The black mist turned rapidly, and there was a roaring sound.

Countless arcs of electricity flashed, sparks were stirred, and the speed of rotation exploded. The arc of lightning was like countless sharp blades cutting through everyone's skin, making people unable to open their eyes, even a mid-level spirit had to use all their strength to resist this powerful suction, like walking on thin ice.

The shock of witnessing a high-level spirit being swept into the black mist by green vines was indescribable.

Moreover, less than ten percent of the people who were on the huge terrace before were still left, and they were all low-level spirits, and they couldn't resist this suction at all.

Except for Ou Yangming and a few others, everyone thought desperately in their hearts, this time, I'm afraid they have to explain here.

This kind of death is worse than the horse leather shroud, which can at least earn a reputation, and I am afraid that there will not be even a whole piece of flesh left.

"Hold on, don't let go!"

On the terrace, Yan Shuo pulled the cold moon, his fingers pinched together, and they were all purple.

Harsh Shuo and Harsh Xinyue are brothers and sisters, and they grew up with a golden key in their mouths. The Harao family is located on the edge of the known area of the Great Ruins, and it is also a first-class family, there are two spirit peaks in the clan, the sphere of influence is enough for a hundred miles, and the harsh Shuo has had excellent talent since he was a child, although the talent of the harsh moon is average, but since he was a child, his eyes are above the top, and he always looks up to his proud head.

But at this moment, Ke Xinyue lost her previous domineering appearance, her long eyelashes blinked, and her eyes were full of mist, looking pitiful.

"Brother, the spiritual power in my dantian is exhausted, I'm so tired, I have no strength. Her voice was no longer haughty, and she had fallen into the mortal dust.

"You have to hold on no matter what, and if you are inhaled into it, you will be worse off than dead. Yan Shuo roared softly, his heart was already filled with fear, but he forcibly pretended not to care, comforting Yan Xinyue.

At this moment, the suction power coming from the black mist vortex instantly increased.

Cao Xinyue's head sank, chaotic, her body was weak in vain, and even the last trace of strength was exhausted, and her wrist "snapped" with a crisp sound, and it was directly released, and it was rolled outward by this suction.

"No—" Yan Shuo roared with red eyes and looked up to the sky, but there was nothing he could do.

The cold wind was inhaled into her mouth, and Harsh Xinyue came to her senses, and her heart was extremely desperate. A cold sweat broke out in my pores, and I secretly said in my heart, "Do I die like this?" I don't want to die! I still have a lot of things to do? And this way of dying is too ugly......

Tears flowed out of her eyes, did not roll down her cheeks, and were directly sucked into them by the whirlpool, turning into a faint wisp of water vapor and disappearing.

Who's going to save me? She prayed in her heart, and prayed incessantly.

I promise to be a lady in the future, practice hard, not be picky when eating, and not be domineering in my speech. Her mind was full of thoughts, and all kinds of strange thoughts came to her.

"Now if anyone saves me, I'll recognize him as a double monk!" she whispered in her heart, making a decision.

He Jian's throat moved slightly, he took half a step forward, began to gather energy, and was about to make a move.

Ou Yangming took He Jian's subtle movements into his eyes and shook his head: "Forget it, how to say it, she also helped me once, and she has no bad intentions." Moreover, he didn't want to leave an indifferent and ruthless image in He Jian's heart, since he also wanted to save it, it was better to send a favor.

After all, as long as he becomes Venerable. For Ou Yangming, it will be a great help.

He believed in his heart that as long as He Jian broke the shackles and became a venerable person, ordinary Venerables might not be able to stop this old man's sword.

The thought must be, a step forward, a little toe on the terrace, a light jump.

The body was like a Kunpeng with wings outstretched, and as soon as it swooped away, the aura in the dantian exploded, and the meridians flowed in an instant, and its own speed exploded even more violently.

The shock of this scene was unimaginable, and countless uproars erupted.

"This ...... Is he crazy? To dare to fly off the terrace with such a powerful suction force is simply looking for death!"

"Yes, the previous high-level spirit master used the blood escape technique and didn't escape!"

......

The faces of these monks were complex, varied, with sneers, sarcasms, worries, and joy...... It's like enough of the world's flavors.

But among them, the most complicated look is still harsh and shy.

"Why is he?" the voice roared in his head, making him feel like his face was burning, and it hurt hotly.

Especially when I think of my previous attitude towards him, my heart is extremely bitter.

He could never have imagined that such an unremarkable-looking young man could be such a great master, how old was he? The world in his mind seemed to have collapsed.

In the sky, Ou Yangming's body pulled away, rolling up the mist, the fierce color in his eyes flashed, and he simply dispersed all the aura on his body that resisted this suction, and in an instant, his own speed was there

hugged the thin waist of the weak willow of the harsh moon, and a faint virgin fragrance echoed in the nose.

Ke Xinyue's pupils shrank inward suddenly, with a look of disbelief, and even thoughts were gone in her mind, she was confused, and she writhed subconsciously.

After two breaths, he recovered from the shock and screamed: "This ...... This...... How about you!" She had reached the point of incoherence, and you could imagine the extent of the shock in her heart.

