The sound of the evening drum is as gentle as the music of immortals, shocking the soul and echoing in all directions, an invisible wave of air is stirred up.

The old woman trapped by the ancient dragon shield was frightened when she heard the sound of the evening drum. Her skin and bony bone spurs began to rot and collapse downwards, like snowflakes falling into magma, countless fine black smoke emerged from her pores, and her body melted quickly. She was just transformed from the resentment in the black stone tablet and could not resist it. She just insisted on a few breaths and disappeared completely without leaving any trace.

It seems that everything that appeared before was the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

The sound of the evening drum seemed to have an indescribable magical power. When Ouyang Ming heard it, the distracting thoughts in his mind instantly dissipated and turned into an empty and mysterious state.

This state lasted for about ten breaths, and every cell in Ouyang Ming relaxed.

It was at this time that a memory was poured back into Ouyang Ming's spiritual world.

In an instant, Ouyang Ming's spiritual world fell into chaos and mist, with white mist floating everywhere.

Thoughts keep floating towards the sky, and the Buddha becomes a slender leaf in the stream. As the river rolls and falls, I see all the worlds, see all the vicissitudes of the world, drifting farther and farther away.

Suddenly, he felt his eyes lit up, and then a picture that he had never seen before appeared before him.

The earth was full of devastation, the deserted and the walls were broken, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. Blood gathered together, dyeing the soil red and sinking continuously, like a large blood-colored swamp.

The desolate north wind whistled, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, sprinkling layer by layer onto the earth, which would divide the sky and turn into countless mottled and small pieces. But the snowflakes were not white, but blood-colored, like blood, and were so red. And outside the blood-colored earth, a huge city can be seen standing, with its pressure sweeping across. And in the center of the city, there is an altar about ten feet high, with ordinary material, but a slight sacred feeling.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was the Seven Star Altar, and seeing this scene was the inherited memory engraved in the evening drum.

But what happened to the big city around him? Why didn't there be any trace left? He was like a passerby in the rest of time and space, a phantom, watching all this quietly, without any change.

Ouyang Ming saw that above the altar, an old man with a vicissitudes of face was sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a beast robe, his face was covered with brown spots and wrinkles, and his eyes were like the vast sea, like the vast starry sky, and a charm of Tao appeared on him, making people feel at ease. This feeling was similar to the feeling given to him by Master Kurong, but it was deeper.

Not far behind him, a twilight drum stands, carved with traces of time.

Under the altar, countless people were kneeling and worshiping, spreading to the outside of the city one by one. These people were old and young, and their blood power was burning, with pious expressions in their eyes, and there was a faint madness. It seemed that as long as the old man said a word, they would give their lives without hesitation. There was silence around, and only the whimpering wind was left. The people on the altar seemed to be waiting for something. The old man on the beast robe looked at the sky, his index fingers and middle fingers kept pinching each other, as if he was divining.

At this moment, "Kala, Kara..."

A sound that made people's scalp numb from all directions came from all directions. The fine, sharp, dense alien races suddenly appeared, giving people the feeling that they were passing through the wormhole. At least there were tens of thousands of alien races, with extremely powerful auras and vibrated nothingness.

The old man in the beast robe sighed and said, "Oh, the catastrophe has lasted for a hundred years. Half of the thirty-six states of the human race have been lost. The army is retreating step by step, and hope is slim. My Baifeng lineage uses itself as bait and uses the essence and blood of the entire clan to turn into a seal, and is willing to give a glimmer of life for the spiritual world. The clansmen are ignited with blood!" This sound is not loud, but the sound is full of righteousness. For the sake of the creatures in the spiritual world, they are willing to burn themselves, burn their bloodlines, and use the power of the entire clan to bet on the slim hope.

"Blood burns!" All the tribesmen roared at the same time, their voices firmly, resounding throughout the world, and the blood of the phoenix tribe in their bodies was burning wildly.

Half of the sky was illuminated by the burning spots of light. This was for justice, for hope, burning life and life, even if it turned into ashes, even if the soul was destroyed, it was spared.

Ouyang Ming's expression turned dark, he felt his nose sore, and his heart was blocked by a sad feeling. He was like the earth in front of him, and he murmured softly: "Is this the righteousness?"

I thought of Xu Junqing again and said in a deep voice: "As a man, you should use the sky as the chessboard and star as your piece."

