Chapter 1379 The Music of the Piano Against the Enemy 4
The raindrops fell on them and penetrated into their bodies. This rainwater contained terrifying dissolving power, and it was dissolving from the inside out.
First of all, the bones were all softened by the terrible force of the raindrops, like tofu, unable to support the entire heavy body.
Then came the internal organs. The internal organs of the masters of the Scale Horn clan seemed to be like ice and snow, all melted, they were seriously injured and their breath was dying.
This rain contains a trace of the rules of heaven and earth. This is a destructive rule of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth is endless, and it is simply not something that ordinary mortals can resist.
The rain fell with extremely destructive power, and almost all the masters of the Scale Horn Clan in this world were injured to varying degrees.
The dense rain was still dripping, and many experts from the Scale Horn clan were melted into nothingness from the inside out by the strange power of the rain. Of course, those who died were only the weaker ones.
In the late stage of the True Emperor, the masters at the peak of the True Emperor used their overwhelming strength to block them all. In the middle stage of the True Emperor, the masters at the beginning of the True Emperor only suffered minor injuries, which was nothing serious.
The other masters of the Scale Horn Tribe united together and formed small groups to block the rain that made them tremble with fear.
The sound of the piano is no longer melodious, no longer the kind of melody that makes people empathize and make people feel sad, but a reminder of life, the funeral song of life.
The power of Mie Xianyin was certainly terrifying, frightening many experts from the Scale Horn Clan, but the consumption was too great. At this time, cold sweat broke out on Yuwen Zhouyuan's forehead, and Yang Liuqing's face turned pale again.
At this time, the spirit infants in Yuwen Zhouyuan's sea of consciousness were also languishing, as if they were about to collapse. The spirit infants condensed over a period of time would be destroyed in one day.
"Keep your mind, I'll help you." Just when Yuwen Zhouyuan was worried and didn't know what to do, a voice rang in his ears. It was the voice of Fairy Xingyue, and a faint spiritual thought rippled around him.
"How can you help?" Yuwen Zhouyuan sent out a wave of confusion.
"There is a special power in your body that can quickly integrate the special power in the spiritual infant, and use you as the carrier to transfer the power to her." Fairy Xingyue said in a calm voice.
After hearing Fairy Xingyue's words, Yuwen Zhouyuan understood a little bit and felt relieved.
"Okay, don't force yourself." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
In an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt a force coming through space, directly condensed into a crescent shape, and imprinted on Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyebrows. Yuwen Zhouyuan did not stop him and let him do whatever he wanted. He knew that Xingyue
The fairy will not harm him.
When this crescent moon was formed, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that there was a vague connection between himself and Fairy Xingyue. At this time, Fairy Xingyue was still in Dengzhou City. She wanted to rush over, but it only took a moment.
time.
At this time, an extremely pure power surged out from the crescent-shaped brand and entered Yuwen Zhouyuan's sea of consciousness. After a series of transformations, it was transformed into his own power in a moment. He did not store it and input it directly into
Yang Liuqing's body.
The power that Xingyue Fairy poured in was extremely pure, cool and icy, just like the essence of the moon.
The power provided by Fairy Xingyue is so vast that it seems like an endless river, flowing inexhaustibly.
It seemed that Fairy Xingyue's power was extremely terrifying. With the addition of her power, both of them recovered a little. The power that burst out from each note was even more terrifying, and the curling tune seemed to be falling from the sky.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng..." The melody was melodious, shaking the heaven and earth. The black clouds were rolling violently, and thunder and lightning were swimming in the black clouds, as if something was brewing.
Like rain with strange power, it still falls, as if it is the water of death, which makes people feel scared.
"Zheng..." The tune changed again, the way of heaven is ruthless, and there are no years of practice, with a deep regret, bloody killings, and heavy sadness.
"Swords and swords are reflected in the rivers and lakes, and the world is full of blood and hatred. Corpses are piled up, and solitary graves are crowded, leaving desolation and sadness all over the ground. The road is like a song, and life is like ants, singing the song of the funeral...
The world has been prosperous for three thousand years, and I have cultivated to achieve immortality, but I still cannot escape my fate. I have fought for thousands of years, buried a love affair, and buried this pride..."
The melodious and sad song sounded, with a touch of indelible sadness. It was the heroic spirit buried for the ages, and it was the eternal spirit.
The tunes and songs shook the whole world, shaking the souls of all living beings in this space. The black clouds rolled, and the electric snakes in them swam around, condensing into thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket.
Thunder and lightning fell down one after another. This was the power of destroying the world. Every lightning contained terrifying power. Nearly a hundred members of the elite team of the Scale Horns were chopped into charcoal. They were completely black from the outside to the inside.
A trace of life fluctuation exists.
Some others had their skin torn open and their bodies were seriously injured.
