Chapter 1097: Wubu

　　 is also the time when Ouyang Ming talked with rhubarb. In a forest, countless blood gas turned upside down from the sky, quickly rotated, and condensed together, forming a slender snake-like cyclone.
From a distance, it looks like a long snake standing upside down on the forest, even under the cyclone there is a red awn shining faintly, all the spirit beasts that touched the cyclone, the sperm blood in the flesh and bone marrow, Dantian The aura in it will be instantly sucked into a corpse, and it will fall on the ground under the cyclone. This scene is very terrifying.
　　The world was silent, Feng Xinxiao walked forward slowly, stepped on a dead branch on the ground, and a "chuck" came suddenly under his feet.
　　 Suddenly, a pure blood flowed from the sky, down the top of his head, into his body.
His eyes are crimson, and there is nothing but blood in his pupils, like there are two worlds full of killings. For him, there is no difference wherever he is, where he is, hell, all eighteen Floor.
I saw a flash of blood in his eyes, the sky was dyed red in the air, and the corner of his mouth was pursed, and he laughed lightly: "The killing gas of the emperor realm? Really powerful, I don't know who it is?" As soon as the voice fell, he Squinting, there was a crackling noise from the body, and sharp bones spurs grew all over the body, especially the bone spurs that grew on the top of the head, like a bone knife with a handle just dipped in blood.
　　 had passed ten full breaths before his eyes slowly opened.
　　 After a chuckle, he pressed the cyclone over the Scarlet Forest.
　　In an instant, the slender cyclone shattered like a blood mist and slowly dissipated.
　　Feng Xin Xiao Fangmu looked into the distance, and I didn't know what to think of. Suddenly, a crazy, violent breath swept all directions around him with his heart.
Greed, selfishness, obsession, desire... All kinds of negative emotions are implicated in this, where the strange breath sweeps, the countless spirits are condensed in the eyes, and the body's blood flows directly to the mind, "bang" fell to the ground, and a torrent of blood Mang disturbed the quiet sky and shattered it around Fengxin Xiao, swallowed by his mouth.
　　Every moment, his understanding of the law of killing increases at an incredible speed, which is based on the evidence of killing.
　　Half a cup of tea time, those eyes withdrew from a distance.
　　 His thoughts moved in secret, secretly adjusted the Qi machine, gathered his breath, the aura in the chest and abdomen slowly contracted. Gently spit out a blood mist, the blood mist kept rotating, like turning into a deep black hole, circled circle by circle in the sky, set off a wind.
　　Vegetables, spirit beasts, rocks...
　　Everything, after being rolled by this wind, turned into countless gray awns.
Even the Venerable Spirit Beast is the same. He can only watch the whirlwind approaching himself, tearing his body out of countless criss-cross cracks, forcibly sticking together like a shattered ceramic cup. After a moment, There is no sound, the soul is flying away, this is the power of the law of killing, just a thought, you can let the powerful soul that suppresses one side fly away.
　　If the law of yin and yang is mysterious, it is unpredictable.
　　 The law of killing is that ghosts and spirits are easy to change and dare not contaminate.
Feng Xinxiao looked comfortable and nodded. Obviously, he was very satisfied with the result. He looked up and looked east, and said coldly: "In the beginning, I lost a trick in your hand. Now I want to win back and kill you. Tao, seeking the perfection of the law of killing, dominating the Dragon and Phoenix clan, and achieving the great achievements of the future." At this moment, he was lurking deep in his inner ambition, growing frantically, from a yellow weed to a verdant towering sky. Big tree.
　　I don't know how long he has left, a tribe appears in his perception.
"Yes, it is indeed the heart of the origin. This small tribe, even has an imperial realm?" He lifted the shoulder strap, the blood flashed in his eyes, and gently licked his lips. When it came out, the wind raged in the sky, the blood clouds scattered and gathered, and gathered and scattered again.
　　 saw his eyes light up, a cloud of blood condensed out of thin air, the lower the pressure.
　　Blood clouds flew up and down above the sky. In just a moment, the whole sky was completely filled with blood.
The color of this blood cloud is a bit deeper than blood, and there is a strange sense of faintness. It is pressed down layer by layer, becoming thicker and heavier, and a cowardly pressure from the blood cloud. Falling in the middle.
　　Countless thunders roared, and the whole world fell into silence.
"Who is it? Who teased me against me?" An old man sitting cross-legged under the tree opened his eyes, like a deep starry sky, and a unique coercion of the imperial realm swept all directions, looking dignified. Looking at the condensed blood cloud.
　　 "Father, what's going on?" A man in a beast robe walked to the old man and spoke softly.
　　 "I don't know..." The old man stood up, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes.
Inside the heart said: "Is it the surrounding tribes targeting my ministry?" This idea was rejected by him at the very beginning. This kind of mastery rule can change the celestial phenomena according to his own mind. , Within a few hundred thousand miles, there is not even one.
