A gust of cold wind blew, and Ou Yangming shrank his neck.

He shook his head and replied, "I don't know, but don't worry too much, the sky can't fall, and even if it falls, it's a tall top." ”

Now, Ou Yangming is not a high-level spirit person.

How could he solve this kind of catastrophe that had existed for tens of thousands of years and was difficult for even the Venerable Peak to solve?

How big a belly to eat, how much to eat, how much ability to do how much, this sentence will not be wrong anywhere, if Ou Yangming rolls up his sleeves now and says don't worry, everything has me, that is beyond my strength, I don't know how thick the sky is.

Although Ou Yangming is arrogant, he is not a fool, on the contrary, he is very shrewd and meticulous, so he naturally will not say such things. Of course, in the face of the catastrophe, he will still prepare carefully and do what he can.

Outside the ancient tower, the multi-armed King Kong stood on the edge of the Black River, his aura was extremely violent, and there were faint signs of violence.

He had to worry that since Ou Yangming entered this dilapidated ancient pagoda, the contract he had concluded with Ou Yangming in his spiritual world was as if it had been blocked by an invisible force. No matter how he called in the spirit world, Ou Yangming did not reply, and when he probed his spiritual power, there was a ripple visible to the naked eye on this ancient tower, absorbing all the spiritual power that the multi-armed King Kong poked out.

He looked at the big bamboo rat with a gloomy face, and his voice was extremely cold: "What's the matter, why can't I even feel the breath as soon as the master enters the ancient tower?"

The big bamboo rat sat quietly under the big bell, opened his eyes, revealing a touch of the vicissitudes of the world, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the time is not right, even if you are in a hurry, it will not work, and it will naturally come out when it is time to come out." ”

This remark made the multi-armed King Kong itch his teeth for a while, and the violent aura on his body spread out, and with a muffled roar, the qi on his body agitated, just like the drizzle in the rainy season, endlessly, and the black light flashed on his fist, and a phantom of the ancient ape that was exactly the same as him was like descending from ancient times, and the breath was far away.

Seeing that his right arm was bulging, Huo Ran, like an angry tornado in the river, blasted out with a punch at the dilapidated ancient tower.

The qi roared, and all the spiritual energy within dozens of zhang in front of him exploded, condensing countless small cyclones out of thin air. But just the moment he approached the ancient tower, the ghostly light above the ancient tower flashed, and a strange cold wind blew, and this majestic punch dissipated in an instant, not even a little ripple waved, and the anger in the eyes of the multi-armed King Kong was even worse.

But at this time, two points of light flashed on this ancient tower, and the light was dim, which was extremely obvious.

The big bamboo rat chuckled, "Fellow Daoists, don't worry, they have already entered the second layer of the ancient tower. ”

The multi-armed King Kong was stunned, and then all the energy on his body was dispersed, and the phantom of the ancient ape behind him also faded.

And the little bamboo rat chirped non-stop beside the big bamboo rat, and the big bamboo rat was not annoyed, listening quietly, throwing a stone into the black river from time to time, and the artistic conception was free and easy.

After the ancient tower flashed a point of light, it was like an addiction, and it kept flashing.

Every time it flashes, it means that Ou Yangming and Rhubarb are in that position.

The "third and fourth layers...... until the seventh layer, this speed slowed down.

The worry in the heart of the multi-armed King Kong also disappeared, sometimes looking into the distance, sometimes moving his gaze back to the ancient tower, and he was in a good mood. But at this time, Ou Yangming, who was in the ancient tower, was in a very bad mood, and his heart was very confused, he thought that he could find some clues in this ancient tower, so that he could understand some more substantive things with a little bit of face.

But there are seven murals, and there is one on each layer, but Ou Yangming has not even sorted out the clue, but it is like a mess, the more it is organized, the more chaotic it becomes.

Ou Yangming exhaled a breath of turbidity and went up to the eighth floor along the yellowed entrance of the building.

But this one made Ou Yangming's face change greatly, and he was short of breath.

Because of this mural, the painting is like the Huijian Peak outside the Death Forest, and the mountain peak is like a blood-stained sword out of the body, extremely sharp, straight into the sky. But at this time, Huijian Peak was surrounded by a small village, with only forty or fifty households, with smoke curling and a small river.

As soon as Ou Yangming's mind moved, he had already entered the world of painting.

In the distance, he saw an old man coming from a distance, this old man had a gray beard, shabby clothes, dusty clothes, and carried a sword box behind him, square, not big or small, as his steps swayed, the outside of the sword box was wrapped in a layer of rags, and gently swayed behind him in the wind.

A six- or seven-year-old child holds in his right hand a leaf in an arc with water in the water, and a small goldfish swims in the water. The child's eyes were so pure that it made people's hearts tremble, and when he saw the old man, although there was a trace of fear in his eyes, he was more curious, did not think, and took the initiative to walk over with cheerful steps.

He smiled and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

The old man half-squatted down, smiled kindly, touched the child's head, and said softly, "Passing by, what is this place?"