At this time, the rain disappeared, and before the people of the Scale Horns could breathe a sigh of relief, pieces of snowflakes as crystal as jade fell down, with a kind of sadness and desolation. Each snowflake contained terrifying power. This was the burial
All power.
"Ah ah ah..." Countless screams rang out, and the body of a famous Squamous Horn Clan master rotted, as if he had been buried deep underground for thousands of years, and the musty and rotten smell emanated.
, this is the power brought by those falling snowflakes.
People with low cultivation level directly turn into a handful of dust. Dust returns to dust and returns to dust. It comes from nature and returns to nature.
This is a terrible scene, as if it is a punishment coming from the sky. This world is like a dark night, with thousands of thunderbolts falling from the sky densely, each time they fall, they will take away a large number of lives.
The ice and snow are like frost, burying everything in the world.
The tune is constantly changing, with an incomparable and bloody atmosphere, a bit similar to the tune of House of Flying Daggers, tight and murderous.
Accompanied by a tone full of killing and bloodshed, the thunder and lightning above the nine heavens turned into weapons. There were many kinds of weapons, and there were several figures in the haze.
Looking from a distance, it looks like heavenly soldiers and generals are descending to prevent this killing, and they also seem to be helping the human race to kill evil spirits.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked. The experts on the human race showed a hint of joy on their faces. They knew that the 99th Chapter was saved and the elite team of the Scale Horns was going to suffer a disastrous defeat.
"What kind of tune is this? It's so powerful and terrifying. Fortunately, she exists. Otherwise, this battle will definitely be a disastrous defeat."
"This seems to be the Immortal-Destroying Sound among the Five Divine Comedies. I'm lucky enough to have seen a piece of lyrics recorded in ancient books."
Compared to the excitement on the human side, the young people from the Scale Horn Clan and the secret masters all had extremely ugly faces. They wished they could kill Yang Liuqing into countless small pieces, and they also wished they could kill all the Yuwen Zhouyuan in the team.
People beheaded and killed.
"It seems that our elite team is finished. What should we do now? Without this team, it will be difficult for us to retreat safely, let alone invade the territory of the human race."
"That person is the one who caused the trouble. No matter what the price is, he must be killed. This stumbling block must be kicked out." A young man said with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"That's all for the future. What should we do now?" Another young man said with a worried look. The elite team of the Scale Horn clan was doomed to be defeated. If they don't find a way, I'm afraid they will be disgraced.
When he returns, his face will definitely be disgraceful and he will be laughed at by his tribe.
Everyone else fell silent, thinking about how to solve this problem.
Mie Xian Yin is indeed one of the five divine songs. Its power is like a punishment falling from the sky. It is very terrifying.
With the support of Fairy Xingyue, the Immortal Extinguishing Music was played smoothly. The tune was extremely smooth and had a strong murderous aura.
The golden horse and the iron horse swallow up the sky, and the boundless power sweeps across everything, destroying everything, burial means burying everything, the cursor prefix represents grass, the bottom radical is like a platform, and there is a death in the middle.
This word, this meaning can also be understood as, below the grass is death.
If you think about it further, you can think of it as a tomb. Graves are originally a symbol of death. The power contained in snowflakes can make people decay. Unlike the power of time, it is the decaying power of people buried in the earth.
The snowflakes filled with the aura of death condensed into countless thunder weapons filled with destructive power, all of which were terrifying attacks.
This kind of attack makes all living beings in this space tremble in their hearts.
Seeing a famous scale-horned master being rotted and killed by the thunder condensed into weapons, with blood flowing and broken limbs falling, everyone felt the fragility of life.
Cultivation is not easy. Hundreds and thousands of years of hard training have come to nothing today. Life is like this. It doesn't care about the results, it only cares about a process, a brilliant and glorious process that the world will remember forever.
"...after seeing all the spring flowers, rivers and moons, the ups and downs of the world, and the dream of mirror flowers and water moons, it is all in vain." The sound of killing burst out with the last high-pitched note, paused slightly, and then became extremely slow, with
The melody of reminiscence slowly flowed out, and his singing voice sang along with the melody.
The empty word drag is extremely long, and the last note is also very long. The singing and notes slowly echo and disappear in a very rhythmic manner, giving the feeling of a long and thin stream.
The eternal song, the dreamy divine song, ended, and everyone had endless aftertaste. Their hearts were a little heavier, a little more vicissitudes of life, and a little sad.
The dark clouds above the nine days gradually dispersed, and the sun shone brightly, making everyone feel extremely dazzling. Although the light was bright, it still could not dispel the haze caused by this battle.
This unprecedented battle was extremely brutal. The 99th Chapter lost about a thousand people in total, and the Scale Horns suffered the most heavy losses. In total, they lost almost 60,000 masters.
Especially the loss of the elite team of the Scale Horn clan was a heavy blow to the Scale Horn clan. The elites of 5,000 people actually lost more than 4,000 people. It was terrifying and shocking. It was worthy of the Immortal Mie, burying everything, burying everything.