Music seems to be able to penetrate the heart.
The closer you are to that mirror-like lake, the greater the impact will be. Even if you stand far away, Ye Que's heart will be beating wildly. get low.
Until the sound of music went deep into the spiritual sea of the heart, and met the Thirteen Swords of Spring and Autumn in Ye Que's body.
Cheng Renjian launched an attack first, and then took Yijian. In the blink of an eye, the music sound was cut to pieces by thirteen spiritual swords, and Ye Que's mood returned to normal immediately.
Looking at the girl in white, Hongdou, when she heard the music, her footsteps also paused, and then the oil-paper umbrella in her hand instantly emitted an ancient power. This ancient power was like a protective film, which directly isolated the music. The invasion of sound.
"Are you alright?" Ye Que rubbed his eyebrows and asked Hongdou.
"The little haunted voice won't affect me, so take care of yourself." Maybe because she was disturbed by the music, Hongdou's tone became more impatient than before.
Walking a few steps forward, the scenery around Mingjing Lake finally came into view.
Standing directly opposite the small pavilion in the lake, there were less than a hundred people at this time. Presumably, everyone else had already lost their lives on the journey. From Jinshan Jewelry, to Panacea, to Lust, and then to Cheats, along the way, For these practitioners who are just getting started, it is definitely an extremely difficult test.
As long as there is a slight loophole in the state of mind, it is possible for this large formation to seize the opportunity to sneak in and lose their lives.
Therefore, there are already ten to seven or eight practitioners who can come here.
Looking carefully at the edge of the lake, the group of people standing in the front are almost all unfamiliar faces.
Shushan disciples were still the most numerous. Chen Qing had always stood at the front, but now it was replaced by another boy with star-eyed sword eyebrows. The young man's eyes were fixed and his aura was imposing. Standing among a hundred people, he had the feeling of standing out from the crowd. Behind the young man were eight men in black, all of whom covered their heads and could not see any signs of Shushan on their bodies. But he stood in the ranks of Shushan.
Next to the Shushan disciples is the Judgment Division, and there are quite a few of them. After all, they are the most disciplined among the group entering the Dragon Vessel Imperial Mausoleum. Naturally, the temptation and resistance of the battle method will be more, and who can guarantee that it will be spread from the palace? The information is all true? It is not guaranteed that this adjudication department has some secrets that other people do not know.
In the past, the team of the Judgment Division had always been their Deputy Director Ye at the forefront, but now, a little girl with a long sword was standing at the forefront. The expression of reluctance seemed to show how much he had been wronged.
"Li Jianqi?" Ye Que could tell at a glance that the person standing at the front of the Judgment Department was Li Jianqi, "Why is she standing there? Could it be that she is from the Judgment Department? No, even if she is from the Judgment Department Spy Xiu, but in her capacity, she shouldn't be in the first place! When did Jing Zhai have such a good relationship with the Judgment Division?"
On the opposite side of the Judgment Division are the five major tribes of the Yaozu. It is obvious that many fighters have been lost along the way, and Feng Xingmo's expression has turned to frost.
The remaining sects with a relatively small number of people, or small tribes of the Yaozu, are scattered on both sides. Of course, the Human Race and the Monster Race are still separated and separated.
For the remaining sects with a small number of people, most of the people standing in the front are some unfamiliar faces.
The reason is very simple. The disciples that the sect really sends to compete for the artifacts must be the geniuses that the sect focuses on to cultivate and take care of. Naturally, they will be treated more favorably.
And this group of them are also very proud people, they will compete with each other, and their natural walking speed will separate the large groups. If it weren't for the delay in opening the door of the golden palace, these people would have searched everything here long ago.
In the small pavilion in the center of the lake, there are a total of thirty-seven musical instruments, and only seven or eight were playing just now.
As the number of people around the lake increased, more instruments joined the ranks of performances, and the sound of the music suddenly accelerated, and the rhythm became more and more extreme.
This music has the ability to charm people's hearts, and naturally all the practitioners by the lake can perceive it.
All of a sudden, all kinds of magic weapons were sacrificed to resist the invasion of the music, and at the same time, everyone began to look for the way down. But this lake is circular, and the circle around it is still a lake, and there is no obvious road leading to other places.
Unless the passage is in the kiosk in the middle of the lake, and this probability is also the greatest.
In a sect with a large number of people, everyone works together, and the spiritual power of the magic weapon is superimposed on each other. Naturally, it is not a problem to resist the invasion of the music, but some people seem to be a little lonely.
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The first thing Ye Que saw in the crowd was Li Jianqi, and the second he saw Yan Ziyue from Qingqiu Qidaomen, but at this time Yan Ziyue seemed to be alone, standing beside him Zhou didn't have any fellow students, nor did he have teammates from that temporary camp.
Li Jianqi has now joined the team of the Judgment Division, so what about the others? Where are Nalan Rongruo and the others disciples of Qingqiu Sword Sect
I scanned around carefully, but I didn't even see a person's figure. Could it be that something unexpected happened
Ye Que was slightly angry.
It seems that the heavens sensed Ye Que's anger. Before Ye Que could get angry, the magic weapon in Yan Ziyue's hand fell to the ground with a shake, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. face, and wept.
