Xiao Yezhen fell to the ground, and the demonic energy around him dissipated, returning to his original appearance.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was pale.
He looked severely injured.
But the domineering aura in his body did not weaken much. He grinned at Long Xiaoshan: "It's really awesome, but as time goes by, I will come back to you again."
Long Xiaoshan looked indifferent and didn't care.
Not to mention the future, even now, Xiao Ye has not forced him to show his true strength.
How could he care about a loser speaking out bravely?
I saw Xiao Ye getting off the fighting platform.
The whole stand was getting more and more crazy.
Three consecutive wins!
It’s been three consecutive victories!
Even the famous magic sword Xiao Ye was defeated by Long Xiaoshan.
The only difference is that Xiao Ye forced Long Xiaoshan to stand up. In this regard, he was better than Mr. Li Yang and Ye Qingluan in front.
Not the same as the frenzy in the stands.
The atmosphere among the powerful Douluo people beside the fighting stage was a bit cold.
After Xiao Ye stepped down.
There was no strong Douluo who immediately followed the challenge. You must know that after Ye Qingluan's defeat, several strong Douluo's immediately came forward.
Obviously, they know better than those onlookers the strength that Xiao Ye showed just now. Even such a strong Xiao Ye was defeated. Can they get a deal if they step forward?
For a while, I actually fell into a blank period.
"Come on."
"I actually didn't dare to get on it."
The noise in the stands became louder and louder.
It's not a big deal to watch the excitement.
Suddenly, an extremely harsh and brain-piercing demonic sound came from the void, sweeping across the entire Douluo Arena, turning most of their faces into earth-colored faces, and the noisy voices suddenly stopped.
At this time, there was another figure on the fighting stage.
He has long brown hair and his face is shrouded in a gray mist of nothingness, making it difficult to see his specific appearance.
"It's Master Yaoyin."
"The true disciple of Da Luo Hun Sect finally appears."
In the previous scenes, he was not a disciple of the Da Luo Hun Sect.
And everyone knows that Long Xiaoshan killed everyone in the Douluo Arena because of the conflict with the Great Luo Hun Sect, and then stepped on the genius of the Great Luo Hun Sect to reach his current position step by step.
Therefore, Yaoyin's appearance is even more meaningful. This is the battle between Daluo Hun Sect and Long Xiaoshan.
It was Long Xiaoshan who continued to step on Da Luo Hun Sect and performed miracles.
Or will the Great Luo Hun Sect end this miracle?
At present, it is still unknown.
On the fighting stage, the battle broke out instantly, and in the void, the harsh and incomparable magic sound sounded. Those sound waves intersected in the void, they were everywhere and irresistible.
Even the dragon gang around Long Xiaoshan can't stop the sound waves from penetrating.
This is another form of attack.
It is the perfect combination of sound waves and soul magic.
In an instant, Long Xiaoshan felt that his mind was turbulent, and the terrifying demonic sound was raging in it. The six divine wheels shone. Long Xiaoshan clasped his hands together and fell into the void. An aura of great perfection and great freedom emerged from his body.
On the top of his head, divine power flows, and an Immovable King is born through visualization.
"Bah!"
King Ming roars fiercely, like a lion roaring in Buddhism.
The demonic sound that shatters everything that enters the body.
Long Xiaoshan has the three cultivations of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon. King Fudo is the first of the eight great kings of Buddhism and Esoteric Buddhism. He has the ability to remove obstacles and never waver when encountering any difficulties.
The angry image of King Fudo appears to make the evil spirits that invade all living beings fear and stay away, so that all living beings will not waver in their good thoughts and bodhicitta on the path of practice.
The evil sound that penetrates the brain is caused by evil spirits.
How could it be possible to shake the Dharma of King Ming?
"Om, ah, ah, ba, moo, hum!"
Long Xiaoshan pinched the Demon Subduing Seal with his hand and recited the six-character mantra. Golden Sanskrit words flowed out of King Ming's mouth, like golden lotuses reflecting the sky.
These golden lotus flowers are flying all over the sky.
Wherever you go.
All the demonic sounds were shattered.
There are more and more golden lotuses, and the demonic sound is constantly suppressed, covering the demonic sound from all directions.
Yaoyin's whole body was wrapped in golden lotuses. Suddenly, his eyes opened. Above the void, a huge magic piano appeared. Yaoyin's natal form was a piano.
The strings are playing, and gray sound waves cut through the world.
Even the six-character mantra was cut open.
Yaoyin jumped forward, his eyes bursting with light like stars. He flicked the fingers of his hands quickly in the void. The strings of the piano also fluctuated rapidly, and the sound of the piano vibrated between heaven and earth.
It’s different from the harsh magic sound just now.
The sound of the piano now is sweet, melodious, and refreshing, without a trace of evil and murderous atmosphere.
Therefore, the golden Buddha's sound cannot cause any destructive power to the piano sound.
The sound of the piano flows, and it seems that there are only those sounds left in the world. Everyone can get a different feeling when they hear the sound of the piano, and Long Xiaoshan is the same in the sound of the piano.
He returned to Longyang Village, a mountain boy who worked hard, crossed the mountain village, and became a student of a prestigious university. He was equally outstanding in school, and finally jumped into the dragon gate, married a rich girl from the capital, and became
Celebrities in Beijing.
Awake to hold the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of a beautiful woman.
A romantic life.
How happy.
In the blink of an eye, eighty years have passed.
Long Xiaoshan was lying on the hospital bed.
He is now a hundred years old, which is already the longest life for a mortal. Even though Long Xiaoshan has a fortune of hundreds of millions and enjoys the best medical care, he has now reached his end.
He also clearly felt that he had reached his end.
His descendants were surrounded by his bedside.
The youngest fifth-generation grandson can already call him grandpa.
Beside him, his wife has not aged. Although she is as old as him, she is still alive.
"Xiaoshan, go in peace. Don't worry, everything in Longmen will be fine." His wife held his hand tightly.
"Father."
"grandfather."
"Don't worry, everything is fine."
Long Xiaoshan watched all this with his cloudy eyes.
In this life, I got everything I wanted, including money and beauties. My family was harmonious, and I had filial sons and grandsons. Even when I was a hundred years old, when I was dying, I seemed to have no regrets when I looked back on my life.
What a perfect life.
Long Xiaoshan's breathing became weaker and weaker, as if he was about to pass away with satisfaction.
But at this moment, Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows suddenly lit up, his old face continued to transform, his white hair turned black, and his skin like dead wood regained its rosy luster.
In the horrified eyes of all the descendants, Long Xiaoshan slowly floated up, stepped in the air, and chanted: "Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, a dream that has lasted for hundreds of years, what a floating song. It's time to wake up, it's time to wake up."
Everything in front of me was like a dreamy bubble, dissipating as Long Xiaoshan sang.
In the dream, a hundred years have passed since Longxiao Mountain.
When he woke up from the dream, he was still standing on the fighting platform. Opposite him, Yaoyin's fingers trembled, Dang!
The strings are broken.
A stream of blood slowly dripped from the corner of Yaoyin's mouth.
His song "Floating Life" seems to have no murderous intention, but it is a masterpiece of his piano skills. It is invisible and controls people's soul. Even Long Xiaoshan almost got lost in the dream of floating life.
But after all, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual cultivation exceeded his imagination.
