A series of brighter red hairsprings appeared in the flames. These hairsprings twisted and danced with the sound of the piano, as if there was an extremely huge force in the bright red hairsprings that pulled these hairsprings tightly into a ball.
Then I saw the flames gradually compressing into a ball under the tension of the hairspring. As these flames gradually merged, they turned into a billowing stream of flames and appeared in the sky. Looking at a line of red flames across the sky
Xuanmu smiled. This was his first attempt to understand the fourth song, and he had succeeded.
The success of the fourth song means that he has another spell that can shock his opponents. Although he most wants to master the eighth and ninth songs, those two songs are too difficult for him.
It is almost impossible for him to reach the sky.
Thinking about the dense lightnings in the sky, his eyes showed longing. If he could comprehend that song, not to mention a top-level Nascent Soul cultivator, he could kill even a hundred of them with one strike.
Because the speed of lightning is inherently fast, and it is densely covered with lightning, its power is self-evident.
There is also the technique of group thunder in the ninth song. One of the thunder balls is enough to kill a top-level Nascent Soul monk. If the power of group thunder is gathered together, wouldn't it be possible to be invincible in the entire second heaven?
These are just what Xuan Mu thought about. His right hand quickly pushed on the seven strings of the Yulan Qin. The seven strings played, and a stream of flames stretched across the sky and burned the sky red. At this moment, he suddenly moved towards
Rush into the vast sea.
For a time, the water level in the entire vast sea dropped rapidly. A series of strange and harsh sounds immediately sounded from the sea water.
When Xuanmu heard the voice, he frowned. His consciousness quickly swept towards the sea, only to find that many plants in the sea were swallowed up by the flames and burned to powder. Fortunately, there were no monks under the sea water.
, otherwise, he will have to create a lot of murderous karma.
After collecting the Jade Lan Qin, he quickly walked towards the cave.
Three months is neither long nor short.
On this day, a Confucian scholar in white appeared in this sea area again. Fang Yu had arrived in this vast sea country a few days ago, but he had never found where Xuanmu and others were. He searched for several people in the sea area.
I found this island on the same day.
As soon as his consciousness swept away, he suddenly discovered that there were monks living on the island, because he had already discovered a huge bamboo courtyard. To his great surprise, in front of the bamboo courtyard there was a piece of paper with the words "Wonderful Sound" hanging on it.
Zong's plaque.
With a flash of his body, he flew towards the place where the Miaoyin Sect was. When he arrived in front of the bamboo courtyard, Fang Yu did not enter directly, but sat down cross-legged in front of the courtyard. His consciousness swept over and he frowned.
.Then he showed a look of joy and flew towards a cave.
Xuanmu was sitting cross-legged in the cave, meditating, when a faint fluctuation of spiritual power caused him to open his eyes. After a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he quickly stood up and headed towards the outside of the cave.
"Senior Fang... why are you here? Come and sit in this junior's simple cave." Xuanmu said as he led Fang Yu into the cave.
"You kid, you've made me Fang Yu hundreds of years old by calling me one after another." Fang Yu said with some dissatisfaction.
"Haha..., in the eyes of the younger generation, you are always the senior." Xuanmu said with a smile.
"How are you thinking?" Fang Yu sat down somewhere in the cave and looked at Xuanmu expectantly.
"Junior has thought about it. As long as senior finds it useful to get junior's place, junior is willing to go through fire and water for senior." Xuanmu said with a smile. No one knew what he was thinking. However, now he has practiced the fourth song, and with the help of
He has four of the Nine Divine Musics and his killing sword. He has no worries about Fang Yu.
"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Fang Yu immediately showed an uncontrollable smile and said, "Then when should we set off?"
"Three days later." Xuanmu said with a smile and pointed out three fingers.
Hearing Xuanmu's words, Fang Yu finally felt relieved, and began to talk to Xuanmu about some daily matters. Among them, Xuanmu asked the most about the relevant news within the Yinyuan Sect. There were also some previous news about Fang Yu.
Things to do while practicing within the Yin Yuan Sect.
Three days had passed at this time. Three days later, all the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect headed towards the Yin Yuan Sect with their own magical weapons and some necessary items.
Ten days later, the main peak of the Yin Yuan Sect was crowded with people and bustling with activity. This was because it was the day when Xuan Mu succeeded the twenty-first head of the Yin Yuan Sect. On the day of the succession of the head, such a great day would naturally involve a large number of activities.
Celebrating.
However, within the entire Yin Yuan Sect, there are very few people who are truly happy. Not to mention many low-level Nascent Soul monks who cannot figure out how this evil obstacle who killed the ancestor of the Yin Yuan Sect became their leader. And those high-level monks cannot understand.
, many people among the upper-level Nascent Soul monks were also dissatisfied. They were talking in low voices in the square, all wondering why that kid could sit in the position of leader.
After Master Lu was killed by Xuanmu with a sword, everyone coveted the position of master, but no one had the ability to ascend to the position of master.
