Chapter 1006: tell a story

　　 The black flame is extremely hot, and the temperature is so high that the yellow sand will melt.
　　Ouyang Ming didn’t know that the huge crisis was slowly approaching, stepping on the flames, and walking towards the depths of the desert, his clothes were soaked with sweat. This is what he deliberately did, in order to confuse others, and he had to try his best to tell a "story" for the crazy idea in his heart.
　　 The resistance from the depth of the barren desert is getting bigger and bigger. Under the pressure, many high-level spirits are buried in the black flames.
　　Especially high-level spirits without barren order, the possibility of falling is multiplied.
　　 And at this moment, in this black flame, the person walking at the front is the Ji Family Dao Zi, Ji Haoran. He was extremely steady, and every step he took was to explore his own avenue.
　　 Suddenly, he walked, sitting cross-legged in the flames, as if waiting for something.
　　The burial sword followed a short distance behind him, panting and sweating. There is no barren order, even if he is a Taoist character, the consumption is very large, and some can't eat it. When the wrist turned, he swallowed two elixir one after another and began to recover the spiritual power.
　　 This is also a huge advantage for the powerful spirits after entering the big ruins. There are a large number of spirits in them.
　　As time went on, Ouyang Ming also caught up. He said nothing, walked to the side of the burial sword, sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath. His face was slightly pale, letting people know at a glance that the consumption was not small, and in order to tell this "story" well, he deliberately consumed the aura in Dantian.
　　 "One, two, three..."
　　 Ten peak spirits came slowly, sat cross-legged, and discussed in a low voice.
"Twenty years ago, I heard that there was a peak of the spirit, and here I got a revitalized spirit. This time, I don't know if it will squirt out." A gray-haired peak spirit showed the look of expectation in his eyes. His breath was rotten, almost half of his body was buried in the loess, and then he entered the barren desert. He wants to take a chance, if he can get the spirit that continues to live, he still has the opportunity to ask for honor, and even if he can't get it, this life is also worthy of conscience.
"Alas, this spiritual spring cannot spout too good treasures. Unfortunately, with my cultivation practice, I can only go here. If I go forward, there is a high probability of falling, and there is no chance to go to the next bite. In front of Lingquan. In front, only Dao can enter." The other spirit peak echoed softly.
　　He Jian's speed is slow, but his steps are very steady, and each step is like a heavy cone hitting the yellow sand deeply.
　　He is steady and calm like a mountain. Although the speed is not fast, it seems to be able to reach the end of the sky.
　　 At this time, looking at Ouyang Ming's back, his eyes flashed a doubtful color, secretly, judging by the speed at which Yu Yu entered the black flame, it shouldn't consume so much aura here, what's the matter?
　　He Jian does not know that this is Ouyang Ming telling a story, and the person listening to the story is Ji Haoran. Everything he has shown now is what he hopes to see. The purpose is to keep his defensive mind to a minimum and take the opportunity to break out with a shocking blow.
　　Jiang Yingrong also arrived, his face covered with sweat, and he kept panting.
　　 walked slowly to He Jian, sat cross-legged, embraced Yuan Shouyi, and adjusted his vitality.
　　 Suddenly, a gust of wind came from nowhere, and all the black flames spun up, and the claws of the teeth, like the dragon that hovered up, swept the flame into the sky. The flames were getting higher and higher, and countless flames collapsed and shrunk toward the center. They grew larger and larger, and turned into a magnificent cyclone.
　　The yellow sand shakes up and down rhythmically, like a giant invisible stick drawing circles on the sand.
　　In just a moment, two concentric circles with different radii appeared above the yellow sand, exuding a green air.
"Boom..." A loud, earth-shattering noise resonated with the sound, and countless precious lights spread out, various spirits flew out of the yellow sand, there were white orbs with magnificent fluctuations, and white swords all over the body Pills, with the body of a blood-stained strong man, with a blood-red mirror, there are more than twenty kinds.
　　 And there are only a dozen peak spirits here, and everyone can grab at least one good one.
　　 Ouyang Ming's eyes Huo Ran opened, took a slip, and grabbed the white orb that exudes tremendous fluctuations.
　　Ji Haoran sneered, the spirit agitated, and the Void Condensate turned into five black fingers, held the orb in his palm, and squeezed it hard, directly crashing the orb.
　　 "You're looking for death!" Ouyang Ming's face was cold, and he forced to change his position in the air, punching one punch, one foot, one foot, and joining together, looming toward Ji Haoran. But at this time, Ouyang Ming's white armor condensed with spiritual power even produced signs of collapse. He glared at Ji Haoran fiercely, and quickly adjusted Qi, holding Yuan Shouyi, mobilizing the spiritual power in Dantian, and pouring in Among the armor, this stopped the tendency of the armor to collapse.
The cost of fighting in the black flames is very large, because not only to resist the pressure from the space squeezing, but also to prevent the armor from collapsing, so even the characters of the Taoist level will not be easy to do in the flames. .
