Chapter 1008: 7 Star Altar

　　 The flame is burning, there is no light, and the black mang is deep and deep.
　　 surrounds Ouyang Ming one foot, keeps rotating, uttering tongue of fire, and from a distance, Ouyang Ming is like a vortex of flames that keeps moving.
　　 I saw the most incredible thing in the burial of the sword. The sword box on his back fell to the ground, but in the box was the sword of the guarding peak holding the sword. This kind of thing is normal, it is absolutely impossible.
　　 Because the belief of Jianxiu is a sword, and swords are like their souls. The sword can be broken and broken, but in any case it is impossible to be contaminated with dust. This is also the case with He Jian. When did the sword box on his back touch the ground?
　　Sword repair is because of the unyielding attitude that keeps the heart at all times, and the power of attack can be unparalleled in the world, and everything can be unstoppable.
　　For this reason, He Jian will eventually fight with An Jingyun one day. He had six handles in his sword. After challenging An Jingyun, he was taken away. For Jian Xiu, this humiliation was unimaginable. This war avoidance is inevitable and has nothing to do with others, for the purpose of self-persistence and faith.
　　At this time, the sword box of the buried sword actually fell to the ground because of seeing this scene, it is conceivable to what extent he was shocked in his heart.
　　 froze for a long time before he relieved himself. His heart was extremely bitter. He thought he already looked up to Ouyang Ming.
　　 But at this moment he found out that he was wrong, and he was wrong. Ouyang Ming is stronger than he estimated, and he is much better. After exhaling a hard breath, my heart secretly said that this kind of character should be extremely famous in Zhangzhou. Why has it never been heard?
　　 Suddenly, Ouyang Ming walked, his body was surrounded by flames, he could not see the expression on his face, but his voice was flat and quiet: "Well, this is no longer useful to me, and I will give it to you."
　　While speaking, the sleeve of the shirt waved lightly, and the barrenness was pulled by an invisible force, turning into a streamer and blasting away towards the funeral sword.
　　 The buried sword had a complicated face, and he grabbed his palm in the air. When it fell, the barren order was pinched in his palm.
　　Ouyang Ming chuckled, did not speak, and mobilized the fire of the Tianfeng in his body to the extreme, domineeringly said: "Ning!"
As soon as the words fell, the black flame froze in vain, forming a wide arc-shaped channel that spread to the depths, and this flame blocked all the resistance from the squeeze. Ouyang Ming strode one step at a time, ten steps, like ruined the ground. This made the death place of the peak spirit talker changed, and he was regarded as his back garden, coming and going freely.
　　He Jian looked at his back and secretly said in his heart that he was worthy of the arrogance of the sky. How could this kind of person be the generation of Penghao?
　　 Burial sword's face is also extremely complicated, the firm color in his eyes is getting stronger and deeper, and my heart is dark, I am also a Taoist first class character, how can I be weaker than him? The frustration in my heart was like being dispelled by this sentence.
　　 looked at the fast-going back, and the fighting in his eyes surged.
　　 The road was lonely. Ouyang Ming didn't know how long he had walked. The last light in the flames dissipated. It was so dark that he couldn't reach his fingers, only the roar of wind. The wind was not too strong, but some gravel stones rolled up on the ground hit his shirt. This kind of place, even if it has the blood of the ancestors, and can be cultivated to reach the level of the Venerable, can't be reached.
　　 At this time, a white light spot appeared in vain in Ouyang Ming's perception
　　 He squatted down, his feet speeded up suddenly, and a cyclone set off next to him, rushing away.
　　As he got closer and closer, Ouyang Ming's eyes tingled and closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he had passed through the light spot and fell under a seven-star altar. And the force that wanted to push him out has disappeared, and Ouyang Ming looked at it.
　　 This altar is made of ordinary stones, blood stained on it, and the atmosphere is extremely vicissitudes. It seems to have existed for tens of thousands of years. On the altar, countless heads piled up in a weird pattern, while looking at the sky.
　　 In the middle of the altar, stood a twilight drum, only three or four feet tall, mottled in color, all covered with blood stains. I don't know why, seeing this picture, Ouyang Ming's heart actually raised a desolate feeling of heroic twilight.
　　Below the altar, there is a stone tablet with dense handwriting, all of which are people's names. The writing is mellow and complete in one go, but when you look at it more, a feeling of evil charm will appear in your heart, which seems to be able to draw the mind of the person into it. Greed, infatuation, love and evil desires, hate parting, and fame and fortune all appear.
　　Ouyang Ming glanced away and looked away, pondered a little, and walked slowly over. Fingers flew past the stele. The dense handwriting on the stele was like being wiped off by an invisible large hand. Various unspeakable chills invaded Ouyang Ming's heart. Broken limbs, heads, one by one. Then, the name on the stele emerged again, turned into a ghost, burned, and forced Ouyang Ming to come.
　　 He was shocked in his heart and took a half step back, but his face did not change, his fingers popped a wind, and shattered the ghost.
　　 "It's weird!" Ouyang Ming's eyes turned, his face seemed to be a smile.
