How can it be?
Tianyu's eyes were full of horror, and he looked into the depths of Fengqi Tower, as if he was seeing a ghost.
The performance of the other true disciples from the Miaoyin Immortal Sect was not much better at this time. Their faces showed horror and doubts about life.
That bell just sounded.
It wasn't some peerless master who used magic power to forcefully suppress them.
Instead, there are mysterious music monks who contain the endless mystery of music in the simplest sound of a bell.
Use your voice to break your voice and crush them in the field they are best at.
But.
You must know that each of the thirteen of them is a true disciple of the Miaoyin Immortal Sect. If you take them individually, they can be regarded as masters of music.
For this challenge to Feiyin.
They have been training for half a year and have already formed a tacit understanding, but even so, they have never been able to condense their sound during their daily training.
Now in the official battle of sound PK with Feiyin, the thirteen people's energy and spirit are highly condensed and tense, and they are in excellent condition. It is almost like a great fortune to condense the world of sound.
Now that the sound realm is complete, even if there are many Yuanying stage venerables or even great masters in the out-of-body stage, it will be difficult to suppress them by music alone.
I thought I was sure of victory.
Unexpectedly, there is an expert hidden in Fengqi Tower, who can directly crush their soundscape with such a simple and back-to-nature sound of a bell.
"hateful!"
"Didn't you say that there is no master of sound and pulse in Fengqi Tower today?"
"The information given to us by the sect is wrong. There are still experts in Fengqi Tower. This time we hit an iron plate."
"How can the Sanqing Immortal Sect be so shameless when the big one bullies the small ones?"
…
The thirteen people looked at each other in disbelief, secretly transmitting their spiritual thoughts, and cursed angrily.
but.
On the surface, he had a sad look on his face. He looked pitiful, and I felt pity for him. Many people in Fengqi Tower couldn't help but sympathize with him.
"Is there still an expert in charge of Fengqi Tower?"
"It was agreed that Miss Tianyu would challenge Miss Feiyin, why did the Sanqing Immortal Sect invite other people to help?"
"Isn't this disrespectful of ethics?"
"Haha, you really know how to speak fair. Tianyu asked twelve senior sisters to accompany him, but Miss Feiyin can't ask for help?"
"That's right, thirteen people are fighting against one person, why don't you let them find helpers?"
…
In Fengqi Tower.
Because of the sudden sound of the bell, many people started talking again.
but.
Their discussion did not last long, because the bell rang, and after a brief silence, the long sound of the piano came out.
If we say that the melody of "Qingyun Piaomiao Song" is pure; the melody of "Ruyi Fusheng Song" is joyful; the melody of "Ambush from Flying Daggers" is rapid and tense.
So.
At this time, the melody of the piano sound coming from the depths of Fengqi Tower is the bliss of freedom.
As the piano sounds.
Scenes of extremely magnificent scenes appeared out of thin air in front of everyone in Fengqi Tower.
It is a fairyland.
There are many peaks, more than ten thousand feet high, reaching into the sky.
Flowing clouds swim halfway up the mountain, just like the vast sea, and the peaks floating in the clouds are like islands in the sea.
Above the peaks.
There are cranes flying between the clouds, rare fairy beasts pulling white jade carriages galloping, sword fairies flying with their swords flying like shooting stars, and fairies Chaoyue standing in the wind.
Under the thousand-year-old pine tree, there is an octogenarian sitting cross-legged, making tea and playing chess.
Beside the fragrant flowers, a couple of gods and goddesses walked hand in hand. On the left and right sides, a pair of golden boys and girls were holding hands.
Purple valley.
Thunder bursts, evolved into various forms such as Qilin, Canglong, Baize, etc., dancing freely on the top of the clouds.
The young man sat cross-legged, with his five hearts pointing toward the sky, comprehending the supreme meaning of Thunder Law.
beside.
The Baihua soup sent by junior sister exudes an intoxicating fragrance.
Old, young, women and children all enjoy themselves.
It's like a scene of a paradise fairyland, which makes people fascinated and can't help but feel intoxicated.
…
It’s the soundscape!
It's the soundscape again, and the condensed soundscape this time is ten times or a hundred times greater than the previous one!
It is simply majestic, spectacular, and overwhelming.
Above the attic.
Qin Guangling listened to the music coming from the depths of Fengqi Tower, with a look of horror on his face that could not be concealed.
"The Immortal Song of Overcoming Tribulation"!
As the chief disciple of Yinmai, he can naturally recognize what this piece of music is. This is the unique skill of Yinmai - the immortal song of transcending tribulation!
This song was composed more than 800 years ago. It is said that it contains the supreme secret of music. After practicing it to the extreme, it can annihilate the immortals.
pity.
Just like the unique skills of other branches of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, it often takes many years to wait for a successor, so it is often difficult to find a suitable successor for the many unique skills of the Yin pulse.
For example, before Qin Guangling, no new disciples had successfully comprehended "Qingyun Piaomiao Song" for decades.
"Ambush from Flying Daggers", only one or two people among the same generation have mastered it.
but.
Compared with "The Immortal Song of Overcoming Tribulation", both "Qingyun Piaomiao Song" and "Ambush from Flying Daggers" pale into insignificance.
This unique skill.
It was born in the battle when hundreds of thousands of demons attacked the Sanqing Immortal Sect. It was created by the Supreme Elder Yinmai. It once destroyed thousands of evil demons with the power of a song.
However, the Earth Immortal-level ancestor also exhausted his origins.
After hastily leaving the music score to pass on, he ran out of energy and passed away.
In the next eight hundred years, countless geniuses from Yinmai have comprehended this "Immortal Song of Transcending Tribulation", but no one has mastered it and cannot even get started.
The famous song that was once hailed as the 'Funeral Song of the Demon Clan' by the immortal cultivator has now become a dead ringer.
honestly.
Qin Guangling once did not believe in evil and understood this inheritance. However, the ideal was very full and the reality was very skinny, and he could not even comprehend it.
now.
This unique art of sound that should have been lost suddenly appeared in Fengqi Tower, and even used it to condense the sound realm, as if it had reached the state of great achievement.
If word spreads, I'm afraid the entire sound pulse will cause a big earthquake!
"No way."
"Is it really the reclusive senior of our sect who has come forward to help me?"
"If there is a senior in our sect who has mastered the tribulation-transmitting immortal song, given time, my music will be revived. I am very happy and congratulated!"
"do not care."
"Such a sound of nature only exists in the sky. It is rare to hear it in the human world. Let's talk about all the messy things after listening to the sound of the piano."
Put away all distracting thoughts.
Qin Guangling began to immerse himself in the music and feel the mystery contained in its music. Being able to listen to such music was of great benefit to him.
If you're lucky, you might be able to resonate with it and make your voice more perfect.
…
The sound of the piano in Fengqi Tower gradually changed from carefree and melodious to high-pitched.
The majestic soundscape also changed slightly. A man in white clothes like snow appeared in the soundscape.
He was carrying a long sword and standing in the air.
Standing on the top of the Nine Heavens, facing the billowing clouds of calamity, there was no trace of fear on his face, but only eagerness to try and a raging fighting spirit.
Long~
Rumble~
The sound of the piano subsided, and the low drum beat sounded, accompanied by the rolling clouds of calamity, which brought unparalleled oppression.
at this time.
The real immortal song of transcending tribulation has just begun.
(End of chapter)
