After Xuan Mu pulled out his spiritual consciousness from the jade slip, he began to think. The jade slip also introduced the magic sound in the entire forest, saying that this magic sound is a process that disciples must experience.
If you are not careful, you will have to endure bursts of heartbreaking pain.
Of course, before entering, the ancestor said that if you can't bear it anymore, you can open the jade slip and return to the teleportation array, and you can teleport back to the sect.
After reading the jade slip, Xuanmu murmured: "The jade slip does not include any instructions on how to resist this demonic sound. What should I do?"
Just after his words came out, he saw his eyes suddenly light up and said to himself: "What will happen if we don't resist this magic sound? Is it just like the resistance on the giant sword peak of Miaoyin Sect, can it be fused?"
Xuanmu kept thinking in his mind, and after thinking for a long time, he finally decided to give it a try. He tried hard to recall the rhythm of the sound, and began to play on the Yulan Qin. The sound of the piano sounded, and time gradually passed.
The wind sounded again, blowing the bamboo and making a sound that was neither a flute nor a flute. As soon as the sound came out, Xuanmu felt dizzy.
At this time, he was extremely shocked by the sound, because the sound was indeed much stronger than the sound attack spell he was casting now. He was thinking about what kind of effect it would have if he could use this magic sound? I believe it would be with him.
Monks of the same level will no longer take him seriously.
As Xuanmu listened gradually, the pain in his heart gradually dissipated. The strange sound gradually entered his ears.
The wind was still blowing, and a strange and strange sound came out of the bamboo that was riddled with holes. This sound entered Xuanmu's mind, and not only did his head not feel the splitting pain that it had initially.
Instead, he memorized these sounds in his mind.
After more than three hours passed, the sound of the wind dissipated. The magical sound emitted by the bamboo also gradually dissipated.
Xuanmu also slowly opened his eyes at this time, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and began to play with the strings with his right hand. The sound produced by the strings was different from the magic sound produced by the bamboo. But
These sounds are 50% similar to the demonic sound.
Therefore, after he played this magic sound, all the oriole birds in the sky would gather here, chirping and flying in response to the sound of the blackwood strings.
Xuanmu looked at this scene, looking thoughtful. He murmured: "Could it be that the holes in the bamboo were made by monks?"
As soon as he murmured, the doubts in his eyes quickly dissipated, and he nodded firmly and said: "It should be so, otherwise, how could this magic sound be made by nature?"
A few days later, Xuanmu finally completely imitated the magic sound produced by the bamboo, but the effect he played was not very satisfactory. So he slowly stood up and continued to run towards the west.
go.
Presumably, Li Mo and the Shen brothers and sisters were also suffering from the severe pain in the trial place at this time, right?
It is introduced in the jade slip that this is the primary secret realm, and the surrounding is the intermediate secret realm. There are four openings leading to the intermediate secret realm in the four directions of the southeast, northwest and northwest of this primary secret realm. There is a huge stone in front of these openings.
It is engraved with **.
One day passed again. On this day, the wind blew suddenly, and the bamboo leaves swayed, making a rustling sound. There was a hint of weirdness in the sound. Xuanmu felt a chill in his heart, and he was obviously a little surprised. Then,
He heard the strange voice of the skylark, and the rhythm of the voice of the skylark was extremely strange.
At this time, Xuanmu had an extremely surprised thought. If the magic sound made by the bamboo was man-made, then how to explain the strange sound made by the skylark and the bamboo leaves?
The sound sounded, and a green light flickered in the bamboo leaves. Then, the strange sound made by the skylark in the sky gradually distorted the air around it. The most strange thing was the sound. This sound was not a magic sound, but a strange sound.
There was an extremely strange sound. After hearing the sound, everything in his mind seemed to have stopped.
Xuanmu just listened in a daze, his eyes blank. After being stunned for a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. At this time, there was nothing in the sky. There was only an empty sky.
"Why is this?" Xuanmu murmured, constantly thinking about the strange sound in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out what the sound was like.
Xuanmu sat down cross-legged, with the strange voice echoing in his mind. Gradually, he showed a hint of understanding. Then he saw his hands starting to play on the Yulan Qin. He was just
I tried to pluck the strings, although the strings made bursts of sound. However, it was obviously different from the sound of the skylark's cry.
