Of course, Ou Yangming didn't know how much of a sensation his actions had caused this time, and it could even be said that it was an earthquake.

Of course, there are good and bad. The advantage is that he has become the Jiang family's guest who welcomes him, and the disadvantage is that he has also become the killer of the Blood Dragon Family.

At this time, the Ji family only had one small thought in their hearts, how terrifying should this kind of person who was overpowering a generation want him to break through to the Supreme One? There is no doubt that it will definitely make the Blood Dragon Family anxious, or difficult to parry.

Yes, by now, Ou Yangming has begun to have the strength to overwhelm a generation.

Even as long as he broke through to the peak of the Supreme Spirit Being, even in the hands of the Venerable, he had room to maneuver. Of course, if you want to draw with His Holiness, it is too difficult and too difficult. After all, the improvement of the Dantian Huahu for cultivators is really too great.

And at this moment, the initiator who set off a monstrous wave in the ruins is fleeing quickly.

His hair was disheveled and his face was pale.

Ou Yangming patted the space bag, a soft white light dispersed, and when it fell, a porcelain bottle was already lying in the palm of his hand, and bursts of refreshing fragrance echoed open.

He flipped his thumb upward, and the fragrance of Dan was suddenly extremely strong. With a volley of his right hand, four pills flew out, and three pills fell into the hands of the three of them, and he said softly: "After eating and recovering some spiritual power, they don't know when they will catch up." There was also a touch of helplessness in the words.

Jiang Yingrong and He Jian exchanged a look, and they were not hypocritical, and swallowed the pill in one gulp. In their hearts, Ou Yangming is a "big family", who will feel distressed if they eat a big family?

As this elixir was swallowed, suddenly, a warm current grew in the dantian, spreading to all corners of the body with the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and constantly recovering the consumed spiritual power.

The burial sword didn't speak, as soon as he raised his wrist, he swallowed, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said softly: "I didn't expect Brother Yu to have this kind of means, this kind of alchemy, even compared with the elders of the sect, it is not inferior, and even worse, but it is just ......" His brows suddenly frowned.

Hearing this, Ou Yangming let out a "chuckle" in his mind, and secretly said in his heart, it can't be discovered, right? It stands to reason that he is a sword cultivator, even if I use the secret method of refining pills from the Pill Peak, I won't be able to find out! But his face was not shown at all, and he said in a deep voice: "Just what?"

The right foot of the burial sword stepped forward, and the aura in the dantian exploded, generating an extremely strong thrust, turning into a long rainbow, and while galloping towards the distance, he replied: "It's just that this secret method of refining the pill is somewhat similar to that of the pill peak, but it is more clever. As he spoke, his eyes widened and he looked at Ou Yangming with a puzzled expression.

It was only then that Ou Yangming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and blinked mysteriously, with an unfathomable expression: "That's true......!

He didn't finish, but the Burial Sword waved his hand and blinked in response, with an expression in his eyes that I understood.

Ou Yangming didn't say anything, no longer spoke, increased his speed to the extreme, and fled towards the sky.

When the last ray of light falls in the sky, darkness swallows up from the sky, and the cursed land of night is several times more dangerous than in the daytime.

"There, chase!" Suddenly, an exclamation broke the silence of the night.

Dozens of blood dragons, blood mist scattered from their scales, shook all over their bodies, and swooped forward like a Kunpeng pounced.

Dong Chenyu sneered, roared, and said, "The warriors of the Blood Jiao clan, catch them and bring them back to the clan!"

"Yes!" roared dozens of Blood Jiao in unison.

"The ghost is not gone!" Ou Yangming slandered in his heart, on this day, he kept changing directions, but the other party was like an appendage, and he couldn't get rid of it. In desperation, Ou Yangming could only gallop towards the Jedi, because he knew in his heart that in this Jedi, there was a chance to live after death, and the so-called "not breaking or standing" was exactly that.

And the location of this Jedi was told to Ou Yangming by Jiang Yingrong in advance.

The original thought in her heart was this, enter this Jedi and hide for a while, with the strength of a few people, even if it is dangerous, it can last for a few days. And during this time, the powerhouse of the Black Dragon Family must have received the news. As long as it is delayed until they arrive, this dead end will be alive.

A quarter of an hour later, a white vortex like a nebula appeared in front of Ou Yangming's eyes, and in the depths of the whirlpool, countless blood-colored arcs shone brightly, stirring up sparks.

And behind the whirlpool, there is an endless white mist, I don't know where it stretches, like an ancient fierce beast that opens its blood basin and devours it, the moment it is seen, it makes people's bodies cold, like falling into an ice cave.

"Rush in......" Ou Yangming forcibly suppressed the uncomfortable feeling on his body, bit his teeth together hard, and spoke fiercely.

Without a little hesitation, squeezing his own potential, his body pulled into a long rainbow, and his speed exploded again, rushing directly into the whirlpool.

The other three followed, stepping into the middle.

When Dong Chenyu saw this scene, he was not in a hurry, his wrist was raised, and all the blood Jiao suddenly stopped, and said coldly: "Hold the entrance!"

At the same time, countless poisonous insects slowly flew out of the yellow sand, condensing together, and they were the clansmen of the Dead Turbidity Clan.

