The soft sound of silk and bamboo comes from the deep of the cave.
it is like light wind and drizzle, as well as thousands of troops and horses.
This is two opposite sounds, in the sound of silk and bamboo, perfectly integrated into one, forming a divine melody rarely heard by heaven and earth.
"What kind of music is this?"
"Ha ha, inheritance has appeared. As long as I get it, who is still my opponent?"
"What a wonderful tune. Is this what Gu Shexian left behind?"
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different people listen to the same music, but their mood is different.
Xingtian, with the highest fighting spirit, is like the God of war. His fighting spirit is so strong that Wang Yang has to retreat three steps. He can't bear it.
Even if you listen to this music, you will find that the Dao Qi is vertical and horizontal, just like the sky of torture. You are full of Dao Qi to the extreme, forming a strong Dao area.
No one dares to get close to the oppression in the Dao area, which is one meter around.
From then on, it can be seen that Dao Buzhu and Xingtian have the strongest strength. Although the other ten people are different, no matter who they are, they are absolutely not able to exert that kind of pressure.
The sound of silk and bamboo, whether it's a light wind blowing willows or a storm, can always evoke the most real martial arts feeling in my heart.
A shower of spring breeze and drizzle, Wu Xiaohong, the weakest in strength, has sat down on his knees, and the whole person is shrouded in clouds.
But Xiaohong didn't understand the true meaning of martial arts. From the music, she felt a different force. She let her own martial arts work on her own, and there was a call for promotion.
Looking at all the people, all in the music, found their own way, Wang Yang had to sigh.
"The people who shoot fairies are too high and too high. Everyone can get a song.
Maybe this is the real magic power
Wang Yang didn't get nothing. On the contrary, the golden bell in his body was ringing. However, Wang Yangzhi was trying to suppress it.
"Since we all have gains, I am relieved."
Said, Wang Yang closed his eyes, the whole person, all let go of all the repression.
A golden light flashed by and a golden bell shot out of Wang Yang's body.
The golden bell seems to be pulled by some force and shakes itself.
When
The bell rings three times in a row, shooting directly into the interior of the inheritance cave.
Wang Yang had no sense of all this. His whole body entered a mountain forest of swords.
Yes, it's Jianshan.
One by one, the height is up to 100 Zhang, and the low one is also 10 Zhang. Large and small, one by one, scattering the sword meaning of one layer after another.
Here, Wang Yang feels that his Epee is more clear than ever before. His understanding of Epee can be described as flying fast.
"Jianshan --"
Wang Yang cut out a sword, and in the void, a ten Zhang sword mountain moved with it --
Bang --
the earth, a burst of landslides, a three meter long sword mark appeared out of thin air.
Wang Yang didn't care at all, and went to Baizhang Jianshan step by step.
As long as you understand the true meaning of Jianshan, you can use the power of Jianshan for yourself.
At this moment, Wang Yang became a Taoist priest. He went to the depth of Jianshan step by step. No one knew what the end was. The size of the Jianshan mountain ranged from ten, twenty and thirty Zhang at the beginning to the last hundred and thousands of feet. Deep in the Jianshan mountain, the mist was heavy and could not be seen clearly.
No one appeared. When everyone was affected by the magic sound of silk and bamboo, a golden light came out from the deep of the inheritance cave and shrouded Wu Xiaohong.
However, inheritance has already begun. In order to protect her heirs, Gu Shexian specially left this magic silk and bamboo array. In the big array, she left her own feelings for those who broke into the inheritance cave.
Similarly, Wang Yang absolutely did not expect that the golden bell shot from his body had already deeply inherited Dongtian and found the core of inheritance.
The inheritance of Dongtian is the same as the unparalleled battlefield. In the open cave, there is nothing else but a consciousness left by fairies.
"The magic weapon of my life.
However, I didn't expect that a younger generation of the master's realm could cultivate his own magic weapon.
However, this life magic weapon is too vicious, but it has lost the true meaning of the golden bell itself. Well, I will make a good sacrifice for you. "
The fairy was shrouded in a layer of white fog. The mist was misty and could not be seen clearly. With a little white jade finger, a colorful flame enveloped the golden bell.
A stream of knowledge of music, all into the golden bell, and into a series of prohibitions, into a powerful means of attack.
If there were only three instincts in the former Golden Bell: suppression, devouring refining and refining, and the sound of the bell vibrated, then the present golden bell has become more varied in attack and defense.There are not only the sound of * *, but also the sound of dangling soul, and the voice of asking questions. What's more, it enlarges the vibration wave of bell sound more than ten times.
Until this moment, golden bell is like a magic weapon of sound wave.
"Well, this soul chasing flute has been with me for many years. I'll give it to you. I hope you can take the last step."
She took out a purple and golden flute and shot it into the golden bell.
"Go back and help your Lord through that last step."
When
The golden bell seems to have a spirit. It seems that you have understood the meaning of the fairy's words. The golden bell, which is Zhangxu high, vibrates slightly, and the ancient bell rings in the inheritance cave.
"Ha ha, I understand, I understand..."
The devil suddenly woke up from the sound of silk and bamboo and burst into a burst of laughter.
"Yes, I am the one who is destined. I have obtained the inheritance. In the future, I will be able to follow the steps of fairies and achieve the greatest magic power."
In the silk and bamboo array, Mozi understood the true meaning of martial arts to a very high level. From then on, he firmly believed that he must have a crystal to achieve the greatest magic power.
"Eh?"
All of a sudden, there were eleven people sitting on their knees.
"Hum, inheritance, since I have obtained it, you might as well all die."
In the sound of silk and bamboo, the devil has already known that Gu Shexian has transformed her legacy into the silk and bamboo array. Who can get more depends on her own understanding.
Since the devil thinks that no one can reach his understanding, he has all been passed on. Naturally, he does not want others to inherit it.
"Inheritance, already belongs to me, why do you exist again?"
Said, he went to the side of a person in front of, raised the knife in hand, then a knife cut.
This man, before, was still fighting side by side with Mozi. At this time, in order to dominate the inheritance, Mozi did not hesitate to cut it down.
Poor man, who was once a strong man in the king's list, got great benefits this time, and has a bright future in the future. As a result, because of the devil's selfish heart, he has become a ghost under the knife in the devil's hand.
"Gaga, Wang Yang, you are just a master. How can you dare to enter the inheritance cave?
You die for me
With that, the devil raised his knife and killed Wang Yang (to be continued. )