Yan Ziyue's cry seemed to be just sobbing at the beginning, and then gradually turned into howling, with teary eyes rubbing, screaming, as if thinking of something extremely sad. Tears covered his eyes, and others couldn't tell whether Yanzi was really suffering or fake crying. The few familiar fellow practitioners were really at a loss for a while.
I have seen people who were beaten and cried, I have seen people crying bitterly with broken tendons and bones, but I have never seen such a heart-piercing cry of a practitioner in broad daylight.
The scene was a little absurd for a while.
What's even more strange is that, while crying and wiping away his tears, Yan Ziyue slowly began to walk towards the lake of Mingjing. Although his pace was slow, he was standing on the edge of the lake and walked into the lake in a few steps. Others have no time to stop it.
The mirror-thin lake slowly submerged Yan Ziyue's knees, then his waist, and finally his neck, but Yan Ziyue didn't seem to realize it at all. He just cried again and again, and the more he cried, the sadder he became. When he opened his mouth and nose, the crying finally stopped abruptly, and a string of dense blisters began to bubble up on the lake.
Soon, the water bubbles on the lake gradually disappeared, and a floating corpse slowly rose up, with its head facing the sky and its face facing down.
Practitioners were able to achieve turtle breathing to a certain extent, and their lives would not be in danger if they were submerged in water for a period of time. However, that is to run the true essence by oneself, protect the heart veins, and use spiritual power to transform the oxygen in the water for the body to absorb.
If Yan Ziyue was like Yan Ziyue, who was submerged in the water all his life without any fluctuation of his true energy, then he was not much different from a normal person, and he would drown as much as he should.
The sound of music actually controls the mind of a person, making him drown in the water!
It's like this lake is eating people!
All of a sudden, the people around the lake suddenly increased the protection of their magic weapons, and even some small sects with low strength began to hide in the distance.
The farther the distance, the less affected by music.
Just when Yan Ziyue died, there were also several Yaozu warriors in the direction of Yaozu who couldn't resist the attack of the music, their eyes became dizzy for a while, and the magic weapon in front of them fell to the ground.
Feng Xingmo saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, "Come back to me, keep your mind and don't be affected by the music!"
Armed with a ray of real energy and scolding, he rushed towards the monster warriors who had lost their minds, but it had almost no effect, and he didn't stop walking towards the lake.
The crying sounded again, louder and sadder than Yan Ziyue's.
The leader of the five major tribes this time is Feng Xingmo from the Fengbu, but although he is a natural wolf, he is a fighting genius and is not good at resisting this kind of spiritual attack. Feng Xingmo couldn't help it, and the other Yaozu fighters were naturally even more helpless.
Yao is good at fighting, but it is indeed inferior to the cultivation sect in terms of spells.
"Useless things."
"Stupid!"
"Are you watching your soldiers die?"
Suddenly, a girl's voice came from behind the Yaozu warrior.
Then I saw a burly man walking out of the queue slowly, walking towards the front step by step. Every step he took, his body shape would change slightly, his figure became thinner and thinner, his face became softer and softer, and his hair began to change color, gradually changing from dark brown to blood red.
When the big man walked past Feng Xingmo, he had already turned into a red-haired girl.
While walking, the girl casually broke off a willow leaf from a willow tree by the lake.
After saying that useless thing, the girl never looked at him again, she just gently put the willow leaf to her mouth, and a crisp leaf flute sounded.
When the sound of the flute reached the ears of those charmed warriors, their legs that were about to step into the lake immediately stopped moving. In the time of three breaths, the slack eyes of these people began to gradually regain clarity, and in the time of ten breaths, they were fully awake.
"Back one thousand meters, the music will not stop, and you are not allowed to approach this mirror lake." The girl gave the order casually, as if it was a matter of course.
The monster warrior who just woke up didn't realize what happened at all, and subconsciously looked at Feng Xingmo.
"Who are you?"
"Which tribe is the warrior?"
"When are you allowed to give orders here? Didn't the elders of the tribe teach you the rules?" Feng Xingmo looked at the red-haired girl with a cold face. As the leader, he was actually compared by a little girl. It is impossible to have a good face.
"Which tribe? I don't belong to a tribe." The red-haired girl said softly.
"Since you're not a warrior of the five major tribes, you don't have the right to speak. Don't think it's great to know some mind power techniques. You're still too young, so retreat quickly." Feng Xingmo's tone was already very rude, If it wasn't for the fact that this girl's method might be useful, according to his temperament, he would have slapped her long ago, so why would he say such nonsense.
"You want me to back down?" The red-haired girl frowned slightly, looking at Feng Xingmo.
"How many soldiers have died since entering this Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum? If it weren't for your command error, would there be only these left now? I haven't punished you yet, and you are going to make me step down. Who gave you such Have the courage to lose your mind and go crazy?"
Seeing that Feng Xingmo seemed to be uttering wild words, the red-haired girl said annoyedly, "My name is Nan Fengxiu, and I'm ranked fifteen."
Nine words, ordinary people listen to it as a very common self-introduction, but to Feng Xingmo's ears, it is like being struck by lightning!
(Today's first update.)