Above the altar of the Seven Stars, the cold wind whimpered.

Ou Yangming's spiritual power in his body was constantly agitated, his qi was mellow and mellow, and the spear was piercing through the air, seemingly ethereal and ethereal, but it was secretly sharp, and he stabbed at this black head!

"Boom ......" grabs the mangs to exude colorful rays, constantly changing, layer by layer, circle by circle, just like the light changes rapidly according to the color of red, orange, yellow and green, the glow is full of light, and the beauty is abnormal.

Wherever it passed, a white crack one zhang wide was left, and at the same time as the aura exploded, the qi wave reversed and opened, and where it passed, the vitality was cut off.

The black head only blocked the spear for three breaths, and then completely collapsed, turning into countless red threads again, floating in the air.

When Ou Yangming saw this scene, the hideous color on his face became stronger and stronger, and he looked around.

His eyes turned around, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes, and he said secretly, this ...... What was wrong? He had sensed that he was not in the right state. Stepping into the realm of nuanced and sympathetic between nature and man, the mind should always be in absolute calm.

But now, his spiritual world is occupied by violence and indifference, which was impossible in the past.

Because, stepping into this realm is equivalent to integrating into this world, and any slight changes cannot escape the perception of the mind.

Of course, if it weren't for the timely warning of the Heavenly Phoenix Fire, Ou Yangming would not have been able to discover this. It will even sink deeper and deeper into it, completely indulging in it. Therefore, when he realizes his strange state, he will keep torturing himself.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind, and he subconsciously looked at the black stone tablet under the altar, and his eyes naturally showed a blank look, confused, and lost his spiritual charm, like a manipulated puppet.

But Ou Yangming's heart was very sober.

"Sure enough, that's the reason for this stele!" he muttered.

It turned out that from the time his finger swept over the black stele, he had already fallen into the illusion, whether it was the name on the stele or the small hole buried in the yellow sand, it was all part of the illusion, in order to prevent him from beating the twilight drum.

Ou Yangming did not hesitate at all, blended into the artistic conception of illusion, and secretly said in his heart, illusion is not illusion, reality is illusion, it is really illusion, it is all in my thoughts.

This is in the Forest of Death, in the secret realm left by Xu Junqing, the true meaning of the illusion of enlightenment.

The confusion in Ou Yangming's eyes dissipated, becoming extremely bright, and his right foot was raised and stepped forward. Under this step, even the sky shook, and all kinds of illusions dissipated in an instant, and he looked at the heads piled up into a hill in front of him, and his eyes were full of groans.

And at this moment, the mist above the altar rolled and shook violently.

In particular, the name on the black stele is as quickly twisted as a tadpole, condensed together, and turned into a black shadow.

This old woman's eyes were blood-red, and there was more black qi emanating from her body.

A jaggy bone spur emerged from the black mist and pierced the altar. Her body became thick and large, indescribably terrifying, like a humanoid centipede, her mouth opened, and a voice like thunder came from the old woman's mouth.

"Get out, get out of the altar!" the voice was so sharp that it swept in with a gust of wind.

The cold color in Ou Yangming's eyes flashed away, and he said with a smile: "Alien?" As soon as the words fell, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, with an arrogant expression, and said coldly: "You have done so much, just because you are afraid that I will beat the twilight drum?"

As soon as the words fell, the center of gravity sank and fell, up and down, and put on a shelf, he could feel that this alien race condensed by the stone tablet was not simple, and even made him feel a sense of danger.

The spear in his hand was clenched, his wrist flipped over, and a shot was stabbed.

"Die!" the old woman said hoarsely, her right hand was raised, her nails were thin and long, like five sharp bone knives, flashing with a ghostly light, and she actually grabbed the blood spear dragon slaughter directly.

"Look for death!" Seeing this scene, Ou Yangming's face turned even colder, and his spiritual power was transported to the tip of the spear, making the power contained in the spear reach an unimaginable level.

"......Boom" The two collided, and there was a sound of metal colliding.

An extremely strong anti-shock force reversed along the spear, directly shattering Ou Yangming's tiger mouth, and a trace of blood stained the dragon slaughter red. But Ou Yangming's control of the rhythm of the battle was perfect, and he hurriedly retreated. The spear kept piercing, like a torrential rain hitting a plantain, and there was a crackling sound, one shot faster than the other, and one shot heavier than the other.

In front of him, an impenetrable remnant of a spear was formed, some of which were chaotic and furious, like an erupting volcano, some of which were so cold and cold that they seemed to freeze their bodies into ice sculptures at the slightest touch, and some of which were ethereal and indescribable.

Ou Yangming's eyes flashed, and the spear pushed forward. The spiritual power in the body exploded, and these countless gun shadows seemed to be being pulled, like a rolling river tumbling away, connecting into one piece, directly permeating the entire altar.

