Chapter 77: Start of chaos 1

"Night Prince is really good art, Xuanyuan Che also comes together." The cold voice sounded, Xuanyuan Che has been set in front of a row of bells and drums.
The chilling sound of the sound throughout the hall, the people who were quiet in the sound of the solitary night whistle, suddenly woke up.
I heard this in my ears, and I didn’t doubt that I had already had someone else’s way. I suddenly shouted loudly, the North and South Shuangwang, and only the Wings of the world could compete with the proud Prince.
This time, they have to open their eyes.
In the good voice, Xuanyuan Che held a small golden drum stick in one hand, holding a drum hammer in one hand, and knocked on the Jin Ding and the leather drum in front of him.
The crisp golden sound, clear and gorgeous, heavy drum sound, solemn and majestic, two and two, two very different music, actually wonderfully merged together, like a tiger screaming dragon.
"Good." Tianchen Emperor Xuanyuan suddenly praised, and the sound of the bottom sounded into a piece.
As soon as the expert reaches out, he knows if there is any, Xuanyuan has two sounds, and immediately presses the flute of the solitary night. The hall is no longer clear and beautiful, but a cloud of high clouds, swallowing thousands.
Solitary night did not look back at Xuanyuan Che, but the indifferent eyes moved slightly, the temperament of the hand changed, and the flute suddenly rose up. It was like an eagle flying for nine days, straight to the Qingyun, not in the world, but in the same sky.
The flute is clear and the drums are heavy. In an instant, two blue dragons rise up and circling in the hall. You come and go, it is difficult to distinguish.
Xuanyuan, who is tall and high, is full of smug smiles. They don’t lose their pride in the sky. This Xuanyuan Che gives him a long face and a long face for Tianchen.
The group of ministers below also smiled and smiled, and the old face was excited and flushed.
Sitting on a sandalwood chair, looking at the back of the chair and watching the swaying Xuanyuan Che, the big eyes smiled and curved, her Xuanyuan is really awesome.
The flute is melodious and the golden drums are thick.
Gradually, I don’t know who opened the head or the hand that came out together, and the internal force of the silk infiltrated into the tone.
The sound of the flute is getting higher and higher, and the golden drum is getting more and more curtains.
The murderous gas penetrated into the tone.
The solitary night that had been sitting stood up, and there was no wind in the hall, but the red robes were flying and flying.