　　 Ji Haoran waved his hand recklessly, his face calm, as if nothing had happened. He did not know that he was slowly walking into the bureau designed by Ouyang Ming. As long as he believes in his heart that Ouyang Ming does not dare to take action in this flame, the crisis he faces will become stronger when Ouyang Ming's desperate blow erupts.
　　Ouyang Ming has been waiting for the opportunity, just like a viper hidden in the dark, very patient, in order to kill in one blow. He knew in his heart that Ji Haoran had not consumed enough energy in his body at this time. At this time, he had no way to be foolproof. Moreover, in order not to arouse Ji Haoran’s suspicion, he also deliberately consumed a lot of spiritual power, showing a great Tired look.
　　 Ouyang Ming's face was as cold as frost, but his heart was open with flowers, secretly, the weather, the geographical position, the harmony of people, I have accounted for three, this robbery, I see how you can hide it? But the breath of his body was violent and abnormal. It seemed that as long as he did not agree with one word, he would desperately shoot.
He Jian put this scene in his eyes behind the two of them. The color of doubt in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper, whispering: "This... makes no sense!" The sound just came out, and it merged into the wind, like a complaint Like crying.
　　Jiangyong Rong grabbed a silver comb made of spirit wood, which was full of brilliance, exquisite body, and stepped out in one step, and fell from the air to He Jian.
　　 Hearing this, the corner of his mouth gently squeezed upward and secretly said: "Senior He, what makes no sense?"
　　 He Jianmulu was contemplative, shook his head gently, and deliberately moved his eyes away.
　　After ten breaths, the heaven and the earth returned to peace. All the treasures sprayed from the yellow sand had their masters. The cultivators who received the spirits spread the joy on their faces. Obviously, the harvest was quite satisfactory.
　　Of course, some people are satisfied and others are not satisfied. Burial sword is one of them.
　　 The purpose of his trip was to find the elixir for continuation of vitality for the master of Jianfengfeng, but he had not been able to get the root hair for a few months, which made him discouraged, more bitter and unwilling.
　　 Mouth one mouth, violently sucked two big mouths of turbid air, this made the heart lake calm down.
　　 Looking toward the depths of the barren desert, his fists were clenched and pinched together, his eyes were firm, and he walked deeper.
　　Ouyang Ming and Ji Haoran moved at the same time.
　　He Jian shoes fell into the yellow sand, one foot high, one foot low, also stepped in.
　　Jiang Yingrong looked at the backs of the four people and flicked the blue silk in her ears. Suddenly, her heart jumped, and a feeling of uneasiness appeared in her mind, as if there was a big crisis overwhelming. This feeling is extremely mysterious and difficult to describe in words. She frowned and secretly said, what's going on? Is something going wrong?
　　As the four people walked farther and farther, the space was squeezed from all directions, and the pressure on the shoulders became greater, and even the yellow sand on the ground disappeared, leaving only a black flame.
　　 Ji Haoran spit out a white mist in his mouth, like a mountain on his shoulder.
　　 Aura within one foot of the body is crushed by the squeezed air, turning into countless small bubbles. His eyes showed perseverance and fiery, without staying, quickly stepped out, squeezing his potential, and the blood in his body surged. Now there is only one thought in his mind, farther, I want to go further... I want to see what is hidden in the deepest.
　　 This journey was regarded by him as a cultivation of the heart.
Ouyang Ming followed not far behind him, scoured himself with spiritual force, forcibly pushed the blood out of the pores, dyed the white clothes to red, it looked shocking, very miserable, just to confuse Ji Haoran and create a perfect Shot time.
　　Yes, it is creation. Since such an opportunity does not exist, then create it yourself.
　　 Ouyang Ming's heart was faintly expecting, if Ji Haoran knew that he had been calculated by himself from the beginning~EbookFREE.me~, he didn't know, but he was sure that it must be very exciting.
　　 The distance between the burial sword and the two of them has been extended a bit. Although he is a Taoist, he has no barren order, which is too bad.
As for He Jian, he is still in a hurry, so that people can’t see the depth. After he has filled the foundation, his strength is better than Daozi by half a chip. After all, no Dao can block the three methods of the Venerable with his own strength. .
　　 Not even Ouyang Ming, after all, his current practice is too far away from His Holiness.
　　 Use a big avalanche to urge morality, one shot can block one move, and the sound of activating Dacheng's demon can block half a move.
At this moment, a roar came from the depths of the barren desert, and it was unclear what the sound was. Every cell in the person who screamed screamed, and the pressure in the flame increased at an incredible speed, invisible The storm swept away, distorting all the emptiness around.
　　 Ji Haoran's face was pale, his body was shocked, and there was sweetness in his throat.
　　 This roaring sound reveals a monstrous domineering power. If it is the master of this world, it will suddenly come under pressure, so that everyone who hears it will have to succumb.
　　 At this time, Ji Haoran's strength was undoubtedly revealed, the cold light flashed in his eyes, a rune above his body lit up, and the strength of the powerful physical body exploded, taking another step and directly dispersing the sound. ...
　　
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