Chapter 909: confusing

A cold wind blew, Ouyang Ming shrank his neck.
I just felt cold all over, a cold bleed out from the bone marrow, and through the pores of the body. He shook his head and replied: "I don't know, but don't worry too much, the sky can't fall down, even if it falls down High up."
　　 Now, Ouyang Ming is not a high-level spirit.
　　 This kind of catastrophe that has existed for tens of thousands of years and is difficult to solve even the peak of His Holiness, how can he solve it?
No matter how big the stomach is, how much food you can eat and how much you can do, this sentence can’t be wrong. If Ouyang Ming now rolls up his sleeves and says don’t worry, everything is with me. The sky is thick.
　　Although Ouyang Ming is proud, he is not a fool. On the contrary, he is very savvy, and his heart is as dusty as he is. Of course, in the face of the catastrophe, he will still prepare carefully and do what he can.
　　 Outside the ancient tower, the Dobby Vajra stood on the edge of the Heihe River, his body was extremely violent, and there were faint signs of going away.
　　 He had to worry that since Ouyang Ming entered this dilapidated ancient tower, the contract with Ouyang Ming in his spiritual world was like being blocked by an invisible force. No matter how he called in the spiritual world, Ouyang Ming did not answer, and when he explored the spiritual power, on this ancient pagoda, there was a ripple visible to the naked eye, and the spiritual power of the Dobby King Kong was detected Absorb all.
　　 He looked gloomy and looked at the big bamboo rat with a very cold voice: "What's the matter, why can't I feel the breath as soon as the master enters the ancient tower?"
　　The big bamboo rat sat quietly under the big clock, his eyes opened, revealing the vicissitudes of seeing the world, and whispered: "Don't worry, when the time comes, even if you are anxious, there is no effect, it will naturally come out when it should come out."
This rhetoric made the Dobby King Kong's teeth tickle, his violent breath spread out, and he roared, and his body agitated, like the drizzle of the rainy season, endless, and the black light flashed above his fist. , An ancient ape phantom that is exactly like him is like a descent from the ancient times, with a long aura.
　　When he saw his right arm bulge, Huo Ran, like an angry tornado river, punched out at the dilapidated ancient pagoda.
　　The energy roared, and the aura within tens of feet ahead exploded, condensing countless small cyclones out of thin air. But at the moment of approaching the ancient pagoda, a glimmer of light flashed over the ancient pagoda, and a strange cold wind blew in. The majestic punch suddenly dissipated, and even a little ripple did not swing. .
　　 But at this time, two light spots flashed on this ancient pagoda, and the light was dim, very obvious.
　　The big bamboo rat said with a chuckle: "Dao friends do not need to worry, they have entered the second floor of the ancient pagoda."
　　 Dobby King Kong stunned, and then all his energy was dispersed, and the shadow of the ancient ape behind him also faded.
　　 And the little bamboo rat chirped beside the big bamboo rat, the big bamboo rat was not bored, listening quietly, throwing stones into the Heihe from time to time, the mood was free and easy.
　　 After flashing once, the ancient pagoda flashed like an addiction.
　　 flashes once, which means that Ouyang Ming and Dahuang are at that position.
　　 "Third floor, fourth floor..." Until the seventh floor, this speed slowed down.
　　 The worry in Doujin Kongo's heart also disappeared, sometimes looking into the distance, and sometimes looking back at the ancient pagoda, I was in a great mood. But at this time, Ouyang Ming in the ancient pagoda was in a bad mood, and his heart was very chaotic. He thought that some clues could be found in this ancient pagoda, so that he could push his face and learn some more. For something substantial.
　　I have seen seven murals, one for each layer, but Ouyang Ming hasn't even sorted out any clues. Instead, it is like a pile of mess, the more the more the more disorder.
　　Ouyang Ming spit out a turbid breath and followed the yellowed hallway to the eighth floor.
　　 But this one made Ouyang Ming's face change greatly and his breath was short.
　　Because of this mural, the painting is like the Huijian Peak outside the death forest. The mountain is like a long sword with blood, and it is extremely sharp, straight into the sky. But around Huijianfeng at this time was actually a small village, with only forty or fifty families, the smoke and the river murmured.
　　Ouyang Ming entered into the painting world with a move of heart.
In the distance, he saw an old man coming from a distance. The old man had a white beard, his clothes were worn out, and his servant was carrying a sword box behind him. He was square and square, not too small or not. With his steps swaying, the sword There was a layer of rags wrapped around the box, and it swayed gently behind him in the wind.
　　A six-to-seven-year-old child was holding a curved leaf in his right hand. The leaf was flooded with water, and a small goldfish was swimming in the water. The child's eyes were so pure that he was trembling. When he saw the old man, although there was a trace of fear in his eyes, he was more curious, did not think, took a cheerful step, and took the initiative to walk over.
　　 asked with a smile: "Grandpa, what are you doing here?"
