The second arena of gods and demons.
Although it was just a few words, Su Qinian could know that the challenger could know the outcome of the last fight, and perhaps the process. As for how detailed it was, he didn't know.
Even so, this young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe still chose to kill spiritually, which made him a little surprised. Could it be that this one thought he had stronger spiritual cultivation and attainments than the son of the Netherworld.
A head of ink-like black hair danced lightly, and the ghost soul stepped out from the body of the young quasi-king of the Hades tribe. It was born from the heart. Even the ghost soul had a look of fatigue on his face, and there seemed to be no trace of fatigue at all. Fighting spirit, let alone fighting spirit.
Compared to the Son of Netherworld who ended in such splendor, this one gave the powerful people of all races a very bad impression. Even the Nine-Turn Pluto King had his mouth twitching slightly, but he had a cold face and said nothing. Gray wind and snow are flying around, this is the last battle for their Hades.
The top of the sacred mountain.
The fighting spirit belonging to Su Qinian was once again separated from the condensed essence and spirit.
A faint gilded mist lingered. Compared to the Son of Netherworld, this person's will cultivation was only in the middle realm of immortality. He was only comparable to ordinary top quasi-kings. Even if he was stronger, it would be limited. However, Su Qinian did not underestimate him in the slightest. He continued to suppress his body with the will of Fengzhen, and lowered his will to a level equivalent to it.
"Aren't you going to evolve the Ancient Heavenly Dragon?" The young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe was very lazy and could not feel the tense atmosphere at all.
"It seems that you already understood this from the previous battle." Su Qinian said calmly.
"In my opinion, this is more like a kind of training for the challenger. Although it is extremely harsh, if you don't die, you will gain a lot." The young quasi-king of the Underworld said with rare solemnity.
"Indeed." Su Qinian nodded. If he could survive like this, the harvest would be beyond imagination.
"I'm going to take action."
The young quasi-king of the underworld did not change his lazy posture. He raised one hand, and the seven ink rings on his wrist collided, making a crisp metallic vibrato. They were the souls of the seven underworld snakes, connected end to end, and suddenly, a An ink-colored ring detached from his wrist, then disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already on Su Qinian's right wrist.
For a moment, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. This was a spiritual killing. All the ways did not exist and could not be provoked at all. However, this method seemed to have transcended the void and ignored time. It fell directly on him. With his His eyesight is actually unable to discern reality and reality, and he cannot see through the source of power of this method.
Su Qinian shook his fist. Even in the body of a fighting soul, his arm still roared like a tidal wave. Immortal will surged. Every ray of will surged like red gold, mercury, and divine iron juice. Thick.
Buzz!
On the wrist, the ink-colored ring whistled softly and rotated at a very fast speed. A strange rhythm suddenly filled the arena, breaking away Su Qinian's extremely strong masculine will. Su Qinian's eyebrows were also stained. Added with a layer of immortal red gold soul light, this is another spiritual killing technique. Unlike the son of the netherworld, it actually faintly resonates with his fighting spirit, making it difficult for the fighting spirit to condense its will.
Before Su Qinian could use his strength again, three ink-colored rings separated from the body of the young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe, and instantly appeared on Su Qinian's left wrist, and four ink-colored rings on his bare feet. Turning together, a grand rhythm seemed to form an unspeakable tune, making Su Qinian's fighting spirit tremble slightly, and there were signs of falling apart.
The sound of this music could not be completely cut off by the Arena of Gods and Demons. Although it had wiped out its killing power, it still caused many sacred creatures from all races to have their hearts swayed and their souls turbulent. They quickly sat down and circulated their Qi and blood. Stay true to your spirit.
"Death...prelude to death!"
Those were the Supremes of the Ghost Clan. When they heard the sound at this moment, they suddenly showed expressions of disbelief. Their eyes shook. Even though they were supremely powerful, they couldn't help but lose their composure. This was the prelude to death. Why do they still exist in the world?
Prelude to death!
As several ghost clan supremes spoke, the expressions of all the clan supremes on Muling Star changed almost at the same time, including War King Qi Tian and other human kings. The seemingly tired young man from the underworld turned out to be the prelude to death. The inheritor, but how is it possible that the death prelude was not already annihilated in the seventeenth era of modern times?
It was an era that was deeply remembered by the human race, and even by all the races in the world, because the Ghost Emperor and Hades Emperor of that generation were both proficient in music, and even cut off a section of the sacred sycamore tree and planted it in the underworld and the Hades River. In an extremely special place at the junction of the world, a unique Nether Phoenix tree in the world was finally cultivated, and a Nether Phoenix Qin was cast from it. It is recorded in ancient history that on the day the Nether Phoenix Qin was born, all the heavens Enraged and bringing down boundless calamities, the Ghost Emperor and the Pluto Emperor joined forces to compose the Underworld Phoenix Piano, attacking the will of the heavens and destroying countless calamities. What finally evolved was the original prelude to death.
Later, the emperors of the two clans searched all over the heavens, excavated the ancient and even ancient heavenly sounds, and even went deep into the sea of heavens to intercept the original sounds. Hundreds of races in the heavens and countless people who were proficient in the music path were in danger and died miserably. There were countless people under the hands of the two emperors, almost causing those who understood the path of music to disappear in the seventeenth era.
