Immortal Path to Heaven

Purple, noble and elegant, completely fills the entire ancestral home of the Feng people.

"This... this is impossible!" Feng Xinxiao's voice was a little hysterical. The scene in front of him is beyond his imagination. This purple light actually suppressed the light of the stars and became the only color between the world. He knew in his heart that this time the plan for the lectures and the series had not been implemented yet and he had already lost. The potential revealed by Ouyang Ming is too great. This bloodline has never been seen in the history of the Feng nationality.

In other words, he is the first person in the history of the Feng nationality.

These performances are enough to become Ouyang Ming's biggest hole card and reliance. Even if the Phoenix strong men who were prejudiced against Ouyang Ming previously, the mentality at this moment will also undergo a subversive change.

And where does Ouyang Ming with this bloodline power finally come? No one can tell.

When Feng Xinxiao turned his eyes, he was deeply worried and shocked. Especially when I saw some of the strong phoenixes cultivated by the emperor, the scorching eyes seemed to melt the ice. He was even more bitter in his heart, and he scolded himself in his heart. It would be better if he did not have a satisfactory test. What should I do now?

His mind was at a loss, and at this moment, things had completely escaped his control.

Feng Xiang's pupils shrank sharply, too. He originally thought that he already valued Ouyang Ming. He didn't wake up until he saw this scene. Where is this high-profile? This is simply looking at people from the door cracks and showing them flat.

Before today, even if he had doubled his brain, he could not guess the result.

I am very happy with the decision to make a friendship with Ouyang Yangming.

This kind of character, in the world of thousands of people, can one day fly into the sky. As long as that step is taken, with the fighting power he now shows, the ordinary emperor is not at his disposal.

Ziguang passed through Feng Xiao's fingers, let him breathe shortly, a wave of grievances in his heart disappeared. Such a character is not something he can remember.

Above the terrace, all the strong Feng family were stunned and stared dumbly at the figure under the totem.

The eyes are strange, and the pictures they see are different. Some people saw a sharp, unmatched fairy sword, some saw a powerful mountain that could suppress the world, and some saw a boundless, deep sea. Although the things I see are different, they are very similar. They are synonymous with mystery and power. They are unpredictable, unspeakable, and unspeakable.

Feng Mu stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance.

In his eyes, the vigorous vegetation, the winding paths, the majestic mountains, and even the entire world were filled with this stunning purple mansions.

There was a touch of wisdom in his eyes, his right arm was raised, his fingers were separated, a black flash in his palm, mysterious and distant. This black color seems to have existed when the world was born, and it is difficult to express.

The purple qi within a hundred squares seemed to have been pulled by a mysterious force, and it rushed into the palm of the old man.

Countless purple qi condenses and turns into purple silk thread. This seemingly ordinary action all hides the supernatural power of the Void Condensate.

The old man moved, the old palms spread out, he exhaled, and the purple silk lying on the palm of his hand scattered with the wind, softly said: "Purple Qi comes east, the emperor returns to the position. This world has already After a long mess, a strong man who can suppress all the enemies in the world should come out." This kind of evaluation can only be said that it is already too high.

Suppress all enemies in the world...

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers regularly.

Every time the whole shaking shook, the whole sky shook at the same time, and there seemed to be some kind of power beyond cognition.

After a long while, he shook his head and said with emotion: "I can't see it, I can't see it. Forget it, I don't see it if I can't see it." He turned slowly and walked easily into the house.

The Qixing Tower is nine floors high and overlooks the Fengzu ancestral land. There is a newly written big red character in the room: "Every major event is calm."

Looking at the word, Feng Tian's heart couldn't calm down. He knew in his heart that this time the comparison was meaningless. No matter whether he lost or won, he was the biggest winner. This time, he lost completely.

The fingers pinched Zihao and hung over the emblem of Xuan paper, but if the pen weighed heavily, it would never fall.

At this moment, his heart was disturbed.

Because a Venerable, a person who doesn't even consider ants in his eyes, it is simply unimaginable to put it in the past.

Pushing the door open, he walked over to the railing and looked at the sky full of purple air, like silk, like a fairy tale world, his mood fluctuated again.

But Fengtian nourished Qigong, but after two or three breaths, he adjusted it, spit out a white mist, kept silent, rolled his sleeves, and turned back to the house.

As soon as he sat down, an old man in black robe appeared behind him out of thin air, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and his eyes were ashamed.

Feng Tian didn't look back, and his speech didn't hurry. He said: "Feng Mu can't be annoying, don't make him anxious. Try to get it together, no matter how you can do it. I also want to learn about it, so that I can inherit the Feng family Do people have three heads and six arms."

His eyes are flushed, and he has clearly moved his heart. If Ouyang Ming does not cooperate, he will never be soft-hearted. Even if the sky is in front of him, he will raise the butcher to kill the sky, not to mention the people who are in front of him. .

