The music seems to penetrate people's hearts.

The closer you are to that mirror-like lake, the greater the impact. Even if you stand at a very far distance, Ye Que's heart will pound wildly, and it seems that you will suddenly feel mixed emotions, and your whole person's emotions will become even more depressed.

Until the music penetrated deep into the spiritual sea of ​​the heart, I met the thirteen swords of the Spring and Autumn Mother and Child in Ye Que's body.

Chengren Jian first launched an attack, and then the sword of righteousness. In the blink of an eye, the music was shattered by thirteen spiritual swords, and Ye Que's emotions immediately returned to normal.

Looking at the white-clothed girl Hongdou, when she just heard the music, her footsteps were also paused, and then the oil-paper umbrella in her hand instantly emitted an ancient force. This ancient force was like a protective film, directly isolating the invasion of the music.

"Are you okay?" Ye Que rubbed his eyebrows and asked Hongdou.

"The little ghost sound cannot affect me, please take care of yourself." Perhaps because he was disturbed by the music, Hongdou's tone became more impatient than before.

After walking a few more steps forward, the scenery around Mingjing Lake finally came to your eyes.

There are less than a hundred people standing directly opposite the pavilion in the lake. I think everyone else has died on the way, from Jinshan Jewelry, to magic medicine, to lustfulness, and then to the secrets of martial arts. Along the way, it is definitely a very difficult test for these newly-entered practitioners.

If there is a loophole in the state of mind, you may be seized by this formation, take advantage of the opportunity and lose your life.

Therefore, there are already seven or eight out of ten practitioners who can get here.

Looking carefully at the edge of the lake, the group of people standing in front were almost all unfamiliar faces.

The number of disciples in Shushan is still the largest. Chen Qing was always standing in front, but at this time he changed to another young man with star-eyed and sword-browed eyebrows. The young man's eyes were solid and majestic. He stood among a hundred people with a feeling of standing out from the crowd. Behind the young man were eight men in black, all covered with their heads and faces. There was no sign of Shushan on his body, but he was standing in the team of Shushan.

Next to Shushan disciples is the Judgment Office, which is also quite large. After all, it is the strictest discipline among the Dragon Vein Imperial Tombs. It naturally has more temptation and resistance to formations. And who can guarantee that all the information circulating from the palace is true? This Judgment Office is not sure that it has some secrets that others do not know.

The team of the Judgment Office was always their deputy Si Ye, but now, a young girl with a long sword on her back was standing in front. Although she looked like she was completely coerced and completely unwilling to do so, she seemed to have suffered so much grievance.

"Li Jianqi?" Ye Que could see at a glance that the person standing in front of the Judgment Department was Li Jianqi. "How could she stand there? Could she be the member of the Judgment Department? No, even if she is the spy cultivator of the Judgment Department, she should not be the first in her capacity! When did Jingzhai and Judgment Department have such a good relationship?"

Opposite to the Judgment Office are the five major tribes of the demon clan, which obviously damaged many warriors along the way. Feng Xingmo's expression had turned into frost.

The other sects with relatively small populations, or small tribes of the demon clan, are scattered on both sides. Of course, the human race and the demon clan are still stationed in a scattered manner, which is clearly divided.

The sects with fewer remaining people are mostly unfamiliar faces standing in front at this time.

The reason is very simple. The disciples who are actually sent to compete for artifacts must be geniuses that the sect focuses on cultivating and taking care of, so they will naturally have better treatment. Even if they enter this Dragon Vein Imperial Tomb to search for treasures, they will not be like ordinary disciples.

And these people are also very proud people, they will compete with each other, and the speed of walking will naturally pull the large army away. If the Golden Palace had not been opened for a long time, these people would have searched everything here long ago.

There are thirty-seven musical instruments placed in the small pavilion in the center of the lake, and there are only seven or eight kinds of music playing.

As more and more people around the lake, more instruments joined the ranks of performances, the sound of the music suddenly accelerated and the rhythm became more and more extreme.

This music has the ability to charm people's hearts, and naturally all practitioners on the lake can perceive it.

For a moment, all kinds of magic weapons were sacrificed to resist the invasion of the music. At the same time, everyone began to look for a way down. But the lake was circular, and it was still a lake around it, and there was no obvious road to lead elsewhere.

Unless the passage is in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the probability is the greatest.

With a large number of sects, everyone works together, magic weapons and spiritual powers are superimposed on each other, and resisting the invasion of music sounds is naturally no problem, but some people seem to be a little lonely.

Ye Que saw Li Jianqi at the first glance, and the second glance, he saw Yan Ziyue from the Qingqiu Qidao Sect. However, at this time, Yan Ziyue seemed to be left with only one person, and there was no fellow disciple around him, nor did he have teammates from the temporary camp.

Li Jianqi has now stood in the team of the Judgment Office, what about the others? Where are Nalan Rongruo and the other disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen?

I looked around carefully, but I didn’t even see a picture of myself. Could it be that I had encountered an unexpected situation?

Ye Que felt a little angry.

It seemed that God sensed Ye Que's anger. Before Ye Que could get angry, the magic weapon in Yan Ziyue's hand shook to the ground, and his whole body began to tremble. After a moment, he started to cry in front of so many people.

