On the elevated stands of the entire square, everyone was watching. At this moment, it was quiet, and the drums echoed around. The drums contained a kind of sadness, brewing a kind of hurt, secreted into the hearts of everyone, and aroused Reminiscence and aftertaste like autumn leaves.
In Wanzhang Square, even the demon generals were silent.
A kind of sublimation of artistic conception, in the drum sound that echoes in the ear, like a trickle, penetrates into people's hearts and touches the depths of the soul.
Wang Lin's hand was always stopped on the demon drum, and this drum beat transmitted his Tao to heaven and earth at this moment.
Scenes when I met Li Muwan...
Seven hundred years of loneliness...
The centuries-long stay together in the illusion in the Tianyun Sect...
The decline of walking on the streets of the land of monsters...
All of this, the moment I heard the sound of the piano floating when the boat on the river surface came, stop!
The sound of the piano entered my ears, staying for several months, washing the soul and sublimating Taoism.
The sound of the woman playing the piano and the drumming, at this moment, are in communion. The bridge beams of Wang Lin's heart resonated, and with the sound of drums with his hands, the sadness that had been hidden deep in Wang Lin's heart since Li Muwan left was spread.
The sound of drums whirled in this square. The people around, in the silence, even shed tears. They were immersed in the inner world by the drumming, and the past events surfaced in the bottom of their hearts.
Everyone has a story, this story is buried in the bottom of my heart, but there is a kind of power that can make the story buried in my heart emerge. This power is a kind of power of resonance.
At this moment, when Wang Lin struck the drum, he conveyed everything he had felt when he heard the sound of the piano that day.
Among the demon generals, Mo Lihai had memories in his eyes, not only him, but Shi Xiao also had a trace of sadness in his eyes.
Except for one person, this person is Mo Fei, his expression is plain, this kind of plainness, at this moment, it can even be said to be indifferent. The sadness in the drum sound seemed to have no resonance for him.
I don't know when the drums stopped, and it lasted for a long time before some people gradually became sober.
At the moment of waking up, except for those demon commanders and very few people, most of them showed shocked expressions. When they were awake, they found that they had already burst into tears.
Deputy Xuan stared at Wang Lin beside the demon drum in a daze, he sighed softly, the complex color in his eyes gradually disappeared, and replaced by a wave of admiration!
"The drum sound is passed on, maybe he is the one that the Demon Emperor has been waiting for for countless years. In this drum sound, my long-standing cultivation base has actually loosened..."
Among the demon commanders, except Tianshuai, everyone else looked at Wang Lin with different gazes, but one thing was the same, that was shock!
No one in this place knows better than them, the meaning of the drumming!
This is a realm!
Tian Shuai's eyes are like electricity, looking at Wang Lin in the distance, the turbid color in his eyes has long since disappeared.
"Is he called Wang Lin..."
Wang Lin lifted his right hand gently, and he looked around. At this moment, he was caught by everyone's attention.
His eyes fell on the golden armored man.
The man with golden armor no longer looked gloomy, but pale. He stared at Wang Lin blankly. He was speechless for a long time. Today, the monk in front of him gave him too much shock!
From the beginning of the ringing five times in a row, his complexion remained unchanged, his body was as tall as a giant mountain, until the ringing three times to chase Mo Fei! Following the ninth, the eleventh reverberation, especially the eleventh middle school, Wang Lin was forced to retreat.
Seeing this scene in his eyes, he thought this was the end, but at this moment he discovered that all of this has just begun!
The eleventh drum beat, in his shock, sounded!
If this drum sound is the same as the first ten, then he will not be so alarmed, but this eleventh sound is conveyed by drums. In this state, the golden-clad man asks himself, he can’t do it. !
This has nothing to do with cultivation, but a realm! An artistic conception, a sublimation of the soul!
What happened today can be described as unforgettable for the man in the golden armor. At this moment, for Wang Lin's eyes, he actually has an idea that he does not want to look at him. This idea is very strong.
"Fifteen times, you broke your arm, didn't you?" Wang Lin said softly, his voice was not loud, but at this moment, everyone could hear it clearly.
The golden armor man’s scalp was numb. He would rather go forward and fight directly against Wang Lin, even willing to fight against Wang Lin without using powerful magical powers. talk.
Wang Lin didn’t give the golden-clad man time to answer. He withdrew his gaze. For the first time, he swept from the surrounding stands. In his eyes, the looks of the spectators appeared one by one. All these people chose to look at him. Evaded.
Among the deputy commanders, Tian, Xuan, Huang, Yu, Zhou, and Huang six people, as Wang Lin's gaze swept, they avoided one by one. Only one person, with Qingming in his eyes, collided with Wang Lin's gaze.
This person is the Xuan Deputy Commander. His eyes are clear, and when he looks at Wang Lin, he shows a trace of emotion. He raises his hands and clasps his fists to Wang Lin!
