Chapter 180

The Dragon Kingdom lights up obviously, the huge soul breath in the air starts to condense again, and the body of bone dragons starts to shake up under the injection of soul.

In the last ambush, although the bone dragons fell into a frenzy, they were stopped by nokeshi at the beginning of the battle. Therefore, the bone dragons' casualties were very small. After all, even the same kind, want to break the defense between each other, the companion's bones completely broken, also need a certain amount of time.

Although the bone dragons have not fully awakened at this time, ye Yinzhu has already felt the crazy breath among them. Even if there is no noxie's reminder, he must make these bone dragons calm down, otherwise, when noxie dies, these bone dragons will surely destroy themselves.

Sitting upright, looking at the nose, nose, mouth and heart, ye Yinzhu makes himself enter another realm in a moment. It belongs to the realm of the divine voice master. It is also the dream of countless divine sound masters.

When you press your hands on the dead wood dragon chant of the artifact level, the string is no longer sharp. All you can feel is the soft elasticity of the palm and eight fingers. Each string is emitting different element waves, they seem to be anxiously calling themselves to release their power.

First of all, the ring finger of his left hand pressed the first string. Then, ye Yinzhu's hands moved gently. His action was very gentle, as if he was afraid to hurt the string made of dragon tendon.

A circle of colorful light with Ye Yinzhu's body as the center, or the brand-new dead wood dragon harp as the center, scattered around. The simple Prelude rhythm, soft and low chanting melody, accompanied by the gentle hum, seems to be the comfort of the heart.

The timbre of dead wood dragon chanting Qin is very pure and low, much lower than that of the previous dead wood dragon chanting. However, it is just like a real dragon chanting. Just for a moment, almost all the newly awakened bone dragons turn their eyes to the direction where ye Yinzhu is. In the fire of their souls, though madness is still burning, there is more doubt.

Hands gently raised, and then gently down, a series of light whisk, but it is breathtaking low hum. There is a certain interval between each sound and the previous one, but their hum overlaps to form a deeper rhythm. The soft yellow light emitted by Ye Yinzhu seems to be rendered by all kinds of magic after it is integrated into the dead wood dragon harp, producing a very special sound resonance. This kind of feeling, although the waterfall Liuquan Qin has also had. But different from the sad rendering of the waterfall, the rendering of the dead wood dragon harp is overbearing and deep. It's like the rebirth of the real sacred dragon, deterring the dragons.

The melody is always in the low and High shuttle, there is no sadness, only the deep comfort, the strings to Ye Yinzhu feel very hard, very elastic, forcing him to play not only to inject their own mental strength, but also to use fighting to assist the fingers to pluck the strings. But a strange scene appeared. Every time he played the string, although he didn't deliberately do it, there was an arc-shaped sound blade floating out, because it wasn't deliberately made. The sound blade only flew three feet and disappeared in the invisible. The colors of the music blades of different strings are different, and they are filled with the magic waves of their strings.

Ye Yinzhu devoted himself to the music. Although he also felt the wonder of this guqin, he didn't want to observe it at this time. It's too difficult to play this Guqin. Every resonance between heartstrings and Qin strings, his heartstrings have to go through the strong breath of dragon chanting in the dead wood dragon chanting. It's as if it could be broken at any time. Every time a simple rhythm is played, the dragon soul in the body of the Guqin will sob, making Ye Yinzhu's mind rippling, as if the spirit and soul will be washed away by the Guqin.

Fortunately, there is a soul in the guard, just barely frighten his mind, not hurt by the dead wood Longyin. Why, why. When I finished making it, it was clear that there was a process of blood recognizing the Lord, but why did it still bite me? It's horrible. If it does not recognize the Lord, then how powerful will its power become?

Ye Yinzhu suddenly understood that although he made this artifact, he did not use it now. Fortunately, before his eyes, the music he played was only an ancient one for special purposes, not the nine most powerful pieces. Otherwise, he could not control it at all. Not only mental strength and fighting spirit will be drained by the dead wood dragon harp, but also the power of self-defense will probably cause heavy damage.

After finding these, ye Yinzhu did not dare to be distracted, but the pause time became longer for each scale he played. Holding yuan as one, I dare not have any thoughts in my heart. While playing, I have to compete with the artifact on my knee.

