At this time, Su Su glanced at Zhong Xia lightly and said softly: "That's because my sister doesn't like these boring methods."
Zhong Xia frowned, pursed her lips and said, "That's right, I just don't like it."
Yan Ranche, who had been sitting aside with his eyes closed, still had a calm expression on his face, as if the words of the people around him had nothing to do with him. On the other hand, the same was true for Yu Zun and Dugu Yinche.
In this way, after a long time, it was gradually tilting to the west, but there was still a faint jade light flashing in the Xuantian. At this moment, Yu Zun, who was staring at it, moved. It was not that he moved, but that something appeared above his head. The guqin.
This guqin appeared once when Qin Shuang died. At that time, the martial arts practitioners who were walking in Lingmao Mountain were amazed by the magical butterfly that the guqin transformed into.
Now, the guqin appeared again, and as soon as the strings moved, it played a Sanskrit sound, which resonated with the chanting sound that appeared in Yu Zunhan's sea.
As the sound of the piano sounded, Dugu Yinche actually took out a bamboo flute and started playing it leisurely. At the same time, Su Su, who was standing next to Zhong Xia, also joined in. Feng Xian frowned. He didn't catch a word of jade, but at this moment, a flute music came from behind him, played by Yan Ranche, who had his eyes closed.
Everyone looked at the people around them who were playing bamboo flutes, silver flutes, or pipa and guzheng in confusion. Someone said: "When I came here, I heard people say that I wanted to unlock the secrets in the Taoist wall of Lingmeng Mountain. , you need to be able to play some musical instruments, and it seems like that should be the case at the moment.”
But just as everyone was talking about it, there were a few discordant flute sounds, which immediately broke the mysterious atmosphere.
The person playing the flute also closed his eyes tightly, but his face gradually showed a trace of fear and madness. What was even more strange was that as the faint sound of the flute played, everyone felt a trace of trance in their hearts. The people closest to the flute actually waved their swords and slashed at the people around them. They seemed to have been deprived of their consciousness, and their souls seemed to have died long ago in their empty eyes.
At this time, another three or five people played a strange tune. In the huge square, more than a hundred people had died at the hands of their companions or people around them because of the strange music. The sound became more and more urgent and intense. It became more and more erratic, and from time to time someone would raise the sharp blade in his hand crazily and chop at the people around him.
What's even more terrifying is that after killing his companions or friends, the crazy blade holder will frantically chop them into pieces of meat. The blade will flash with light, blood will fill the sky, and there will be painful wails. With unconscious roars one after another, the top of Lingmao Mountain seemed to be a kind of purgatory on earth.
But the irony is that the clusters of jade light that flickered from time to time on the abyss that day were so beautiful and pure, like a banished immortal descended from the earth, untainted by the fireworks of the world.
Zhong Xia frowned and stared at the murderer who was slashing at her with a knife. There was no fear on her face, but she seemed to be hesitating about something.
But at this moment, none of them were able to protect him. Yan Ranche, Yu Zun and Dugu Yinche had already fallen into trance. They seemed to be filled with an aura. Once the vicious man entered their aura, he would become mentally exhausted and die. .
Feng Xian and Liu Yuran were desperately resisting the attacks. Zhong Xia was still hesitating, but the blade had already fallen. At this moment, Feng Xian risked being chopped and shouted: " Do you want your life?" Then he slashed the murderer's neck with a knife, and when Feng Xian drew his knife out of the battle just now, he was struck in the back by someone.
Zhong Xia looked at the bone-deep knife wounds on Feng Xian's back and muttered: "Brother Feng, are you okay?" There was a hint of crying in her voice because she was too worried.
Feng Xian steeled himself and said, "When have you ever seen your brother Feng in trouble?" He laughed loudly and cut off the head of the person who sneaked up on him with a backhand knife.
He wiped the blood spattered on his face, a stern smile always hanging on his thin face, and a pair of stern eyes, like a ghost, full of blood and murderous intent.
