Fighting the Supreme Realm

In the eyes, it was still dark.

According to Xiao Yan\'s intuition, the third floor of Wenxin Hall is much smaller than the second floor, because even in the era when there were six or seven stars before the cataclysm in ancient times, the number of bucket emperors standing on the top of the tower was not too much. This is the mediocre rule between heaven and earth. Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where weight is not heavy, and it is also a place of high and low.

Take a few deep breaths, gradually alleviate the heart of "怦怦" leaping, and with his eyes flickering a little, with the light of the sky fire, Xiao Yan looked at those bright, star-like soul marks floating in the distance, and worked hard to find and judge He thought it was relatively weak. After all, here are the three levels that the ancestor has repeatedly told not to enter, the soul marks are left by those strong on the spire, and with his current strength, he must be extremely careful.

Soon, he locked a soul mark.

This soul imprint is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.

It is shaped like a Qin Fei Qin, with a circle of nebulae lingering on top of it, and subtle vocals coming out. Moreover, the other soul\'s imprint is as bright as a star, but it is constantly changing between light and dark, it seems that it is intensely ups and downs due to emotional changes.

It stands to reason that Xiao Yan has no reason to choose such a soul mark that looks extremely unstable and may be violent at any time, but Xiao Yan himself cannot explain why, and intuitively feels that this soul mark is the most secure.

Intuition is a very mysterious thing, and it is not clear what the road is, especially when confused.

But after all, it is a matter of life. Xiao Yan had to be careful and careful. Depressed, he slowly walked slowly and cautiously.

However, dozens of soul imprints floating in the mid-air of the hall, all flashing light to varying degrees, the darker flashes more frequently, and the smoother flashes are bright and eye-catching. There is no dark and smooth flash at all.

Xiao Yan\'s heart was full of bitterness, and he swallowed saliva, thinking that it was more difficult than crossing the five million sports lottery tickets on the earth before crossing, after all, that was just for money, and this one was terrible.

How can this be good? The wrong choice in one step is the separation of yin and yang, but it is not a joke.

Xiao Yan was contemplative, pacing in the main hall at will, and the sound of footsteps seemed particularly clear and depressed in this empty space.

Gently rubbing his hands, Xiao Yan stopped and exhaled slightly, watching the hot air turn into smoke under the burning of the sky fire. The corner of his mouth jumped slightly, and there was a sudden flash in the depth of his eyes. Surprised.

It turned out that, inadvertently, he turned back to the flickering imprint of the piano-shaped soul.

"It seems to be very close to it today, it is it." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, bit his teeth, and decided to take a chance.

Condensing and adjusting his breath, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, and the power of the soul enveloped this soul imprint with the momentum of thunder.

Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (2)

Unlike the imprint of the soul absorbed by the second floor of Wenxindian, Xiao Yan only felt a flower in front of him. The imprint of the soul was nowhere to be found, and nothing was felt in the sea of ​​knowledge.

"What\'s going on? It\'s gone?"

Xiao Yan was a little stunned and a little dumbfounded, and his hair was erect, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body.

When Xiao Yan looked around and couldn\'t find his way, suddenly a string of sounds sounded in his head, and the eerie voice seemed to penetrate the soul. Only then did Xiao Yan find out that his soul unexpectedly came into the depths of the ocean. There was an extra guzheng in the ground.

The texture of this zither is white jade with no flaws in its entire body. It is shaped like a dragon flying in the water and has a very streamlined feel. There are eighteen strings on the string. The strings are different. The essence of eighteen kinds of ancient strange beasts are rare rare treasures in the world. Although they are transfigured by the power of the soul, they are really difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Anyone who encounters such an unexpected thing will feel creepy, and Xiao Yan is no exception. The cold sweat on his back exuded. Is this the unpredictable realm above the imperial realm? Xiao Yan swallowed a spit of saliva, staring at the zither who knew the sea, and did not dare to act lightly.

Guzheng has spirits. It slowly rises from the depths of the sea. The eighteen strings do not play and sing, and the sound of the zheng suddenly becomes tragic and desolate.

The sound of zheng seems to have a magic power, and it was quickly integrated with Xiao Yan\'s consciousness of the sea and waves. The sound rises and the waves rise, the sound falls and the waves recede, penetrating into every pore of Xiao Yan, driving Xiao Yan\'s emotional layers Over and over.

Hearing the sound of zither, Xiao Yan gradually sink into the mood of the tune, unable to extricate himself, as if he saw a splendid scene of the golden iron horse on the ancient battlefield.

Until the end of the song, Xiao Yan was awake from the sound of Zheng, thinking that his mind had just been unknowingly attracted by the sound of Zheng, and he was really shocked. He couldn\'t help but be afraid for a while. .

But soon, Xiao Yan found sadly that in front of this guzheng, he had completely lost control of his soul\'s power, and even every move in the sea was out of his control. He was like a puppet. The only thing left was the clearness in the mind. Xiao Yan\'s body and mind suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley from the Jiutian Galaxy, and his face was filled with helplessness and depression.

Guzheng seems to be venting the boring feeling of waiting for the acquaintance in the long years. He ignores Xiao Yan and does not ask any questions. He just sends out a wonderful burst of string sounds. The tune does not care whether it is slow or fast. Regardless of the joy and sorrow of the tune, it does not pay attention to pursuing a delicate and elegant, delicate and beautiful style, but just plays with it, and fully displays the artistic conception that only the realm above the realm of the emperor can fully display.

Xiao Yan endured all of this silently. Gradually, from the helplessness at the beginning, he gradually realized the beauty of this rhythm. All the pores all over his body were as comfortable as eating ginseng fruit, staying in the Temple of the Heart The tired body and mind of the second floor and the third month have been washed away layer by layer, and the pleasant and unpleasant pleasure is irresistibly stirred in the consciousness of the sea.

"Listening to Guzheng can enhance the practice of the power of the soul?" Xiao Yanxi came from his heart, feeling the activity of the power of the soul keenly.

However, for a moment, Xiao Yan, who had always been sane, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts, and laughed at the corner of his mouth: "How is that possible? It is simply a delusion! Listening to the music can make progress, wouldn\'t it just be soaking up every day? The wind and moon in the kiosk can be repaired for thousands of miles? "

"It must be the illusion that my nerves are under high tension." Xiao Yan shook his mouth and shook his head ridiculously.

Xiao Yan didn\'t know at all. When he shook his head, he not only missed a huge opportunity, but also put himself in great danger.

If you like Douban\'s Supreme Realm, please collect: (www.mtlnovel.com) Douban\'s Supreme Realm has the fastest literature update.