Chapter 15 Dead Mountain Blood Sea Cast Iron

The moment Mr. Ou appeared was the end of the life of the aurora. This rare fierce beast was unwilling to make a final roar, and his huge body collapsed like a landslide. Under it, the group of Shamanro snakes is on the verge of collapse, torn apart in a noisy scream.

The ghost-like body jumped in the air. Mr. Ou swam the whole scene in an instant. Every time he stopped, he pinched the seven inches of a Sharman snake in his hand, spitting slightly in his palm, and the golden snake cracked inch by inch, and the scattered flesh and blood sprinkled into a golden rain in the air.

The Shamanro snake is as solid as King Kong. After all, it is far less than the mixed body of the aurora. Without the protection of the aurora, it has lost the nourishment of the cold air. The poisonous fire in their bodies ignited the blood in an instant. Mr. Ou's attack only accelerated the process of their death.

He sat weakly on the ground and watched Mr. Ou chase the north and kill him. He kept adjusting his luck and wanted to restore his vitality as much as possible before Mr. Ou finished the finishing work. Although he knew that the other party would not embarrass him, Mr. Ou's methods and calculations made him chill and secretly raised his vigilance.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Mr. Ou completed the end of the clearing of the field. With a mess of flesh and blood, he took a turn from the sky and landed on a towering mountain in front of him, and looked at the continuous mountains under his feet with satisfaction in the manner of reigning the world.

He looked at the wolf, and his eyes shot like electricity. In the valley at his feet, there were aurora and warm corpses piled up all over the valley. Blood gushed out like a tide and dyed the streams in the mountains red.

Near dusk, the afterglow of the sunset filled every corner of the mountain, and the eyes were golden. Mr. Ou's face was full of blood, and his expression gradually became solemn. He took a look at the heavy light that was still meditating and breathing, jumped up, jumped off the cliff, crossed the void like an eagle, and fell in front of the heavy light.

He noticed the arrival of the other party in the sea of light, and he did not raise his head and still sat there quietly. Mr. Ou's sharp eyes stopped on him and sighed, "How do you know the weakness of the aurora?" Without waiting for Chongguang to answer, he said to himself, "Aurora is a rare beast in the world. I know that you are a disciple of Kunlun, and the Taoist sect has a profound background, but as far as I know, no one has seen the aurora since the establishment of Kunlun sect. How did you know?"

After he finished saying this, he didn't wait for the other party's answer. The two were relatively speechless, and time passed by little. Finally, Chongguang broke away from entering the house and breathed a long breath: "I don't care whether you believe it or not. I saw it in an ancient book in Kunlun's secret collection. It seems to be a person's handbook, but incomplete. The deeds on it are absurd and incredible. When I was a child, I always regarded it as a myth.

"Note? Is there a name on it?" Mr. Ou was suspicious and couldn't wait to ask.

Heeguang shook his head: "The book is incomplete, and I don't know how many years ago the old things were. The handwriting has been blurred, and the pages have already turned yellow. I have never believed in the things recorded above. If it hadn't been for what I saw with my own eyes today, the description of the aurora would have been exactly the same as the one in the book.

Mr. Ou was silent for a long time and said, "As far as I know, only a few people in the world have seen the aurora can survive, and the author of this notebook can find the weakness of the aurora must be that someone has killed or captured this strange beast alive without knowing the details. , this person may be the author of the notebook, or may have something to do with the author. Is he your best friend of Kunlun's predecessors?

The two were puzzled and simply left this question. Mr. Ou walked behind Chongguang, pressed his palm on his back, and luck helped him adjust his breath. An inexhaustible and pure vitality flows in, making the heavy body like immersed in a hot hot spring, warm and comfortable. His wound had already scab, and the injury outside the skin was not very important. With the help of Mr. Ou, he quickly recovered most of his vitality.

The heavy light thanked Mr. Ou. Mr. Ou smiled and stood up. At this time, it was already night, and a crescent moon climbed up the branch. Since Chongguang went to sea with Mr. Ou, he has not remembered the sun and the moon. Mr. Ou is still clear: "Today is the fifth day of May again. It's Dr. Qu's death. Time flies." He said this in a tone as if recalling the past, with unspeakable loneliness in his words, and the expression when he mentioned Qu Zi seemed to be talking about a familiar old friend.

