Finally, Wang Teng arrived at the eighth level of space.
Entering it, Wang Teng couldn't help but be surprised. This eighth layer of space turned out to be a dead land. The ground was covered with white bones, both human and animal bones. There was no end in sight.
There was a foul smell floating in the air.
Wang Teng couldn't help being surprised when he saw this scene for the first time.
How could this be the case on the eighth level of space?
Finally, Wang Teng flew to the center of the bones and saw a huge dragon bone, tens of thousands of miles long, winding and circling.
It's over a hundred feet thick.
The dragon's head is held high, exuding an air of arrogance over the world.
Just like this dragon, he was a powerful man in life. Even in death, he still has a terrifying aura that makes people unable to help but surrender.
Wang Teng felt a sense of pity in his heart.
"Is there a stone monument here?"
Wang Teng looked at the stone tablet aside. There were some ancient handwritings written on the stone tablet.
Demon Dragon Clan! These three words are the most conspicuous.
It turns out that this dragon is the ancestor of the Demonic Dragon Clan. Because it was too powerful, it was sealed in this tower.
There are also many creatures inside the tower.
A great war once broke out here, and all living creatures died.
Including itself.
That's why there is such a desolate scene.
Wang Teng couldn't help but sigh, what kind of battle could lead to the death of so many powerful creatures.
Many bones, even if they have been dead for many years, still have powerful divinity flowing through them. It is conceivable that they must have been masters during their lifetimes.
"Hey, what is this?"
Suddenly, Wang Teng's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.
All I could see was a black bead at the mouth of the dragon bone.
The beads were about the size of a washbasin, but they were filled with the energy of death, like an extremely evil source between heaven and earth.
It seems that the dead energy of the entire space is being absorbed by it.
Wang Teng had an ominous premonition and did not dare to approach.
This bead is definitely not simple.
"This is the Death Pearl, a magical thing between heaven and earth that absorbs the energy of death."
At this time, suddenly a calm voice came over.
Wang Teng turned his eyes and discovered that there was a person sitting cross-legged on Dragon Bone's head.
He was a middle-aged man with long gray hair and a sense of vicissitudes of life.
He was sitting there cross-legged, with an erhu in his hand, which he was playing slowly, but there was no sound.
Because the keel was so huge, not even a trace of his aura was revealed, so Wang Teng didn't notice him before.
"Who are you?"
Wang Teng was a little solemn.
This is the eighth level of space, and the people who can come here are by no means simple.
"Haha, he's just a sad person, not worth mentioning."
The man with long gray hair gave out a desolate smile.
Then, the erhu in his hand began to move slowly.
A desolate tune rippled out from the erhu strings.
Wang Teng was instantly intoxicated.
The man with long gray hair is obviously very accomplished in music, and he can move people's hearts whenever he shows it casually.
He felt that this song was very touching.
However, Wang Teng soon changed his color and noticed that there was an overwhelming murderous aura in the music, which made his soul tremble.
Without any explanation, he moved out of the way as quickly as possible.
Buzz! An invisible blade of light cut through his neck, hitting him not far away, and a big crater appeared directly.
It can be seen how powerful the light blade is. If Wang Teng hadn't reacted in time, he would have been dead by now.
"You are the emperor of music, Nie You!"
A bright light overflowed from Wang Teng's pupils.
The top geniuses in Shenkong Battlefield are Five Lords, Three Kings, and One Emperor.
Among them, Yihuang is the most mysterious, and not many people have seen him in the entire Shenkong battlefield.
Rumor has it that he likes to play the erhu, and his melodies have reached the point of perfection.
Homicide and invisibility.
Besides the Sound Emperor Nie You, who else could be in front of me?
"Haha, that's right. You can avoid my attack. You are extraordinary. What's your name? Why haven't I heard of you?"
The middle-aged man with long gray hair smiled.
Originally, he thought that the person who could enter this eighth layer of space would be Zhuge Yu.
It turned out to be a somewhat unfamiliar young man, which surprised him, so he tried it out.
"My name is Wang Teng. We have no grievances. There is no need to be so cruel."
Wang Teng sneered.
If he hadn't also studied music and temperament, he would be dead now.
Nie You thought for a while and shook his head. He was only somewhat interested in the top ten geniuses in the Shenkong Battlefield, and the other geniuses were not enough for him to take seriously.
"I've never heard of it. Please stay with me from now on and become my servant. I promise you a bright future!"
Nie You smiled.
Wang Teng sneered and didn't care at all.
"Are you looking down on me?
Many people can't even think of what I say, but you have this expression on your face. It's great. It seems that if I don't show some ability, you don't know how powerful I, Nie You, am."
Nie You's eyes turned cold, and at that moment, his palms wavered on the erhu.
Rumble! In the sky, terrifying thunderbolts appeared one after another, and then they were like a vast field of thunder, heading towards Wang Tengzhen.
"My erhu sound can communicate with thunder and lightning. It is magnificent and unparalleled. Take your time and taste it."
Nie You smiled.
In his opinion, Wang Teng will definitely regret it when he sees this kind of momentum.
However, Wang Teng's expression remained as usual. He took out the liuguangqin and played the nine-melody Yellow River Fall without saying a word.
Ho ho ho! Behind Wang Teng, a brilliant golden dragon appeared, covering the sky and the sun, and seemed to be able to burst the starry sky.
The endless thunder and lightning that fell down were all swallowed up by the dragon.
Wang Teng sat there cross-legged, invulnerable to all means, and no harm was done at all.
"You actually know how to bend the Yellow River?
Where did you get this music score?"
Nie You was finally completely shocked, with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape.
Nine curves of the Yellow River fall, this is a unique secret method of music, appearing in the most mysterious divine ruins in the universe.
According to legend, it is the boundary of the universe.
Even some of the most powerful gods in ancient times are extremely curious about it.
Wang Teng actually learned it, which is incredible.
Even he once yearned for the Jiuqu Yellow River.
"You don't need to know this. Your melodic skills are nothing in front of me."
Wang Teng just smiled indifferently.
Nie You's face instantly turned angry. As an emperor, he had an unparalleled status.
Being ridiculed is unforgivable.
"Now I'll let you see my true methods."
Nie You stood up, and a tyrannical momentum immediately burst out from him, sweeping around like a savage beast.
Some bones were blown away.
Behind him, a huge phantom emerged, just like him, but even bigger, a hundred feet long, like a god, accepting worship from all people.