After thinking about it carefully, he then tried to wave the strings.
As time passed quickly, he had been sitting cross-legged here for five days. He finally captured all the scales of the sound. Then he was seen moving his hands continuously. The whole song was extremely
Smooth, without any stagnation.
Although Xuanmu didn't understand how this tune came from the cry of the skylark, he knew very well that the sound was quite strange. It could make those who heard it confused for a moment, and this confusion was extremely important during battle.
Applicable.
After the song ended, he slowly stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and continued towards the west.
This time he did not walk fast, but walked and listened carefully to the sounds in the forest. Because he already knew that the sounds in the woods were very strange and wonderful. If he understood them carefully, he would gain unexpected results.
Ten days later, Xuanmu appeared in the westernmost part of the primary secret realm. He was wearing white clothes and standing on a huge boulder. In front of him was an extremely huge boulder, which was more than thirty feet high.
There are many strange musical notes and some words carved on the boulders.
Xuan Mu looked carefully and saw that he could recognize many of the words on the boulder, and he could also recognize most of the musical notes. However, if he combined these words with the musical notes, he was at a loss.
"What is written on this boulder is not music score, nor is it a **? What on earth is this?" Xuanmu thought for a long time but could not figure out what the words on this boulder meant.
Half an hour later, Xuanmu stopped thinking and quickly took out a useless jade slip from the storage ring, and then tried to use his spiritual consciousness to rub the runes on it into the jade slip. But when he
Halfway through the rubbing process, the musical notes on the jade slip disappeared strangely. Xuanmu looked at it, his brows instantly wrinkled, and he couldn't help cursing: "Idiot, what do you mean?"
His voice echoed in the empty valley, and no one could answer him. He had no choice but to imprint the note on the jade slip again with his spiritual consciousness. But after he just imprinted it, he only saw the note.
It twisted and spun in an instant, and then quickly disappeared.
"My God, could this be a test of my patience?" Xuanmu showed an annoyed look again. He could only continue to imprint the note towards the position where it originally disappeared. However, no matter how Xuanmu used his magic
He recognized the imprint, but the note just couldn't be imprinted. He looked tired, and slumped on the ground, muttering to himself: "What the hell is this, what kind of ghost note is it? I wasted an hour, and it turned out to be the imprint."
Not going up."
An hour later, the sky gradually darkened. Xuanmu's consciousness loss gradually recovered. This time, he did not imprint the note immediately, but carefully examined the huge stone in front of him again.
I checked both the top and bottom of the boulder with my spiritual sense, but I couldn't see anything strange.
After thinking for a while, he imprinted the words and notes on the jade slips one by one according to the words and notes on the boulder. Still unable to imprint the notes on the jade slips, he frowned tightly for a long time. After that, he simply
Skipping the note, he continued to imprint the words. However, he suddenly discovered that not only were there no abnormalities in these words, but there was also some faint light flickering.
After he imprinted all these words on the jade slips, he began to imprint the notes. The notes were imprinted very easily, which surprised Xuanmu. After thinking for a long time, he could not think of a reason.
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Just as he was imprinting the last note, a clicking sound came from his hand, and the jade slip unexpectedly shattered at this moment.
Xuanmu frowned at this scene, obviously still a little unexpected. With a look of regret on his face, he once again took out a brand new jade slip that had not been engraved with anything, and began to brand it again according to the method of branding the jade slip just now.
He got up. As his consciousness was consumed, his head suddenly felt dizzy.
He kept shaking his head, gritting his teeth and imprinting the last note on the last jade slip. There was still a click, and the jade slip once again shattered into pieces.
Finally, Xuanmu sat on the ground with a dejected look on his face. His eyes were sharp and he stared coldly at the boulder in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he did not continue to look at the boulder, but slowly sat up cross-legged to meditate.
Time gradually passed, and it was not until the next morning that Xuanmu slowly opened his eyes. This time, he still did not give up. He took out a jade slip and continued to write it on the jade slip according to the method last time.
Imprint these words.
"Crack", the sound sounded again, and Xuanmu roared immediately, with a look of annoyance on his face. "Fuck you, sir, can't you even imprint such a few simple notes?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fragments of jade slips in his hand fell to the ground one after another. He looked at the boulder in front of him and fell into deep thought. His right hand couldn't help but stroke the boulder.