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At the moment, Chu Chen immersed in the endless battlefield, deeply infected, as if in the scene.

At this time, the war was more intense, and I was more compatible with the world. I was no longer a simple idea, but a whole person, standing in the battlefield.

"Good man, when you go to the battlefield for a walk, let go of your heart and try it."

In nothingness, a voice suddenly appears.

Chu Chen is suddenly surprised. He knows that this may have been left in advance by the master of magic sound Valley, and it will be sent out automatically. Without much thought, he draws the purple thunder sword and roars and rushes into the battlefield.

All of this is just the illusory world brought by the sound of the battle field. Even if he kills, it is only an illusion. Chu Chen does not have to worry about it. He directly joins one of them and shoots out with purple thunder sword in his hand.

"Poof..."

Immediately, a soldier was killed with a sword.

No cruelty, no intolerance, this moment, Chu Chen enjoy the pleasure of fighting.

His sword, which is direct and intuitive to the mind, is waving constantly. His sword is sharp and makes a clank sound. It forms a unique place around him. No one dares to approach within ten Zhang.

"Ooh..." Chu Chen roared up to the sky and imitated the illusory sound. He held the purple thunder sword, not killing one person in ten steps, but killing ten people in one step. Countless soldiers were lying at his feet.

In this atmosphere, Chu Chen can feel his cultivation is growing rapidly.

At the end of the day, he killed a soldier with a sword, flew over his head, seized a horse, and jumped up quickly.

The purple thunder sword was also taken away, and the spear was picked up everywhere, holding the gun in one hand, keeping the same level with the arm, and then dancing and killing in a circle.

On the top of the mountain, middle-aged people in white play the piano with both hands. The speed is faster, and the sharp sound wave is more fierce.

In his eyes, the color of surprise is more intense, which materializes the sound wave, which makes Chu Chen fall into it, to see how long he can struggle.

But unexpectedly, the half column incense passed, and Chu Chen had no response. Instead, his breath was extremely violent, as if enjoying the pleasure of killing in it.

Chu Chen killed the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon were not bright, and his clothes were covered with blood. Where he passed, there was a bright road, but he himself, alone, broke into the enemy center.

As soon as the cold eyes were swept away, the eight wastelands were attacked.

Chu Chen's eyes red, he has killed to forget himself, a belief in the mind, that is to kill.

"No, this is a sign of enchantment. The sound of the battlefield is luring me into it until I lose my mind."

Chu Chen is about to raise a gun to kill in circles. In his brain, an electric light flashed by.

When he was cold in his heart, he could not help but say that he was very dangerous. At first, he felt the momentum of the battlefield and the pleasure of killing. Now, he gradually fell into it and only cared about killing, but he violated his original intention.

"Can the magic sound be so insidious that it deliberately lures the disciples into it?" Chu Chen, who responded to this, couldn't help thinking quickly.

Now, in retrospect, everything has changed since the appearance of the previous void voice. The unreal scene is more substantial. Moreover, he intentionally guides himself to kill the enemy.

"The magic sound Valley is the place of confinement. The magic sound is also the training that torments the disciples and gives them. It is impossible for them to be possessed by demons. Is there someone who controls them secretly?" Chu Chen could not help but think coldly.

If so, who is behind it?

"Those who have such abilities should be the elders. Did I try to test me because I was too overbearing and attracted the attention of relevant elders?"

Chu Chen's head suddenly thought of many, he felt that his conjecture, is likely to be true.

However, he can't think of so much now. He has to get his mind out of this battlefield and continue to do so. It is estimated that he will be possessed.

Now trapped in the enemy, the eight wastelands are full of soldiers in armor, armed with spears and broadsword, shouting to kill the sky.

Chu Chen would hold the bloody spear in his hand and hurl it out. With a clang sound, it was inserted on the ground, and the handle of the spear trembled.

