Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death (3)
Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death (3)
In fact, the sound of this guzheng performance contains some of the mysteries of the realm above the imperial realm. If Xiao Yan listens with all his heart and feels it with his heart, he will benefit a lot and greatly shorten the time for him to realize the realm. You know, even though he has already
He has reached the saturation level at the peak of the Imperial Realm, but for the realm of the Intentional Realm above the Imperial Realm, if he only relies on his own hard exploration, I don’t know how many long years it will take to understand life and appreciate the various ways of the world.
A touch of it.
But now, there is a strong person who can fully interpret the mysteries of this realm for him. What a rare and great opportunity this is? But he treats it as just music to relax his nerves and entertain his body and mind. I have to say, this is very regrettable.
The remnant soul in the guzheng obviously did not expect such a situation. After a while, he sighed deeply and said to himself that he hated the iron.
"After waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, just when I thought I had been forgotten by time, I finally waited for someone."
"It's not easy to meet each other after ten thousand years of waiting. I thought that the person who can activate the mark of my soul is a destined person, who is destined to me, and who is destined to the music, and can solve my confusion, but I didn't expect that I will be greatly disappointed.
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"Hmph, a mere late four-star Dou Emperor dares to enter the third floor of the Wenxin Palace. In my opinion, it is extremely ridiculous. He is either too stupid or stupid, or he has the root of great wisdom, so I will test it with music. Who can
I know that not only is this kid not touched at all, but he regards my music as entertainment. He is simply a bastard and stupid person, and it is a complete waste of my mood."
By the end of the soliloquy, his tone suddenly took on a hint of anger.
The melody continued, as if there was not much change. One song ended and another started, one after another. It seemed extremely pleasant, but Xiao Yan vaguely felt that there were some subtle changes in the melody.
Just when Xiao Yan frowned slightly, gradually feeling that something was wrong but unable to explain it, the eighteen strings on the guzheng vibrated faster and faster, and gradually they could no longer distinguish the sequence, and the strings swayed like a layer of mist.
Shadow, Xiao Yan only felt that the worries in his heart were getting thicker and thicker, his chest was getting more and more stuffy, and he almost felt like retching. Waves of dizziness suddenly appeared in his head, as if he was being cut by a thousand knives.
"Hey, can you still resist? This kid doesn't seem to be useless. Although he is extremely stupid, his strength is still so-so. However, he can't hold on for a while." The remaining soul in Gu Zheng was slightly surprised, but his tone was still disapproving.
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How could the cross-border sound mixed with the angry emotions of the remaining soul in the guzheng be something that Xiao Yan's soul power at the peak of the imperial realm could withstand? As expected, Xiao Yan gradually couldn't resist it, and blood began to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and every pore in his body
Blood beads oozed out from all of them. The louder the sound of the kite, the faster the blood seeped out. Within a moment, Xiao Yan's whole body felt as if he had been soaked in a pool of blood.
Xiao Yan still hasn't figured out what happened. First, an extra guzheng appeared inexplicably in the sea of consciousness, and it played on its own inexplicably, and then the natural sounds gradually turned into soul-stealing songs. Everything
There was an unknown weirdness about them all. Xiao Yan, who couldn't figure it out, felt very unwilling. He twitched his face, gritted his teeth, and persisted with his unyielding will.
Chapter 111 The turning point between life and death (4)
It can be said that what is at stake now is will and time. If Xiao Yan can persist until the sound of the guzheng stops, the remaining soul in the guzheng may be less angry; if he cannot persist, Qu will die and everything will return to nothingness.
The melody was still playing happily, and Xiao Yan's delicate cheeks had long been distorted. He was holding on to the ground with both hands, and the blood gushing out of the seven holes flowed along his body to the ground, and then along the smooth ground to all sides.
It spreads away, and before the old blood dries, new blood covers it, spreading out a strong smell of blood.
While trying to mobilize the power of his soul to resist the pain of thousands of ants eating his heart, and at the same time thinking hard about what is going on, Xiao Yan has tried his best, his consciousness began to become blurred, and his originally straight body began to slowly...
Tilt to the side.
Although the tilt is extremely slow, if it goes too slowly for a long time, he will still fall. Once his body falls, his soul will collapse.
Time is running fast, and Xiao Yan's body has tilted over forty-five degrees. As long as the guzheng plays one more tune, Xiao Yan will probably fall to the ground.
"How can a four-star late-stage person be able to last for so long?" Gu Zhengli's remnant soul's tone finally rose and fell slightly, and a trace of thought trembled slightly, like a fine needle piercing soft cotton, penetrating into Xiao Yan's sea of consciousness without any obstruction.
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"It turned out to be a full soul power at the peak of the Emperor Realm. No wonder..." Upon closer inspection, the remnant soul in Gu Zheng suddenly became surprised, "How could a little guy in the late four-star stage have such an impressive power?"
In the soul realm, could this be a genius?"
"What level was I when I reached the peak of the Imperial Realm?" The remaining soul in the guzheng was thinking hard.
"If I remember correctly, I didn't reach it until the late six-star stage. This little guy only reached the late four-star stage? This is simply unheard of." The residual soul in Guzheng gasped, obviously shocked.
, and it took him a while to slowly regain his composure.
"However, if he is truly a genius, he must be someone with a meticulous mind and good at seizing all opportunities. How could he not have the slightest understanding or thoughtfulness about the music I played with my mind? What is going on?" Guzheng Li
The remaining soul is puzzling.
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In fact, this is something that the remnant soul in the guzheng never expected. Using the sound of the guzheng as a realm demonstration is an almost unique case in the Dou Emperor Continent. How could it be so easily understood? What’s more, Xiao Yan has complete understanding of the realm above the emperor realm.