Wang Lin nodded slightly, and then looked away. This time, he looked at the eight demon commanders and scanned them one by one. All the demon commanders looked at him, as if they were looking at each other and saw a lot of differences. The moment Tian Shuai looked to Wang Lin, for the first time, he spoke. "Wang Lin, I remember your name!"
Among the demon generals, they avoided Wang Lin's gaze one after another, but Shi Xiao let out a low growl, forcibly not avoiding him, and collided with Wang Lin's gaze.
There was a trace of war intent in his eyes, but the moment when Wang Lin looked away from this war intent, he directly ignored it.
Wang Lin's gaze, the last place he stayed, was Mo Fei!
This person was always indifferent, looking at Wang Biao coldly.
Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin closed his eyes, his right hand lightly pressed on the demon drum, and the sound of the drum was not his goal at the moment!
At the moment when the drums were preaching, Wang Lin had never been with him before, for the first time, he felt the call of aspiration! Touched the edge of aspiration!
"I want it!" Wang Lin didn't open his eyes, but at this moment, his whole body exploded with strong self-confidence!
His right hand is placed on the demon drum.
"Boom, he didn't move his right hand, but the drums suddenly echoed! It turned into thunder and descended on the earth!
The sorrow in the drum sound was stronger than one, and two consecutive drum beats made this thunder also contain sadness.
"It's still a little worse..." Wang Lin said softly, the moment his voice fell, on the demon drum, there was another "boom"!
Three drum beats! The twelfth, thirteenth and fourteenth drum beats the world!
This drum sound merged to form an impact that was several times stronger than before, following the demon drum, following Wang Lin's right hand, directly into his body.
At this moment, almost everyone heard a sound. It was a burst of bangs from within Wang Lin's body. This sound was crisp and not as good as the heavens, but when it was heard in the ears of the people around it, it was letting Everyone, there is a sense of comfort that seems to come from the bone marrow.
A drop of black liquid was secreted from the hairs of Wang Lin's body.
"Washing the marrow!" Tianshuai's eyes burst out with a brilliant light, which contains an unprecedented appreciation!
"This is the real marrow washing, the previous time, it was just washing off the fur!"
The other demon commanders looked at Wang Lin's gaze, and there was even a hint of jealousy. No one understands better than them, why this Demon Drum has become a creature in the Sky Demon County second only to Longtan!
In Longtan, there is the spirit of the ancient demon, the way of preaching, and it is the god of heaven and earth!
And this demon drum is made of the skin of the ancient demon, and the bud contains the power of the ancient demon. It is even rumored that the demon emperors of the past can beat the demon drum by the method of inheritance to extract the power of the ancient demon. Protect the glory of Tianyao County for thousands of years!
Washing the marrow with the power of the ancient demon is a qualification that the talents of the emperor in the Sky Demon County can have. Outsiders can only be given a scene to wash the marrow unless they have made great contributions.
Before every demon commander takes office, he will be given a chance to sound the demon drum. The reward actually contained in it is cleansing the soul.
It's just that whether you can cleanse the marrow or not depends on the individual's cultivation.
The three drum beats turned into powerful shocks, wandering wildly in Wang Lin's body, washing his body, which was already almost free of impurities, once again.
"Fourteen times..." The golden armor man's complexion became paler.
The people around the square, except for the man in the golden armor, seemed to have forgotten about this incident. They were immersed in the feeling of the sound coming into their ears and the shock of the aftermath in the body.
This is the sound of washing the marrow!
A person who washes the marrow, when the marrow is washed, the sound from his body can make the listener's aftermath in the body oscillate, producing a wave that is second to the marrow washing.
Wang Lin opened his eyes, and all the impurities in his body were washed away by the sound of drums. At this moment, he seemed to have the illusion that his body was about to be sucked away by the sky. He looked at the demon drum with clear eyes.
"I, Wang Lin, cultivated Taoism for seven hundred years. I have been in perfection with my artistic conception, but I have not achieved the reason for the aspiration. I know. Although I have entered the body with my artistic conception, the Taoist mind is not perfect. It turns out that deep in my heart, There is a trace of sadness, a trace of injury, a trace of a seal.
When Li Muwan died, my artistic conception was sublimated, and I became a body. But Wan'er has become a trace of my obsession... Therefore, when I hear the piano music of the girl playing the piano, I will feel sad and feel the resonance. At the moment of death, I will fully understand, the sadness in my heart will pass away with the sound of the piano, leaving only a mark, melted in my soul...
But today, with this drum, I am in a short time, as if a hundred years have passed. I put all my sorrows into the drum and knock it out. When there is no more sorrow in my heart and the Taoist heart is complete, I will reach Asking..."
Wang Lin lifted his right hand, and then dropped it gently. In the moment it fell, the longing for Li Muwan and all the sadness in his heart all surged out, and with this palm, he pressed towards the demon drum. .
"But by doing so, it is equivalent to choosing to forget. Are you really going to forget? Wang Lin's hand trembled.