Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1008: 7 Star Altar

　　 The flames burned blazingly, and there was no light, and the black glow was deep and profound.

　　 Surrounded by Ouyang Ming's ten feet away, it keeps spinning, vomiting a tongue of fire, and from a distance, Ouyang Ming is like a flame vortex that keeps moving.

　　The Burial Sword Statue saw the most incredible thing, the sword box on his back fell to the ground, but in the box is the sword Shen Tu, the guardian of the peak of the sword. This kind of thing, put it in the ordinary, it is absolutely impossible to happen.

　　Because Jian Xiu believes in swords, and swords are like their souls. The sword can be broken or broken, but it cannot be contaminated with dust in any case. The same is true for He Jian at this point. When did the sword box on his back touch the ground?

　　 Jian Xiu is because of the unyielding intention in my heart at all times, and the power of attack can be unparalleled in the world, and everything is difficult to stop.

　　For this reason, He Jian will fight An Jingyun one day. The sword in his box had six handles, and after failing to challenge An Jingyun, three of them were taken away. For Jian Xiu, this humiliation was unimaginable. This battle is unavoidable, and has nothing to do with others, for the sake of persistence and belief.

　　 At this time, the sword box of the Burial Sword actually fell to the ground because of this scene. One can imagine how shocked his heart was.

　　 was taken aback for two breaths before he was relieved, his heart was extremely bitter, he thought he had already looked up to Ouyang Ming.

　　 But at this moment he realized that he was wrong, and it was very wrong. Ouyang Ming is stronger than he predicted, and much stronger. After exhaling a foul breath, he secretly said, this kind of character should be extremely famous in Zhangzhou, why have you never heard of it?

　　 Suddenly, Ouyang Ming paused, his body was surrounded by flames, he couldn't see the expression on his face, but his voice was flat: "Hey, this is useless for me. I will give it to you."

While 　　 spoke, he waved his sleeves lightly, and the barrenness was drawn by an invisible force, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards the funeral sword.

　　 Burial Sword's face is complicated, and his palm volleys. When it fell, the Desolation Order was pinched in his palm.

　　 Ouyang Ming chuckled, did not speak, mobilized the fire of the Heavenly Phoenix in his body to the extreme, and said awe-inspiringly: "Ning!"

As soon as 　　's words fell, the black flames froze in vain, forming a one-foot wide arc channel, spreading to the depths, and the flame blocked all the resistance from the squeeze. Ouyang Ming took a step, ten feet, as if walking on the ground. This made the death place of the peak spirit talker's face changed, and he was actually regarded as his back garden, coming and going freely.

　　He Jian looked at him from behind, and said in his heart that he deserves to be the proud son of heaven. Is this kind of person the generation of Penghao?

　　 Burial Sword's complexion is also extremely complicated, the firmness in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger, and my heart secretly said, I am also a figure of Daozi, how can I be weaker than him? The frustration in my heart is like being washed away by this sentence.

　　 Looking at the fast-going back, the spirit of war surged in his eyes.

　　 The road was lonely. Ouyang Ming didn't know how long he had walked. The last bit of light in the flames dissipated. It was so dark that he could not see his fingers, only the whistling wind. The wind was not too strong, but some gravel stones still rolled up and hit his clothes. This kind of place, even if it has the blood of returning to the ancestors, and the cultivation base reaches the level of the venerable, it will not be able to reach it.

　　 At this moment, a white spot of light appeared in vain in Ouyang Ming’s perception

　　 He sank his waist and immediately speeded up, his feet speed up suddenly, a cyclone around him, and he rushed away.

　　 As he got closer, Ouyang Ming's eyes stinged, and he closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he had already passed through the light spot and fell below a seven-star altar. And the force that wanted to push him out has disappeared, Ouyang Ming looked around.

　　 This altar is made of ordinary stones, stained with blood, and its breath is extremely vicissitudes. It seems to have existed for tens of thousands of years. On the altar, there are countless heads piled up in a weird pattern, and they look to the sky at the same time.

　　 In the middle of the altar, there is a twilight drum, only three or four feet high, with mottled color and blood stains on it. I don't know why, seeing this picture, Ouyang Ming felt a sense of heroic desolation in his heart.

　　 Below the altar, there is a stone tablet with dense handwriting, full of names. The handwriting is mellow and finished in one go, but if you look at it a few more times, you will feel a sense of evil and charm in your heart, which seems to be able to draw people's mind into it. Greed, anger, ignorance, hatred for parting, and desire for fame and fortune all emerge.

　　 Ouyang Ming took a look, then looked away, pondered for a moment, and walked over slowly. Fingers passed over the stone tablet, and the dense writing on the stone tablet seemed to have been wiped clean by an invisible big hand, and all kinds of unspeakable chills invaded Ouyang Ming's heart. The stumps and broken arms, **** heads, appeared in front of them one by one. Then, the name on the stele reappeared, turned into a faint glow, burned, and approached Ouyang Ming.

　　 He was shocked and took a half step back, but his face remained unchanged. A finger wind popped out of his fingers, smashing the faint light to pieces.

　　 "It's weird!" Ouyang Ming's eyes turned, his face seemed to be smiling.