"Soul refining to the essence!" Chu Chen sits on the horse and guides the soul force out slowly. His mind becomes calm and incomparable in an instant.

Seeing the soldiers all around, they all rushed to the scene, and the whole picture suddenly became blurred.

Chu Chen only felt dizzy in his head and a strong sense of pain. He looked around him suddenly. He had already left the battlefield and his mind was returning. The sound of the battlefield's rushing and killing had disappeared.

"Just now, it was so breathtaking that I almost lost myself." Chu Chen can't help but secretly congratulation, clothes were wet by cold sweat.

With Chu Chen's separation from the battlefield, on the top of the mountain, the middle-aged man in white stopped his fingers and pressed the string slightly. In a moment, there was no tremor, and his face was startled.

"This son is really a rare talent. After I have done my work, I can still take it back at the last moment. It's not easy. This is the good disciple I'm looking for."

He waited directly here to see who the disciple was.

On the same day, one of the disciples ended his confinement and walked out of the magic sound valley. His face was tired. He was suffering from phantom sound. It was not so good."Not the one I'm looking for." The middle-aged in white just swept at will, and then directly denied it.

First, I don't feel like it. There is no special place in my body.

Secondly, seeing his face tired, we can see that he can't resist the phantom sound, not to mention.

The disciples who can enter the world of illusory sound must have something extraordinary. Middle aged people in white believe that they are not so ordinary.

Until the next day, the magic sound valley opened again, and a disciple appeared.

"Younger martial brother, how do you feel? Are you ok?" Seeing that Chu Chen came out, Lin Feng immediately said hello with a smile.

"Not bad." Chu Chen casually replied that he was about to ask if there was an elder in the magic music valley. Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly hit him. In front of him, a white robed middle-aged man quickly appeared.

Chu Chen thought he was a disciple because he was too young to be a disciple.

But his hair is gray, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes of life, so I know that he is actually a middle-aged man.

To his heart's surprise, he fell in front of his eyes in an instant. He didn't feel at all at first. How high a cultivation he was.

"It looks like an elder." Chu Chen heart a Lin.

"Elder uncle." Lin Feng is extremely respectful.

"Disciple Chu Chen met the elder." Chu Chen also said, it seems that he guessed right. This man is indeed an elder, elder Bo.

"Well." The middle-aged man in white just nodded. His eyes were always on Chu Chen. He looked up and down.

This disciple has a restrained breath. Even if he sees himself, he will not move. This shows that he has a strong heart of martial arts.

And can resist the phantom sound, and in the battlefield, the critical moment out of mind, the martial arts state of mind, must be very firm.

These two points coincide.

However, after seeing Chu Chen's accomplishments, his eyes were slightly coagulated: "Lingwu state is double?" Murmured.

He thought that he could use the magic sound as a bridge, and then he could enter the world of sound waves. He could also achieve five levels or more of Lingwu realm.

He must be an inner disciple. As for the outer disciple, he didn't believe it. Except for Bai Yuhan, she was the only one who had the talent. She could do all these things when her accomplishments were not enough.

In the outer courtyard, Chu Chen's spiritual and martial arts realm is two-fold. In the eyes of the middle-aged people in white, this cultivation is too low, which is different from the imagination, but also more shocking.

Previously, he did not know that the cultivation of Chu Chen was the second level of Lingwu state. When he played the piano on the top of the mountain, he made difficulties according to the five standards of Lingwu state.

That is to say, the disciple in front of him has accomplished something that is difficult to achieve in the five levels of Lingwu state with the help of Lingwu state.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in white looks moving, and his eyes stay on Chu Chen for a long time. He wants to see how different this disciple is.

However, he did not find anything special in the end. In front of his disciples, he was calm and outstanding. Even in his eyes, he never avoided it.

But middle-aged in white, he did not look down upon it. He knew that there were many geniuses who could not see anything at a glance. In fact, the real outbreak was the most terrible.

And Chu Chen was classified as such by him.