I can't figure it out, I don't know what the concept is, and it's not easy to suddenly understand the sound of the guzheng.
"Forget it, after waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, finally here comes such a weird little guy, let's give him a chance."
As the remnant soul in the guzheng muttered to itself, the sound of the guzheng gradually stopped, and everything immediately became calm and calm. All the pressure suddenly disappeared, as if it had never been there. The guzheng floated quietly above the sea of consciousness.
Seems to be waiting for something.
Feeling that he had regained control over the power of his soul and the sea of consciousness, Xiao Yan ignored the joy of escaping from death and used all his strength to stuff a handful of pills into his mouth just before he fell.
, then his whole body fell to the floor, gasping for air.
After a long time, seeing that there was no movement from the guzheng, Xiao Yan patted his chest, secretly shouted a blessing, sat upright, and took the time to recover the fighting spirit and soul power that had been almost drained.
After a while, the night gradually thickened behind the guzheng, and thick clouds appeared in the sea of consciousness. There were signs of a storm coming, and the wind filled the building. Xiao Yan, who had recovered a little, used the power of his soul to condense into a little man staring at the sky.
Guzheng, I don’t know what its intention is.
"Don't ever do it again." Xiao Yan's face became darker and darker as the clouds darkened, and he prayed secretly in his heart.
Unfortunately, in this world, the more you fear something, the more likely it will come.
The eyes of the remnant soul in the guzheng looked through the body of the guzheng, looking at Xiao Yan's still confused expression with some complexity. A trace of contradiction flashed in his eyes: "But, to pin hundreds of thousands of years of confusion on a small
Is there really any hope for the wisdom of the young Emperor Dou? Or is it because time has worn out my patience and I am just seeking medical treatment in a hurry?"
"The road to fighting the emperor is so long. Even though it is rare for him to reach such a state with the power of such a young soul, after all, he still doesn't have much life experience. How much human feelings can he understand, and how many joys and sorrows can he understand?" The residual character in the guzheng.
Hun suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed to himself, a little hysterically, "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, I finally met someone who activated the mark of my soul and I have such contradictory thoughts. It seems that I am really old."
"That's all, let me be confused and give this pretty good little guy a reason to convince myself to accept his explanation."
"However, I can only give him this one more chance. If I am disappointed again, even if he is really a genius, I won't mind trying to kill him."
As the remnant soul in the guzheng sneered, the body of the guzheng suddenly rose up. As Xiao Yan looked up, it seemed like a small black dot faintly fused into the night clouds. The melancholy sound of the guzheng's strings sounded high in the sky, setting off waves in the sea of consciousness.
Thousand feet of wind and waves.
Xiao Yan suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted on the stone pillar in front of him, causing a cloud of blood mist.
"Damn, it's such an unreasonable disaster. Even listening to the guzheng can cause me to play a deadly song. My life is at risk this time."
At this time, Xiao Yan was almost in despair - he could no longer bear the previous Feng Yazou, let alone this indifferent voice that clearly revealed the intention of domination.
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After a clear sound, the guzheng floated in the air and stopped playing, but the pressure that spread wantonly was even more frightening.
"What a terrifying pressure. A remnant soul can exude such a strong aura. What level was this Emperor Dou in his lifetime? He couldn't be a nine-star one, right?" Xiao Yan felt that the whole world was spinning, and everything in front of him was spinning.
The blood that flowed into his eyes turned them bright red.
But the more powerful he felt, the angrier Xiao Yan became.
"After being alone for hundreds of thousands of years, you first couldn't bear to treat me as a listener, and you felt relieved. Then you didn't feel grateful. Instead, you treated me as an object to vent your grudges, venting your eternal hatred."
"Although I don't know where your hatred comes from, what does it have to do with me? Will the top Dou Emperor only vent his anger on his descendants and bully a low-level Dou Emperor? Are there people like you in the Wenxin Palace who only care about realm?
The guy who’s here to determine if he can answer the question?”
At this time, Xiao Yan was furious. He was going to die anyway. Even if the opponent's strength was beyond his ability to resist, he still wanted to question him.
Hearing that Xiao Yan actually dared to question himself like this, the anger of the residual soul that had planned to give Xiao Yan a chance rose up again. With a "Zheng" sound, the zheng music once again boomed into the sky, blowing up the sky-high waves on the sea of consciousness with the force of wind and residual clouds.
He yelled in an extremely hoarse voice——
"I know you are unwilling, but compared to my eternal resentment and eternal confusion, your unwillingness is nothing."
"What does it matter? What does it matter?..."
The voice kept reverberating over the sea of consciousness, with a hint of extremeness, and a faint hint of Senhan who was exhausted both mentally and physically, making Xiao Yan shudder.
What kind of knot in heart would one be willing to wait here for hundreds of thousands of years to solve the puzzle? Is it really that difficult to ask the question on the third floor of the Heart Palace? Xiao Yan started to think wildly, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
I kind of regret that I entered the third level recklessly.
If Xiao Yan heard the conversation between Zhen Ni and the leader of the Medicine Clan at this time, he would know that if the third floor of the Asking Heart Palace fails, the price will be extremely high, and the difficulty of the problem is not necessarily greater than that of the second floor - after all, one hundred people, one heart
It's hard to judge which one is difficult and which one is easy - I will definitely feel a lot more confident.
It's a pity that Xiao Yan didn't know this. He encountered this situation as soon as he stepped into the third floor, which left a deep shadow in his heart.
There was no way out at this moment. Facing this remnant soul who was an unknown level higher than himself, he could only take a gamble and see if he could win Gu Zheng's response. Xiao Yan felt that this was the only chance. He endured his desire.
With his brain aching, he raised his head and asked: "May I ask why senior has such grudges and is so confused?"