　　 "Then what's going on?" The old man frowned deeply, and couldn't understand it.
　　 "Clan lord, what should I do now?" The beast robe man only felt a mountain pressed against his shoulder and worried.
　　The old man's old fingers rubbed his chin, thinking a little, and said: "Open the mountain guard, you take the clan, and quickly escape."
　　 "Yes!" The beast robe man worshipped heavily.
"Escape? Can you escape?" Feng Xinxiao had a playful look, raised his hand against the void, and under this press, a thunder burst from the thundercloud like pouring rain, dense and urgent , Covering the sky.
　　 is called the emperor's powerful emperor of the clan, the old wrist flipped over, a palm-sized stone figure flew out, facing the wind and growing long, looking closely, it was actually a bottle of half-human and half-beast monster.
　　The stone statue is so heavy that it gives people a feeling like Lin Shanyuan.
　　 Above the earth, countless rune nodes form a circular array, covering the entire tribe.
Feng Xinxiao hummed, the sound was plain and bland, but when he heard the old man's ears, he was thundered and thundered, causing him to bleed directly. Only for a moment, the gray robe on his body was soaked with blood, such as fishing out of the blood pool In general.
　　 The thunder that was as fine as rain, but with a hundred interest, shattered the stone statue.
　　 The entire tribe became a Jedi.
　　 One place, two places...
　　 Feng Xinxiao's understanding of the law of killing is getting deeper and deeper.
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　　The heart of the origin is extremely mysterious and extremely vast. No one knows what is here and what secrets are hidden in it.
　　 This is the most mysterious and unspeakable place in the world. The tribes that can survive in it are extremely powerful. How can they have to have a few emperors in the realm to sit in the town, otherwise they will never live and reproduce in the heart of the origin.
　　 weak meat and strong food is the main theme of this world, this will not change no matter how many years it has gone through.
　　 The so-called fairness only exists in the hands of the strong. If you are not strong, then talking about fairness is just a joke.
And in the extreme east of the heart of the origin, it is known as the horn of the sea and the cliff of the sky. It is surrounded by three vast peaks. The seasons are like spring all year round, the climate is pleasant, and the aura here is extremely rich, even in the blessed land. In the heart of the source, it can also be at the forefront.
　　 The sun was shining brightly, the breeze lightly touched the ground, the leaves were lifted, and the branches were lifted.
In the middle of the three peaks, there is a small village with only a hundred houses, but the house is much higher than the house in the ordinary farmyard, which is six or seven feet tall. Whatever it looks, it gives people an alternative. feel.
　　 A clear stream runs through the village and spreads far away.
By the creek, a tiger-headed child was quietly staring at the stream. He was only six or seven years old, but he was tall and had thick shoulders, which was much higher than the average human race. Especially his eyebrows had a star mark. Looming, if you look closely, this dim star mark is exactly the same as the star mark at the eyebrow of the ancient Wu clan in the long river.
　　 Suddenly, the boy moved, his body was extremely flexible, like a breeze like a sword feather.
　　 Raised his hand, grabbed a tail fish from the water, squeezed it in his hand, all eyes were full of joy, in addition to being clear, it was simple, pure and terrifying.
Huo Ran, a voice of pretending blame came from the house: "Everything is spirited, jealous of Lingxuan, don't let go of the fish yet?" This sound is a bit old, but it looks affable. Just listen to the sound, you can imagine Obtained, this must be a kind-hearted old man who can see through the vicissitudes of the prosperous world.
Jealous Lingxuan turned his eyes around and deliberately shook his head~EbookFREE.me~ pretended to be like: "It's okay, okay, God has the virtue of a good life, it's not easy to think of your practice. This time, I will let you live a life. "After finishing talking, he plunged into the water holding the struggling spirit fish in his hands, wearing straw sandals, and happily and lightly pushed the door into the house.
　　 It was still daytime at this time, but a golden oil lamp was lit in the house. What's more strange is that the color of the flame of this oil lamp is also golden.
　　 Next to the oil lamp, an old man with a white beard sat on a wooden bench.
　　 holding a bamboo stick in his hand, he swayed slightly, and gently picked the wick. The light of the oil lamp suddenly became brighter. Jincancan seemed to disperse the severe cold and bring light. The figure of the old man shook with the window, and at this moment, the wick made a hissing sound, which was divided into three. Although the oil lamp did not go out, it was much dimmed.
　　 The old man's bark-like hands trembled, and he just stayed in midair.
After ten or so days, the dangling arm came back, put the bamboo stick down, gently rubbed the brow, whispered: "The wick is scattered into three petals, a sign of great evil, this time, I am afraid it will happen. It's a big deal..." said, with a roll of sleeves, the six-petal engraved turtle shell fell down, spinning around on the table, and the weird rune on it kept beating.
　　 "The witch's barbarian is jealous and evil, with a sacrifice of one hundred life yuan, spying on the numerology avenue, Kai!"...
　　
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