"Arrogant human boy." The demon servant possessed by Youyue Demon Canthus had a cold look in his eyes, but he said nothing. He wanted to kill the silver-haired young man in front of him, but he had to admit that this boy was really extraordinary.
This soul-shaking demonic sound wakes up no slower than these old monsters. It is obvious that this guy is only in the early stage of Yuanying, and his Yuanshen can already compete with these old monsters.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that Youyue Demon Cane was doing it. Even if you take action against these two human races, if you want to take revenge, you must at least find an uninhabited land. Otherwise, if you have a big battle, you will be killed by the others of the Golden Armored Corpse King.
The old monster took advantage, You Yue Mojue would not do such a stupid thing.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Qingcheng's murderous, cold, and confused eyes returned to clarity. Lu Xiaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his reaction was not slow. Xiang Qingcheng's soul was stronger than he expected. He would help him later.
There should be no problem. If it weren’t for Xiang Qingcheng, Lu Xiaotian would have considered himself to have a lot of tricks, but these old monsters he faced were all great monsters and old demons with extraordinary strength and many years of experience. Lu Xiaotian didn’t have much confidence, as he had one more item.
Qingcheng, once the strength becomes stronger, the confidence will naturally increase a lot.
"Let's go!" Xiang Qingcheng let out a long breath, as if he wanted to completely spit out the messy demon consciousness attack just now with Danghun Demonic Sound.
Lu Xiaotian nodded and saw that the Golden Armored Corpse King and his party continued to approach the Falling Demon Pond again, and the two of them followed suit.
At this time, the turtle, demon vulture, Youyue Demon Canthus, Fengxue Giant Demon Ape and Lu Xiaotian were not too far away from the Falling Demon Pond, but they could move at the same speed as ordinary people.
The closer you get to the Devil's Falling Pond, the demonic sounds formed by the screams and strange laughter of various demons on the mirror-smooth Demonic Pond are condensed into substance, gradually transforming into circles of ripples that spread out in all directions.
"The demonic sound appears! Why is there so much noise in the Demon Pond this time?" At this time, even the two big demons, the Demon Eagle and the Gugui, couldn't help but change their expressions, and the Golden Armored Corpse King also had an uneasy expression.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and drew forward, and a sword-shaped light shield blocked the front. However, the soul-shaking demonic sound only stagnated for a moment before passing through the sword-shaped light shield. Once the soul-shaking demonic sound broke out, it would be easy to
The means of fighting have no effect at all. And the area within hundreds of miles is like a pool of water. The soul-stirring demonic sound is like the water in the pool, and everyone is like the fish in the pool. No matter what methods they use,
There is no way to avoid the influence of the magic sound. Unless you leave this area in advance. At this time, even if you want to leave, I'm afraid it won't be that easy.
The demonic sounds filled with all kinds of negative emotions swarm into people's minds, directly killing the soul in an attempt to affect the mood of the soul. There is no need to directly kill the monk's soul, as long as it affects the other party's emotions*
Desire, cruelty, bloodthirsty, and depravity. Every monk has some weaknesses more or less. That is the Nascent Soul monk. Compared with those foundation building and even Qi monks, in the final analysis, they are just Yuanshen with more powerful magic power.
Just a few. But it is not without flaws. It’s just that the Nascent Soul monk has been practicing for so many years and has experienced more human relationships and intrigues. His mind is more determined and mature.
But this does not mean that there are no flaws to be found in the Yuanying monk. If you look at it from the perspective of the ancestor of the gods, the Yuanying monk is simply vulnerable, with flaws all over his body.
Lu Xiaotian thought he was very powerful, but under the influence of this soul-stirring demonic sound, he met Dongfang Yi, Luo Ping'er's fragrant and charming people, and Luo Qing's faint but lingering past, the result of meeting strangers.
