Looking at this ancient drum, Feng Qingyang's eyes became brighter.
This drum is not only to inform the City of Sin, but also to tell everyone how strong the cultivation of the person who can rotate this drum is. What qualifications must be possessed in order not to blaspheme the majesty of the City of Sin.
"If the drum sounds once, you will be qualified to step onto the iron chain of the void. If it sounds three times, you can enter the third level of the City of Sin. If it sounds six times, you can enter the sixth level. And if it sounds nine times, you can directly enter the highest place in the City of Sin - the Ninth Heaven!"
All the rules were clearly engraved on the stone tablet. All the monks who came here sighed as they looked at the tablet. There were two kinds of people in the City of Sin. One was those who had fallen into the evil way, and they could enter freely.
The second one is not true. There has been a natural barrier on the outskirts of every sinful city. If outsiders want to enter, they must overcome numerous tests.
And Feng Qingyang belongs to the second type!
"If you want to find King Chujiang, you can only enter from here. Now that you are inside, you might as well be arrogant. People of the demonic way will only bring shame to their reputation if they hide their heads and show their tails. If you enter with fanfare, I'm sure you will be recognized by them!"
Feng Qingyang murmured, and instantly locked onto the drumstick on the edge of the big drum. His eyes focused. This drumstick, which was as long as an arm, had a handle made of some special material that no one knew.
There is a carved blue dragon on it, and the dragon's body spirals all the way to the top of the drumstick. There is a huge dragon ball in the dragon's open mouth, and this dragon ball is the top of the drumstick!
“Is it just the drumsticks that are so special?”
He reached out and grasped the drumstick inserted in the edge of the big drum, his eyes blurred, as if he had returned to the ruins of the Shang Dynasty in the ancient tombs of Qingqiu, rotating the drumstick to challenge the geniuses of the Shang Dynasty from generation to generation.
A light breeze blew and loosened the two strings on his hat. He simply took off the hat. In the wind and rain, his aura burst out, like a sharp sword that was tightly locked in a scabbard suddenly being unsealed.
A blinding cold light suddenly appeared, and astonishing momentum instantly burst out from his body, reaching the sky above. The sword that was unsheathed immediately showed its due sharpness.
As the momentum grew, he gripped the drumstick handle tightly in his hand. His palm felt cold and rough, and his heart was beating, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Just as he grasped the drumstick, a faint roar came from the sky, like the awakening of an ancient beast, or like a rebellious heart formally declaring war on heaven and earth.
With the help of this momentum, he took a deep breath, bent his arms, and dragon-like veins appeared in an instant. He pulled out the drumstick and slammed it on the big drum beside him.
Boom!
The drumbeats were like thunder, carrying with them a sense of vicissitudes and an indescribable vastness, instantly spreading in all directions, as if a sleeping giant beast was letting out its first roar before waking up.
A ripple visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions with the big drum as the center in an instant, and its speed was as fast as lightning. Almost as soon as he rotated, a roar was heard.
The strange thing was that after the roar spread, it suddenly retracted. Just when he raised the drumstick to hit it for the second time, the shrinking roar made his clothes rustle, as if thousands of forces were coming from all directions of the world, trying to shake him away from the drum.
At this moment, the sound of the rotating drums spread throughout the world, instantly waking up countless people who were meditating in all directions. The first sound even penetrated the black city wall in front and exploded abruptly on the top of the entire City of Sin.
"Someone rotate the Sin City drum!"
"Is there another ridiculous person coming to force his way through this barrier?"
Countless voices rang out, and at the same time, not far from here, two people suddenly opened their eyes, with a fierce look flashing in their eyes.
"Is this person Feng Qingyang?"
Chunyang took a deep breath, looked at Xuanchen and said quietly that the two of them had been waiting here for a long time, but they never thought that he would break into the City of Sin in this way.
"Don't say it. Don't act rashly for now."
Xuanchen narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and he said to Chunyang who was ready to make a move.
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The two of them remained silent for the time being. Countless cultivators came from all directions and moved towards the direction of the stone tablet. There was also the sound of constant muttering, echoing throughout the quiet plain.
"It's just the first sound, and it's just the qualification to step on the iron chain, that's all. If we mobilize thousands of troops to investigate, wouldn't we be busy to death for thousands of years?"
A powerful man opened his eyes, looked into the distance, just smiled contemptuously, and continued to meditate, smiling without saying a word.
In the city of sin, there are four halls of Wuzuo, namely the Azure Dragon in the East, the White Tiger in the West, the Black Tortoise in the North and the Vermillion Bird in the South. The masters of these four halls opened their eyes when the first drum sounded.
"The first sound shows that you are qualified to step onto the iron chain."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again, letting the drizzle outside gradually turn into heavy rain, which continued to fall.
Although the rain was pouring down, countless cultivators still gathered from all directions. Some of them dared to come from afar, while others were already in the caves around this place.
This drum has not been struck for a hundred years. For cultivators, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, but it is definitely not short. For them, striking the drum again after a hundred years is a bit of fun in their long practice.
And Feng Qingyang, after resisting the first level charge, gathered his strength and was ready to strike. His rotating arms paused for only a moment, and then he struck again.
This time it wasn't just one sound, but a boom! A boom! Two shocks came from the connection.
As soon as the first sound rang out, the second sound followed closely, like a sharp sword unsheathed, instantly tearing the sky as it shot in all directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The lingering sound of the first drum sound had not yet completely dissipated when the third sound was heard. The interval between the three drum sounds was only half a cup of tea. Although half a cup of tea is a long time, for people from all directions, it was like a huge stone falling in a quiet lake, causing a huge wave!
It was like thunder, carrying with it a thrilling passion that not only shook the void in all directions, but also directly bombarded into the hearts of all the cultivators.
Drums are meant to inspire people. On the battlefield, only drums can bring about fighting. The louder the drum sounds, the stronger the momentum!
They were shocked, and even the City of Sin was filled with an uproar. The uproar seemed to come from no less than a hundred thousand people, who passed through layers of city walls and reached where Feng Qingyang was!
"Even if this person is not Feng Qingyang, it is worth our visit!"
At this moment, Xuanchen, who had been quiet, suddenly became unnatural. He stood up and walked quickly towards the stone tablet with Chunyang. At the same time, the four major halls of the City of Sin opened their eyes again.
"Three resounding sounds can directly reach the third floor of my City of Sin. Moreover, the resounding sounds are continuous, which shows that this person not only has a strong cultivation base, but also has first-class will and character!"