Ou Yangming and his party couldn't get rid of the pursuit of Blood Jiao, and it was his credit. He had a keen sense of smell and could smell the strong smell of blood on Ou Yangming's body.

Dong Chenyu's eyes were dewed, his five fingers were separated, the suction exploded, and he gently grabbed down.

Suddenly, grains of yellow sand flew into his palm, and when he crushed it with two fingers, the yellow sand turned into ashes.

He glanced at Dead Turbidity, his voice was cold, and said, "Will they really come out of here?"

"Rest assured, in less than three days, this damn Terran will definitely escape. In this white whirlpool, the danger is inexplicable, the consumption of spiritual power is fast to the extreme, and the most important thing is that there is only one exit from this Jedi, as long as you stay here, it will be foolproof. As he spoke, the green light in his eyes lit up, like a ghost fire floating on a lonely grave, and he felt cold.

Dong Chenyu bowed slightly, and suddenly there were four more words in his mind - catching turtles in the urn.

Within the white whirlpool, there was mist floating everywhere, and the white mist was like a thread, connected together.

The sky, the earth, the vegetation, and even everything is shrouded in mist, and it is all lonely, lonely white, and staying in this environment all the time can drive people crazy.

White swirl edge position.

The four figures were sparse and sparse, moving slowly.

After a while, Ou Yangming paused, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and said softly: "How do I feel that the spiritual power in my body is consumed much faster, and even if I poke out the spiritual power, it will be less than ten zhang, and the rest will not be able to see clearly." He had tried many times before he spoke.

Funeral Jian also nodded in agreement, and looked at Jiang Yingrong.

After this day of getting along, Burial Sword knew that Ou Yangming was the absolute core of this small team, there was no doubt about it.

And Jiang Yingrong knows more, after all, the Jiang family is one of the strongest forces of the Daxu Terran Race. Jiang Yingrong has been reciting Daozang since he was a child, and of course he has seen and heard a wide range of things, so he will look at Jiang Yingrong at this time.

Before Jiang Yingrong could answer, He Jian had already answered.

His face was full of vicissitudes of life, carved with traces of time, looking into the distance, looking at the mist rolling in the distance, and said: "This white vortex will continue to devour the surrounding aura, and it will become bigger and bigger. As he spoke, he spread out his palms and gently held them in a white mist.

Then he said, "And what absorbs the spiritual power of the monk is the white mist floating in this whirlpool. ”

"White mist?" Burial Sword's voice raised a few degrees, and a suspicious look appeared on his face.

"Hmm!" He Jian nodded, both of them were carrying sword boxes, this scene was a little weird no matter how you looked at it.

Jiang Yingrong didn't speak, with a thick look of worry on her face.

At this moment, the essence of Ou Yangming's eyes gathered in vain, his long sleeves rolled forward, and colorful starlight spread out, and when he looked closely, it was actually countless finely carved array plates, full of charm. The array disk drew a slender and perfect arc, falling from mid-air, directly enveloping the range of hundreds of zhang, the arcs were intertwined into a net, and the majestic spiritual power was scattered in all directions.

"Scatter!" Ou Yangming lightly exhaled a breath of green air, and a rune node beside him instantly brightened.

Suddenly, the breeze blew away all the fog in the formation, and a piece of black land was suddenly exposed, covered with gravel.

Jiang Yingrong's lips were smeared, his face was surprised, he looked at He Jian, and said in surprise: "Brother Yu still knows the formation?" There was a sense of absurdity in his heart, he could refine the pill, and he could also forge the flying carpet, and his strength was not inferior to Daozi, and now he would arrange the formation, how could he have so much energy? This is really nonsense, right? Jiang Yingrong moved his gaze to Ou Yangming, just like looking at a monster.

Jiang Yingrong didn't know that Ou Yangming had the unique spiritual world of the Feng Clan, and his ability to steal teachers was too much like a plug-in.

As long as he wants to learn, with a little deduction, he can immediately restore it, or even better.

Hearing this, He Jian smiled bitterly and nodded in response: "Yes, so my evaluation before was not too much, right?"

"It's really not too ......much," Jiang Yingrong thought a little and bowed slightly.

She is arrogant and confident, but in front of Ou Yangming, she has completely become a foil.

Just as her thoughts were rolling in her head, Ou Yangming's flat voice rang out, disrupting her thoughts: "Come in!"

The corners of her mouth turned upward, a strange look appeared in her eyes, and her heart was full of wonder, and she stepped into the formation. This is also her belief in Ou Yangming, otherwise, stepping into the formation of a formation master is no different from looking for death. As soon as the formation is completed, the formation mage is the master of the formation, the existence of a god, and now, the formation arranged by Ou Yangming can easily trap the peak of the spirit.

Funeral Sword took two breaths in a row, glanced at Ou Yangming deeply, and a faint bitterness arose in his heart.

Even if he cultivated a strong mind with a sword, he also felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

Can I really catch up with him?

But in an instant, the thought was completely crushed.

Since you are a Taoist, you must have the heart of a Taoist.

No matter how difficult the path he wants to take in the future, he can't make him retreat in the slightest.

Ou Yangming's strength will only make him more diligent and hardworking, and it will only become the driving force for him to be brave and radical.