Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 290 The Secret Magic Voice
I don't know what kind of material the clarinet is made of. It is so dark that there is no variegated color, and it is so black that it looks more magical.

The Emperor Mozun sneered at the direction of the clear sound of the Xuanzheng, "I'll let you experience the secret sound of the Twelve Capitals of Heaven!" After speaking, he put the clarinet under his lips and began to play.

"Di-!"

The man in purple thought that the demon would play a breathtaking melody, which would make the listener involuntarily intoxicated and manipulated by him without realizing it. He wanted to enjoy it first, and then plug his ears when he was affected, but it was only the first melody. Chang Yin almost sent him away.

The sound of the flute was extremely sharp and piercing, as if thousands of babies were crying and screaming at the same time. The man in purple suddenly felt as if his brain was being pierced back and forth by a thousand long needles, and he almost couldn't help crying out in pain.

Fortunately, the clear and melodious zither sound came from a distance, like the singing of a yellow warbler, relieving the pain of the man in purple clothes, as if he was brought to a paradise in an instant.

Emperor Mozun's flute sound was gradually suppressed by the zither sound, but he still repeated the monotonous and piercing syllables calmly, until a sudden explosion at a certain moment.

Those who confronted the demon seemed not to have expected such a change, the sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and Fairy Taoyuan's artistic conception was shattered in an instant, but the man in purple was on guard this time, and closed his ears with real energy in time so that he was not affected.

He raised his head, and was surprised to see trees growing on a barren hill in front of the demon at some point, but these trees were all grotesque and covered with twisted tentacles. Hastily looked away.

Then he heard the devil's cold and wanton laughter: "Hmph, since you are obsessed with me, I will give you a big gift. Each of the twelve secret magic voices is a top-notch class. Magic, just now that way can mobilize all vitality and promote its development, simply put, whoever listens is pregnant, hehehehe..."

Emperor Mozun vomited out the depression of these days, and left a sentence: "You will continue to chase after me with my child, if you come to this seat this time, this seat will definitely give you a name." points, hehehahahaha..."

The purple-clothed man who stayed where he was was terrified. Although the magic sound was not aimed at him, he did hear it in his ears just now. He quickly looked inside, and actually felt a strange ball of pain in his stomach. vitality.

If it weren't for the purple-clothed person's special physique, this group of vitality would have been completely formed into a fetus long ago!However, the man in purple looked at the extremely disgusting trees on the mountain just now, and even the creations that are even more distorted than the demon world Buddha of the evil spirits. He also knew that if this fetus was really conceived, it must be extremely blasphemous and cannot be tolerated in the world. s life.

Thinking that one day he might suddenly be ripped open by two tentacles, and then a ball of bloody tentacles would emerge from his body, the man in purple suddenly felt a chill, and hurriedly cast a spell.

His current body was not originally owned by him, but a dying body was occupied by him, so the pardoning official said that he could smell the rotten corpse.

He made a deal with the Hall of Eternal Life in order to obtain the origin of immortality to activate his body organs, to see if he could bring this body back to life, otherwise he would not be able to fully utilize his full strength.

But at this time, this original disadvantage turned into an advantage. If any other normal person were here, he would definitely be tempted by the magic sound to stir up the vitality in his body and quickly give birth to an evil fetus. It's time to give birth.

The purple-clothed man was on the verge of death, and the only sliver of vitality in his body could not make any big waves. He was easily repressed by the purple-clothed man and drove out that evil force.

After a stick of incense, the man in purple breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and looked in the direction where the demon left.Originally, he was just curious about the devil's heart, and he didn't think about what he would do after he found it, but the man in purple couldn't help getting annoyed after suffering all this, and decided to continue to follow the devil and wait for an opportunity to give him a retribution before he could come out. This bad breath.

"Well, according to this direction, is his target the Yanshan Iron Clan who has been silent for a long time? Originally, this matter happened here, and I planned to visit this strange forging clan to obtain a magic weapon for self-defense. I didn't expect this person to be interested This Iron Clan is interested, I don’t know what he wants to get when he goes to the Iron Clan? Hmph, with me here, I’m sure you’ll lose everything, follow up!”

The man in purple turned into a phantom and chased after the devil's footprints.

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In the depths of the mysterious Nanwulin, there is a roaring volcano.The chain attached to the cinnabar yellow talisman vibrated slightly, making a rattling sound, desolate brown soil, scorching smoke, and swords randomly inserted around it.

Yanshan, a place forgotten by the world.The Iron Race, a race forgotten by the world.

The sound of heavy iron striking is thick and powerful, which shows that the caster has a well-trained foundation.A middle-aged man with yellow hair kept beating the unformed weapons on the forging platform, then picked up the wine jar at the side, and after a few mouthfuls, the movement essence was sprayed out to quench the weapons, and then he started beating again.

At this moment, a pair of footsteps set foot on this desolate land that has been silent for many years. They were dressed in black armor, and nine dragon heads opened their ferocious mouths. The person who came was obviously not a kind person.

"stop!"

Then with a knock and a clear groan, the surrounding swords stood upright in an instant if they were alerted.

The visitor stopped, and said loudly: "My descendant, Shenzong Emperor Mozun, is visiting the Yanshan Iron Clan and wants a sword."

The middle-aged man with yellow hair didn't seem to hear about it, and murmured: "120 years, 120 years, Yanshan Iron Clan has not received outsiders for 120 years, what you want is hopeless."

"Huh?" Emperor Mozun was coldly suspicious, and suddenly heard "Yiguang, Liuhong, Nuteng, Benlang, Daiwu—" accompanied by a forceful knock, "see off."

Sword Master Qi gave an order, and the surrounding waste swords were immediately dyed with brilliance, which was brilliant and dazzing, very dazzling!As if commanded, the four swords circled back and forth, weaving a dense sword net, intending to expel future people from the realm of Yanshan Mountain, but the Emperor Mozun did not move, and the dark devil's energy erupted, and the four swords were shaken instantly, and flew back backwards.

"Emperor Mozun came here only to ask for a sword through the ages—the magic sword to create the world! Those who stop me will enter the endless hell and never be reborn." The young man smiled, but his words were cold.

"Big words! The works just now were just my failures, did that make you proud?" The swordsmith sneered, but what he got was the demon's frivolous sarcasm.

"People who fail can naturally only cast failed works. I will say it one last time. Get out of the way. In my eyes, you are no different from these defective products."

"How brave!"

The swordsmith was completely enraged by the demon's words. He put down the hammer in his hand and opened his arms. Immediately, countless swords and swords around him were inspired to fly into the sky. Hundreds, thousands, covered the entire sky like black clouds!

(End of this chapter)