Thirty thousand years later, the emperors of the two clans, the ghosts and the underworld, played a death prelude on the underworld harp, marking the end of the era. On that day, the sound of death filled the heavens and deprived a young man of his life. The emperor did not have much longevity, but because the meaning of death was too terrifying, the sound of death penetrated all the heavens and hundreds of realms. That battle directly caused the fall of trillions of living beings in the world.
Later, several human emperors joined forces and almost failed to withstand the prelude of death. The emperors of the two clans played the Nether Phoenix Qin. Legend has it that it even triggered the power of the ancient god of death. Although the emperors of the two clans died in the end, the Nether Phoenix The harp also shattered, but the world recognized that behind that battle, there might be figures of foreign emperors. The prelude to death was too strong, and coupled with the supreme imperial weapon like the Minghuang harp, the two combined to make the emperor dim. In the end The world cannot tolerate it. At the end of the seventeenth era, a flash in the pan appears and disappears from the world forever.
For countless epochs since then, the ghosts and the underworld have been trying to imitate the Heavenly Sound of Death, or develop a high-pitched killing technique comparable to the Death Overture. There have been many stunning people who are proficient in music throughout the ages, but they have never been able to do so. Now, now , the prelude of death reappeared in the young quasi-king of the underworld, and the strong men of all races had to pay attention. Although it is not completely confirmed, the reincarnation technique of the underworld cannot do anything to the young king of locking the sky, this one The attack creates suppression. Apart from the prelude to death, it is hard to imagine that there is any great sound-killing technique in this world that possesses such great power. The meaning of death is clearly imprinted in ancient history.
"Death Overture!" War King Qitian stared at Jiuqu Pluto.
"Don't regard the sound-killing technique from the self-Ming and Ghost tribes as a prelude to death. This is the shadow of a snake. What are you afraid of?" Jiuqu Pluto's tone was indifferent, without any intention of admitting it.
Immediately, some strong men from the dark race asked the ghost tribe for confirmation, but they were denied one after another. They said that they were just similar and only had that kind of divine form. There was no real meaning and it was not a real prelude to death. In fact, the strong men from all races Even those who do not want to believe that the prelude to death that wiped out the world back then has reappeared. Not only the human race, but also all races were affected, causing great damage.
Arena of gods and demons.
Four ink-colored rings locked the limbs, turned the heavenly sound, and created a grand rhythm, which made Su Qinian's war soul tremble and give rise to the tendency of collapse. In the dark, Su Qinian seemed to see two long rivers intertwining with each other. A desolate ancient road stretches out between two long rivers. At the end of the ancient road, six forked roads are faintly visible.
The road of death, the six paths of reincarnation!
Su Qinian was in awe and tried to evoke the true form of Tianlong, but found that the fighting soul seemed to be wrapped up in the grand rhythm, and it was difficult to condense the soul thoughts, and the immortal will seemed to be vaguely lazy.
"I've given you a chance."
At this moment, the young quasi-king of the Underworld with a tired face shook his head slightly, his tone was lazy, but his attack was not merciful at all. The remaining three ink-colored rings on his wrist were also taken out at the same time, and one was wrapped around On Su Qinian's body, one was wrapped around the neck, and the other was wrapped between the eyebrows, locking the soul consciousness, where the true spirit is located.
Buzz!
The seven ink-colored rings are connected by the soul of the underworld snake, which is the companion underworld beast of the underworld tribe. At this moment, the seven ink rings resonate perfectly, and the sound of the sky is faint. A mysterious piano sound seems to sound in Su Qinian's ears, as if someone is there. He stroked the piano by his side, plucked the strings, and also plucked his fighting spirit, which turned extremely dim in an instant.
not good!
On the wild prairie, the kings of the human race changed their colors. This Tianyin soul search is too similar to what was recorded in ancient history. Seeing that the young Suotian War King's battle soul is weakening very quickly, I am afraid that it will not take three breaths to completely destroy it. Annihilated, disintegrated into nothingness. Looking at the lazy-looking young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe, that tired look seems to contain real terror.
Su Qinian stood on the spot, his fighting spirit dimmed. He was not panicked or afraid. This moment seemed to have returned to the time when the Goddess of Pregnancy established his Taoism. A clear heartbeat could be heard from his chest, reaching the ears of the young would-be king of the underworld. middle.
This is……
The young quasi-king of the underworld raised his eyebrows. How could the soul have a heartbeat? But even in the death prelude, the heartbeat was not covered up. Instead, it resounded clearly on the top of the sacred mountain, making the golden divine glow in the sky. It regained its brilliance, broke free from the meaning of death, and was no longer dim.
The next moment, a glimmer of light appeared on Su Qinian's chest, and then like a spark of fire starting a prairie fire, it swept through the entire fighting spirit in an instant.
The red gold soul body that had faded suddenly burst out with immeasurable light. Su Qinian felt an unprecedented vibration from the heart of Xuanhuang Dao. That year, he established the Taoism of the God of Pregnancy, looking for light in the darkness, surrendering his life to the will of heaven, and suppressing evil. Promote good deeds.
Especially at the center of the war soul's eyebrows, at this moment, where the true spirit resides, Su Qinian seemed to hear a vast roar of dragons. This was the roar of an ancient dragon, but it was different from the past, with an unspeakable charm and change. transmitted to his true spirit consciousness.
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