A cool breeze blew and rolled up Ou Yangming's sleeves.

He rubbed his chin, hooked the corners of his mouth upward, and said, "It's really strange, it's really too big in the ruins, and anything can be encountered." ”

"Yes, this cursed world has as many buried secrets as its bones. He Jian's face was like the bark of an old tree, squeezed together hard, and his face was full of compassion.

Ou Yangming didn't answer, and stepped onto the terrace in a few moments. His current aura was no different from that of the natives in the ruins, and no one cared at all. Moreover, most of the monks on the terrace were concentrating and holding their breath, refining the aura in the dantian.

What's more, over the years, there have been many monks from the outside world who have entered the ruins, and they can even be described as many, and these natives have long been strange.

Ou Yangming glanced around, he already had a plan in his heart, and secretly said in his heart, there were only three high-level spirits here, and there were only dozens of middle-level spirits.

At this time, a female voice echoed in Ou Yangming's ears: "Hmph, I don't think I can do it, the last time I met me and my eldest brother, I have already picked up a life, and I even dare to come over to fight for creation!"

Ou Yangming's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked over, it was the Fangling woman he had met before, but he didn't take it to heart, the low-level spirit who had a complicated breath, was just an ant.

Seeing that Ou Yangming "didn't dare" to answer, the contempt in Cao Xinyue's eyes was even worse, the corners of his mouth raised, and he moved his beautiful eyes away, looking at the black mist that was gradually rolling.

Yan Shuo and Yan Xinyue stood side by side, and there was a hint of displeasure in their eyes, but they didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the black mist rolled up like boiling water.

In the depths of the Black Fog Mountain, a huge spring loomed, spewing out black mist more than ten feet high, rolling up to the sky one by one, and then falling from the sky.

At the same time, ten terraces of tens of zhang in size appeared in the black mist!

One, two, more and more...... Finally, ten stairs made up of terraces were formed, like curved snakes, stretching towards the depths of the black mist.

He Jian's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Yu, step on the terrace, go deep into the black mist, and then jump over the spring, you can leave this black mist mountain!" As he spoke, he gently stroked his beard, but there was a thick look of doubt in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ou Yangming asked in a low voice when he saw him like this.

"I don't know, but I've always had a sense of foreboding. He Jian's face sank, like a dead bark.

Neither of them moved, but watched quietly!

Countless sounds of breaking the sky opened, and all kinds of lights of different colors rose into the air.

"Get out!" Yan Shuo's palm slapped in the air, and the palm wind was fierce, because the speed was too fast, it actually made a rolling thunder sound, which was extremely terrifying.

In vain, a silver arc of lightning condensed out of thin air, like a dragon, and blasted away at the black mist corpses in front of them, and everywhere they passed, these countless corpses all turned into pieces of flesh and fell into the black mist.

Immediately after, he slapped the space bag.

He took out the one-foot-high bow, sat on his horse, and waved the arrow strings in his hand.

Ten arrow feathers turned into spiritual energy condensed out of thin air, drawing ten blood-colored arcs, and shot out.

This is a series of arrows, one arrow is faster than an arrow, under the stacking of strength, it is getting heavier and bigger, and there is no skill, it is simply a force to drop ten times.

Ke Xinyue's figure was agile and elegant, full of an indescribable beauty, like a warrior on the tip of a sword, walking among the black mist corpses.

Ou Yangming moved his gaze back, laughed at himself and said, "No wonder I look down on you and me, it turns out that I have the ability." ”

"Do you have the ability to compare to Brother Yu?" he smiled softly in a flat voice.

Ou Yangming was speechless for a moment, with a helpless smile on his face, not knowing how to answer.

After watching for another quarter of an hour, when he saw that there was no change, He Jian touched his chin with his fingers and said softly: "Brother Yu, it should be that I am too careful." Let's go, if you don't take this opportunity, you will have to wait for another March, and you can only get past by stepping on the terrace. After all, there is an extremely strong corrosive aura in this black mist, and under the Venerable, if you touch it, you will die, and in the sky, it is also extremely strange to not be able to fly with spiritual power. ”

As soon as the words fell, he stepped out.

Every step can be seen clearly, but the speed is extremely fast, and this sense of contradiction and unity is dazzling. After a few more glances, even the mind will be sucked into it.

Although he is only a peak spirit master, in terms of state of mind cultivation alone, ordinary Venerables may not be able to compare to him. After all, He Jian has experienced too many ups and downs in his life, and he has seen too many people's warmth and coldness.

Ou Yangming's speed wasn't much slower than him, since the last time he realized the Dao at Hui Jian Feng.

There was a faint feeling of floating in the mind, which was a precursor to the flight of the physical body.

