"A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend at the end of the world? Senior Zhong, others don't know it, but you will always know something. This song is called [Transcending Tribulation]. As a monk, I will rush towards the sky sooner or later." What you have to go through is that as long as you are contaminated with the power of the great calamity, you will not be able to hide it in this life, and it is useless for you to hide it. The higher your cultivation level, the less room you will have in the end."
Mo Qing's voice sounded faintly, and at this moment, it sounded like a judge urging him to die.
"Overcoming the tribulation?!"
The old man of the Zhong family was completely stunned.
Of course he had heard of this piece of music and knew it was powerful, but he never felt that it posed any threat to him.
Ordinary people, as long as they are in their right mind, would deliberately play such a piece of music?
This is an act that damages oneself by one thousand and injures the enemy by eight hundred.
However, there are people playing right now, and those young people don't care at all.
"Overcoming the tribulation? What the hell? Who are you trying to scare? If you have the ability, take action. Come over here and see who is kneeling in front of whom!" Zhong Haotian looked fearless and didn't even realize that this was no longer him. 's home field.
In the great abyss, there is a secret cave space that isolates everything outside.
The strange beast that deliberately crawled out from the deep darkness hesitated for a moment, and all the auras in the induction disappeared, replaced by a vague and dangerous aura.
Don't let it get close easily.
In the end, he lurked silently.
Stay away from here.
"Shut up!"
The old man of the Zhong family unceremoniously gave the unscrupulous descendant a big butt bag and slapped him loudly.
And reprimanded:
"My generation of monks rose up against the sky and were destined to suffer disasters. The legendary three disasters and nine disasters, the five declines of heaven and man, and the nine-nine great disasters are all likely to reappear in this era!"
"Uh, but..."
"But what the hell! This music clearly contains the power of great calamity. This thunder has already acted on me. If I resist even a little bit, it will lead to even greater calamity!"
"Ah? Then, what should we do now?" Zhong Haotian asked blankly.
If the ancestor cannot take action and loses his fighting power, the three melons and dates around him may not be the opponent of those people.
"What should I do? I can only hope that the other party's piano score is not complete, his skills are not deep, and his piano skills are not perfect, so it will be difficult for him to exert the true power of this piece of music!"
The old man of the Zhong family chattered his teeth as he spoke, and from time to time lightning flashed across his body, sizzling and flashing, making his whole person look extremely brilliant.
However, there was a fierce expression on his face.
"When I survive this calamity, I will kill the kid who plays the piano with my own hands! And the kid with the axe! And the guy who dares to attack with his sword, and...everyone! It's impossible Let them live well!"
"That's what the ancestor said!"
Zhong Haotian flattered him again and again.
A person cannot stand firmly if he is not ruthless.
The Zhong family is what it is today, with sparks and lightning, along with blood and killing.
clank!
"hiss!"
Mo Qing suddenly trembled, and electric flowers jumped up from his body.
In this cavernous space, the Divine Song of Tribulation is played again and again. Even the fragments are all engraved. Maybe you don’t need to play the piano in the future. As long as you stay here, you can hear the music from time to time.
The power of catastrophe is already quietly brewing.
"We are already in a catastrophe. Sooner or later, there will be such a day. If we are destined to get through it, our cultivation will be more prosperous, and we will reach a higher level. Maybe we can open up another brand new world!"
"If you can't get across, you're going to die, right?"
"No one can run away..." Mo Qing gestured, including all the people standing and sitting around him.
"I'm sorry, everyone, this happened all because of me. If it weren't for me..." Yun Rou said apologetically, with a sad look on her face.
"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. If it weren't for you, we would still be struggling in the ancient battlefield. If we can't find a way out, we might all die in it!"
"I have to say that Yunhaizong really played a big game!"
"There are enough people to offend! I will bear this grudge and throw them all into the ancient battlefield sooner or later!"
"In Maple Leaf City, we are the only ones with the top combat power. If we are really trapped and unable to get out this time, we will only have a large formation to protect us. I don't know how long we can last."
"When we go back this time, let's not show our faces for the time being, and just stay invisible for a while!" Qianxing said.
"Well, I plan to retreat, practice hard, improve my cultivation, become more capable, and then come back to fight against the heroes of the world!" Mo Qing said.
"Haha! I have this intention as well. When the time comes, everyone present will be my opponent!" Xuanyuan said with a smile.
The faint sound of the piano finally stopped.
There was silence in the cave.
All the people in the Zhong family gathered around the white-haired old man, protecting him and waiting for him to complete his breath adjustment.
Zhong Haotian held a fairy sword in good condition in his hand and stood in front of it seriously, facing the direction where danger might appear.
"Can I play again?"
Mo Biao asked.
"hiss!"
Everyone shook their bodies and returned to their previous state.
Everyone thought this wave had passed.
Whether it is a catastrophe or a thunderous punishment, at least we have to wait until later to truly face it.