The two pictures kept fusing in his mind, and his eyes showed light and said softly: "The world is a furnace, and no one can escape it. Once the catastrophe comes, all the beauty and hope will be beaten into powder by the catastrophe, without any resistance. I lived too comfortably before, and I didn't want to care, nor could I have the ability to care, but for the sake of the old craftsmen, for the three of them, and for the people I cherish, even if I don't have the ability, I have to give it a try."

The Baifeng clan in front of him turned into a seal with his essence and blood, which touched Ouyang Ming too much, and directly allowed the people of the country, the people, the world, to permeate his heart. This time he wanted to give it a try, to stop the disaster and to save the people of the world.

Just as Ouyang Ming's mind was rolling, the old man in the beast robe patted the altar with his palm, stood up straight, and pushed his dry palm outward, bursting out his energy and directly hitting the dusk drum.

A shocking voice echoed and echoed.

The blood power of the Baifeng clan under the seven-star altar burned wildly in the body, and countless white silks radiated from the middle of their eyebrows and condensed into a white mark in the sky. In just a moment, these tribes grew older, their dark hair turned white, their faces were no longer delicate, and their eyes were covered with wrinkles. Every breath was changing, getting older and older. Even children were filled with decay.

But their eyes were still firm, and even a little hysterical madness.

A sad atmosphere of a hero who never returns forever filled Ouyang Ming's heart. His eyes were sluggish, his body trembled, his eyes were filled with tears, but he forced himself to not drip down.

The old man in the beast robe also turned into a white light, and a hoarse voice resounded: "My Baifeng clan is willing to die generously. As long as he can give a glimmer of life for the human race in the spiritual world, he will have no regrets!"

"No regrets!" The voice exploded in Ouyang Ming's mind.

Suddenly, countless white lights quickly tangled, covering the sky and the earth, turning into an invisible confinement, covering countless alien races. The space was broken, revealing a heart-pounding black. The white light shrank in vain, and the ripples swept across the world condensed into the middle, turning into a dark dark light rushing into the stone tablet. All kinds of voices that influenced the mind spread, greed, love, and hatred, appeared one by one, but they were still useless and were directly sealed into the black stone tablet, turning into a confinement and a shackle.

The remaining white light burned, turning into a black flame and burning towards all directions. Wherever you pass, your vitality is completely gone. With this city as the center, it is all turned into naked land within a radius of thousands of miles.

Memories still remained, rolling from afar like a tide.

It stimulated Ouyang Ming's nerves. Even if he had the unique spiritual world of the Phoenix clan, he could not withstand it. There was a stinging pain in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and persevered.

I don’t know how long it took, but the mottled memories calmed down.

Ouyang Ming memorized this lengthy memory in his mind, opened his eyes, and whispered: "The great disaster was caused by the alien race. There is not much time now, and the reason why Daxu is called the Curse Land is because it is a deserted ancient battlefield, and the reason for the war is unknown." This is the answer he got after a long analysis, pondered for a while, and kept searching in his memory, and thought to himself, how intense the battle was to be able to blow up a continent like this, does Xu Aoran have anything to do with this war?

He shook his head, and the doubts in his mind became more and more.

After breathing a breath of turbid air, he moved his steps and slowly walked down the altar, bowed heavily, and said, "Seniors, Ouyang Ming will not forget it, nor dare to forget it."

Then he turned around and looked at the black stone tablet that sealed tens of thousands of alien races. He smiled coldly, pointed his finger in the air, and shouted coldly: "Take me the head!" The residual soul in this stone tablet not only pulled him into the illusion from the beginning, but also the culprit of the great catastrophe. Now that the great catastrophe is approaching, it is also causing wind and rain in the big ruins. How could Ouyang Ming let it go?

Before the sound could be dropped, the head flew out directly, and the powerful devouring power burst out.

He swallowed all the remaining souls in the entire stone tablet.

The head and mouth slightly separated, and a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. After vomiting a breath of black gas, he fell into a deep sleep. This force was too powerful, and even the head would take a long time to refine it.

Suddenly, a sudden change broke out, and the entire barren desert began to shake. The sand kept sinking, and a rustling sound came from every corner of the space, just like many evil ghosts grinding their teeth, creaking. Just listening to the sound, you can feel the madness in it.

Even Ouyang Ming, who was in the core of the desert, clearly felt that the sand was sinking, and a "knock" sounded in his mind, leaving only three words: "What happened!"

Without any hesitation, he rushed out. He didn't know what caused the changes in the deserted desert, but he felt a very bad feeling in his mind.

The shoulders were pulled apart, and the sound of muffled thunder came from the body, turning into a white horse trainer, passing through the white aperture, and running outward.
Chapter completed!