　　 Only then did he find that there was a small hole in the place under the stone tablet that was about to be buried by yellow sand.
　　 is like a burning flame, written with a few small headshots, striking the twilight drum, everything is known.
　　Ouyang Ming looked at this seven-star altar and secretly said in his heart, what the is going on? This is unreasonable. At the core of this barren desert, is it just such a shabby altar? What about creation, spirits, and the mystery of the Great Market? What about the dragon and phoenix bones? Is this burning flame and majestic resistance just to protect this altar?
　　 immediately remembered the small characters in the small hole under the stone tablet, his eyes lit up in vain.
　　 secretly said in the heart, struck Mugu, everything is known? I want to see what secrets are hidden here.
　　 lightly lifted his feet, stepped on the bluestone steps, and walked onto the altar, leaving a series of footprints.
　　Ouyang Ming didn't pay attention, these footprints left on the stone steps and altar were like being wiped out by a pair of black hands.
　　 The drums were vicissitudes of life, the drum surface was yellow, covered with gray layers, and rolled up at the edge.
　　Ouyang Ming exhaled and said softly: "I don't know what mysterious place is this Mugu? I want to see..."
　　 no longer hesitated, Ouyang Ming's muscles bulged, and the spiritual force within Dantian continued to agitate, converging on the right fist. The fist is wrapped around the light like a mountain, and it blasts on the twilight drum like a mountain. The surface of Mugu was slightly vibrated, and this blasting force was merged with an invisible ripple, which turned into a force of anti-seismic action on Ouyang Ming, giving him a slight footstep.
　　 "Huh... It's really weird!" Ouyang Ming waited for a moment, mobilized the spirit in Dantian, increased his strength, and suddenly burst out.
　　 "Om..." Twilight fluctuated up and down, trembling back and forth, and this invisible ripple turned into a substantial shock. Ouyang Ming felt like being photographed by Baizhang Jingtao, making him take a big step back. At the same time, a vicissitude of voice roared in his mind.
　　 "This cause and effect, you can't bear it. Mugu, you can't knock, you can't knock! You are too low, go!"
　　I don't know where the voice came from. If thunder, it sounded in Ouyang Ming's mind.
　　Ouyang Ming expelled this idea, took out the blood-gun dragon slaughter, and drove forward again.
　　 At this time, there was a silky red mist floating on the altar, like silk.
The red mist rolled rapidly, as if it was condensed by an invisible force, and a voice came out: "Retreat! Don't knock! You can't knock, you can't knock, go back, go back..." The waves rolled and grew bigger and bigger, becoming the only voice in Ouyang's ears, occupying his mind.
　　However, Ouyang Ming's eyes were slightly reddish, the flames of the phoenix were burning, and all the blood in the blood vessels was boiling.
　　 He didn't care about the consumption of aura at all, and slammed into Mugu again, and the huge counter-strike force struck again, directly making him sweet in the throat. But he did not care, like a crazy demon, this evening drum, today, how should he ring!
　　 Once, twice, three times...
　　Ouyang Ming's Aura consumes faster and faster, but he laughs wildly.
At this time, if someone was by his side, he would be surprised to find that Ouyang Ming's face was crazy, and he kept shooting in the sky, hitting in the empty space, farther and farther away from the twilight drum, and countless red phantoms surrounded him. He drew towards the weird pattern of heads.
　　 "It doesn't ring, why doesn't it ring?" He muttered to himself, his face bitter. Suddenly, there was a tingling in his brain, and the fire of the heavenly phoenix was instantly bright.
　　 His body froze, a corner of his mouth raised, his eyes squeezed, and he said inwardly, what's going on, how did the fire of Tianfeng suddenly alert? Every time I encounter this situation, I encounter a huge crisis~EbookFREE.me~ This is the case when Dong Ruyu is forcibly killed in the face of the Venerable, and it is also the same when it is chased and killed by centrifugation, but it is only a knock on the twilight. Just drum, how could it fall into a crisis? He frowned, his eyes full of confusion.
　　 He glanced around, the sky, twilight drum, head, stele...
　　 vaguely, a flash of light flashed in the brain, but only a moment, it disappeared.
　　What's wrong? What is wrong? He tortured himself constantly, and the scene in front of him was so real that it was hard to get rid of.
　　Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank, and he kept the spirit platform, stepping into the realm of the interaction between man and nature.
　　 In my mind, the memory turned like a book page, no matter what size, no matter how big or small, each piece is meticulous, starting from meeting Ji Haoran, analyzing and thinking in the spiritual world little by little.
　　 One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
In vain, the red mist on the altar of the Seven Stars quickly rolled, suddenly condensed, and turned into a black head, and a voice like a demon and a demon, and a demon and a demon came out: "Rewind! Twilight drums are not you can ring! Rewind...Rewind!" The voice was eager, like a madness.
"Go! Go!" Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed fiercely, and the black runes above the blood-carved dragon slaughter jumped in vain, clenched his five fingers, and spiritual force was transported above the handle of the gun, and rushed forward. . ...
　　
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