"I have my own sense of propriety." Xiang Qingcheng naturally knew that these words were directed at her, and replied coldly to Gu Gui, but the sword intent around his body did not show any signs of weakening.
"You know best." Gugui said with a smile, not angry because of Xiang Qingcheng's attitude.
"This soul-shaking demonic sound is divided into three waves. Each wave has a peak. You must seize the time to recover after each peak. You must not be stubborn for a moment and waste precious breathing time. Judging from the current situation, this time The demonic sound that shakes the soul is by no means simple. It is stronger than anything we old monsters have ever experienced. If you try to show off your strength, you will end up doing a small thing for yourself and a big thing for us." Gugui did not care about Xiang Qingcheng. You Yue Mojuan replied angrily.
"Thanks for the reminder." Lu Xiaotian smiled calmly, "Since we are working together to get the treasure, there are some things we need to pay attention to. Several of them have more experience than us. To put it bluntly, it saves us from missing a few."
"There are not many things to pay attention to. Fighting with this soul-shaking demonic sound is no different from ordinary fighting. Just pay attention to your own discretion and leave some room. If you still need someone to teach you this, you will die here. You can't blame others." The twelfth-level demon vulture smiled, flapped its wings, and pounced forward first.
The Gugui, the Golden Armored Corpse King, the Youyue Demon Canthus, and even the Snow Giant Demon Ape each swept forward a large distance. As these people flew some distance away, the expressions of Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng changed slightly. Although they were behind, they felt the pressure increase sharply.
"Be consistent with these people, this soul-shaking demonic sound does not just choose the people in front to attack." Lu Xiaotian's face darkened and he said to Xiang Qingcheng.
Xiang Qingcheng nodded, and it could be seen that these treacherous guys didn't have any good intentions, and wanted to watch the two of them having fun. There may even be evil intentions, but the two of them were new to each other, and several of the Golden Armored Corpse King's men stayed in the area hundreds of miles away and did not come close. They were the Yin-Yang Lame Monster, who used to be the Youyue Demon Canthus. The Demon Servant has never been so close to the Falling Demon Pond. , there is naturally no way to talk about the experience of how to resist the soul-shaking demonic sound. Look at Gu Gui, the Golden Armored Corpse King and these guys, even if they make noises, they may not really be reminding the two of them.
Sure enough, when they were close to the Golden Armored Corpse King and his entourage, the pressure on Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng was slightly relieved. However, this relief only lasted for a moment. Suddenly, a huge black smoke rose from the mirror-like Demonic Pond. In the smoke, there seemed to be countless monsters tumbling, either green or scarlet. His eyes stared fiercely outside.
Amidst the countless vicious eyes and demon lord-like cries, circles of sound waves began to vibrate in all directions, one wave after another.
Lu Xiaotian looked at the dark clouds that were gradually rising above the Falling Demon Pond. In the blink of an eye, they had covered the Falling Demon Pond for nearly dozens of miles. The rolling, thick and substantial demonic energy made Lu Xiaotian's pupils shrink. Looking at the rolling demonic cloud, Lu Xiaotian felt as if he had become more familiar with it. This reminded him of the ghost cave he encountered in the passage from the Sky Realm to the Moon Cultivation Realm. The eve of the ghost cave's eruption was very similar to the Devil's Pond in front of him.
"Could it be that there is a demon cave under the Devil's Pond? A sealed entrance and exit for the demon clan?" Such doubts unconsciously arose in Lu Xiaotian's heart.
The current environment did not give Lu Xiaotian much time to speculate on these various hypotheses. Killing, lust, blood-eating, mania, all kinds of negative emotions hit like a mountain and a tsunami. It seems like it wants to overwhelm people's sea of consciousness in an instant.
Even Lu Xiaotian, under the impact of this mocking demonic sound, suddenly felt a burst of aura disorder, and his consciousness was affected by various influx of emotions.
Even Lu Xiaotian's main soul suddenly felt a little unable to withstand the impact of the magic sound. Lu Xiaotian quickly mobilized other deputy souls to suppress these extremely powerful magic sound attacks.
Then look at Xiang Qingcheng, the Golden Armored Corpse King, and Gu Gui, the big demons. It was not easy to find these guys. They looked solemn and seemed to take a breath. Obviously, these guys were very powerful. After practicing to the twelfth level, their souls were extremely powerful. They had also recovered from the fierce impact of the soul-dwelling demonic sound just now. He came to his senses and began to eliminate the adverse effects caused by it entering the body one by one.
On the other hand, although Xiang Qingcheng was driving his sword intent and trying his best to fight against this demonic sound, his sword intent was scattered around his body. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that it was not easy. Although Xiang Qingcheng has reached the peak of the middle stage of Yuanying, and is already a strong man who has stepped into the late stage of Yuanying, but this layer of shackles has not been broken after all, and the huge gap between the middle stage of Yuanying and the late stage cannot be crossed so easily. Even if Xiang Qingcheng's martial arts skills are excellent, the combat power he can unleash in a short period of time is not much worse than that of an ordinary great monk. But the great monk is powerful in all aspects. Yuanshen, the degree of solidification of mana, the recovery speed of mana, and once one's own strength becomes stronger, the cultivation and use of psychic magic weapons can reach a new height. Even Lu Xiaotian, with the help of various means, can compete with ordinary great monks, but when it comes to his foundation, he is far not as strong as his opponent.
The most fundamental reason why Lu Xiaotian can superimpose and use these methods is that he has practiced the Mysterious Technique of Splitting. The strength of the soul is not much inferior to that of a great monk. Otherwise, if he has no means, he will be nothing more than a wild bull. Against a great monk It is tantamount to courting death.
The Xiang Qingcheng in front of him had never practiced such a mysterious and dangerous technique as the Mysterious Splitting Technique. After all, his soul was a bit inferior. Gugui, Yaojiu, Lu Xiaotian and others reacted one after another. However, Xiang Qingcheng's breathing was a little heavy, affected by the various negative emotions in the magic sound. At least it will take some time to react.
Gugui and Yaojiu looked at Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng with gloating eyes, their eyes wandering, and they didn't know what their specific intentions were.
Youyue Mozhen even said coldly, "If you don't have enough strength, you will stay behind. If you have to show off your strength to break into the Falling Demon Pond, you can't stand it now. We will see how you survive later. Don't suffer because of your lack of spiritual consciousness." Because of the lustful influence of this demonic sound, he did something indecent in public and let a few of us watch the erotic palace."
"It's over here, you'd better find a way to get another body. I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time." Lu Xiaotian glanced at Youyue Demon Canth, then at Xiang Qingcheng, and there was no He immediately chose to help. The soul-shaking demonic sound emitted by the Falling Demon Pond in front of him had just begun. Even if he wanted to help Xiang Qingcheng, he had to find out how strong the opponent's soul was so that he could take action in time. She still has to get through this current situation on her own. If you can't bear it now, there will be no need to continue to force your way into the Devil's Pond later.