　　 At this time, he discovered that there was an unreachable hole under the stele that was about to be buried by yellow sand.

　　 is like a flaming flame, with a few tiny prints written on it, sounding the twilight drum, everything is known.

　　 Ouyang Ming looked at this seven-star altar, and said in his heart, what is going on? This is unreasonable. At the core of this barren desert, is such a dilapidated altar? What about good fortune, what about spiritual things, what about the mysteries of the Great Ruins? Where are the dragon and phoenix bones? Is this burning flame and majestic resistance just to protect this altar?

　　 immediately remembered the small print in the small hole under the stele, and his eyes lit up in vain.

　　 secretly said in my heart, sounding the twilight drum, can you know everything? I want to see what kind of secrets are hidden here.

　　 gently lifted his foot, stepped on the bluestone steps, and walked up to the altar, leaving a series of footprints.

　　 Ouyang Ming didn't pay attention. The footprints left on the stone steps and altars were as if they were smoothed out by a pair of black hands.

　　The vicissitudes of the drum at dusk, the drum surface is yellowed, covered with gray layers, and at the edge, it is still rolled up.

　　 Ouyang Ming exhaled and whispered, "I don't know what is so mysterious about this Mu drum? I want to see..."

　　 No more hesitation, Ouyang Ming's muscles bulged, and the spiritual power in his dantian was constantly agitated, converging on his right fist. The fist was entwined with gloomy light, blasting above Mugu like a mountain. The surface of Mugu vibrated slightly, and the blasting force merged with an invisible ripple, turning into a counter-shock force acting on Ouyang Ming, making his footsteps pause slightly.

　　 "Hey...it's really strange!" Ouyang Ming thought for a moment, mobilizing the aura in the dantian, increasing his strength, and suddenly blasted out.

　　 "Om..." Twilight waved up and down, trembling back and forth, this invisible ripple turned into a real counter-shock. Ouyang Ming felt like being slapped by the shocking waves of Baizhang, which made him take a big step back. At the same time, a voice of vicissitudes roared in his mind.

　　"You can't bear this cause and effect. Mugu, you can't beat, and you can't beat it! Your cultivation level is too low, let's go!"

　　 I don't know where the voice came from, and it blasted in Ouyang Ming's mind like thunder.

　　 Ouyang Ming expelled the thought, took out the Blood Spear Dragon Tu, and blasted forward again.

　　 At this moment, red mist floated above the altar, like threads of silk.

　　 The red mist rolled quickly, as if condensed by an invisible force, and a voice came out: "Back! Don't knock! You can't knock, you can't knock, go back, go back... …" The sound waves rolled and grew louder, becoming the only voice in Ouyang Ming's ears, occupying his mind.

　　 However, Ouyang Ming's eyes were slightly red, and the fire of the Heavenly Phoenix was blazing, and the blood in his blood vessels boiled.

　　 Regardless of the consumption of spiritual energy, he threw a punch at Mu Gu again, and the huge reaction force struck again, directly causing a burst of sweetness in his throat. But he didn't care about it, like a madman, this twilight drum, today, how can he sound!

　　 once, twice, three times...

　　 Ouyang Ming consumes more and more spiritual energy, but he laughs wildly.

　　 At this time, if someone is by his side, he will be surprised to find that Ouyang Ming’s face is crazy, and he keeps shooting in the air, hitting the empty space, getting farther and farther from the Mu Drum, and countless red phantoms surround him. By his side, he led him towards the weird pattern made up of heads.

　　 "If it doesn't ring, why doesn't it ring?" He muttered to himself, his face was bitter, and suddenly there was a sting in his brain, and the fire of the sky and phoenix suddenly brightened.

　　He paused, his mouth twitched upwards, his eyes closed, and he said to himself, what is going on, why does the fire of Tianfeng suddenly warn him? Every time I encounter this situation, I will encounter a huge crisis~ IndoMTL.com~ This is the case when Dong Ruyu is killed in front of the Venerable, and when he is chased by centrifugal killing, but it is just sounding the twilight drum. , How can you fall into a crisis? His eyebrows were frowned together, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

　　He glanced around, the sky, the twilight drum, the head, the stone tablet...

　　 faintly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, but in a moment, it disappeared.

　　 What's wrong? What is wrong? He kept torturing himself, and the scene before him seemed so real that it was difficult to get rid of it.

　　 Ouyang Ming's thoughts sinking, his heart guards the spiritual platform, and he enters the realm of interaction between heaven and man.

　　In my mind, the memory turns like a page, everything is small or small, regardless of size, everything is meticulous, starting from encountering Ji Haoran, I start to analyze and think bit by bit in the spiritual world.

　　 one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

　　In vain, the red mist above the seven-star altar rolled quickly, and suddenly it condensed, turning into a black head, and a voice that looked like a demon but not a demon, like a demon and not a demon, came out: "Quick retreat! Twilight drum is not something you can beat. Loud! Quick rewind...Quick rewind!" The voice was extremely anxious, like a madman.

　　 "Get out! Get out!" Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed a fierce color, and the black runes on the blood spear dragon tutu jumped in vain, his fingers clenched, his spiritual power was transferred to the gun handle, and he moved forward. Boom away. ...

　　

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