What they never expected was that a monk with an upper-level Nascent Soul cultivation level would take the position of leader. When Xuanmu slowly walked up to the leader's seat, a pair of eyes filled with jealousy
Staring at Xuan Mu.
There was a look in his eyes that wanted to gouge out Xuanmu's eyes, tear Xuanmu's body to pieces, and refine Xuanmu's Yuanying into Yuanying Dan.
A pair of vicious eyes were all reflected in Xuanmu's eyes. Xuanmu glanced mockingly, and a faint cold light emitted from his eyes. This cold light swept over the upper-level Nascent Soul cultivators as if they were real.
While scanning, these monks, who were of the same level as Xuan Mu, all felt a chill in their hearts.
All the upper-level Nascent Soul monks were silent, because the cold light had already shown that the strength of these monks was absolutely incomparable to Xuanmu.
Under the look in Xuanmu's eyes, those high-level Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but think of Head Lu and Ancestor. They didn't know how Xuanmu killed the Ancestor, but Xuanmu was
They could really see how they killed Master Lu instantly.
With just one sword strike, Master Lu disappeared from this second heaven where all living beings in the mortal world look up to him.
Master Lu has been cultivating hard for so many years, at least more than thirty years in the first heaven, and more than fifty years in the second heaven. He has cultivated for nearly a hundred years, but he was cut down by Xuanmu's sword.
Kill, and all the cultivation bases will be destroyed in one fell swoop. Thinking of this scene, all the high-level Nascent Soul cultivators no longer dare to underestimate Xuan Mu.
"Is this our new leader?"
"It is said that he was the one who killed the two top Nascent Soul Stage cultivators in Baicao Valley."
"So powerful? This is only the upper-level Nascent Soul cultivation level. If you reach the top-level Nascent Soul cultivation level, wouldn't your strength be able to dominate the second level and look down on everyone?"
"Is it true that you are an upper-level Nascent Soul cultivator? We still have one step left to reach the upper-level Nascent Soul cultivation level."
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Thousands of Yin Yuan Sect disciples were staring at the young monk in white who was sitting at the head position.
Among these disciples, there were two women dressed in blue brocade and velvet clothes. One of the female cultivators wore a blue butterfly hairdo. The woman stared at the young man in white in surprise, her mouth wide open in disbelief.
He said to an ordinary-looking female cultivator next to him: "This person? How could it be him?"
"Yes! Heaven is unfair." A male disciple quickly interjected after hearing what the female cultivator said.
The ordinary-looking female cultivator rolled her eyes and said, "Damn it, grandpa, are you so virtuous? Can you compare with others? You are getting more and more handsome the more you look at me!!"
Fang Yu coughed, and then said: "Today is the day when the new head of our Yin Yuan Sect takes over. Today there are good fruits, good elixirs, and good wine. Let's have a good time. Let's say a few words to the new head of Xuan Mu.
sentence."
"Okay, I'll just say a few words." Xuanmu stood up, smiled, picked up a glass of spiritual wine and raised it high. He said to the monks of the Yin Yuan Sect: "Xuanmu is not talented, thank you.
Elder Fang invited me several times to take the position of leader. I, Xuanmu, feel guilty, but for the sake of the prosperity of Yin Yuan Sect, I, Xuanmu, resolutely sacrifice myself to maintain a pure cultivation space for everyone. I hope everyone
I am confident that, following me, Xuanmu, we will develop the entire Yin Yuan Sect into the largest sect in the Dream Kingdom."
"That's good, I want to see what you, a junior, are capable of?" A white-haired old man said coldly, and at the same time stepped towards Xuanmu.
Xuanmu smiled slightly and said in a gentle manner: "Elder Zeng said it well. If you don't believe in my ability, Xuanmu, you can give it a try. Xuanmu is willing to accept the jump battle."
"Then take my move." Elder Zeng smiled, but there was murderous intent looming in his eyes. His right hand flashed with golden light, and he punched the black wood suddenly. Under the golden light, a
The golden fist shadow was blasted out by his punch. The force of this punch was so huge that it overturned more than ten tables nearby. The tables drew an arc in the air and fell towards the bottom of Yinyuan Mountain.
"You said a punch, I'll take a punch and see." Xuanmu sneered. This sarcastic smile just showed his confidence in himself. Although this punch looked extremely fast, in fact it was nothing more than a punch.
It was just a paper tiger. He drew out a stream of blood spiritual power from the self-killing sword, and just pointed it lightly.
There was only a little blood light in this finger. This blood light was extremely rich. Xuanmu not only exhausted the spiritual power in his body, but also exhausted the blood spiritual power in the third blood crystal stone that had just been condensed in the killing sword.
In order to intimidate all the sect monks, he had no choice but to do this.
Otherwise, with his own cultivation, he would not be able to break through his punch with such force.
A ray of blood rushed away at a rapid speed, almost twice as fast as the golden fist. All the monks were horrified when they saw this scene. But they still did not believe that they could break through it with just the power of this finger.