The ninth sound rang again after a thousand years.
This time was more shocking than a thousand years ago. They vaguely remembered that a thousand years ago, someone broke through the gate and was seriously injured when the ninth ring was sounded.
The man's name seems to be... Hu Zi! If you look closely at the stone tablet on the edge of the drum, you will find the words "Hu Zi" in the corner.
This character looks like it was carved by a knife, but it also seems to be born naturally. If you look at it carefully, you will discover the artistic conception contained in it.
Unruly and barbaric, he seemed like someone from the wilderness.
At this moment, the stone tablet shook, and a low voice that only Feng Qingyang could hear sounded in his mind.
"Those who have nine voices can leave their names, and if their sins are not eliminated, they will be immortalized forever."
This voice came out of nowhere and no one knew what it was, except Feng Qingyang who was stunned for a moment.
"Leave your name in nine voices!"
He muttered to himself, and then looked at the stone tablet carefully again. In addition to the inscription engraved on the top, there was indeed a line of names at the lower right side of the stone tablet.
"Qian Shangli, Li Ge, Mo Qianxiao, Jiuqiu, Huzi!"
Feng Qingyang read out all the names on the stone tablet word by word, and just as he opened his mouth, five hazy shadows appeared in his mind at the same time.
"In the City of Sin, the Nine-Layered Palace, the eldest disciple Qian Shangli, and the younger disciple Hu Zi! And it has been a thousand years since the last time the Nine-Layered Palace recruited disciples!"
A thousand years is just a blink of an eye in a cultivator's long lifespan, but in Feng Qingyang's eyes, it is not so.
China has a history of five thousand years, and this last disciple was a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, he didn't even know what it was.
Thinking of this, he smiled and shook his head, then suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the void and instantly reaching the ninth heaven.
Although he didn't know what was there, he had a feeling that someone in the Nine Heavens Palace was watching him intently.
There was not a single cloud in the blue sky, and perhaps because of the sound of the drums, it was bright within a thousand miles!
"Hu Zi, has he seen us?" Jiu Qiu smiled, put away his folding fan and clasped his hands across his chest.
"It shouldn't be possible. The Nine Heavens Palace is not on the ancient star of Mars. How can he see us?"
Just as he finished speaking, he noticed that Feng Qingyang below suddenly laughed, and his deep gaze was deeply imprinted in their minds.
Jiuqiu laughed wildly, as if he had thought of something, then turned around and prepared to leave.
"Let's go, the wheel turns nine times, and he blocks my wire. This person is good enough to be our junior apprentice brother."
However, just as he turned around, his raised foot stopped in mid-air for an instant. Hearing the strange laughter coming from Hu Zi behind him, he turned back in surprise.
"Did I hear it wrong? The tenth one?"
"Yes, it is the tenth sound." At this moment, Hu Zi threw away the thigh in his hand, the honest look on his face flashed away, and he looked down in silence.
"Since we're going to break through, why not do something sensational?"
Feng Qingyang said madly, looking at the golden ripples emitted by the drum sound spreading across the sky and earth, as well as the mountains in the distance being instantly shattered into powder by the golden light, his eyes were full of madness!
Bang!
This time, the echo was a roar, as if someone had roared, and the roar instantly shattered the beast-sealing vision above the sky.
At the same time, the sky and the earth changed color, and the cloudless blue sky was now covered with thick dark clouds.
The cloud was so heavy that it crushed the ground below, and the area within a thousand miles sank by ten feet.
Tens of thousands of monks retreated again. The sinking dark clouds made it difficult for them to breathe. If they stayed a little longer, they would feel like they were trapped in a whirlpool and could be crushed to pieces at any time.
The more this happened, the more shocked he was. Feng Qingyang, who had rotated for the tenth time, was not only standing in the center of the storm, but was also enduring bombardments several times stronger than his own full strength.
His physical strength was as high as 399,990,000 kilograms.
If a casual blow can move mountains and seas, how powerful is this multiplied force
Even though he was strong, he bent down instantly under the pressure of the dark cloud and almost fell to the ground.
Just as he was trying his best to deal with the pressure of the dark clouds, the tenth echo finally came back from thousands of miles away.
"Crack!"
The sound of breaking was clearly audible, and his exposed body was covered in blood in an instant.
Beneath the bloodstains, his skin was beginning to break. These were no longer wounds from a fight, but minor injuries that were more serious than a serious one.
The shock force came from all directions, as if an invisible hand was holding it tightly.
The terrifying pressure directly penetrated his defense, tore his muscles apart, and broke them inch by inch. If it weren't for his strong will supporting him, he would have exploded and died.
"Is he going to fail? The wheel has just turned nine times, and it has even set a record from two thousand years ago, the tenth time!"
The people below were speechless, and their originally dull gazes turned into indifference at this moment.
It’s not that they are indifferent, but the shock brought by Feng Qingyang is so terrifying that it directly overturned their understanding.
The reason why so many monks gathered here was because of this big drum.
This can not only screen the qualifications of cultivators, but also connect all the sinful cities of the three thousand cultivation stars in the spiritual world.
It can be said that although Feng Qingyang was on the ancient star Mars at this time, at this moment, when he rotated for the sixth time, it spread everywhere!
The City of Sin is divided into nine levels, but it is actually in a special space.
The City of Sin displayed was only the first three layers. It is no wonder why the City of Sin on Jiuyou Star was shattered.
Of course, this is the secret of the City of Sin, but it is not the real secret. Everyone who has fallen into the devil's way and entered the City of Sin knows that there is another world above the third floor, but it is not so easy to enter.
"His fighting spirit and willpower can only be mobilized for the tenth time, and it is just barely. After this time, he has been seriously injured!"
The crowd was talking about it, and although they said so, there was the same light in their eyes.
It seemed that they believed that Feng Qingyang could continue to rotate. His limit was definitely not the tenth sound, and he would never stop there. This was a myth, a myth that they had witnessed with their own eyes!
"Tiger."
"kindness?"
In the Ninth Heaven, Hu Zi's expression had changed. Thinking back to a thousand years ago, when he made the ninth rotation, the recoil force he felt still left him with lingering fears.
He also knew clearly how powerful the recoil of the tenth sound was. If he dared to continue rotating at that time, he would surely be smashed to pieces.
This big drum not only reveals a person's qualifications, but also shows a person's will.
The ultimate will is the real factor that affects a cultivator's cultivation throughout his life.
"He won't become our senior brother, right? Then you will still be the youngest junior brother, and I will be the fifth junior brother."
"How is that possible? If he dares to show off in front of me, Tiger Lord, I will tear him apart alive and roast his thighs to eat!"
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