"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng..." As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the piano sounded again, this time with five consecutive notes.
The playing of these five notes confused the minds of many masters, and even the ferocious beasts in the True Emperor Realm had a trace of confusion in their eyes.
The notes dissipated between heaven and earth, disrupting the space. The rumbling sound became more intense, like the sound of the destruction of heaven and earth.
The attack power of the masters of various races can only be used at a tenth or two, and they cannot break the golden light curtain at all.
"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng..." The sound of the piano was played continuously. Every time the strings were plucked, a note would dissipate between heaven and earth, as if it resonated with the rules of heaven and earth.
The spiritual energy within a thousand miles radius gathered rapidly and gathered above the void. The spiritual energy rolled violently, as if it was arranged according to certain rules.
The wind blows, flying sand and rocks, the sky and the earth are dark, and green Sunda winds form. The wind is mixed with hailstones. Each hailstone is like a hidden weapon, full of great power. If you look carefully, you will find
All these hailstones are basically solids condensed by spiritual energy.
"Ah..." Several screams rang out, and several masters of the real self stage who were not strong-minded were confused by the sound of the piano and fell into it. They were directly injured by hailstones and exploded.
These people were directly attacked by the energy generated by the hail explosion and were seriously injured.
The other masters were not much better. They were all suppressed by the sound of the piano and could not exert their original fighting power. Now facing these terrifying hailstones and Xunfeng, they had no time to attack Yuwen Zhouyuan and his party. They evaded awkwardly.
With.
"Crack..." The sound of the piano continued, and from the nine heavens, a bolt of lightning descended, and a real-self master was directly chopped into a stick of coke.
This flash of lightning was just a precursor, and then, one after another, lightning fell down.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The mountains trembled, the entire remaining world was shaking, and deep pits were formed on the ground. Except for Yuwen Zhouyuan and others, all the masters from all races were running away frantically.
The energy in the sky and the earth was turbulent, and Xun winds were blowing. Their movements were severely restricted, making it impossible to escape.
Yuwen Zhouyuan, who had already recovered to about 7788, opened his eyes. When he saw a doomsday scene, he was shocked and speechless, although he knew from the records in the heavenly book that the "Slaying God Song" was powerful.
Incomparable, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.
In less than thirty breaths, more than fifty real-self peak masters died.
Yuwen Zhouyuan cast his eyes on Yang Liuqing, his face changed, and he secretly shouted, "Not good."
At this time, Yang Liuqing's eyes were tightly closed, and beads of sweat were pouring out on his forehead, each one shining like pearls. Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that this was a sign that his spiritual consciousness had been exhausted.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan did not deliberately check the five major divine songs, he still understood some basic information. Once the divine songs are played, they will not stop until they are finished.
Now Yang Liuqing's condition is extremely bad. If her spiritual consciousness is not replenished, her blood essence and even her lifespan will begin to be drained.
It's no wonder that "God-Slaying Song" is so powerful, it consumes so much spiritual power.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped out in front of Yang Liuqing, stretched out a finger and touched her eyebrows, and a pure divine consciousness entered Yang Liuqing's sea of consciousness. Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly tried, he did not know this kind of
Is the method feasible?
When Yu Wen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness came into contact with the dim and almost shattering sea of consciousness in Yangliuqing's sea of consciousness, a huge suction force was generated, and streams of spiritual consciousness entered Yangliuqing's sea of consciousness.
At this time, there was a sudden loud noise in his head, as if something was broken. He seemed to have entered another world, a world of memory, the world of Yang Liuqing's memory.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at Yang Liuqing's life from the perspective of a bystander. His life was so long that he didn't even know which world he finally emerged from.
In Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart, he felt that time was extremely long, as if he had really spent his whole life with Yang Liuqing, but in reality it was only a moment.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that a channel appeared in his own sea of consciousness and Yang Liuqing's sea of consciousness. This channel connected the two seas of consciousness together. It was extremely strange, and streams of spiritual consciousness flowed from his channel.
It went in, and then flowed out from the channel in Yangliuqing's sea of consciousness, pouring into his own memory.
I don't know what happened, but at this time Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that his spiritual consciousness was a little more powerful than before, and the memory in Yangliuqing's sea of consciousness also returned to normal, and his spiritual consciousness was restored to one-third.
Yuwen Zhouyuan retracted his fingers. At this time, he no longer needed the power of his spiritual consciousness. Which channel in the sea of consciousness was enough to check. While thinking about which channel, he looked at the doomsday scene in front of him.
A series of extremely powerful lightnings fell down, and the masters of the True Self stage of all races tried to dodge wildly, while screams and shouts kept ringing out.
Gradually, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt dizzy. He concentrated his mind and looked around, only to see that his spiritual consciousness was rapidly decreasing, and soon only one-tenth of his spiritual consciousness was left.
Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly ran the "Creation Chaos Technique" to convert the surrounding aura of heaven and earth into divine consciousness.
The sound of the piano continued, and the hearts of the masters of all races were filled with fear. This is the power of heaven and earth! The power of heaven and earth is infinite. It has never been said that any master can compete with heaven and earth. A trace of regret rose in their hearts. If they had known this,
Son, you should have killed that woman first just now.
At this time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan was complaining in his heart. The playing of "Mu Shen Song" was simply sucking blood! He had already consumed half of his true energy, but his spiritual consciousness was still being extracted.
As soon as "The God-Slaying Song" came out, the world was in turmoil, and the terrible doomsday scene seemed to be able to destroy the gods. Lightning flashed down like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and bursts of Sunda wind blew by, carrying destructive power and terrifying
The attacks are continuous, one wave after another. This is the power of heaven and earth.
The masters of all races suffered a devastating blow. Under the terrible power of heaven and earth, they could not escape from this mountain. One of many masters lost their lives, and other masters were seriously injured. I believe that if they persist for half a stick of incense,
All the masters in this world will perish.
At this time, a few notes of "God-Slaying Song" were played. This was the end, and there was not much Qi left in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body.
"Poof..." Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Yang Liuqing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the veil was dyed red. Yuwen Zhouyuan's body was shaken and he was also severely injured. At this time, not only did he consume too much spiritual consciousness
, even the true energy is not much left.
"Liu Qing, how are you? Is it okay?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked with concern. Everyone who had fully recovered also looked at Yang Liuqing with concern.
"I'm fine. I just forcibly stopped "The God-Slaughtering Song" and I suffered a backlash. I believe I'll be fine after a while of rest." Yang Liuqing shook his head and said. Yu Wen Zhouyuan took out a small bottle of Ten Thousand Years Resurrection Spirit Liquid and put it into her mouth.
Then he took out another healing elixir and fed it into her mouth to restore her body.
"Forcibly stopped? Isn't it possible that the music of "God-Slaughter" hasn't been played yet?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked as he took out the elixir and swallowed it in his mouth.
"No, this is just a short section. I conservatively estimate that I will not be able to play the "God-Slaying Song" completely until the late stage of the True Emperor Realm. Ahem...even only by becoming a True Immortal can the power of the Divine Comedy be truly unleashed!
Yang Liuqing explained and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
After listening, Yu Wen Zhouyuan was shocked. He didn't expect that "Mu Shen Song" had not been played yet. He really didn't know what it would be like to play it completely. When he thought of playing it completely, Yu Wen Zhouyuan's body trembled.
But it costs lives!
It consumes so much spiritual consciousness before the playing is finished. If the playing is finished, who knows how much spiritual consciousness will be needed. This is simply unsustainable.
At this time, despite the huge consumption, Yuwen Zhouyuan still held on, because who knew whether those masters would return to deal with him.
When "The God-Slaying Song" was suspended, the world returned to calm in an instant, as if everything just now was just a dream, but the corpses and blood all over the mountains and plains told the masters of all races that this was not a dream, but a reality.
A real disaster.
Of the more than 200 true self-stage powerhouses, less than fifty survived at this time. Those who survived were all seriously injured without exception. The group of ferocious beasts also suffered heavy losses. Those who followed this ferocious beast of the True King Realm came here.
There are not many ferocious beasts left.
The peaks within a radius of a hundred miles are bare, without a trace of green, as if they have turned into deserts, with many deep pits formed, filled with destructive power.
At this time, seeing that the world had returned to normal, these masters had only one word in their minds, and that was to escape. The farther away the better.
Of course, some people who had retained some strength turned around and looked around. When they saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan and his group, with their faces full of glory and full of energy, they speeded up and fled towards the distance, for fear of being killed by Yu Wen Zhouyuan and others.
catch up.
This was a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives. Yuwen Zhouyuan and his party actually killed more than a hundred strong people in the True Self stage. This was an unprecedented loss and it simply killed the younger generation of this generation.
of many hopes.
Each of them had this scene deeply engraved in their minds. In addition to fear, they felt fear, which seemed to have been condensed into a shadow in their hearts.
After seeing them escaping, Yuwen Zhouyuan let out a long breath. If those masters came and continued to besiege everyone regardless of their injuries, they would probably be in trouble.
Although his mana had been fully replenished, due to the huge loss of his spiritual consciousness, Yuwen Zhouyuan became dizzy, staggered, and almost sat down on the ground. Fortunately, Ice Snow Lotus supported him in time.
"Thank you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said gratefully with a forced smile, and then leaned on Bingxuelian's body. He didn't mean to take advantage, but his body was weak, dizzy, and his eyelids were heavy. He wanted to sleep well.