The old man in black robe nodded gently, hiding again in the dark.

At this time, under the terrace totem, Ouyang Ming's mind was chaotic. Suddenly the scene changed, and a strange world appeared. The green grass hangs in the sky, the starry sky hangs down, you can raise your hand to catch it, the starlight and the moonlight sprinkle at the same time.

Ouyang Ming stood in the middle of the grassland, his eyes revealing a clear color, secretly, inheriting memories? A similar picture appeared when practicing the idea of ​​ideology, so he was not surprised. It was just that he didn't expect that what Xiaohong said was actually true, and there was a terrifying fortune within this totem.

There is a reason why Ouyang Ming thinks this way. In his cognition, all the creations with inherited memories are very powerful, such as the idea of ​​mind only, and the ancient formation method left by Xu Junqing.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him.

Just at this moment, the door opened with a creak, and a middle-aged man wearing a crown and carrying a hip flask came out of the wooden house with a smile and looked at Ouyang Ming and said, "Ou Xiaoyou, you are here." ?"

This sound was not loud, but it fell into Ouyang Ming's ears like a flat thunder, and it seemed to be lightning.

He was confused in the brain for a long time before he eased his mind and said horror: "Do you know me?"

The middle-aged man lifted his crown to reveal a sharp face, smiled heartily, and said: "Astrology and divination, I know seven hundred and eighty, the road is three thousand, let alone say a thousand, it can be counted as one hundred thousand years in the future."

"Feng Ling... Senior Feng Ling?" Ouyang Ming asked tentatively. In fact, it is not difficult to guess. The inheritance of the memory is sealed in the Feng clan totem, and its strength is so strong. Who will have the ancestor of the Feng clan?

The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of wine, and whispered: "Little friends are of good qualifications." There was no answer, but there was no rebuttal, which was the default.

This moment, even with Ouyang Ming's heart, was a little excited.

Although the Feng Ling at this moment is just a legacy of memory, it also has the past vision and vision, and is one of the strongest in the history of the thousands of worlds. It can compete with the dragon family gluttonous and Xu Aoran.

Quickly arched slightly: "Seniors have been praised!"

Feng Ling waved his hands irrevocably and said softly: "The laws of the world and the power of space keep squeezing towards me, and this lingering charm won't last long. The little friend can arouse the vision and enter this place. It’s okay to send you a copy. This gun, which I realized after three days of fighting between Xu Aoran and Xu, is called Burial Sky. Burying the sky and burial ground, burying everything in the world, the tricks are exquisite, there are all kinds of changes, it is difficult to describe. Be optimistic and understand with your heart."

Ouyang Ming looked respectfully: "Just follow the teaching!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Feng Ling stepping on the void, and a melodious voice came out of his mouth: "The marksmanship pays attention to overbearing, and suppresses the chaos of the world with its unpredictable posture."

He doesn't have a gun in his hand, but he has a gun in his heart.

The hip flask was thrown into the sky, and the right hand was swept out of thin air. An awe-inspiring spear burst into the sky. The majestic and overbearing intentions swept across the world as if to tear the world into pieces. The sky cracked open abruptly, ten miles wide, and the length was unpredictable. I wondered where it had spread, revealing a daunting darkness. The rifle was overflowing around the crack, strangling everything around it.

If only this is the case, I saw this crack as if caught by a pair of invisible big hands.

Pulling **** both sides, the sky seemed to be torn apart in an instant, making the heart palpitating the darkness and swallowing everything.

Burial days, as the name of this trick ~www.readwn.com~ has the power of burial days.

Ouyang Ming's eyes were closed tightly sometime, and he condensed the gun with spiritual force, like the graffiti of the hand, stabs in the sky constantly, and the movement of his hand became faster and faster, turning into a residual image.

Feng Ling's face was gratified, and he shook his head and sighed: "The way of cause and effect is the numerology avenue where everything can't escape. Since you have a relationship with the little friend, what's the point of giving you another fortune?"

With the palm of your hand pressed down, the spirits of the entire Fengzu ancestral land were boiling. If you were pulled by a mysterious force, you came straight from all directions to Ouyang Ming. Seen from afar, this aura condenses into substance, continuously tempering his body. He glowed in the Dan Lake, clear as 氤氲, as translucent as glass, and actually had the taste of evolving the worlds of the world, a true meaning of the Tao rippling everywhere.

Everyone looked at Ouyang Ming's look like a monster, and his heart was bitter and intertwined.

But all this, our protagonist does not know, at this moment, he is indulging in his own world.

In his eyes, there was only this decisive, overbearing, cleavable shot, and it was broken into countless movements, non-stop speculation, I don’t know how long it passed, maybe a moment, or an endless, his eyes flashed, volley one Draw.