In the next half month, three more people came one after another.
One of them is from the human race, and even two of them are swordsmen from the underworld.
This day!
Suddenly a loud and cheerful sound resounded throughout the sky.
The laughter contained the soul-attacking technique, and everyone was awakened by almost laughing together.
Someone jumped up from the ground in anger, and was about to get angry, but when he saw the instigator, his neck shrank, and the anger disappeared, revealing a smile:
"Congratulations to Kun Mingzi, you must have learned a lot this time!"
This person praised with his mouth, but secretly cursed in his heart: This beast had an epiphany himself, so he ignored the others present and abruptly pulled him out of the state of enlightenment.
Of course! This person just thought about it in his mind and would not dare to say it to his face no matter what.
At this time! An untimely voice sounded: "Who is that laughing maniacally? Where did you come from as a dog? Kill yourself! Don't let me kill you!"
The person who spoke was a tall and thin middle-aged man from the Abyss Sword Territory. At this moment, he was looking at him coldly, with a violent light in his eyes.
Just now, he was on the verge of enlightening a supreme soul method and was in the final stages of deliberation. If this person hadn't woken him up just now, he would have had a 90% chance of completing the enlightenment.
And the most important thing is that before the soul method was actually born, he had a hunch that it would definitely be the most powerful back-up move in his history.
But all of this, as this person forcibly shocked him out of the state of enlightenment, the opportunity to see the hand disappeared. When he looked for it again, the feeling of "enlightenment" no longer existed. This completely
Made him lose his mind.
This man yelled, and Kun Mingzi, who had been laughing just now, suddenly turned gloomy.
He stared at the man.
Gray flames suddenly ignited around the man, followed by a shrill scream.
The ashes burned the god, and the man let himself go and screamed, his voice rising to the sky.
Only a dozen breaths passed, and the screams suddenly stopped. The man was as stiff as a bamboo pole, and he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.
There was no trace of burning on his body, the ashes burned his soul.
"This is...rootless fire...soul-burning flame!" A sword cultivator from the Nether Clan said with a trembling voice.
Li Kezhou also woke up at this time, and felt a shiver in his heart when he saw that Kun Mingzi, who was feared by the sword cultivators of the Nether clan, used this strange method for the first time.
Although he didn't face it head-on, with his powerful soul power, he could still clearly sense the evil and tyranny of the fire just now, which was a truly soul-shattering method.
In terms of domineering, it was even three points stronger than the "soul-burning and dirty fire" he encountered back then.
The human body cannot refine the fire of the earth evil for one's own use, so there is only one possibility. This fire is probably the person's innate companion. In addition, this person has one eye and two pupils, so he has obviously practiced some kind of evil pupil technique.
Just as he was thinking, Kun Mingzi turned his head and looked towards him with a half-smile.
"You don't have to be afraid! I will let you live a little longer so that more people can witness how I, Kun Mingzi, awakened the dragon spirit and received the gift from the Dragon of the Tomb!"
When he got excited, he raised his hands in the air and laughed.
Li Kezhou looked at him expressionlessly.
But when others heard his words, they suddenly became uneasy.
"What! Could it be that...he wants to use the dragon calling flute to sacrifice to the dragon in the tomb?"
"That must be the case! Since he said so, he must have a dragon-calling flute in his hand, but ordinary people have no chance of blowing that thing..."
As soon as a person said this, his body trembled violently because Kun Mingzi looked at him.
The man changed the topic and said quickly: "Of course, ordinary people have no possibility of playing the dragon-calling flute, but the one who got the dragon-calling flute today is Kun Mingzi. There is no natural reason why it should not be played!"
"Hahahaha..." Kun Mingzi looked up to the sky and laughed.
As soon as the laughter died down, a wooden flute appeared in his hand.
Li Kezhou could see clearly that the one in this man's hand was almost exactly the same as his, which also verified what Xue Ninglu said, there was more than one dragon-calling flute.
Kun Mingzi stepped up to the altar.
The entire altar was shrouded in a powerful pressure. No matter how strong Kun Mingzi was, every step he took would seem difficult.
There are nine levels in total, which is only nine steps, but Kun Mingzi walked for a long time. Every step he took, he was suffering from stronger oppression.
He finally walked up to the altar, faced the tomb dragon statue in front of him, raised the dragon-calling flute in his hand, took a deep breath, and started playing with all his strength.
A "whimpering" sound like the wind started to sound.
"It's ringing! It's really ringing..." Someone lowered their voice and screamed.
"This is natural. Who is Kun Mingzi? If he can't play the dragon-calling flute, is there anyone else in the entire underworld who can play it?"
"That's right! It can even be predicted. There will definitely be more than just one sound."
Almost as soon as this person's voice fell, a second completely different voice sounded again.
This sound is desolate and ancient, and the listener can only think of two words, that is, distant.
"Second voice!"
"Look!"
Someone suddenly screamed.
From the Ten Thousand Dragons Pit, streams of dragon energy flew out, overwhelming the sky and flying towards where everyone was.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, dragon energy entered the mouth of the tomb dragon statue.
Kun Mingzi continued to blow.
As soon as the second voice fell, the third voice sounded.
This third sound was vaguely like a dragon's roar.
At this time! More dragon lairs and more dragon energy flew from all directions, and without exception entered the mouth of the tomb dragon statue.
The huge mouth seemed to be a bottomless pit, swallowing endlessly. No one even knew where the swallowed dragon energy went, because it was just a statue in front of them.
Xue Ninglu turned slightly sideways and whispered: "The Dragon Summoning Flute has a total of nine sounds, and each three is a threshold. The first three sounds awaken the dragon's energy, the middle three awaken the dragon's spirit, and the last three
What was awakened, no one knows yet..."
"How many sounds have the dragon summoning flute made at most?" Li Kezhou asked.
"Since endless years, as far as I know, six types! This record appeared hundreds of years ago and came from a man from the Dawn Clan."
"Dawn Protoss?" Li Kezhou was suddenly startled.
This was not the first time he had heard of this name, and as far as he knew, this former royal family among gods had been destroyed. The Cross Dragon-Severing Technique he practiced was said to be derived from the Sword of Dawn.
Of course! He only heard about this and didn’t know if it was true or false.
Just as the two were talking, a fourth sound sounded from the dragon-calling flute.
This time, the voice began to become sharper than before.
If the first three sounds are the drum beating before the battle, then the fourth sound is the real sound of charge.
The sound lasted for a moment, and then a few dragon souls flew out of the Ten Thousand Dragons Pit, passed over everyone's heads, and entered the tomb dragon's dark mouth again.