A ethereal dragon roar echoed between heaven and earth.
Dragon souls flew out from the dragon's lair one after another.
Unlike Kun Mingzi who had awakened several dragon souls before, the number in front of him was so large that it was impossible to count.
But it can be seen that most of the dragon's cave is still silent, and only one third of the people are awakened in front of them. But even so, everyone who saw this scene all dropped their jaws to the ground in shock.
"Impossible! How could this happen?" Prince Yongye said to himself as if he had lost his mind and was in a daze.
Kun Mingzi's face was like the bottom of a pot, and his fists clenched making a crunching sound.
In a sense, the dragon-calling flute is a tool to test a person's qualifications and heritage. The more sounds it plays, the higher the qualifications and the deeper the heritage. There has never been an exception since ancient times.
Since then, the scene in Kun Mingzi's eyes undoubtedly showed that this boy from the human race was more than a step ahead of him in terms of qualifications and background, which he simply could not accept.
"The fourth tone? You really gave me a big surprise! I never thought you could compare with me." Kun Mingzi whispered to himself.
Suddenly he smiled: "But nothing is important anymore. When the gift from the Dragon of the Tomb appears, I will take it away, whether it is treasure or your life."
He was smiling and talking to himself when his expression suddenly changed.
Because just as the fourth note fell, a fifth, completely different sound sounded.
It is a kind of soul-shuddering sound, desolate and ancient, melodious and deep, giving the listener the illusion of being out of the body.
"The... fifth kind of sacrificial sound!" Someone's mouth opened wide in shock and he muttered to himself.
Prince Yongye was also speechless. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was opening and closing, and he didn't know what he was mumbling.
As the fifth tone sounded, the number of dragon souls in the Ten Thousand Dragons Pit suddenly doubled, and dragon souls finally flew out of some previously silent dragon lairs.
It can be clearly seen that the dragon soul that appears later is more powerful than the previous one.
"Quick! Stop him! We can't let him continue to blow..." I don't know who shouted hysterically.
"No one is allowed to act rashly!" Kun Mingzi's face was gloomy.
His expression changed uncertainly, and he stared at Li Kezhou on the altar: "Today I want to see how many notes he can play."
Xue Ninglu, who was under the altar, was no longer calm. She looked at the altar, her face flushed with excitement.
(The fifth sound of the sacrificial flute! It seems that he still has some energy left. Playing the sixth sound should not be a problem. Such a result is already comparable to that of the Dawn God Clan hundreds of years ago!)
As soon as the fifth sound fell, as Xue Ninglu expected, the sixth sound sounded in a subtle way.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
No one spoke anymore, everyone stared at the altar.
As the sixth tone sounded, the dragon soul was finally awakened in the dragon's lair that was finally silent.
The dragon souls flying out of these dragon lairs were ten times more powerful.
For a moment, the sky was filled with flying dragon souls, coming from all directions, and the scene was thrilling.
"This should be his limit!"
"Historically, the sixth note has been the limit. No one has ever been able to play the seventh note. No one even knows what the seventh note awakens!"
When a person was whispering to himself, the sixth tone fell, and the voice suddenly stopped.
Everyone was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The sixth note is indeed his limit. It is impossible for him to create a miracle and become the first person in history to play the seventh note."
"Look! This idiot is still playing. He's obviously not strong enough, and he still wants to daydream and play the seventh sound."
Someone finally found an opportunity to laugh and laughed loudly.
But Li Kezhou did not stop there and continued to blow, even though everything had calmed down.
Seeing him not giving up, Xue Ninglu felt a flash of surprise in her heart.
Because she could tell that Li Kezhou still had some energy left, but the strange thing was that he still had some energy left but couldn't play the dragon-calling flute, which made her feel a little unusual.
Suddenly! She seemed to have thought of something, and her face suddenly changed: "Could it be the legendary..."
She was too frightened to finish her words.
"Sixth Tone! Very good!"
Kun Mingzi smiled coldly: "It's really exciting to see what kind of treasure the Dragon of the Tomb will give you, but no matter what it is, it will be an opportunity for me, Kun Mingzi."
As he was talking to himself, his smile suddenly froze and his eyes turned pale with horror.
I saw runes flying out from the Ten Thousand Dragons Pit one by one.
The runes were obscure and complex, shining with a strange light, and disappeared into the body of the dragon statue in the tomb.
"This is... the sound of great sound!" Xue Ninglu cried out.
None of the people present had simple backgrounds. When they heard these four words, they took in a breath of cold air.
The unbridled taunts just now, like a duck being strangled by the neck, were all silenced for a moment.
"Is the legend true? The sound of the great avenue has no sound, or it cannot be heard by human ears, but needs to be understood!"
"Is this the seventh note of the Dragon Summoning Flute?"
Everyone looked at the densely packed runes that flew out of the Ten Thousand Dragons Pit and were imprinted on the body of the tomb dragon statue one by one. They flashed and disappeared. They were only shocked by the unknown power in their hearts.
Human ears cannot hear sounds, so naturally they cannot distinguish them. Now we come to the third kind of sounds.
A stick of incense passed by.
A sudden change occurred at the altar.
The huge dragon sculpture standing on the altar suddenly began to tremble violently.
The altar was torn into pieces, and Shilong opened his eyes.
The tomb dragon stone sculpture unexpectedly came to life. The stone wings gathered around its body suddenly stretched out and flew high into the sky. The sky darkened, blocking out the sun.
"The tomb dragon stone sculpture...is actually alive! What on earth is going on?"
Everyone's hearts and minds were trembling, feeling the power of the dragon coming from the nine heavens. Some people even shivered, their legs were shaking, and they looked at the stone dragon in the sky in horror.
As the instigator, Li Kezhou was not expecting this sudden change. He was equally horrified in his heart as he looked at the huge stone dragon that covered the sky and the sun.
Shilong went up to the sky for nine days, then suddenly turned around and lowered his head to look down at everyone.
Everyone could clearly see that two strange runes were shining in the stone eyes.
A ray of rays of light came out of Shilong's mouth, and the rays of light fell from the sky and enveloped Li Kezhou.
His body was out of his control, he stretched out his hands, and with a flash of light, a domineering "war halberd" appeared in his palms.
This halberd was so heavy that Li Kezhou had the power of a dragon. The moment he got it, his body was dwarfed by the pressure and almost fell to the ground. With his quick eyesight and quick hands, he took advantage of the situation and put the object into his Qiankun Sleeve.
After gifting the weapons, the stone dragon waved its claws, cracked the void with a hiss, dived into it, and disappeared from the eyes of everyone below in the blink of an eye.