The sky was dark, and there was a faint black mist surging, with a faint color of blood.

The land was desolate, full of crumbling rubble and dead branches, which turned to powder at the slightest touch.

The gray sunset slowly set, hidden behind the mountains, a slightly cold ray of sunlight also disappeared, the sky and the earth fell silent, and the darkness drowned in, swallowing everything in its path.

It's early spring, which is supposed to be the most vibrant time of the year. But the ruins were lifeless, and it seemed that everything was stained with gray, even the sunlight, like a world that had been completely forgotten.

The setting sun was getting lower and lower, and the last rays of light passed by Ou Yangming.

He looked up at the sky, and saw a storm spin in vain, bursting with an unspeakable suction, tearing everything around him in, rubble, gravel, dead branches...... The storm spun faster and faster, raging into the distance.

"It's really worthy of the name of the Great Ruin, it's really dangerous. Ou Yangming chuckled lightly, bitter and happy.

But at this moment, the direction of the storm changed in vain.

Rushing towards the place where Ou Yangming stood, everything was wiped out everywhere he passed, and the earth was dragged out by the storm with a clear crack ten feet wide.

"Huh......" he snorted.

The reaction was not slow at all, and his body flashed, like an arc of lightning, piercing the sky.

But the storm was faster and came straight down.

"Vajra Protector!" he didn't have time to take out his staff, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and pushed forward, a yellow light enveloped him, this light was like a yellowed ancient scroll, very soft, but very defensive.

Suddenly, the storm only blew some yellow mangs away, and after running over Ou Yangming's body, it blew directly into the distance.

Ou Yangming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, took out the shabby parchment map, and observed it carefully, but after looking for a long time, he didn't even find a clue, the ruins were too big, and they could be described as vast.

"Squeak, squeak!" the voice came from nowhere, and it felt like it was about to shatter the soul.

"The food, delicious...... Food ......" This voice was like a demon crying for the grave, making the hairs on Ou Yangming's body stand up, and then, a blood-stained corpse rushed out of the darkness, his body was full of rotten flesh, his clothes were tattered, blood kept dripping, his eyes were cloudy, his fangs were very sharp, like two short knives hanging upside down, his five fingers were blood-red, and his nails were bubbling with death.

The speed was extremely fast, and the five fingers were folded, aiming at Ou Yangming's chest.

"Dead man?" When Ou Yangming saw this corpse, the tension in his heart calmed down, and he groaned for a while, and while retreating, he took out the Flame Cold Cicada.

The staff in his hand pointed forward, and black light surged on it.

He roared softly, "Stone Pyramid Technique!"

Under the echo of the words, countless rocks pierced through the air from all directions, densely packed, and rushed straight to the corpse.

One, two, three...... Countless pieces, this extremely fierce cold bone corpse in the ruins, was surrounded by stone cones.

It screamed sharply, its eyes were fierce, its five fingers were like knives, and it turned the stone cone into powder, but there were too many stone cones, and the corpse gradually became unsupportable, surrounded by the stone cone, turned into a huge ball, and stood quietly on the ground.

As soon as Ou Yangming's thoughts moved, golden spiritual power surged out.

Dig into the corpse's head, after all, he's just entered the ruins, and all he needs to do now is get the most complete and detailed knowledge of this place.

To Ou Yangming's surprise, the spiritual power penetrated into the corpse's mind without the slightest hindrance. When he was surprised, there was not even a bit of useful information, it was chaotic, and all the memories were buried in the drifting mist.

He rubbed his chin and groaned for a long time, his five fingers tightened, and he pinched it hard, and the ball composed of stone cones kept collapsing towards the center, and the corpse was completely crushed into powder by the stones.

Ou Yangming took a step and walked forward slowly.

It wasn't long before the sound of Si Suo came from the darkness.

Immediately, an arrow feather flashed with cold light, approaching Ou Yangming's eyebrows, and the arrow feather kept spinning, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, stirring the aura, and came suddenly.

"Hmph!" Ou Yangming snorted coldly and raised his hand to grab it.

When it fell, the arrow feather had been broken in two, and the body rushed and chased after it.

I saw a child about seven years old running fast, without shoes, the muscles on his body were like a dragon, he looked extremely strong, and the most terrible thing was his eyes, without the innocence that this age should have, he looked indifferent, and he was even stained with a little blood.

Ou Yangming let out a light "huh" and grabbed him, making him unable to move.

His voice was cold, and he asked, "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about it!" the boy paused, and a terrifying ferocity erupted from him.

"Hmph, the mouth is really hard!" Ou Yangming's hand became more powerful, the child's body was pressed lower and lower, and the short knife hidden in his sleeve slipped out.

"Die, die!" the child kept struggling, the blood in his body was hot, a black line on his body lit up, and the most strange thing was the center of his eyebrows, faintly visible an inch-long stripe protruding.

