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Chapter 352 The moment is eternity

After obtaining this biological information.

Megatron suddenly had an idea and secretly guessed: "Then can I use the innate ability of this parasite to steal the great leader's own excellent genetic fragments and then use them for my own use?"

Will refresh the original version later...

"Dududu...dudu...!"

Bursts of melodious, strange, and inexplicably joyful funeral music came from the black demon suona that was the leader's head.

The sound is loud and the rhythm is tight.

It's like having all-round stereo surround sound with no blind spots.

There was still a faint smile on his face. It looked like he was deliberately mocking and provoking others, and his expression was particularly unworthy of beating.

This means that he is the dark demon of happy emotions.

Behind him, there were six black demons divided into two rows, with different expressions, including anger, worry, sadness and fear.

Each is highly identifiable.

"Eh? This funeral vocal music is somewhat interesting...!" After listening for a moment, Wang Wutian's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He keenly sensed with his spiritual mind that these funeral music actually had their own mysterious laws.

Use invisible vocal sounds to communicate and blend the corresponding laws of the universe, thereby causing the laws to resonate.

As a result, the suona funeral vocal music curses the Taoist rhyme with a variety of strange laws that include "die after hearing it, force death, carry the coffin to the funeral, and transcend the afterlife".

The cheerful coffin-carrying dance they dance also has similar abilities.

However, the six demons use funeral dance to communicate the laws and cause resonance between the world and the world. They interact with the laws that resonate with the suona vocal music and comprehensively superimpose and amplify all its functions.

Using melodious funeral vocals and cheerful funeral dances, a realm of death curses specifically targeted at the three souls of living beings has evolved.

The black devil smiles, life and death are unpredictable.

Once the coffin is lifted, the world comes to nothing.

These six emotional black demons are in one body, carrying a pure white coffin together, dancing to the music, resonating with the rhythm and melody. They use the most solemn expressions to dance the most joyful funeral dance of carrying the coffin.

Let the dancing posture fly up and down, swing left and right.

The pure white coffin, which was held on the shoulders by six black demons, showed no sign of falling and seemed to be integrated into a whole body.

The gorgeous and strange patterns all over the surface of the coffin also shone with a dark light as the leading suona played the funeral music. The light flickered on and off, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and was extremely gorgeous.

Like the guiding lamp, guiding the way to death.

This is a professional funeral team.

It is also the incarnation of death.



It's just that Wang Wutian's own three souls have transformed into Yuanshen. Their essence is powerful enough and they are not afraid of the effects of these death curse laws at all. Moreover, Zhongli Hongyi also intends to control the death curse field to prevent it from having an effect on Wang Wutian.

Observe and feel for a moment.

Wang Wutian and Zhongli Hongyi conducted spiritual communication and communicated efficiently.

"Let go of your suppression of the Death Curse Domain. I want to personally experience the results."

"Don't worry about hurting me, I have cultivated my soul."

"Okay, but if there is anything wrong, remember to remind me immediately." Zhongli Hongyi reminded me seriously, and then took the initiative to release the suppression of the Death Curse Domain, allowing the domain to encompass Wang Wutian.

at the same time.

Wang Wutian felt that the environment around him had obviously changed.

In his spiritual perception.

The omnipresent, vague black mist of the curse completely surrounded him, like a living creature, frantically trying to get into his body.

But it was impossible to break through his spiritual defense.

The funeral vocal music echoing in the ears is like reverberating at the top of the world, burying the eternal years. It is magnificent and majestic, with a special Taoist charm of burying the sky, the earth, and all living beings.

The pure white coffin also underwent drastic changes under Wang Wutian's spiritual observation.

It can be called a top-level attack power.

"Furthermore, the death suona that plays funeral vocals and the soul-devouring funeral coffin are also a set of accompanying law artifacts, which have extremely obvious additional law curse bonuses for these related effects."

"Not only that, the death suona and funeral coffin can also independently absorb and absorb seven kinds of emotional energy from the outside world, as well as swallow and refine the three souls of life and the seven souls of yin, and carry out independent upgrades and transformations."

"It can also feed back and strengthen the body of the Seven Demons of Funeral and Hongyi."

Gorgeous and strange lines, like endless death snakes dancing.

They were intertwined and linked together, forming a special portal structure similar to the gates of the underworld, which exerted an inexplicable force on his soul.

Trying to pull his soul into that pure white coffin, refine it and bury it.

"Compared to his realm, the swallowing and pulling power is extremely strong and almost impossible to resist. But for my soul, it is ineffective and cannot be shaken." Wang Wutian sensed it carefully and came to a conclusion.

This kind of curse-like magical power of the Seven Demons can be said to be almost invincible in the same realm, and there are few means of defense and resistance.

Apart from these.

He also used his spiritual thoughts and contacted with law resonance to hear the meaning contained in the slightly weird funeral music.



His eyes signaled to Zhongli Hongyi that he could put away his funeral for the Seven Demon Gods.

"Shua...!"

The seven funeral demons, the death suona, and the funeral coffin all turned into strange black and white lights, which penetrated into the center of Zhongli Hongyi's eyebrows, passed through the brain, and entered the sea of ​​consciousness space inside the pineal gland.

The seven kinds of emotional energy from the outside world spontaneously converged into his sea of ​​consciousness, and were swallowed and absorbed by the seven funeral demons.

It's like practicing in a group and becoming stronger.

"Not bad, not bad...!" Wang Wutian smiled and said to Zhongli Hongyi: "The seven demons you built to bury the seven demons are amazing. It not only has magical power to attack, but also has a companion ghost weapon."

"The future growth potential is extremely strong and there is a lot to do."

"With the magical power of the "Seven Demon Art" general outline, you have developed something that surprises me."

"What about you? What type of seven demon powers have you cultivated?" Zhongli Hongyi asked curiously.

"I haven't practiced yet, so I don't know the types of the Seven Demons. But I have found other people to experiment with the Seven Demons Technique in advance, so you can rest assured." Wang Wutian smiled lightly, and then explored and discussed knowledge related to cultivation with him.

"In the world of musical instruments, the suona is the king. It either ascends to heaven or worships in the hall."

"A thousand years of pipa and ten thousand years of zheng, an erhu for a lifetime."

"When the suona sounds, the whole play ends."

"As soon as the music was played, the cloth was covered, and the whole village, old and young, waited for the food to be served. They walked and carried, and a white sky followed. As soon as the coffin was lifted and buried, relatives and friends began to cry."

"The firecrackers are ringing, the suona is blowing, the front is lifted, and the back is chasing."

“I didn’t know the meaning of suona when I first heard it, but when I heard it again, I was already in a coffin.”

"I have no ears to listen to outside affairs, and I only care about playing in the underworld. I have been high all the way to the Palace of Hell, and I have no love for the world since then..."


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