Zhong Xia looked at Feng Xian blankly, and her heart felt a little warmer than before.
"Sister..." A murderer was about to attack Liu Yuran from behind with a knife. Zhong Xia shouted, and then the murderer floated into the sky like a piece of paper, and then With a painful muffled sound, he fell into the cliff.
This scene was only seen by a few people. They all looked at the sky in disbelief and murmured: "How did that person just happen to be born? How did he float into the clouds so hard? And looking at the technique, it was obvious that It was not his will”
At this time, Zhong Xia's face gradually gained a hint of happiness, "Humph, I want you to bully my sister again."
Liu Yuran also looked at Zhong Xia blankly, thinking in her heart: "Did Zhong Xia take action just now?", but she didn't see any moves from her. This incident was too weird. She shook her head and thought: " Is it still a spell cast by those ghosts?"
She raised the sword in her hand with some confusion, and knocked away another murderer.
At this time, the music played by Yu Zun and others gradually became louder and more exciting. The music was like a waterfall, falling from the top of Lingmeng Mountain to the bottom of the cliff, and then emitted a roar that shook the mountains and rivers.
And along with this high-pitched tune, the bodies of several people actually emitted rays of golden light. The golden light, like wisps of holy light, soothed those vicious people who killed each other because of the evil law. Gradually there was a hint of clarity in his eyes, as if he was about to wake up from a dream.
And just when those who were awake took a long breath, several discordant melodies sounded again. If the previous melodies were unintentionally produced due to obsession, then these melodies were obviously intentional.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Lingmao Mountain was originally a holy land of the demon sect. Due to the steep terrain of Lingmao Mountain and the gathering of the essence of the sun and moon, the evil demons used it as a gathering point to launch a counterattack against the righteous path. Among the fierce demons, there is a demon named Lingmao, whose strength can be said to be unparalleled in the five realms. Even those who are at the peak of the righteous path can't do anything to him if they join forces.
Therefore, the evil demons regarded Lingmai as their revered demon, and the twelve demons worshiped as sisters among the twelve demons on Lingmao Mountain. In commemoration of Lingmai's name, they named this mountain Lingmao Mountain.
Later, Zhengdao gave birth to a mortal named Xinghai. In just over thirty years, this person defeated all the masters in the Eastern Wasteland. In the next twenty years, he traveled to Zhongzhou, Beiyu, and Xixi. In Mo and Nanze, more than a thousand battles were fought without any defeat. Then this man ordered all the heroes in the world to declare war with Lingmao. Ironically, the evil demons started an uprising in Lingmao Mountain and were also defeated in Lingmao Mountain.
Xinghai and Lingmai fought for three days and three nights at the top of Lingmai. Just when Xinghai thought he was about to be defeated, a spirit beast appeared in the sky. The beast's fierce breath burned the eyes of Lingmai, and Xinghai While the spirit nightmare is blind, defeat it.
But Ling Yan is an extraordinary fetus. Although Xing Hai cut off his head, Ling Yan's spiritual consciousness will never be destroyed for thousands of years. Under a huge monument, the monument later became the Xuanyu Square under everyone's feet.
In that shocking battle, countless Holy Spirits were buried here. Then the Holy Spirit gave birth to souls and endowed the giant monument with divinity. It was opened once every thousand years, and then there would be the Holy Spirit on the monument. Of course, there are so many secrets in this tablet? But it's not that simple.
Someone once said: "There is a shocking secret inside the wall of Guandao. For hundreds of thousands of years, no one can break it. The proud men of heaven can glimpse it. The emperors of thousands of years can look at its appearance. Only those who are pregnant with the heavenly veins can People can enter it.”
The successive evil laws also confirmed that within the wall of Guandao, there are not only the ways of saints, but also the ways of evil demons. The evil laws just now were caused by the enlightened person who went crazy and became possessed. Although there are evil laws, there are people who are realizing the evil ways and have already begun to achieve some success.