But even when she saw such a majestic momentum, the old woman still didn't care about it, the craggy bone spurs dragged behind her, and directly collided, like a fierce beast from ancient times, and her body made a thunderous sound, directly crushing all the aura within a zhang around her body, shaking nothingness.

Without any attention, the gun shadow was directly crushed.

And it still didn't stop, and it hit Ou Yangming directly.

Ou Yangming's edge was blocked this time, but he was not discouraged, and his mood was not even wavering.

Taking advantage of the rebound, he reflexively picked up, drew a stunning circular arc, and an arrow step, turning into a thorn, went straight to the old woman's chest.

But the old woman still raised her hand and patted it, and she lowered ten times with one force.

The five fingers that were as thin as knives collided with the dragon slaughter in the air, and the spiritual power exploded, directly slapping Ouyang Ouyang Ming out, directly making him angry and bloody.

Ou Yangming's expression was solemn, and he secretly said in his heart, what kind of monster is this?

You must know that even the Xuantie Beast is as thin as paper in front of the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter, and it will collapse with one blow, but this old woman who is condensed by the resentment scattered by the stone tablet can use her body to shake the Dragon Slaughter, this is simply a myth. It can be said that this is the first time Ou Yangming has encountered a fierce beast that can shake the dragon slaughter, yes, it is a fierce beast!

At the same time, the old woman's jagged bone spurs that had been inserted into the altar suddenly lifted, like a curved sharp knife, falling directly from the air and slashing at the position where Ou Yangming was standing.

With a cold chill, the speed is extremely fast.

Ouyang Ming snorted coldly, and the golden spiritual power exploded, condensed into substance, and opened his mouth: "Beg!" emitted a strange sound wave.

Suddenly, the wind whistling above the altar stopped, and the old woman only felt that her head sank fiercely, the blood flashing in her eyes was darkened, and her body was stunned.

Ou Yangming was extremely experienced in combat, how could he let go of this kind of flaw?

The figure flashed, holding the spear, and sprinted directly, and the aura in the dantian exploded, transporting the strength to the tip of the spear. The lines on the spear are intertwined into a net, shaking out a big circle, and the shadow of the spear bursts out, evolving infinitely mysteriously, attributed to a shot, pointing directly at the old woman's heart.

This spear was incomparably bright, like the most primitive and mottled color when the heavens and earth first opened, suppressing all the light in the world. This shot contains the true meaning of the Tao, with the strong belief that nothing can be broken.

This shot condensed all of Ou Yangming's spirit and spirit, and condensed his belief in the victory of going forward bravely and being invincible.

It was more than just a gun, but the most gorgeous and brave assault of his life.

"Boom!" I saw that the old woman's sternum collapsed directly inward as if it had been hit by a mountain peak, and the scarlet color in her eyes disappeared, replaced by disbelief.

But just as the dragon slaughter stabbed on her heart, there was a sound of metal colliding, and Ou Yangming's arm was also resisted, and it was difficult to advance in the slightest.

And the old woman finally reacted, roared angrily, her body swelled again, her upper body became dark and deep, and every inch, two knuckles protruded from the flesh and blood, as sharp as a blade.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is the jagged bone spur she inserted into the earth, which suddenly became flattened, like a sharpened scythe, if it was just like this, the key is that the wound in her chest stabbed by the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter began to heal.

Ou Yangming's heart was awe-inspiring, mobilizing the aura in the dantian to the extreme, as soon as his mind moved, he slapped the space bag with his left hand, quickly pinched the trick, and roared in his mouth: "Sleepy!" When the voice fell, a palm-sized turtle shell flew out, growing in the wind, absorbing all the spiritual power within a zhang of the surroundings. This item is pitch black, and there are countless complicated lines on its back, and the vicissitudes of life are far away, what is it if it is not an ancient dragon shield?

Ou Yangming hurriedly drew the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer and retreated backwards.

The golden spiritual power poured into the ancient dragon shield, and in an instant, the ancient dragon shield was like a rotating pot lid, directly enveloping the old woman, and at the same time, Ou Yangming's left hand was volleyed into the air.

The first stripe on the ancient dragon shield lit up, and countless black rays appeared, intertwined with each other, directly trapping the old woman in it, with Ou Yangming's strength, he couldn't kill this old woman.

Ou Yangming did not hesitate, he took a step, gathered his breath, adjusted his qi, and secretly said in his heart, I really don't know what secrets are hidden on this twilight drum, there is such a monster guarding it, its strength is terrifying, and its body is indestructible.

The spear in his hand swung forward, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, and slammed into the twilight drum. A distant sound with the twilight drum as the core, drawing an invisible sound wave to spread around, like thunder pouring into the ears, incomparably wonderful. The voice that shook the heart rang out, as if it came from outside the sky.

At this moment, the twilight drum sounded.

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