Heguang frowned and pointed to Mr. Ou's coat: "Why don't you take a bath? This filth is really unsightly." Mr. Ou laughed and said, "You can't stand this bloody atmosphere. How could you be so cruel before?" Heavy light is just a smile and can't say anything.

Mr. Ou's figure flashed away, and the next time he appeared, his whole body immediately took a new look. His method is close to the materialized magic power in the wonderful use of immortals, and he is also a little envious. Mr. Ou shook his big sleeves, and a huge whirlpool appeared in the void, followed by a copper furnace slowly, which was carved with ancient patterns, and I don't know which dynasty it was.

The copper furnace gradually landed on the ground from the air, and the whirlpool disappeared. Mr. Ou flicked his finger, and a firelight broke out of the air and fell under the copper furnace, burning into a black flame. Mr. Ou's belt is in the wind, his big sleeves are fluttering, and the flames continue to expand with his movements, and the color is constantly changing from pure black, gradually becoming colorful and dazzling.

He opened his left sleeve, and the flesh and bones of countless monsters gushed out like a tide and fell into the huge flame, making the fire more vigorous, and there was a faint light outside. Chongguang was secretly shocked when he looked aside, and then he understood why Mr. Ou wanted to hunt many fierce beasts and spirits

It's just such means of sacrificing souls, which are really too cruel. When these creatures are flexible, they are the top beings in the world. They inherit the bloodline of the ancestors of ancient mythical beasts, making them have extraordinary magical powers and strong soul knowledge. No matter their physical spirit, they are by no means comparable to ordinary beasts and human races. Now that he is hunted by Mr. Ou, his resentment is heavy. Mr. Ou also uses their flesh and blood bones as materials to refine flying swords. He is afraid that the ghosts of these creatures will not dissipate, and resentment will be attached to the refined flying swords for generations. It can be imagined that this flying sword that is about to be released is powerful, but it is also a great weapon.

Naturally, Mr. Ou would not think of this, and he didn't know what his idea was, but he ignored the many remains of monsters accumulated in his universe bag and sent them into the flames under the copper furnace, which stimulated the fire more and more vigorously. When he finally threw the aurora dead piled up in the valley into the fire, a chill rose behind the heavy light inexplicably, and he suddenly felt creepy.

He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't find a suitable reason. Mr. Ou naturally knew what he could think of for a long time. Since he insisted on refining his sword, he must have his considerations. I'm willing to be beaten, and I don't want to suffer.

Mr. Ou waited until the fire melted away with a large number of bones including the aurora. The firelight had already had a tendency to soar to the sky. His right sleeve opened and popped out a black gas, which was suddenly the six-way magic charm of the secret of the Taoist door. He recited words, recited the charm, and the black gas spread, and there was a overwhelming momentum. There were countless ghosts crying and howling in it, but it was the souls of the creatures he collected all the way. He collected into the magic urn with great magic power. At this time, he made several moves and sacrificed them into the fire and blended with the remains of these creatures.

The color of the firelight is constantly changing, which is dazzling. The black gas released by the magic charm was taken in by the fire, and the sad call was like a tsunami, which was frightening. Mr. Ou did this amazing killing all the way to sacrifice this flying sword. Such crazy behavior was unacceptable to Chongguang for a moment.

The two have come all the way. Although there are more enemies than friends, Mr. Ou has always been calm and elegant. He has only had a few gaffes and asked himself. If it were himself, he would only be more messy. However, this time after Mr. Ou got out of the customs, his personality changed greatly. The slaughter in the past few days was to refine the sword, which made the heavy light like a sharp light on his back, and gradually began to doubt Mr. Ou's origin.

The confusion in his heart is rising, but Mr. Ou has melted the results of the days of killing with fire. His magnificent body jumped high, suspended in the void, and raised his hand to play a red light, which was the Dinghai God Iron that had been refined by him before.