　　 The old man squatted down halfway, smiled kindly, touched the child's head, and said softly, "Where is this?"
　　The child thought for a while, and the answer was unpretentious, "This is Xiaohe Village!"
　　 Then he rolled his eyes, looked at the sword box behind the old man, reached for his finger, and said, "What's in it?"
　　 "A sword!" The old man's voice was gentle, with a vicissitude that children could not feel.
　　 "Wow, really? I haven't seen the sword yet!" The child exclaimed, his eyes full of excitement.
　　The old man carrying the sword box raised the ribbon on his shoulder, and the sword box also moved up two inches, and smiled and asked, "What is your name?"
　　 "Xu Aoran!" The child still stared at the sword box intently.
　　 "The name is very good." The old man exclaimed.
The old and the young looked at each other silently, and after a while, Xu Aoran bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes showing a reluctant look: "Well, this is for you, can you show me the sword?" The leaves passed over, and there was a goldfish in the leaves.
　　 "A goldfish?" The old man frowned.
　　 "No!" Xu Aoran pretended to be old-fashioned and shook his head: "This is my childhood." Xu Aoran looked proud.
　　The old man who hadn't seen waves in the heart lake for a thousand years was startled, nodded and said well, reaching for the goldfish.
　　 didn't see any of his movements, the sword box rolled up behind him, tearing the rags on it, and then a blue light shot out, and three feet of Qingfeng whispered, and the sword was magnificent for nine thousand years, and remained for three hundred years in the world.
　　The old man's arm lifted slightly, the finger pointed a little, the long sword swept outward, and a loud noise roared. I saw Hui Jianfeng, not far away, as sharp as a sword, embedded in the clouds. I didn't know where it was swept by this sword gas.
　　 "Want to learn?" The old man smiled with a smug look.
　　 "Think!" Xu Ao Ran nodded his head, the picture dissipated again, and Ouyang Ming also eased from the chaotic state.
　　 "No, isn't the legendary Hui Jianfeng not formed by a giant sword flying from outside the sky?" Ouyang Ming murmured in his mouth, more and more confused in his eyes.
　　Rhubarb glanced at him worriedly, gently patted his shoulder, and said, "Xiao Ming Zi, are you okay?"
　　Ouyang Ming shook his head and made up his mind. After going back this time, he must get back to look around Jianfeng. As for whether he can find a clue, he will say something else.
　　 also keeps in mind the two crucial messages of Xiaohe Village and Xu Aoran.
After a while, he stepped into the realm of meticulousness and unity of nature and man. After observing everything in this layer several times, he recalled a moment in his mind and determined that there were no omissions. Step up to the ninth floor.
Suddenly, Ouyang Ming felt his eyes light up, and then a picture that he had never seen appeared before him.
　　Countless people dressed in black appeared in front of an altar with sincere eyes and holding sacrifices in his hands. In the center of the altar, a bluestone was carved out of a thousand-foot-long blue dragon. This blue dragon came to life, with a pair of black horns on the top of the head, and there was a black mango flowing, staring at a pair of eyes, and made a flying movement. The man in black below has a crazy look, with admiration in his eyes, and he kneels on the ground.
　　Ouyang Ming slowed down from the picture and whispered: "Dragon? But why do you need sacrifice?" He just felt that everything was confusing and he couldn't even find a clue in his mind.
　　Rhubarb also opened his eyes and grinned.
　　 looked for a while in the last floor of the ancient pagoda, just turned a corner, a picture appeared in Ouyang Ming's sight.
This picture is a bit broken~EbookFREE.me~ The breath is much longer than the ancient pagoda and the vicissitudes. Ouyang Ming looked closely and found Hui Jianfeng in the picture, and the place name is also marked in blood in this picture. Like a lotus is drawn in the middle of the map. The lotus hall is marked on the side, and there is a blue dragon painted not far from the Scarlet Hall, marking the dragon temple.
　　Ouyang Ming wrinkled his heroic eyebrows and secretly said, Where are these places?
　　Without hesitation, memorized it, remembered the map in my heart, and after confirming that it would not be forgotten, the spirit agitated and raised his hand to destroy the map as much as possible, leaving no trace.
　　 At this time, his heart was extremely confused, and he secretly said, what is the relationship between Hui Jianfeng and Xu Aoran with the old man, and where is this map? Judging only from the picture, the scene depicted on this picture is extremely remote, extremely peaceful, and full of spirit.
　　 The scene described by him is simply the opposite of the death forest.
　　 is like light and darkness, opposite to each other.
　　Ouyang Ming's thoughts were mixed and he couldn't figure it out.
After half a noise, he exhaled and shook his head: "I don't think about it, I will always figure it out. What I know now is just the tip of the iceberg. I want to use this point to restore the appearance of the entire iceberg. ."
　　 But Ouyang Ming felt faintly that the mural in the tower, this map, and the forest of death were all related to the once-in-a-million-year disaster. Moreover, after seeing the map, the sense of summoning in their hearts disappeared mysteriously.