If she didn't know Ou Yangming, she wouldn't be like this.

The most important thing is that she also laughed at Ou Yangming twice.

"Don't move!" Ou Yangming's voice was cold, without the slightest emotion. Even though the soft fragrance is in his arms, there is still no ambiguity in his heart.

In his heart, he didn't have a good impression of this arrogant woman, so he naturally wouldn't speak softly.

Ke Xinyue didn't dare to move anymore, her hands wrapped around Ou Yangming's shoulders, her long eyelashes trembling.

The powerful devouring power erupted from the black mist vortex, tearing at Ou Yangming, as if it could suck everything in the world into it, and at the same time, countless green vines swirled towards Ou Yangming.

Ou Yangming's body moved uncontrollably towards the black mist whirlpool, he felt the pulling force on his body, looked at the green vines in the black mist, and inhaled two cold breaths in a row, the fire of the heavenly phoenix in his body was burning, mobilizing the aura in the dantian, condensing it in the palm of his left hand, his face turned cold, and he roared in a low voice: "Break it for me!"

Before the words fell, his left hand pushed outward.

The white light in the palm flashed, and the powerful aura exploded directly.

Shatters a pull force and vines at the same time, and creates a strong reverse thrust force.

Ou Yangming's eyes lit up, his feet stepped on the void, his body moved a few times, and he landed on the terrace.

"This ...... This is too dreamy, isn't it?" a spirit master's middle-level scattered cultivation voice dragged on, and his expression was incredulous.

"yes, it's hard to imagine, this man...... What kind of cultivation is this person?" All the monks who saw this scene had this thought in their hearts at the same time.

Ou Yangming seemed to be unknown, glanced at Yan Shuo lightly, and said, "Take care of her." There was not the slightest wave on his face, and his voice was cold, as if they had never crossed paths.

Yan Shuo nodded hurriedly, and his heart was pleasantly surprised.

Not only was she not angry, but she secretly said in her heart, it's so cool.

Ou Yangming's figure flashed, and he came to He Jian's side, frowning together, thinking about how to break the game.

He Jian's face was gloomy, and he said: "Brother Ou, time is urgent, you follow me, I will try to see if I can cut through the black mist and vines behind me with a sword." ”

Under the spread of this voice, everyone's hearts were happy.

At this moment, an eager thought came out of the poison pill world, and Ou Yangming was stunned at first, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

With a slight wave of his sleeve, he chuckled: "Senior He, watch me break through this black mist whirlpool!" As he spoke, he looked confident, as if he could break the sky, and an indescribable charm emanated from him, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

If someone else said such a thing, He Jian would definitely scoff at it.

But Ou Yangming said it, for some reason, but every word was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, as if it could collapse the mountains.

It's not the word that counts, it's the person who says it.

At this moment, Ou Yangming was extremely dazzling, as if he had gathered the world's spiritual beauty, and even his body seemed to be stained with a faint layer of brilliance.

Cao Xinyue looked at Ou Yangming's back in a daze, thinking of the decision she had made between life and death, her cheeks were faintly crimson, and her eyes seemed to contain autumn water, with an inexplicable deep meaning.

And even some monks who were suspicious of Ou Yangming swallowed back the words in their throats when they saw this scene.

Ou Yangming didn't understand everyone's complicated feelings, his steps moved slightly, and a mist emanated from his body.

Secretly used spiritual power to wrap the spirit of the poison pill, and quietly released it from the space bag, merging into the black vortex.

His eyes flashed, and he pretended to roar softly: "Panic Tianwei, two instruments and four elephants, lead it with my thoughts, the wind rises!" With the wind, he was dressed in white, and with the words spitting out of his mouth, his feet stepped into the void, and he stepped out of the terrace.

With a slight wave of his sleeve, the entire Black Fog Mountain was violently windy, and the black fog was torn out like green smoke.

The scene was like thunder on the ground, leaving the minds of the monks on the terrace blank, as if the whole world was shaking.

The two high-ranking spirit masters on the front terrace glanced at each other in unison, and they both saw the frightened look in their eyes, and lowered their voices to the lowest: "Brother Xu, can you do the matter of stepping out of the balcony to save people before?"

The man with the giant axe groaned for a while, and immediately shook his head: "Brother Wen, you think too highly of me, if you step out of the terrace, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back, let alone save people." ”

"Then do you think this person can break through this whirlpool?" the man asked again.

The man holding the giant axe smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Wen, I don't know divination astrology, so you are asking the wrong person." ”

He turned around and looked at Ou Yangming's slightly thin back.

It was like seeing a majestic and heavy mountain peak, which weighed on his heart, making him feel like he was suffocated in the water, and he couldn't breathe.

Even He Jian's eyes showed a look of horror, and he secretly guessed in his heart, could it be that Brother Yu really has the perfection of the five elements attributes, and can derive wind and thunder? In a word, it can be the law of the world? With the help of the power of heaven and earth in advance, this is impossible, he is only a high-level spirit, how can he do this, how can he get the realm of the Venerable, can't he figure it out, can't figure it out......

His mind was like a mess.

The words "the wind rises" are like a sharp knife carved into his bones.

After all, the shock brought by the previous scene was too great to be erased.