"Eternal glory" is the name of the music played by Ye Yinzhu. It has several other names, such as "memorial song", "solace" or "Requiem", which is specially used for mourning the dead and soothing the soul. These days, when making guqin, ye Yinzhu has been thinking about what kind of music can make the side effects of ambush disappear. After thinking about it, he thought of the unimportant "eternal glory". Bone dragons are dead souls. What they need is comfort. Ambush on all sides stimulates the madness of their nature, and eternal glory just makes them calm down again.

Facts have proved that ye Yinzhu's judgment is completely correct. Under the effect of the low pondering music, the bone dragons become more and more calm, and the crazy breath in the air is gradually dissipating. "Eternal glory" plays the most important role when the bone dragons have just awakened and haven't begun to fight each other. The madness brought about by ambush is fading away.Ye Yinzhu's hands become more and more heavy. Fortunately, his Qin magic has been promoted to the fifth level of jiandanqinxin, which greatly increases his control over the dead wood dragon chant. Due to the great consumption of mental power, the divine light in his eyes has gradually become dim. But the souls of the bone dragons gradually returned to normal.

Nokeshi, the holy dragon, always crawls to one side, watching Ye Yinzhu play the piano. "Eternal glory" gives him a feeling of peace of mind like water. This strong man in the history of the dragon race has come to the end of his life, and his soon dissipated soul can no longer support his broken body to stand up from the ground. Hero twilight, in his calm eyes of the dragon, a bit more desolate.

Hum, with the last eight fingers passing by, this Requiem is finally over. The bone dragons outside have returned to normal. Under the full moon, they are moving slowly in the same place, just like people who have been sleeping for a long time stretching their muscles and bones.

When you press the string with both hands, ye Yinzhu feels dizzy in his brain, which is obviously the situation of mental overdraft, "OK. The side effects of ambush have disappeared. In fact, I couldn't make the most of that music. The remaining madness of your people is not strong. "

"Thank you." Looking at Ye Yinzhu, the spirit of the holy dragon, who was already dim and had only a spark left, sighed and said, "I seldom say this word of thanks in my life, but now I have to say it to you. With your help, the Dragon holy land has avoided the crisis of collapse. Although I am about to lose here and lose the ability to transform foreign dragon people in the future, after all, the holy land has been preserved and the essence of the dragon people has been preserved. Unfortunately... "

Noxie stopped for a moment. His huge body seemed to struggle to get up, but he couldn't do it. He just got up slightly and fell back to his original position heavily. The crystal white keel made a sour sound.

"What a pity?" Ye Yinzhu asks curiously.

Noch light way: "unfortunately you and I, will leave this world."

Ye Yinzhu was stunned for a moment. At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A light golden flame of soul shot out from Nokshi's huge head. With his last trace of spiritual imprint, he came to Ye Yinzhu in the blink of an eye. With the departure of the fire of soul, Nokshi's huge body fell to the ground, announcing the holy dragon Left the world of dragon forever.

There's no defense at all. It's the soul puncture of the holy dragon! Ye Yinzhu only felt alienation in front of him, and the dazzling golden light had passed through his eyebrows.

His body became stiff in an instant, and all the feelings around him were far away. Ye Yinzhu was like an eternal statue, and even his last expression remained at the moment just now.

At this moment, ye Yinzhu's spiritual world is full of the waves of death.

This is a sea of pale gold. The shadow of Ye Yinzhu is quietly suspended in the sky. Not far from him, under a white divine light, the dragon body of the sacred dragon stands proudly. Nochy finally recovered his noumenon in this spiritual world, and his whole body was covered with a strong light, which was also the last light that he could emit in his life.

The scales of the sacred dragon are completely milky white, which is different from any other dragon people Ye Yinzhu has ever seen. The one horn on his head stands erect, and every tiny part of his body is so harmonious, especially the twinkling eyes of the dragon.

"Why?" Ye Yinzhu seems to have some pain to say.

Knox looked at him coldly. "No why."

There was a trace of sadness in Ye Yinzhu's eyes, as if he still had a last glimmer of hope, "haven't I become a foreign dragon, a member of your dragon? Why do you do this to me? "

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