It was also when Ou Yangming was talking to Rhubarb that in the sky above a blood-colored forest, countless blood qi reversed from above the sky, spun rapidly, and condensed together, forming a cyclone as slender as a snake.

From a distance, it looks like a hundred-foot long snake standing upside down on the blood-colored forest, and even under this cyclone, there is a faint red glow, all the spirit beasts that touch this cyclone, the essence blood in the flesh and bone marrow, and the aura in the dantian, will be instantly sucked dry, turned into a dry corpse, and fell on the blood-colored earth under the cyclone, this scene is extremely terrifying.

The world was silent, Feng Xinxiao slowly walked forward, trampled a dead branch on the ground, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of "pop" under his feet.

Suddenly, an extremely pure blood qi surged from the sky, down the top of his head, and into his body.

His eyes were red, and there was nothing but blood in his pupils, like two worlds full of killing, for him, there was no difference anywhere, where he was, where was hell, all eighteen layers.

I saw a flash of blood in his eyes, the sky in half of the sky was dyed red, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he chuckled: "The killing aura of the Emperor Realm powerhouse, is it really powerful, I don't know whose it is?" As soon as the voice fell, he squinted, and there was a crisp sound of gurgling in his body, and sharp bone spurs grew all over his body, especially the bone spurs growing on the top of his head, like a bone knife with a handle that had just been soaked in blood.

It took a dozen breaths before his eyes slowly opened.

After chuckling, he pressed his hand at the cyclone above the Scarlet Forest.

In an instant, the slender snake-like cyclone fell apart, turning into a blood mist and slowly dissipating.

Feng Xinxiao looked into the distance, not knowing what to think, and suddenly, a crazy and violent aura swept in all directions with him as the center.

Greed, selfishness, hatred, lust...... All kinds of negative emotions are contained in it, where this strange aura sweeps, the essence of the eyes of countless living beings is gone, and the essence and blood in the body attack the brain, and they fall to the ground with a "bang", and the blood rays stir the quiet sky to pieces, wrapping around Feng Xinxiao, and he opened his mouth to swallow it.

Every moment, his comprehension of the law of killing increased at an incredible rate, which was the way of killing.

After half a cup of tea, the pair of blood-colored eyes were withdrawn from a distance.

As soon as his mind moved, he secretly adjusted his qi, gathered his qi and exhaled, and the aura in his chest and abdomen slowly contracted. Gently spit out a mouthful of blood mist, which kept spinning, like turning into a deep black hole, rolling up the sky in a circle, setting off a blood-colored wind.

Plants, trees, spirit animals, mountains and rocks......

All of them, after being swept up by this blood-colored wind, turned into countless gray rays.

Even if it is a spirit beast at the peak of the Venerable, it can only watch the blood-colored whirlwind approach him, tearing out countless staggered and horizontal cracks in his body, like a ceramic cup that has been smashed and forcibly glued together, and after an instant, without making a sound, the soul is scattered, this is the power of the law of killing, just a thought, can make the powerful soul of the suppressing party fly away.

If the law of yin and yang is mysterious and unpredictable, it cannot be speculated.

The law of killing is that ghosts and gods are easy to change, and they dare not be contaminated.

Feng Xinxiao looked comfortable, nodded, obviously extremely satisfied with this result, looked up at the east, and said coldly: "At the beginning, I lost a move in your hands, and now I want to win it back, kill you to preach the Tao, seek the perfection of the law of killing, dominate the dragon and phoenix clans, and achieve great deeds for thousands of years." At this moment, the ambition hidden in his heart grew wildly, from a withered yellow weed to a verdant towering tree.

I don't know how long he walked, but a tribe appeared in his perception.

"Yes, it is worthy of the heart of the origin, this kind of small tribe, there is actually a powerhouse in the imperial realm?" he lifted the shoulder strap, the blood in his eyes flashed, and he licked his lips lightly, and the killing intent that condensed into substance permeated out, and the wind and clouds surged in the sky, and the blood clouds dispersed and gathered, gathered and dispersed.

I saw that his eyes lit up, and a blood cloud condensed out of thin air, and the pressure became lower and lower.

Above the sky, blood clouds flew up and down, and in just an instant, the entire sky was completely filled with blood.

The color of this blood cloud is a little deeper than blood, faintly revealing a strange feeling, pressing down layer by layer, getting thicker and heavier, and a palpitating coercion falls majestically from the blood cloud.

Countless thunderbolts roared, and the whole world fell silent.

"Who is it? Who is teasing me?" An old man sitting cross-legged under the tree opened and closed his eyes, as if he contained a deep starry sky, and a coercion unique to the powerhouse of the Emperor Realm swept in all directions, looking at the condensed blood cloud with a solemn face.

"Clansman, what's the matter?" a man in beast robes walked up to the old man and spoke softly.