The child thought for a moment, was very simple, and replied, "This is Xiaohe Village!"

Then he rolled his eyes, looked at the sword box behind the old man, stretched out his finger, and said, "What is in it?"

"A sword!" the old man's voice was gentle, with a sense of vicissitudes that children could not feel.

"Wow, really, I haven't seen a sword yet!" exclaimed the child, his eyes full of joy.

The old man carrying the sword box lifted the ribbon on his shoulder, and the sword box also moved up two inches, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Xu Aoran!" the child still stared intently at the sword box.

"Good name. The old man exclaimed.

The old man and the young looked at each other speechlessly, and after a while, Xu Aoran bit his lower lip lightly, and his eyes showed a reluctant look: "Oh, this is for you, can you show me the sword?" He handed over the leaves in his hand that were surrounded in an arc, and there was a goldfish in the leaves.

"A goldfish?" the old man frowned.

"No!" Xu Aoran pretended to be old and shook his head: "This is my childhood." When the words fell, Xu Aoran looked proud.

The old man, who had not seen waves in the heart lake for a thousand years, was stunned for a moment, nodded and said yes, and reached out to take the goldfish.

Without seeing any movement from him, the sword box behind him rolled up, tearing the rags on it, and then, a blue light shot out, and the three-foot Qingfeng roared, and the sword qi traveled for nine thousand miles, remaining in the world for three hundred years.

The old man's arm was slightly raised, his fingers were bent a little, and the long sword swept outward, and a loud roar roared. I saw Huijian Peak, which was as sharp as a sword not far away, embedded in the clouds, and I didn't know where it was swept away by this sword qi.

"Do you want to learn?" the old man smiled, a smug expression.

"Think!" Xu Aoran nodded, the picture dissipated again, and Ou Yangming also recovered from the chaotic state.

"That's not right, isn't the legendary Hui Sword Peak made from a giant sword flying from the sky?" Ou Yangming muttered to himself, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

Rhubarb glanced at him worriedly, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "Xiao Mingzi, are you okay?"

Ou Yangming shook his head and made up his mind, after going back this time, he would definitely have to go back to the area around Sword Peak to take a look, as for whether he could find a clue, it was another matter.

At the same time, he also kept the two extremely critical information of Xiaohe Village and Xu Aoran in his heart.

After a while, he stepped out into the realm of meticulousness and the unity of heaven and man, and after observing everything on this layer several times, he recalled it in his mind for a moment to make sure that nothing was missing, and then walked up to the ninth layer.

Suddenly, Ou Yangming felt his eyes light up, and immediately, a picture that he had never seen before appeared in front of him.

Countless men dressed in black appeared in front of one of his altars, their eyes sincere and their hands holding sacrifices. In the center of the altar, a piece of bluestone was carved out of a thousand-zhang long green dragon, this green dragon was lifelike, with a pair of black gas horns on the top of his head, hidden black mangs circulating, staring at a pair of blood-colored eyes, making a move to fly, and the black-clothed people below looked crazy, showing worship in their eyes, and knelt on the ground one after another.

Ou Yangming came to his senses from the picture and said in a low voice, "Dragon, but why do you need sacrifice?" He only felt that everything was confusing, and he couldn't even find a clue in his mind.

Rhubarb also opened his eyes and grinned.

After searching for a while in the last layer of the ancient tower, he just turned a corner, and a picture appeared in Ou Yangming's sight.

This map is a little broken, and the breath is much farther than the vicissitudes of the ancient tower, Ouyang Ming looked carefully, and actually found Huijian Peak in the map, and the name of the place is also marked with blood in this map, just like a lotus flower drawn in the middle of the map. Next to it is marked the Lotus Temple, and there is a green dragon painted not far from the Blood Temple, marked with the Dragon Temple.

Ou Yangming frowned his heroic eyebrows, and said secretly in his heart, where are these places?

Without hesitation, he devoted himself to memorizing the map, and after making sure that he would not forget it, he was agitated by spiritual power, and raised his hand to destroy all the maps, leaving no traces.

At this time, his heart was extremely confused, and he secretly said in his heart, what is the connection between Hui Jianfeng, Xu Aoran and that old man, and where is this map? Judging from the picture alone, the scene described on this map is extremely distant, and it is extremely peaceful, and the aura is rich.

The scene described by it is simply the opposite of the Forest of Death.

It's like light and darkness, opposing each other.

Ou Yangming's heart was full of mixed thoughts, and he couldn't figure it out.

After half a sound, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, shook his head and said, "I don't want to, I'll figure it out later." What we know now is only the tip of the iceberg, and it is a fool's dream to restore the appearance of the entire iceberg with the help of this point. ”

However, Ou Yangming faintly felt in his heart that the murals in the tower, this map, and the Forest of Death were all closely related to the once-in-a-10,000-year catastrophe. Moreover, after seeing the map, the sense of calling in their hearts mysteriously disappeared.