The breeze blows on the face, revealing a hint of refreshing coolness.

In the sky, a silver arc shuttles through the clouds, stirring up a thousand waves. If you look closely, it turns out to be a rare silver flying carpet.

On the top of the flying carpet sat two people, one old and one young, their breaths were extremely powerful, shaking the void.

The young man's lips are red and his teeth are white, his eyebrows are clear, and the domineering color that occasionally flashes between his eyebrows proves that this person is not simple.

And the old man's eyes seem to contain a huge world, deep and abnormal, as if just by looking at it, it can suck people's hearts into it. The momentum that emanated distorted all the space within ten zhang of the surrounding area, and even the sunlight that was slanting down could not fall, and it was blocked by an indescribable force.

These two people are none other than Ou Yangming and jealous evil who often had holes before they came out of the witch department.

The old man lowered his mouth, licked his mouth, rubbed his fingers against the flying carpet, his eyes showed a touch of emotion, and said softly: "I didn't expect Brother Ou to be a master of forging, this kind of mysterious and indescribable items are all from the hands of my brother, it is really incredible." ”

He said this very sincerely, without the slightest intention of deliberately touting or exaggerating.

Although the witch department is powerful, it does not forge magic weapons, but only tempers the physical body with the qi of extreme yin and yang, and on the way to forging, it is not much weaker than the dragon and phoenix clans.

"The clan elder is too famous, and forging a flying carpet is actually not that difficult. Ou Yangming looked at the endless and undulating river below, and spoke softly. If this was heard by the rest of the forgers, I am afraid that they would have to scold him for not knowing what to do. It's a flying carpet forged, and even in the world, how many forgers can forge a flying carpet? And it's still a silver flying carpet.

Jealousy was also stunned for a moment, and glanced at Ou Yangming deeply.

He lived for an endless time, and he saw a lot of people of all kinds, and whether what he said was true or false, he could tell it at a glance.

Gently brushed his gray beard, and said with a smile: "It's not that it's not difficult to forge a flying carpet, but that Brother Ou is extremely talented." In his feeling, Ou Yangming was too young, and it was hard for people to believe that at this age, not only was his cultivation not weaker than that of the powerhouse of the Imperial Realm, but even in the way of forging, his attainments were amazing.

Ou Yangming smiled, with a look of memory in his eyes: "The clan lord has a good reputation, I just have a little more luck than others." ”

Jealousy shook his head vigorously, and said, "Luck is also part of strength. ”

As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes and rested.

In the sky, the flying carpet is as light as cotton wool, but it is getting faster and faster.

As Ou Yangming fused the power of the bloodlines of the Dragon and Phoenix Clans and the Shang Tribulation Clan, transformed into a spirit, and stepped into another level of life, his spiritual power skyrocketed, and he became more and more familiar with the flying carpet, and it could even be said that he was free to collect and release.

It was already dusk, and Ou Yangming controlled the flying carpet and turned a corner.

Suddenly, a faint blood-colored light curtain flickered in the sky, and in an instant, even the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by blood.

From a distance, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a mist of blood. The land is desolate and lonely, the mountains and rocks are scattered, the vegetation is dense, and it is dark and deep. In the wilderness, this kind of scene is enough to make almost eight adults feel cold.

"Strange, what's going on?"

The jealous eyes froze, the light in his eyes flickered, and his mind turned, stepping into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

In an instant, with the flying carpet as the core, even the slightest change would be clearly presented in his mind. This is not that he is cautious, but in the heart of the origin, there must be nothing wrong with being as careful as dust and walking on thin ice.

The sky grew darker and darker, revealing a palpitating blackness, and the light on the ground seemed to have been absorbed by an unknown substance.

At this moment, a roaring sound spread in all directions.

A ripple visible to the naked eye stirred up, instantly shattering the light curtain.

Turned into countless wisps of blood mist that was extremely thick, rolling from the sky, surging momentum, like a storm crashing on the shore, mountains, rivers, and spirit beasts...... Everything was shrouded in a mist of blood.

"Who is it?" Ou Yangming pursed the corners of his mouth and rubbed his eyebrows slightly, he felt a familiar fluctuation in this blood mist.

Without a little hesitation, with a slight touch of his toes, he jumped up from the flying carpet, and the spiritual power in the Danhu Lake surged, rolled up his long sleeves, put away the flying carpet, and looked ahead with burning eyes.

The face of the Wu clan prince was gloomy, his center of gravity shook, his qi was slender and lingering, his old body swelled up, and the black light wrapped around his arms was like two dragons, and his strong momentum swept away, and his figure flashed, and he was already in front of Ou Yangming.

"Disperse for me!" the old man's voice was not loud, but with a kind of domineering that could break the sky, his arm was raised, and he pressed it in the air.

Under this press, the blood-colored mist in the sky seemed to have been stirred by a slender bamboo pole, turning into a blood-colored vortex wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, constantly spinning, and rolling up into the sky in a circle. Like Kowloon absorbing water, it eventually turned into a wisp of white mist and quickly dissipated.

"Interesting, the bloodline of the Ancient Witch Clan, but what about it?"

At the moment when the blood mist was about to dissipate, an indifferent and abnormal voice shook the aura.