Yu Zun closed his eyes tightly. An hour ago, when the guqin above his head played the first melody, he entered a strange world. If a few people who were also enlightened knew that he could enter the realm of imagination so easily, he would be calm. Hui was so jealous that even Dugu Yinche only entered the realm of imagination after playing the bamboo flute for half an hour.
Light clouds and mist obscured the gaze. In the sheltered bamboo forest, a chanting spring flows quietly. The sound of the spring water is like round pearls pouring on a jade plate.
The chirping of birds calls for green, and when the wind blows, the clouds disperse, and a beautiful woman sits in front of a jade harp. The woman is wearing a wisp of tulle, and her slim figure is looming in the wisp of tulle. When the wind blows, the tulle becomes one. Like curling clouds, they trembled in the wind. When the wind was calm, the tulle fell quietly again, like a green leaf that had drunk all the spring water, floating rustling in the wind.
The woman gently strummed the guqin in her hand. The lively sound of the qin sounded in the quiet bamboo forest, as if she was about to take a nap. The lingering sound lingered for a long time. At this moment, Yu Zun, Yan Ranche, Dugu Yinche and Su Sujin all appeared. In this spring mountain shaded by bamboo forests.
The woman didn't seem to notice the appearance of several people, she still lowered her eyebrows, and flicked her fingers. Not long after, several more people appeared next to Yu Zun and others, but they were the three faces that had appeared on the mountainside. Woman in black veil.
Then, more than ten people appeared one after another, including Xu Ru'er, who had a bell wrapped around her feet. Next to Xu Ru'er, stood a rather domineering young woman with a pretty face. The look on his face made people sigh.
Behind the woman were an old man and a young man. The young man was quite unruly, with a wild look in his eyes, like an unsheathed sword. The old man was quite elegant and moderate, with a faint smile on his face all the time. .
At this time, the woman frowned and said, "Do you want me to wait here and listen to her play at will, wasting time?"
At this time, someone among the crowd sneered and said: "Since it is a cricket, don't make fun of everyone with the stupidity of shaking a tree."
"Who is it? Can you stand up and speak?" The young man behind the woman put his hand on the scabbard and said with an unhappy expression.
At this time, there was another sneer, and the man said: "If I stand up, you will lose your life! Are you serious?"
The trembling sound was like a dead leaf floating in the wind, gently falling into the water, Zhi! A sound clung to the surface of the water, and that sound also brought a hint of bone-chilling chill to the man's heart.
The man couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and said: "Stand up if you have the guts." The woman in front of him had even more anger in her eyes. At this time, the voice came again: "Are you serious?"
At this time, the more experienced middle-aged man among the three people grabbed the two people beside him and said: "Senior, these juniors are ignorant. I hope seniors don't have the same experience as them."
"Oh? If I haven't misjudged you, are you the Feng Wan who lives in the North Imperial Kingdom but kills people in cold blood?"
"I am loved by my seniors, but the rumors are false. How could Feng Huan be a cold-blooded murderer?" Feng Huan said calmly, with a calm face.
Yu Zun's heart trembled, "Feng Wan, what a Feng Wan, I said that I felt familiar at first sight when I saw him. It turns out that he is the initiator of killing Yan." Yu Zun's face gradually showed a hint of murderous intent.
At this time, someone else said that the person's words were quite cold. After hearing her finish the whole sentence, her heart seemed to be filled with thick frost. She said: "I have heard the name of Prime Minister Feng for a long time. Who among the three Prime Minister Feng will die today?" I’ll keep my eyes open later and appreciate it.”
At this time, the arrogant and pale-faced woman could no longer hold back the anger in her heart and said, "If you don't see what a piece of shit you are and dare to insult Prime Minister Feng, I think you are going to die."
The man sneered and slowly walked out from the crowd, but it was a cold and beautiful woman wrapped in black brocade. The woman's face was dotted with a pair of icy cold eyes, and the cold eyes were filled with cold eyes from time to time. The flashing clusters of light were as dazzling as stars.