However, after hearing what Mo Qing said, everything changed.
"ah?"
Yunrou hesitated for a while.
"Want to play again?"
The others looked surprised.
"Let's play it for a while longer. When planning a military attack, try not to move as much as possible. If your swords are facing each other, there will inevitably be casualties. It's safer to play the piano." Mo Qing said.
"Are you talking human language?" Lin Jingsi couldn't help complaining.
He has been electrocuted into an afro, just like his uncle Carl.
Of course, others are no better.
When Lu Zhiyuan opened his mouth, smoke immediately erupted.
Although the old man of the Zhong family has a higher level of cultivation and faces a higher risk factor, he can't stand these people getting closer!
Even Yunrou, the player, had the veil flying off her face and part of her hair standing on end.
There are also a few burn marks on the fingertips that no one noticed.
The strings were a little hot to the touch.
"I'm afraid this won't work. I can't play anymore for the time being. I need to recover for a while. Although you used the spirit gathering array to help me before, I recovered quickly, but I can't play anymore..." Yun Rou said. Strive with reason.
"That,"
Mo Qing stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on the opponent's shoulder with some impoliteness. A stream of extremely pure spiritual power was continuously sent over.
"How about this?"
"Well……"
Yunrou was stunned.
She even forgot her instinctive dodge movements and let Mo Qing hold her shoulders, feeling the spiritual power flowing into her body like a river.
Click click click.
Yunrou's body made bursts of sounds, as if an invisible shackles were being opened.
The rivers flowed, breaking down her original dams.
In comparison, the spiritual power she has accumulated so far in her practice is nothing more than a slowly flowing stream.
Although occasionally you can hear the sound of flowing water, like a clear spring.
However, in front of this rushing river, it is too small to be worth mentioning.
Yunrou immediately closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to consciously guide this flow, forming a new cycle in her body.
Destroy, repair, grow.
Then it stabilizes.
"Hmph! A young man, no more than an ant, dares to leverage the power of a great calamity! I am so angry!"
After finishing his training, the old man from the Zhong family jumped up angrily, got out of the protective shield, and headed straight for where Mo Qing and others were.
"I'm fine, I'm done."
The spiritual power in Yunrou's body completed the cycle of circulation and smoothed out her veins. She felt that her condition was countless times better than before.
At the same time, she also felt the warm hand pressing on her shoulder, which made her feel a little overwhelmed for a moment.
"Then go ahead!"
"Wait! We're not ready yet!"
"This Tribulation Divine Comedy has had a great impact on us. No one can stand it if it is repeated several times!" Xuanyuan Jian said.
"What about this?"
Mo Qing formed a seal with his hands, and a simple spirit-gathering array appeared under everyone's feet. With Mo Qing himself as the array eye and Qianxing as the secondary array eye, everyone felt that they had never felt such rich spiritual energy surging around them. For a moment, I felt like I was in a fairyland.
"What kind of spell is this?"
"Stop talking nonsense and seize the time to practice!"
"okay!"
"Ignorant child! How dare you bully me with the power of great calamity!"
Not far away, the angry shouts of the old man of the Zhong family rang out.
In this cave space, the dominant power is in the hands of Mo Qing. He can't find where everyone is for a while. Even if his strength is high, to be honest, it is not much higher. It is just that he relies on the ancestral Meng Yin, some It’s just a foundation that ordinary people don’t have.
In the era of spiritual energy recovery, his cultivation has grown rapidly and his strength has become deeper.
When meeting young people with low cultivation level, I feel more confident.
But before the spiritual energy is revived, it can only be accumulated and condensed bit by bit, which is still very hard.
"Go on." Mo Qing said calmly.
"Um."
Yun Rou responded softly. If not for everyone's strength, they might not be able to hear it.
She seems to be more shy than other ordinary women.
Zheng!
The music sounds again!
The power to overcome the tribulation is once again condensed in this space.
Wisps of thunder fell down and turned into arcs of electricity, hitting everyone in the cave equally.
Including Yunrou.
But, she can bear it.
The spiritual power in her body can keep her going for a long time.
Of course, young people who sit side by side in the spirit-gathering circle, practicing quietly, with their hair standing on end, can also survive for a while.
But……
"ah!"
The old man of the Zhong family yelled, escaped instantly, and subconsciously left the area.
However, music has no boundaries.
This sentence is equally appropriate here.
The power of the catastrophe still found him, acting on him, strongly eroding his body and mind.
Similarly, the group of people from the Zhong family were all wailing and howling, hiding in the energy shield and lying down.
"hiss!"
"This horse-riding thunder calamity is really powerful!"
"Hahaha! Practicing while bathing in the power of great calamity! We also have the demeanor of ancient monks!"
The group of people around Mo Qing endured the erosion of thunder while practicing hard, in a state of pain and happiness.