With a ......loud bang, the Black Mist Mountain suddenly turned into a whirlpool of mist.

The inky black mist swirled rapidly in one direction, creating fine black arcs of electricity in the whirlpool, intertwining into a web.

A powerful suction came out of the vortex, stirring the void. If you really want to describe it, it is like a giant with a thousand feet tall, holding a mountain peak in his hand, constantly stirring the fog in the Black Fog Mountain.

The center of gravity of countless spirits sank, and their feet were rooted on the terrace.

"Ahh

The moment he first came into contact with the black mist, a poisonous insect that was difficult to see with the naked eye flew out of the black mist.

Follow the pores and seven orifices and drill into his body. If this scene is seen by people with dense phobias, I am afraid that the hair and sweat will stand up in an instant, because this poisonous insect is endless.

After only a breath, the monk with the scar on his face screamed violently, as if he had experienced the most painful thing in the world, and his face was hideously distorted.

Bright red vines sprang out from the pores, the tongue of his mouth, the top of his head, and even from the eyeballs, and in an instant, his body was crawling with blood-colored vines, dense, but he was still not dead, and even, he was more awake than ever. He felt countless vines wriggling in his body, blood vessels, meridians, and even the cerebral marrow, and he couldn't even self-destruct his dantian, he could only watch himself being devoured little by little.

Immediately after, flower buds bloomed from the vines.

The buds are radiant, radiant and fragrant.

Suddenly, the bud was in full bloom, swaying in the wind, bewitching and beautiful, and the taste of this fragrant fragrance was instantly rich to the extreme.

Seeing this scene, Ou Yangming's heart was furious, and he was a little mad.

glanced at the rear, let out a "chuckle" in his heart, and gave He Jian a look.

He Jian looked back, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Finally, the life breath of the monk with the scar on his face completely dissipated.

The bewitching and beautiful flowers on his body quickly shattered, turning into blue halos, like a dream, merging into the whirlpool.

All that remained of the monk was a pile of dry bones, some yellow, as if they had been dead for decades, and fell straight into the mist.

One, two, three......

More and more Spirit-Primary-Rank Cultivators were sucked into this black mist and turned into a pile of dry bones.

And as these monks blended into the black fog, the fog became thicker and thicker, and there was even a feeling that the terrace was being submerged.

"This ...... What the hell is this?" A family disciple in a gray robe looked frightened, only felt his heart beating, glanced at the back, only felt his head buzzing, and immediately screamed: "Rear...... What about the terrace in the rear?" his eyes were full of madness, after all, the strange scene before had scared him out of his mind, and that kind of death was the real way to live rather than die.

It was only then that everyone realized that the terrace behind them had disappeared at some point.

That is, they have run out of retreat.

The panic spread rapidly, and more and more monks were swept into the vortex by the huge suction.

Ou Yangming stabilized his figure, his face was bitter, and he asked, "Senior He, what the hell is this...... What the hell is going on?"

He Jian closed his eyes, memories rolled in his mind like a tide, and after a while, he raised his head upward, looked at Ou Yangming, shook his head, and said, "Brother Yu, I have never heard of this kind of situation!" His voice was indifferent, but there was a sense of fear in his heart, and he only felt that his heart was pounding, as if there was an extremely terrible thing in the black mist.

Although Ou Yangming had expected it, when he heard this answer, he was still inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, and kept thinking about ways to break the situation in his mind.

On the terrace at the forefront, three high-ranking spirits stood side by side, their eyes gloomy.

"Brother Xu, what can I do about this?" he said, looking at the monk beside him who was large and carrying a big axe.

"Brother Wen, I don't know if I'm here! I've come to the Black Fog Mountain dozens of times to look for treasures, and this is the first time I've encountered this situation. The man smiled bitterly, and the giant axe was inserted into the terrace to resist the suction coming from the whirlpool, and his clothes and hair floated in the direction of the whirlpool, and his heart was already filled with fear.

The whirlpool spun faster and faster, and the suction of the explosion became stronger and stronger, as if it could pull the soul of a person into it.

"Anyway, sooner or later, it's better to fight!" The high-level spirit beside the man roared, his eyes showing a look of madness.

As soon as the words fell, I saw him bite the tip of his tongue fiercely, spurting out a large mouthful of essence blood, and his body swelled up like a balloon, turning into a bloody light that shot out. But as soon as he flew into the air, countless green vines entwined. In an instant, he was tightly surrounded, and he was dragged into the black mist, and it didn't take long for a terrible scream to come out of the black mist, and the high-level spirit was dead.

All the monks who saw this scene had a cold breath coming out of their bone marrows, spreading to all the cells in their bodies. My heart was so frightened that even my body trembled.