Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1057: The burial day
Purple, noble and elegant, completely permeates the ancestral land of the Feng clan.
"This...this is impossible!" Feng Xinxiao's voice was a bit hysterical. The scene before him has exceeded his imagination. This purple light actually suppressed the light of the stars and became the only color between the heaven and the earth. He knew in his heart that this time the plan for the peace talks had not been implemented, and it had already been lost. The potential displayed by Ouyang Ming is too great. This kind of blood has never existed in the history of the Feng clan.
In other words, he is the first person in the history of the Feng clan.
This kind of performance is enough to become Ouyang Ming's biggest trump card and support. Even if the Feng clan powerhouse who had prejudice against Ouyang Ming before, his mentality will undergo a subversive change at this moment.
As for Ouyang Ming, who possesses this kind of bloodline power, how far can he go in the end? No one can tell.
When Feng Xinxiao's eyes turned, she was deeply worried and shocked. Especially when I saw some experts of the Phoenix Clan who had the emperor's cultivation base, the eyes were so hot that it seemed to melt the ice. His heart was unspeakably bitter, and he cursed himself in his heart. It would be better for him to compete well. What should he do now?
I was completely at a loss in my mind, and it was completely out of his control at this moment.
Feng Xiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his tongue couldn't stop. He originally thought that he had already looked up to Ouyang Ming. It wasn't until he saw this scene that he suddenly awakened. Where is the high-level look? This is simply looking at people from the cracks in the door, and scorning people.
Before today, even if his brain was twice as big, he would definitely not be able to guess such a result.
I am very grateful for the decision to befriend Ouyangming before.
This kind of character, in the vast world, will eventually fly into the sky one day. As long as he took that step, relying on the combat power he showed now, the ordinary emperor, in his hands, was not left to his grasp.
The purple light passed through Feng Xiao's fingers, directly causing him to breathe quickly, and the ray of resentment that had occurred in his heart disappeared. This kind of character is not something he can remember.
On the terrace, all the Feng Clan experts were dumbfounded, looking at the figure under the totem with dull faces.
The eyes are strange and strange, and the pictures they see are all different. Some people saw an immortal sword with unparalleled sharpness and arbitrariness for eternity; some saw a mighty mountain that could suppress the heavens and the earth; while others saw an endless, deep and deep sea. Although the things you see are different, they are very similar. They are synonymous with mystery and power.
Feng Mu stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.
In his eyes, the vigorous vegetation, winding paths, majestic mountains, and even the whole world are filled with this stunning purple light.
There was a hint of wisdom in his eyes, his right arm was raised, his five fingers separated, and a black light flashed in his palm, mysterious and distant. This blackness seemed to exist when the world was first born, and it was beyond words.
The purple energy within a hundred feet of a radius, seems to be drawn by a mysterious force, and hits the palm of the old man.
Countless purple qi condenses and turns into purple silk threads. This seemingly ordinary movement contains the magical power of the void condensate.
The old man moved, and his old palm spread out. He exhaled. The purple silk lying on the palm of his hand scattered with the wind, and he whispered softly: "The purple qi comes to the east, the emperor returns to his position. This The world has been in chaos for too long, and it is time for a strong man who can suppress all enemies in the world." This kind of evaluation can only be said to be too high.
Suppress all enemies in the world...
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and moved his ten fingers regularly.
Every time it shakes, the entire sky shakes at the same time, and it seems that some kind of power beyond recognition has appeared.
After a long while, he shook his head and said with emotion: "I can't see through, I can't see through. Forget it, if I can't see through, I won't look at it." Turning around slowly, he walked into the house with ease.
The Seven Star Pagoda is nine stories high and overlooks the ancestral land of the Feng clan. Inside the room is a newly written scarlet character: "Every major event has calmness."
Looking at this writing, Feng Tian's heart couldn't calm down. He knew in his heart that this time the big match was meaningless, and whether he won or lost, the peace-making faction was the biggest winner. This time, he lost completely.
Pinch Zihao with fingers, hanging over the emblem rice paper, but if this pen weighs ten thousand kilograms, it won't fall.
At this moment, his heart is disturbed.
Because of a venerable person, a person who is not even considered an ant in his eyes, this is simply unimaginable in the past.
Pushing open the door, walking to the side of the railing, and watching the purple air in the sky, like a thread, like falling into a fairy tale world, his mood fluctuates again.
But Fengtian’s Qigong training is very good, but after two or three breaths, he adjusted, spit out a white mist, remained silent, rolled his sleeves, and turned back to the house.
As soon as he sat down, an old man in a black robe appeared behind him out of thin air, wiping his neck with awe-inspiring killing in his eyes.
Feng Tian didn’t look back, speaking quickly, and said: “Feng Mu is not easy to provoke, don’t provoke him in a hurry. Try to get him together first, and then think of a solution. I also want to see and get Does the Feng Clan inheritor have three heads and six arms?"