The extremely bloody killings outside Danwang City. In addition, because he escaped from being chased by the Black Nightmare Ghost King, the entire Blood Lion City was massacred, and the entire Blood Lion City suffered no casualties. Even if the incident happened again, Lu Xiaotian would still make such a choice, which could lead to
So many monks died tragically, and Lu Xiaotian still felt a little guilty. This trace of guilt had been buried in Lu Xiaotian's heart, but at this time, it was brought out again by the soul-shaking demonic sound.
With the departure of the old friend of Lingxiao Palace, junior sister Su Qing has become the ghost clan’s sorrow...
One by one, one by one, like a fleeting glimpse, shuttled through Lu Xiaotian's mind.
When Lu Xiaotian came to his senses from the complicated emotions of the past, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat. Even the skirt of his clothes was wet.
"What a powerful soul-shaking demonic sound." At the last moment, Lu Xiaotian himself almost fell, but at this time, the demon-suppressing tower once again shone with Buddha's light, and the gentle bursts of Buddhist, Taoist and Buddhist singing were exactly what Lu Xiaotian had done when he was offering sacrifices to suppress the demons.
The mantra chanted while standing in the tower. The solemn and peaceful sound of the Sanskrit chant pulled Lu Xiaotian back from the edge of collapse.
After surviving the disaster, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel extremely happy. He also became more and more wary of the power of the Demonic Falling Pond. No real strong demons had appeared yet, but the demonic sound alone was already so powerful. I really didn't know what the Demonic Falling Pond was hiding.
What an amazing secret.
"No, Xiang Qingcheng!" Lu Xiaotian came to his senses. Even he was almost killed by this soul-shaking demonic sound, let alone Xiang Qingcheng, whose soul was weaker than his.
Lu Xiaotian looked intently and saw dark clouds covering Xiang Qingcheng's head. They were not really dark clouds, but the demonic miasma drifting from the Devil's Pond. In the darkness, there were countless invisible monsters that penetrated into Xiang Qingcheng's head.
Something is happening inside the body.
At this time, Xiang Qingcheng's white cloak had flown dozens of feet away, revealing his exquisite and beautiful face. However, in front of Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Qingcheng, who didn't know much, but was quite arrogant, had a complex expression.
With a gentle expression on his face, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deep into his flesh, and drops of bright red blood fell on the black ice.
"It seems that although Xiang Qingcheng is as cold as ice on the outside, he is actually a person with a story." Looking at Xiang Qingcheng's delicate face with two lines of tears falling down, Lu Xiaotian thought to himself, at least the other party is not what he seems on the surface.
The brilliance is endless.
Sensing Lu Xiaotian's prying eyes, the monster in the miasma above Xiang Qingcheng's head bared its teeth and claws to demonstrate at Lu Xiaotian. It seemed to be warning Lu Xiaotian not to meddle in his own business.
"Mias!" Lu Xiaotian scolded coldly, and pinched the magic formula with both hands. Sanskrit sounds came out from Lu Xiaotian's throat, obscure but peaceful. They turned into sound waves. Compared with the soul-shaking demonic sounds near the entire Falling Demon Pond, it was so loud.
The soul-demon sound was like the turbulent waves of the angry sea. However, Lu Xiaotian did not want to compete with the soul-shaking demon sound emanating from the entire Falling Demon Pond. He just wanted to rescue Xiang Qingcheng from the unfavorable state in front of him.
Lu Xiaotian formed a series of mysterious Sanskrit seals in his hands, forming countless Buddhist and Taoist silver ten thousand-character seals, gradually surrounding Xiang Qingcheng's body on all sides, preventing the soul-shaking demonic sound from further attacking Xiang Qingcheng. After a moment, one after another,
The ten-thousand-character seal almost wrapped up the space several feet around Xiang Qingcheng's body. The silver-gray Buddha light shone everywhere, Lu Xiaotian's throat beat, and the sounds of Sanskrit chants reached Xiang Qingcheng's ears.