Chapter 625: The Turn of Life and Death (3)

Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (3)
In fact, the sound of guzheng performance contains some subtleties in the realm above the imperial realm. If Xiao Yan listens with all his heart and feels with his heart, he will benefit a lot and greatly shorten his time to realize his realm. You must know that although he has reached the peak of the imperial realm and saturated state, if the realm above the imperial realm depends only on his own hard work, I do not know how many long years it takes to understand life and experience the world It is possible to touch a trace of a hundred states.
And now, there is a strong man who fully interprets the mystery of this realm for him. What a rare opportunity? But he was regarded as music that relaxes the nerves and entertains the body and mind. I have to say that this is too regrettable.
Obviously, the remnant soul in Guzheng did not expect such a situation. After a long while, he deeply sighed and hated the iron and said to himself--
"Waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, when the old man thought he had been forgotten by the years, he finally waited for someone."
"It's not easy to meet after waiting for a long time. I thought that the journalist who can activate the soul of the old man is a person with a destiny, because of the old man, because of the rhythm, and can solve the old man's confusion. I did not expect to disappoint the old man. . "
"Huh, a fighter in the late four-star period, even dared to enter the third floor of the Heart Hall. In the eyes of the old man, it was ridiculous, either too stupid or too second, or he had a big wisdom root, so the old man tried it with a rhythm. Knowing that this boy not only touched the slightest, but took the old man's music as entertainment, it was just a stupid idiot, and it was a waste of the old man's mood. "
To the end, the tone had suddenly taken on a little anger.
The tune is still going on, as if there hasn't been much change. One song has just stopped, another song has started, and one song after another, it seems extremely happy, but Xiao Yan feels that there are some subtle changes in the tune.
When Xiao Yan frowned slightly, and gradually felt that something was wrong, but couldn't tell the truth, the eighteen strings on the guzheng vibrated faster and faster, and it became impossible to distinguish the sequence, forming a layer of misty strings. Xiao Yan only felt that the anxiety in his heart was getting stronger and thicker, and his chest was getting more and more nauseous. Suddenly, vertigo appeared in his brain.
"Well, can you resist it? This boy doesn't seem to be useless. Although he is stupid at home, his strength is still negligent. However, he can't hold on for a while." The residual soul in Guzheng was slightly surprised, but his tone was unconvinced. .
Is the cross-border voice mixed with the anger of the residual soul in Guzheng, what Xiao Yan can now bear? Sure enough, Xiao Yan was gradually unable to resist, and the corners of his mouth began to overflow with blood. Blood oozes out from every pore in the body. The more the zither sounds, the blood oozes faster, but for a moment, Xiao Yan's whole body is like soaking in a blood pool. Too ordinary.
Xiao Yan hasn't figured out what happened. First, an extra piece of guzheng was inexplicably recognized in the sea, and it was played inconceivably automatically, and then gradually changed from a sound of heaven to a soul-receiving song, and everything revealed a strange weirdness. Xiao Yan, who couldn't understand it, felt very uncomfortable. He twitched his face, gritted his teeth, and insisted on the indomitable will in his will.
Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (4)
It can be said that now the fight is will and time. If Xiao Yan can persist until the zither sound stops, the remnant soul in the guzheng may be less angry.
The tune is still proceeding happily. Xiao Yan's beautiful cheeks have been twisted and deformed. He supported the ground with both hands, and the blood spewing out of the seven holes flowed to the ground along the body, and then faced smoothly along the ground. Spreading away, the old blood was dry, and the new blood was covered again, spreading a strong smell.
While trying to mobilize the power of the soul to resist the suffering of 10,000 ants, he was thinking hard about what was going on. Xiao Yan had done his best, his consciousness had begun to blur, and his originally straight body began to slowly Tilt to the side.
Although the speed of inclining is extremely slow, it will fall after a long time, once his body falls, it is when his soul collapses.
Time is flowing fast. Xiao Yan's body has tilted more than forty-five degrees. As long as Guzheng plays another piece of music, Xiao Yan may fall to the ground.
"A four-star late period can last for so long?" The tone of the residual soul in Guzhen finally fluctuated slightly, with a slight trembling of thoughts, like a fine needle piercing soft cotton, without any obstruction, he entered the Xiao Yan Shihai among.
"It turned out to be the full soul power of the peak of the imperial realm, no wonder ..." Upon exploring, the remnant soul in Guzhen suddenly became surprised, "How could a little guy in the late four-star period have such a good one? Soul realm, is this a natural talent? "
"What level was the old man when he reached the peak of the emperor's realm?" The remnant soul in Guzheng was thinking hard.
"If you remember correctly, the old man reached it in the late six-star period. This little guy reached it in the late four-star period? This is unheard of." The remnant in Guzheng took a breath of air, and was shocked. It took a while to slowly calm down.
"However, if you are a genius, you must be a person who is meticulous and good at capturing all opportunities. How can I not understand or think about the tunes I play with my heart? What is going on?" Guzhengli Residual soul is puzzled.
Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (5)
In fact, this is the remnant soul in Guzheng. I did not expect it. Taking the voice of Guzheng as a realm demonstration is an almost unique case on the mainland of the Emperor. Where can it be so easily understood? Moreover, Xiao Yan had no idea about the realm above the realm of the emperor and had no idea what the concept was. It was easy to understand the voice of Guzheng suddenly.
