Chapter 147 147 Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission
Seeing the dark golden mana permeating Li Xiaoyao's right hand, exuding an aura of coldness and destruction, Yang Xiaoman's eyes were firm. Instead of being afraid, he looked straight at it bravely.
"Li Xiaoyao, you are the most cowardly and useless coward I have ever seen!"
Li Xiaoyao suddenly roared: "You little bitch, you dare to speak harshly when you are about to die!"
A thunder strike will kill you.
Hongyun Shaosi on the side deliberately stopped him and said with a smile: "Xiaoyao, don't worry, let's hear what this little sister thinks of you."
"You are no match for Sun Ning. The place you set to challenge is actually in this gorge that no one knows. You are killing innocent people like us. It seems so majestic, but in fact you don't even have the courage to see Sun Ning.
No! If my senior brother says you are inferior, it will hurt your ridiculous face and self-esteem."
"Li Xiaoyao, you will never be Sun Ning's opponent! If he doesn't come to challenge this time because he doesn't know the news, you should thank God for sparing you a life. On the other hand, if he comes, this line will be the path to your death, Li Xiaoyao.
land!"
Her little face was full of ridicule and sarcasm, and her words were sharp. Li Xiaoyao became furious after hearing this, his handsome face turned red, and he roared: "Bitch, shut up!"
Yang Xiaoman smiled coldly, held his head high and said: "Li Xiaoyao, come and kill me! Even if I turn into a ghost, I will kill you!"
As she said that, she closed her eyes.
But he thought silently in his heart: "Brother Sun Ning, where are you? Do you know that there is a big evil man here, who will put down his arrogance and challenge you, and will kill you?"
"You will definitely kill him, right? Avenge me, okay?"
"I really want to see you kill this thief with your own hands, but unfortunately, I can't wait any longer..."
"Brother Sun Ning, I'm really sorry that I didn't see you for the last time..."
The girl thought quietly in her heart that in these short ten days, she had experienced the most cruel things in the world, and she had matured a lot.
"He...can't kill you."
At this moment, a gentle and steady voice suddenly came from outside the valley and fell clearly into the ears of everyone in the valley.
Whether it's Feixianzi or Zhu Lingxuan.
Or Yang Xiaoman, when he heard this familiar voice, his delicate body almost trembled, and he looked out of the valley in disbelief. There seemed to be rustling footsteps, which were already very close.
Especially Li Xiaoyao, his whole face was instantly distorted by excitement and anger, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he roared: "Son Ning, you are finally here to die!"
"Yeah?"
The calm voice came out leisurely again, but this time it was no longer gentle, but filled with a sense of disdain and indifference, as if it was ringing in everyone's ears.
Li Xiaoyao said with a cruel smile: "You will know when I take action. Son Ning, why don't you show up yet? Aren't you scared to death by me, Li Xiaoyao?"
"Li Xiaoyao, Li Xiaoyao, you managed to escape from me last time. You should have found a bastard cave to hide in, maybe there was a glimmer of hope, but you still dared to walk around. In this case, today I will simply take your life.
life!"
The young man's steady voice came again. What was surprising was that this time, the voice seemed very distant, as if it was coming from a far away place.
Li Xiaoyao's face was livid, and he said solemnly: "Son Ning, I accidentally offended you last time, and today I want you to repay tenfold!"
"Yeah?"
The voice of indifference and disdain came again. Although it was not as close to my ears as before, it was much closer than before.
In his rage, Li Xiaoyao still didn't notice it, but the charming and snow-white face of Shaoshi Hongyun standing next to him changed his face.
"The Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission Technique! Sun Ning actually performed the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission Technique in Feixianyuan!" Hongyun Shaosi whispered, with a look of deep fear in his beautiful eyes.
When Li Xiaoyao heard this, he immediately frowned. He had calmed down from his anger just now and said in surprise: "He actually has such a method?"
As the name suggests, the art of sound transmission from a thousand miles away is to transmit one's own voice to the ears of others through huge mental power from a thousand miles away, or even further away.
It should be noted that even with thirty-level mental power, its detection range is only thirty miles.
Thirty-fifth level mental power, rumored to have a detection limit of three hundred miles.
As for exploring a thousand-mile range, it is rumored that the mental attainment must reach around the fortieth level.
This is just the scope of exploration.
To transmit one's spiritual voice from thousands of miles away would be much more difficult.
And whether it is a Nine Tribulation Master or a ninth-grade semi-saint, it is almost impossible for the mental power to reach level 40.
And the great saint is already a higher level of life. He can use the power of heaven and earth to activate the method of the holy realm to achieve the purpose of transmitting sound over a long distance, which is much better than transmitting sound thousands of miles away.
For some reason, the art of transmitting sound thousands of miles away is almost impossible to appear on ordinary days.
But just now, Sun Ning used the technique of transmitting sound from thousands of miles to everyone in the gorge. So at first, the sound was close to his ears.
Later, the sound suddenly became distant, and he was getting closer and closer to the place, so there was no need to use this method again.
"Why did Sun Ning use the Thousand-mile Sound Transmission Technique?"
Zhu Lingxuan, Fei Xianzi and others are still a little confused. They don't even know what requirements the caster needs to meet to use the thousands-mile sound transmission technique.
"This person is actually able to activate the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission. Is his mental power so strong that he is so strong, or is he secretly activating the magic weapon and deliberately pretending to be a Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission to make us throw a trap?"
Hongyun Shaosi and Li Xiaoyao's eyes met, and they both saw the confusion in the other's eyes.
Li Xiaoyao's eyes flickered for a moment, and he suddenly roared: "Sun Ning, don't pretend to be a ghost. Don't think that I, Li Xiaoyao, won't recognize you when you use something like the Eight-tone Conch, so why don't you get out of here quickly?"
"A few months ago, although Li Xiaoyao acted cowardly, he at least looked humane. After not seeing him for a few days, he became hysterical, as if he were mourning for his heir, which is annoying."
The young man's indifferent and mocking voice sounded again.
From the first moment when the young man's voice rang out, the eyes of Zhu Lingxuan, Fei Xianzi and Yang Xiaoman had been staring closely at the mouth of the valley.
Unlike just now where I could only hear his voice but not see his person, at the moment when the last words of Sun Ning's words disappeared, the figure in the valley flashed, and a majestic figure appeared.
A nine-foot-tall young man in a green shirt appeared in everyone's eyes.
The lines on his body seemed to be cut by a knife blade, and the proportions of his body were like the golden section. Just looking at his body shape, it looked like the most perfect work created by the world's most outstanding sculptor who spent his entire life.
But he walked lightly and had a heroic posture. He had an outstanding figure, as tall and straight as a pine tree. His black hair hung down on his shoulders, and his green robe was slow. His expression was indifferent, his temperament was aloof and cold, his eyes were as cold and bright as stars, and his face was as handsome as a god.
The moment he appeared, all the women's eyes were almost stagnant and obsessed with him. It was Sun Ning who had arrived. (To be continued)