His eyes are red, and he has obviously moved to kill. If Ouyang Ming does not cooperate, he will never be soft-hearted. Even if the sky is blocking him, he will raise the butcher knife to kill the sky, let alone block him. It's people.
The black-robed old man nodded lightly, hiding in the dark again.
At this moment, under the terrace totem, Ouyang Ming's mind is chaotic. Suddenly the scene changed, and a bizarre world appeared. The green grass looms over the sky, the starry sky is drooping, and you can catch it by raising your hand, and the stars and moonlight are shining at the same time.
Ouyangming stood in the middle of the grassland, with a touch of clarity in his eyes, secretly, inheriting memory? Similar scenes appeared when practicing Wei Nian Jue, so he didn't feel surprised. It's just that he didn't expect that what Xiaohong said turned out to be true, and there was a shocking good fortune hidden in this totem.
There is a reason Ouyang Minghui thinks this way. In his cognition, all good fortunes with inherited memories are extremely powerful, such as Wei Nian Jue and the ancient formations left by Xu Junqing.
Thinking for a while, he looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him.
At this moment, there was a "creak" and the door opened. A middle-aged man with a diadem on his head, carrying a hip flask, walked out of the wooden house with a smile, looked at Ouyang Ming, and said: "Ou Xiaoyou, Are you here?"
The sound was not loud, but it fell into Ouyang Ming's ears like thunder on a flat bottom, and like lightning.
Let him feel a mess in his mind, he was taken aback for a while, and then he was relieved, and said in amazement: "Do you know me?"
The middle-aged man lifted up his crown, showing an angular face, smiled heartily, and said: "I know seven or eight for astrology and divination. I have three thousand avenues. If you don't say it, you can understand a thousand. It can be counted as the past one hundred thousand years in the future. "
"Feng Ling... Senior Feng Ling?" Ouyang Ming asked tentatively. In fact, it is not difficult to guess. The inheritance memory is sealed in the Feng Clan totem, and the strength is so powerful. In addition to the ancestor of the Feng Clan, there will be others. who?
The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of wine, and whispered: "The little friend has good aptitude." There was no answer, but there was no refutation, that is, he acquiesced.
At this moment, even with Ouyang Ming's character, I was a little excited.
Although Feng Ling at this moment is only a memory of inheritance, he also has the vision and vision of the past, and he is one of the strongest people in the history of the great world. He can compete with the dragon clan and Xu Aoran clan. .
Quickly squeezed his hands slightly: "Senior is too acclaimed!"
Feng Ling couldn't help but waved his hand, and said softly: "The laws of the great world and the power of space are constantly squeezing towards me. This silky charm will not last long. The little friend can induce visions and enter Here, this good fortune is for you. This shot is what I realized after three days of fighting with Xu Aoran. It is called Funeral Sky. Funeral Sky and Funeral Ground, everything in the world, exquisite tricks, there are all kinds of changes, it is difficult to describe and difficult to tell. . You are optimistic and understand it with your heart."
Ouyangming looked respectful: "Follow the teachings!" Hold his fist and bow to Feng Ling.
As soon as the voice fell, I saw Feng Ling stepping on the void, and a leisurely voice came from his mouth: "Marksmanship pays attention to domineering together, and suppress the chaos of heaven and earth with a domineering attitude."
He doesn't have a gun in his hand, but he has a gun in his heart.
The flask was thrown in the air, and with a stroke of his right hand, an awe-inspiring spear light rose into the sky, sweeping across all directions, as if to tear the world into pieces. There was a sudden opening in the sky, ten miles wide, and the length could not be guessed. It didn't know where it spread to, revealing a palpitating darkness. Gun gas overflowed around the crack, strangling everything around.
Forget it if it's just that, I saw the crack as if it was caught by a pair of invisible big hands.
Tugged hard to both sides, and in an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the palpitating darkness swallowed everything.
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Ouyang Ming's eyes were closed tightly at some point, and his spear was condensed with spiritual power, like a graffiti, pierced in the air continuously, and the movement of his hand became faster and faster, turning into an afterimage.
Feng Ling showed relief on his face, shook his head and sighed: "The way of cause and effect is the avenue of numerology that everything can't escape. Since you have a fate with a little friend, why not give you another good luck?"
When the palm of the hand pressed down, the aura of the entire Feng Clan's ancestral land boiled, as if being drawn by a mysterious force, it rushed towards Ouyang Ming from all directions. From a distance, this spiritual energy was condensed into essence, constantly tempering his physical body. There was a glow in his Dan Lake, clear and clear, like colored glaze, there was a taste of evolution to the heavens of ten thousand realms, a kind of true meaning of Tao rippling everywhere.
Everyone looked at Ouyang Ming's expression as if they looked at a monster, with bitterness intertwined in their hearts.
But our protagonist doesn't know all of this. At this moment, he is drowning in his own world.
The only thing left in his eyes is this decisive, domineering shot that can split the sky, breaking it down into countless actions, and constantly trying to figure it out. I don’t know how long it has been, maybe it’s a moment, maybe it’s endless, the gun flashes in his eyes. , Volleyed.