Ou Yangming's face remained unchanged, and he secretly said in his heart, such a strong force, stepping into the Extreme Dao realm at the age of six or seven is already a fantasy, if this is in the outside world, it must not be protected by the major sects as a baby? The most critical point is that this is not an ordinary Extreme Dao realm, in terms of strength alone, even if it is an ordinary spirit, it is not as strong as this child.

Of course, this kind of power didn't even have the qualifications to churn in Ou Yangming's hands.

"It's weird!" he shook his head, his eyes full of curiosity.

After a quarter of an hour of stalemate, the whole world was completely dark, and the five fingers could not be seen, and the night was like a beast that chose to devour people, devouring it.

"I'll let you go, how about you tell me who you are?" Ou Yangming tried to soften his voice.

The child thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and the fierceness in his eyes flashed.

But as soon as Ou Yangming's hand was taken away, the boy's body bent and grabbed the short knife. Ou Yangming was also a master of the arts, and deliberately slowed down his movements, waiting for him to grab the short knife. But at the moment when the boy held the short knife, not only did he not retreat, but turned around and stabbed Ouyang Ming's heart, fast and ruthless, extremely resolute, leaving no room for anything.

"......Boom" roared, and the child was pressed to the ground by Ou Yangming again, and half of his body sank into the mud.

He didn't roar or scream, but the ruthlessness on his body had reached the extreme.

Ou Yangming stared at the child, and a trace of murderous intent surged in his heart.

As if sensing his thoughts, the child's body trembled, although he still behaved rebelliously, but his teeth were tight, and he never begged for mercy.

Ou Yangming's heart moved slightly, he had never killed an innocent person indiscriminately from the Nether Realm to today. If the person in front of him was not a child, he would certainly not have spared his hand. However, when looking at the trace of fear and unwillingness in the other party's eyes, I don't know why, I just softened.

Perhaps, when he saw these eyes, he also thought of his childhood.

Even when he was the most lonely and difficult, he never bowed his head like fate.

Taking a breath of turbidity, Ou Yangming's fingers loosened and let go.

The boy was stunned for a moment, glared at him fiercely, and ran away without a trace.

Suddenly, the mutation protruded, the black fog in the sky rolled, and a pair of blood-colored pupils swept down, only to see an arm that was more than ten feet tall suddenly tore apart the black mist, falling from the sky, and wiping away the child's location. This strength is so strong that it has reached the high level of the Spirit, and it can be said that if Ou Yangming does not make a move, this child will definitely die.

The barefoot child was also immobilized by this powerful momentum, and his eyes were frightened.

"Alas, forget it, since we met, we are fate, since we are fate, what does it matter if we save you again?" Ou Yangming muttered to himself.

The idea is to show the speed to the extreme, and the speed is like stepping on two hurricanes under your feet, and you rush away, and the speed is extremely fast.

He grabbed the child's body and swept out.

As soon as the two of them came out of the range of this palm, there was a loud noise, and they saw that where the palm fell, a large pit of more than ten zhang appeared out of thin air, and at the same time, a circle of storms swept away in all directions, and its strength was so strong that even if it was a mid-level spirit, it would be completely wiped out, and there was not even a trace of ash left.

"Forget it, good people do it to the end. Ou Yangming took a breath and raised his hand to completely block the storm.

He didn't notice, the child's expression was incomparably complicated, there were surprises, guilt, all sorts, but more than that, it was unbelievable, yes, unbelievable, he refused to believe that the person he had attacked twice before had made such a decision, and for him, it was tantamount to a thousand feet of high tide raging in his mind, stirring up his inherent thinking.

In his heart, there is only darkness in this world, except for darkness.

But now, his worldview collapsed, and he looked up at Ou Yangming's side face, which was very clean and without a bit of scum.

Ouyang's figure spread, and he was far away in an instant, this speed was so fast that the monks below the peak of the spirit could not stop it at all.

And in mid-air, the black clouds rolled, and the scarlet eyes surfaced again, and roared in a muffled voice: "It turned out that the good thing of the Bad Blood Red Lord, even if you are a peak spirit person, you will definitely die, what a pure bloodline power, it's a pity, it's a pity......" The huge body turned into a black mist and dispersed in vain.

Ou Yangming didn't know how long he galloped, and after making sure that there was no danger.

With a push of his right hand, a gentle force emanated from his palm, placing the child on the ground.

He didn't speak, but walked into the distance.

The land was barren and the north wind was whining, not cold, but chilling.

The child looked at his back, his eyes full of confusion, and took a step forward, and then retreated, and his heart was full of hesitation.

When Ou Yangming's back gradually disappeared below the horizon, he gritted his teeth fiercely and followed from a distance.

The sky was already bright, and even if it was early in the morning, the light coming from below the horizon was still tinged with a touch of gray, as if the sunlight was shining through the gray liquid, and the earth, the sky, the mountains, the rocks, the grass and trees, everything was dyed with a gray halo, which made people's hearts palpitate.