Coming from afar, listening to the timbre, the person who spoke should be a middle-aged man. There was an awe-inspiring aura in this voice, as if it came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

With the voice, a man in a fancy costume stepped on the void and came slowly. His clothes were fluttering, his eyes were pitch black, and the black arcs were intertwined with each other, and he was extremely ghostly.

Feng Xinxiao's eyes cruised around, and finally fell on Ou Yangming, his eyes flashed with blood, and said: "Life is really where we don't meet, last time in the Feng Clan, if it weren't for you, how could I fail?"

Ou Yangming didn't speak, his face was calm.

"Why don't you dare to speak, you're afraid?" he sneered, with a thick banter in his eyes.

Ou Yangming's face was as usual, without the slightest wave.

But the jealous evil was furious, and the top of his head seemed to be covered with a dark cloud, and a force that could lift the heavens burst out from him. You must know that his cultivation already belongs to the top group of people in the world, even compared to Feng Mu, he is only half a step behind. Compared with the Emperor Realm powerhouse who comprehends the laws of ordinary people, it is not a star and a half strong. But now, a kid who had just comprehended the law dared to jump in front of him, how could he not be angry? What's more, Ou Yangming was still the one who broke the game calculated by his senior brother.

The jealous evil pressed his right hand on the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly, the faint star mark at the center of his eyebrows instantly lit up. Bai Mang scattered, setting off an invisible wind, and roared in his mouth: "Reincarnation Fist!"

He is a descendant of the ancient witch clan, even if he has experienced the battle of punishing witches and countless precious inheritances have been destroyed, but the reincarnation fist is the three most important methods of the ancient witch clan, engraved into the bone marrow, imprinted into the soul, even if it is indelible.

As soon as the words fell, the old man raised his arms and blasted his fist into the sky, and the fist wind swept in all directions, and the fist shadows were connected.

Under this punch, the mountains and rivers collapsed, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, nine days and ten earths, trembling in unison, and constantly wailing.

Wherever the fist wind passed, countless spatial turbulence appeared out of thin air.

This is the reincarnation fist, which has the ability to assert the eternal.

"This ...... How can it be so strong?" Feng Xinxiao was shocked, and a crisis that had never existed before suddenly appeared in his mind. But his face was not exposed at all, only to see his thin lips pursed, and his right hand slapped the space bag.

A burst of blood light spread out from his hand, and when it fell, a large bottle flew out, growing in the wind, and finally became the size of a small mountain. This Dading is blood-red all over, with a strong fishy smell, like it was taken out of a blood lake. Inside the Great Ding, countless obscure runes are engraved with a writing knife, which is dazzling.

And the four sides of the big tripod, it is based on the four demon beasts of warding off evil spirits, fox fairies, judges, and Xingtian, and the four demon beasts are pressed in all directions, and the eyes of the four demon beasts are tightly closed, looking lifelike, like knife painting marks, as if they will drill out of the big tripod at any time, revealing a rich scarlet glow.

It gives people a feeling of being like a mountain facing the abyss, extremely heavy, and can crush the mountains and suppress the heavens and all worlds.

The blood light on the big ding flickered brightly and darkly, Feng Xinxiao quickly pinched the trick with both hands, staggered the index finger and middle finger, made a flower-shaped, and pushed outward. This demonic and strange Dading shook violently, turned into a ray of blood, and slammed into this fist wind that could collapse the heavens, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch, and it was fleeting.

At this time, from Ou Yangming's point of view, he saw the strength of his fist sweeping from the sky, like a black waterfall hanging upside down from the peak of ten thousand zhang, with a strong momentum that shook the sky. Between heaven and earth, the roars of countless gods and demons suddenly sounded. If it's just like that, the key is that this fist style actually reveals the mellow feeling of the way of reincarnation, and there is no flaw. This punch can sweep the heavens.

On the other side, Dading exudes the atmosphere of vicissitudes and simplicity, in vain, the blood is prosperous, spreading in all directions, enveloping the entire world in it, and a gloomy feeling is dispersed.

Around the big ding, countless blood-colored bubbles suddenly appeared, scattering a touch of dampness and heat, and exploded gently with a "bang". The sound was extremely subtle at first, but grew denser over time. When I heard it in my ears, it was like a demonic sound, and my heart felt like I had fallen into a blood-colored world.

"Boom ......"

An earth-shattering roar turned into a sound wave and swept away, and everywhere it passed, mountains, rivers, spirit beasts, everything was torn apart and turned into a ray of blood, covering a range of hundreds of miles. This sound is like a bell and a drum ringing together, like a yellow bell and a big Lu, which can suppress all the sounds in the world. Immediately, pieces of aura exploded. Space is extinguished and born, born and destroyed, and the evolution is infinitely mysterious.

A gray ripple that was extremely violent tore open again, and the mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles below collapsed, and the rocks pierced through the air, and the whole land fell inch by inch.

This is the terrifying place of the powerhouse of the Emperor Realm who comprehends the law.

With a single blow, it is contaminated with the power of the law, which can destroy everything.

Ouyang Ming's eyes showed emotion, his eyes swept over Feng Xinxiao, and he secretly said in his heart, why is his strength so strong? How long has it been since I saw him? You know, when we met for the first time, he had the strength to crush Feng Xinxiao, but now, he actually felt a strong crisis in Feng Xinxiao.