Yan Ziyue's crying seemed to be just sobbing at first, and then slowly turned into a crying loudly, rubbing tears and snatching the sky and the earth, as if he had thought of something extremely sad. Tears covered his eyes, and others could not tell whether Yan Zi was really bitter or fake crying. The familiar few fellow practitioners of cultivation were really at a loss for a moment.

I have seen those who were beaten and those who were broken and cry, but I have never seen them. A practitioner cried so heart-wrenchingly in broad daylight.

The scene was a bit absurd for a moment.

What's even more strange is that while Yan Ziyue was crying, he wiped his tears, and slowly began to walk towards Mingjing Lake. Although his pace was slow, he was already standing by the edge of the lake and walked into the lake in a few steps. The others had no time to stop it.

The thin lake water slowly flooded Yan Ziyue's knees, then his waist, and finally his neck, but Yan Ziyue seemed to be completely unaware of it, just crying again and again, and the more he cried, the more sad he became. When the lake water finally submerged his mouth and nose, the crying finally stopped abruptly, and a series of dense bubbles began to vent from the lake.

Soon, the bubbles on the lake gradually disappeared, and a floating corpse slowly rose, his head facing the sky and face down.

The practitioner can originally achieve turtle breathing to a certain extent. If he is submerged in the water for a period of time, he will not be in danger of life. However, it is to run his true energy, protect his heart and use spiritual power to convert oxygen in the water to provide the body with absorption.

If you are like Yan Ziyue, drowning in the water and not having a trace of true energy fluctuation in your body, then there is no difference from a normal person. You will drown as well as drowning.

The music actually controls a person's mind and makes him drown in the water!

It’s like this lake that can eat people too!

For a moment, the people around the lake suddenly increased the protection of their magic weapons, and some small sects with low strength began to hide in the distance.

The further the distance, the less affected the music.

Just when Yan Ziyue died, several demon warriors in the demon clan could not resist Le Sheng's attack, their eyes scattered, and the magic weapon in front of them fell to the ground.

Feng Xingmo saw it and was anxious, "Come back for me, keep your mind tightly, don't be affected by the music!"

Holding a wisp of true energy, he rushed towards the demon warriors who had lost their minds, but there was almost no effect, and he did not stop stepping towards the lake.

The crying sounded again, louder and sadder than Yan Ziyue's voice.

The leader of the five major tribes this time is Feng Xingmo from the Feng tribe. Although he is born with a wolf species, he is a combat-type genius and is not good at resisting such mental and mental attacks. Feng Xingmo has no choice, so the other demon warriors are naturally even more helpless.

Demons are good at fighting, but they are indeed inferior to those of the cultivation sect in terms of spells.

"Useless stuff."

"Extremely stupid!"

"Are you watching your warrior die?"

Suddenly, a girl's voice came from behind the demon warrior.

Then I saw a strong man slowly walking out of the queue and walking towards the front step by step. With each step, his body shape would change slightly, his figure became thinner and thinner, his face became softer, and his hair began to change color, gradually changing from black brown to blood red.

When the man walked past Feng Xingmo, he had turned into a red-haired girl.

While walking, the girl casually broke a willow leaf from the willow tree by the lake.

After saying that useless thing, the girl never looked at him again, but just gently put the willow leaves to her mouth, and a crisp sound of the leaves began to sound.

When the sound of the Ye flute came into the ears of the charming warriors, their legs that were about to enter the lake immediately stopped moving. After three breaths, the dispersed eyes of these people began to gradually return to clear light, and after ten breaths, they woke up completely.

"Go back a thousand steps, the music keeps going. You are not allowed to approach this mirror lake anymore." The girl gave the order casually, looking as if she was taken for granted.

The demon warrior who had just woken up did not realize what was going on, and subconsciously looked at Feng Xingmo.

"Who are you?"

"Warriors of which tribe?"

"When will you be allowed to issue orders here? Haven't the elders of the tribe taught you the rules?" Feng Xingmo looked at the red-haired girl with a cold face. As the leader, she was actually compared by a little girl. No matter what, she would never have a good face.

"Which tribe? I don't belong to the tribe." The red-haired girl whispered.

"Since you are not a warrior from the five major tribes, you will not have the say. Don't think that it's great to know some mental methods. You are too young, so retreat quickly." Feng Xingmo's tone was already very impolite. If it weren't for the reason that this girl's method might be useful, according to his temperament, he would have slapped him with a long time ago, so how could he say these nonsense?

"You asked me to retreat?" The red-haired girl frowned slightly and looked at Feng Xingmo.

"How many soldiers have died since entering this Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum? If it weren't for your command error, would it be all that? I haven't cured your sins yet, so you're going to let me retreat. Who gave you such courage? Are you crazy?"

Seeing Feng Xingmo seemingly speaking wildly, the red-haired girl said a little bored, "My name is Nan Fengxiu, I'm at the fifteenth."

Nine words, ordinary people listen to it as a very ordinary self-introduction, but when they hear it in Feng Xingmo's ears, they feel like they are struck by lightning!

(The first update today.)
Chapter completed!