"I don't know...... the old man stood up, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that the surrounding tribes are targeting my department?" As soon as this idea arose, he denied it, this kind of mastery of the law, the strong man who can change the celestial phenomena with his own mind, in the heart of the source, is also a number of strong people, within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, there is not even one.

"Then what's going on?" the old man frowned, unable to figure it out.

"Clan Lord, what should I do now?" the beast-robed man only felt a mountain pressing on his shoulders, and his face was worried.

The old man's old fingers rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Open the mountain protection array, you take the clansmen, and escape quickly." ”

"Yes!" the beast-robed man bowed heavily.

"Can you escape?" Feng Xinxiao looked playful, raised his hand and pressed it against the void, and under this press, blood-colored thunder thundered down from the thunderclouds, like pouring rain, dense and urgent, covering the sky and the sun.

And the emperor who is called the clan prince, the old man's wrist flipped, a palm-sized stone statue flew out, long in the wind, take a closer look, it was actually a bottle of half-human and half-beast monster.

The stone statue is extremely thick, giving people a feeling of being near the abyss.

On the earth, countless rune nodes formed a circular formation, enveloping the entire tribe.

Feng Xinxiao sighed lightly, the voice was plain and bland, but when he heard it in the old man's ears, it was like thunder on dry land, which directly made him bleed, and in just a moment, the gray robe on his body was soaked with blood, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

The thunder that was as fine as rain was only a hundred breaths, and it shattered the stone statue.

The entire tribe has become a Jedi.

One, two......

Feng Xinxiao's comprehension of the law of killing is getting deeper and deeper.

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The Heart of Origin is so mysterious and vast that no one knows what it holds or what secrets it holds.

This is the most mysterious and unspeakable place in the world, and the tribes that can survive in it are extremely powerful, and they must have several Emperor Realm powerhouses in charge, otherwise it will never be possible to live and reproduce in the heart of the origin.

The law of the jungle is the main theme of this world, and this will not change no matter how many thousands of years have passed.

The so-called fairness only exists in the hands of the strong, if you are not strong, then talking about fairness is just a joke.

And in the extreme east of the heart of the source, known as the horn of the sea, the cliff of the sky, surrounded by three thousands of peaks, the four seasons are like spring all year round, the climate is pleasant, and the aura here is extremely rich, even in the blessed land of countless origin hearts, can also be ranked in the forefront.

The sun is shining, and the breeze is gently blowing the earth, stirring the leaves and picking up the branches.

And in the middle of the three peaks, there is a small village, there are only 100 houses, but the houses are much higher than the houses in the ordinary farmhouse courtyard, six or seven zhang high, no matter how you look at it, it gives people a different feeling.

A clear stream runs through the village and spreads into the distance.

By the stream, a tiger-headed child stared at the stream quietly, he was only six or seven years old, but he was tall and broad-shouldered, much taller than the average human race, especially in the center of his eyebrows, there was a star mark looming, if you looked closely, this faint star mark was exactly the same as the star mark at the center of the eyebrows of the ancient witch clan in the long river of time.

Suddenly, the boy moved, and his body was extremely flexible, like a gust of wind like a sword feather.

Raising his hand and grabbing it, he grabbed a spirit fish from the water, pinched it in his hand, and his eyes were full of joy, in addition to being clear, it was simple, and it was so pure that it made people's hearts tremble.

Huo Ran, a pretended complaining voice came out of the house: "Everything has a spirit, jealous Lingxuan, don't you let the fish go?" This voice is a little old, but it seems amiable, just listening to the voice, you can imagine that this must be an old man who is kind and kind and sees through the vicissitudes of the world after the end of prosperity.

Jealous Lingxuan's eyes rolled around and deliberately shook his head.

Pretended to say: "Okay, no matter what, God has the virtue of a good life, and it is not easy to remember that you practice, this time, I will let you live." After speaking, he threw the struggling spirit fish into the water, wore straw sandals, and pushed the door into the house with cheerful and light steps.

It was still daytime, but there was a golden oil lamp lit in the room, and what was even more strange was that the flame of the oil lamp was also golden.

Next to the oil lamp, an old man with a gray beard sat on a wooden bench.

Holding a bamboo stick in his hand, his figure shook slightly, and gently picked the wick, and the light of the oil lamp suddenly became much brighter, golden, as if it could dispel the cold and bring light. And the figure of the old man was also reflected in the window, swaying constantly, and at this moment the wick hissed, and it was divided into three, and although the oil lamp was not extinguished, it was much dimmer.

The old man's bark-like hand trembled for a moment, and he paused in mid-air.

After more than ten breaths, the hanging arm came back, put down the bamboo stick, gently rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "The wick is scattered into three petals, a great omen, this time, I'm afraid something big will happen......" As he spoke, his sleeves rolled up, and the six-petal turtle shell engraved with runes fell, spinning on the table, and the strange runes on it kept beating.

"The barbarian of the witch department is jealous of evil, and uses a hundred years of life as a sacrifice to spy on the avenue of numerology, enlightenment!"