Xiao Ye fell to the ground, and the demonic energy around him also dissipated, returning to his original appearance.
Blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth and his face was pale.
It looks very injured.
But the domineering aura on his body did not weaken much. He grinned at Long Xiaoshan: "It's really amazing, but the day is long, I will come to find you."
Long Xiaoshan looked calm and did not care.
Not to mention the future, even now, Xiao Ye has not forced out his true strength.
How could he care about Yan Yong, a loser?
I saw Xiao Ye get off the battle stage.
The whole stand became more and more crazy.
Three consecutive victories!
Has won 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 get up. In this regard, he was better than Young Master Li Yang and Ye Qingluan in front of him.
Unlike the fanaticism of the stands.
The atmosphere of the strong Douluo people on the side of the Fighting Battle Platform is a bit cold.
After Xiao Ye stepped down.
There was no strong Douluo who immediately followed the challenge. You should know that after Ye Qingluan was defeated, several strong Douluo people immediately went up.
Obviously, they knew better than those spectators that Xiao Ye had shown just now. Even Xiao Ye, who was so strong, was defeated. Can they come forward and get it?
For a moment, I actually fell into a blank period.
"Go up."
"I don't dare to go there."
There was a growing noise in the stands.
Watching the fun is not a big deal.
The extremely harsh brain-piercing demon sound suddenly came from the void, sweeping across the Douluo Field, making most of them look like earth, and the sound of clamoring came to an abrupt end.
At this time, another figure appeared on the battle stage.
Long brown hair, face shrouded in the fog of nothingness, and it is impossible to see the specific appearance clearly.
"It's Lord Yaoyin."
"The true disciple of Daluo Soul Sect has finally appeared."
In the previous few games, I was not a disciple of the Daluo Soul Sect.
Everyone knows that Long Xiaoshan is killing all directions in Douluo Field because he has a conflict with the Daluo Soul Sect, and then he has stepped on the genius of the Daluo Soul Sect step by step and reached his current position.
Therefore, the appearance of Yaoyin is more meaningful, which is a battle between Daluo Soul Sect and Long Xiaoshan.
It was Long Xiaoshan who continued to step on the Daluo Soul Sect and staged a miracle.
It is still the Daluo Soul Sect that ends this miracle.
At present, it is still unknown.
On the battle stage, the battle broke out instantly, and in the void, an extremely harsh magic sound sounded. The sound waves intertwined in the void, everywhere and irresistible.
Even the dragon energy around Long Xiaoshan cannot stop the penetration of sound waves.
This is another form of attack.
It is a perfect combination of sound waves and soul art.
In an instant, Long Xiaoshan felt the terrifying demon sounds raging in it, the six divine wheels shone, Long Xiaoshan clasped his hands together, fell on the void, and the aura of great perfection and freedom appeared on his body.
On top of his head, divine power flowed, and a wise king was born by visualizing it.
"Hao!"
The roar of the Ming King is like a Buddhist lion.
The magic sound that broke all the body.
Long Xiaoshan has the three practices of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons. The Unmoved Ming King is the head of the eight Ming Kings of Buddhism Tantra. He has the intention of clearing obstacles when encountering any difficulties and is not shaken.
The unmoving king showed an angry image, causing the evil demons that invaded sentient beings to fear and stay away, so that sentient beings will not shake the bodhicitta of good thoughts on the road of practice.
The demon sound penetrates the brain, which is for evil spirits.
How can it be possible to shake the Dharma image of the Ming King?
"Om, well, ni, ba, moo, hum!"
Long Xiaoshan pinched the demon-subduing seal with his hand and recited the six-character mantra. The golden Sanskrit flowed out of the mouth of the Ming King, like golden lotus flowers reflecting the void.
These golden lotus flowers are flying all over the sky.
Wherever you pass.
All the demon sounds were shattered.
There are more and more golden lotus flowers, and the magic sound is constantly suppressed, covering the magic sound from all directions.
Yao Yin was wrapped in golden lotus flowers. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and an extremely huge magic zither appeared in the void. Yao Yin's natal magic image was a piano.
The strings are played, and the gray sound waves cut the world.
Even the six-character mantra was cut open.
The demon sound rose up, and his eyes burst out with star-like light. His hands and ten fingers quickly played in the void. The piano soul magic image also fluctuated rapidly, and the piano sound vibrated between heaven and earth.
It's different from the harsh magic sound just now.
The sound of the piano now is pleasant and melodious, and it is filled with people's hearts without a trace of evil killing.
Therefore, the golden Buddha 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 the same goes for Long Xiaoshan, in this sound.
He returned to Longyang Village, a boy from the mountain village, worked hard, and stepped out of the small mountain village, becoming a student of a prestigious university. In the school, he was as outstanding as he finally jumped into the dragon gate, married a rich lady from the capital, and became
Celebrities in the capital.
Wake up and hold the power of the world, and lie drunk on the beautiful knees.
A romantic life.
How happy.
In a blink of an eye, eighty years have passed.
Long Xiaoshan was lying on the hospital bed.
Now he is a hundred years old. For mortals, this is already the longest life. Even if Long Xiaoshan has billions of wealth and enjoys the best medical treatment, he has reached his limit.
He also clearly felt that he had reached his deadline.
The bed was surrounded by his descendants.
The youngest fifth-generation grandson can already call him grandpa.
Beside him, his wife did not grow old. Although she was as old as him, she was still alive.
"Xiaoshan, go with peace of mind, don't worry, everything in Longmen will be fine." The wife held his hand tightly.
"Father."
"grandfather."
"You can rest assured, everything is fine."
Long Xiaoshan's turbid eyes looked at all this.
In this life, you get anything you want, money, beauty, family is equally harmonious, and your son is filial and virtuous, even when you are dying and you are dying, you don’t seem to have any regrets when you look back on your life.
What a perfect life.
Long Xiaoshan's breathing became weaker and weaker, as if he was about to leave the world 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 dead-wood-like skin returned to its rosy luster.
In the horrified eyes of the descendants, Long Xiaoshan slowly floated up, stepped in the air, and chanted: "Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, a great dream for a hundred years, a song of floating life, it's time to wake up, it's time to wake up."
Everything in front of me was like a dream bubble, dissipating as the chanting of Long Xiaoshan.
The Dragon Hill in Dream has been a hundred years.
When he woke up from his dream, he was still standing on the battle stage. Opposite him, Yaoyin's fingers trembled, when!
The strings are broken.
A stream of blood slowly flowed out of the corner of Yaoyin's mouth.
His song "Fusheng" seems to have no murderous intention, but it is his masterpiece of piano. Invisibly, he controls people's souls, and even Long Xiaoshan is almost lost in the dream of Fusheng.
But in the end, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual cultivation exceeded his imagination.