"Forget it, after waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, finally came such a weird little guy, so give him a chance."
With the remnant in Guzhen talking to himself, the sound of Guzhen stopped gradually, everything immediately became light and cloudless, all the pressure suddenly disappeared, and it seemed to have never appeared. Guzhen quietly suspended above the sea, Seems waiting for something.
Feeling that he has regained control of the power of the soul and control of the knowledge of the sea, Xiao Yan ignored the joy of escape from the dead, and put all his energy into his mouth when he was about to fail. Then he fell loosely on the floor, panting heavily.
After a long time, seeing that there was no more movement in Guzheng, Xiao Yan patted his chest, whispered fortunately, sat up, and seized the time to recover the vigor and soul power that had almost been squeezed out.
After a long while, the night behind Guzheng was getting darker, and the thick clouds appeared in the sea of ​​understanding, and there were signs of mountain rain coming from the wind. Xiao Yan, who had recovered a little, used the power of his soul to condense into a guzheng staring at the sky, without knowing his intention.
"But don't play Yaxing Boss again." Xiao Yan's face became more and more gray with the dark clouds, he prayed secretly in his heart.
It is a pity that the more afraid of things in this world, the more they will come.
The gaze of the remnant soul in Guzheng looked at Xiao Yan's still confused look through the body of the zheng, and there was a contradiction between his eyes: "However, I hope that hundreds of thousands of years of confusion will be in a small place. Is there any hope for the wisdom of the young emperor? Or is it because the old man has exhausted his patience and sought medical treatment in a hurry? "
"How long is the road to fighting the emperor. Even though he is so young and powerful, it is rare to be able to reach these realms, but after all, there is not much life experience, how many people can understand, how many sad and happy separations can be seen?" Suddenly the soul laughed to the sky, some hysterically, "It's ridiculous and ridiculous. Finally, I met a person who activated my soul's imprint, so I thought contradictory. It seems that the old man is really old."
"Just let the old man get confused and give this pretty good guy a reason to convince him to accept his confusion."
"However, he can only be given another chance. If the old man is disappointed again, even if he is really a peerless genius, the old man will not mind breaking his hands."
In the sneer of the guzheng sneer, the zheng body suddenly rose up. In Xiao Yan's lookup, a small black spot faintly merged into the night clouds. The cold and rainy Xiao Suozheng sounded at high altitude and set off in the sea Thousand feet of wind and waves.
When Xiao Yan was struck by lightning, a bloodstream of "wow" sprayed on the stone pillar in front of him, arousing a mist of blood.
"Damn, there is no mischief. Listening to Guzheng can be a life-threatening song.
At this time, Xiao Yan was almost completely desperate-the Fengya played before could not bear it, let alone the voice of indifference that clearly showed the dominance.
Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (6)
After a clear whistle, Guzheng floated in midair and stopped playing, but the coercion of wantonly spread was even more frightening.
"What a terrifying coercion, a remnant soul can emit such a strong breath. What level was this Emperor Doo during his lifetime? Wouldn't it be Jiuxing?" Xiao Yan felt that the whole world was spinning, everything in front of him He was also blushed by the blood and water flowing into his eyes.
But the more powerful he felt, the more angry Xiao Yan became.
"I have been lonely for hundreds of thousands of years. You first treated me as a listener and felt bored in your chest. After that, you didn't want to be grateful. Instead, you regarded me as a target for venting grievances and venting ancient hatred."
"Although I don't know where you hate it, but what does it do to me? Does the dignified peak emperor only be angry with future generations and bully a lower-level emperor? Does it mean that the heart of the temple is like you only looking at realms Come to decide who can answer the question? "
Xiao Yan was already furious at this time, and he was going to die anyway. Even if the opponent's strength was beyond his control, he had to question a few words.
Hearing Xiao Yan dare to question himself like this, the resentment spirit that was going to give Xiao Yan a chance resurrected. With a bang, the zither trembled into the clouds again, and the wind and the clouds were blowing in the sky. Roared in an extremely husky voice--
"I know you are unwilling, but compared to my eternal grievances and eternal confusion, what is your unwillingness?"
"What's the matter? What's the matter? ..."
The voice kept echoing in the sea and the sky, with a hint of extreme taste, and faintly experiencing the unexplainable and heart-wrenching forest cold, Xiao Yan shuddered.
What kind of knot will there be willing to wait here for hundreds of thousands of years? Is it really that difficult to ask a question on the third floor of the Heart Hall? Xiao Yan began to think wildly. The more he thought about it, the more he became scared, and the more he thought about it, he regretted that he had entered the third floor recklessly.
If Xiao Yan heard the conversation between Zhen Ni and the patriarch of the Yao clan at this time, she knew that the third floor of the Temple of Mind was only costly if it failed, and the difficulty of the problem was not necessarily greater than the second floor. In the end, it's hard to judge whether it's easy or not-I'm sure I will be more confident.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yan didn't know this. He encountered this situation when he entered the third floor, leaving a thick shadow in his heart.
At the moment, there is no retreat. In the face of this remnant soul who has no higher order than himself, he can only take a bet and see if he can get a response from Guzheng. Xiao Yan thinks this is the only opportunity. He held back his crazed brain pain and looked up and asked, "Dare to ask the seniors why they have complained and confused so far?"
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