Every female cultivator covers the sky with one hand

Chapter 239
Inside the tomb, many musical instruments clanked and fluttered like locusts.

Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes and raised his lips to look at the musical instruments.

Those eight monster kings are worthy of being a top art master, and even the musical instruments buried with them have made such a big room alone.

Liu Jing is happy.

This is to be sent!

What's more, by coincidence, the black bear spirit guarding the mountain was looking forward to a high-level guqin.

"Calm down!"

Ye Qingfeng suddenly made a domineering voice.

There was a moment of silence in the entire tomb room, but the next moment, even more turbulent sound blades shot at the emperor cauldron one after another.

"Ding Ding Bang Bang!"

The sound of violent impacts, one after another, was extremely noisy, like swords clashing on a battlefield.

The Emperor Ding floated steadily in the air, the material was extraordinary, and naturally it was not damaged at all.

Originally, as soon as Ye Qingfeng entered the tomb, he planned to forcefully suppress these troublemakers in order to save Tu Tian and others.

But the tomb door closed again in an instant.

Therefore, Tu Tian and the others got out of trouble temporarily, and Ye Qingfeng changed his mind immediately.

Some of the musical instruments in the tomb have developed spiritual intelligence. Since they can understand human speech, it is natural to attack the mind first, and forceful suppression is second.

Ye Qingfeng shouted: "Stop!"

That sound was full of arrogance, and it also frightened those musical instruments for a moment.

However, those musical instruments have never seen Ye Qingfeng before, and they are not familiar with Ye Qingfeng, so they don't have enough respect for her.

After a short period of silence, those musical instruments seemed to be extremely ashamed. The shame was overwhelmed by Ye Qingfeng's momentum, so they launched another round of counterattacks that were even more violent.

There was also an unopened Guqin by Lingzhi General, seeing that he could not attack for a long time, he actually became ruthless, with the determination to burn everything, with a "bang", he launched a suicide attack against the emperor tripod.

What kind of material is the imperial tripod.

Ye Qingfeng is not the kind of soft-hearted person.

Di Ding did not avoid it at all.

"Bang!"

As expected, the strong guqin smashed on the emperor tripod. In an instant, the strings broke and the qin was destroyed, and sawdust flew. The scene was extremely tragic and tragic.

Liu Jingxi jumped up, feeling a little pity, vaguely as if he had seen the scene of a loyal minister bumping into a pillar.

"It's not worth it! It's not worth it!" Liu Jing's faint sigh came from the tripod.

Because of the heroic self-sacrifice of the guqin, the musical instruments in the entire tomb fell into inexplicable silence and grief.

Ye Qingfeng has already opened his eyes and scanned all the treasures in this tomb. The reckless guqin is still inexperienced, and it probably ranks ninth among all the treasures.

As far as that group of musical instruments is concerned, their nine masters are gone like this, of course they are sad and angry.

However, those musical instruments with spiritual wisdom are well disguised, they just manipulate other musical instruments to attack the Emperor Ding, and they are mixed in those musical instruments, not too conspicuous.

Ye Qingfeng didn't point it out for the time being, but he also discovered that there were three guqins, not only gave birth to wisdom, but even the soul had been formed, into the shape of a baby!

Therefore, the three guqins that have survived for 10,000+ years are the real leaders in this room full of musical instruments.

The atmosphere in the entire tomb was still tense and depressing.

It seems that in the next moment, more musical instruments with no brains will follow the example of the former sages and launch a suicidal impact on the tripod.

There is no way, their flying sound blades can't do anything to Di Ding, as well as the people and fairies in Di Ding.

Suicide strikes are also unavoidable, perhaps, enough mayflies can shake big trees, and dripping water long enough can wear through rocks.

Ye Qingfeng clenched his fist, put it in front of his mouth, cleared his throat slightly, and said, "I'm not here to suppress you, nor to destroy you..."

But before Ye Qingfeng could finish his sentence, there was a chime bell. There was no wind, and the guqin hidden behind the chime sounded sweetly and angrily, "Could it be that it joined us as a bell and tripod instrument?"

"Boom boom boom!"

There was no one beating a bronze drum, but it rang spontaneously to give momentum to the guqin.

The chime bells also rang, but the guqin was quiet.

It seemed that the chime bell gave birth to spiritual wisdom and was talking to Ye Qingfeng, not the guqin.

Ye Qingfeng blinked his big eyes, of course he didn't want to tell the truth. Amid the rapid drumbeat, he said calmly:

"Of course not. I'm here to rescue you from this boundless sea of ​​suffering. Most of you are famous magic instruments in history. Are you really willing to live in this dark tomb for the rest of your life?"

"This...um...."

The drumbeat stopped abruptly, and the tomb fell into silence.

Seeing that there was something going on, Ye Qingfeng continued to work hard, and continued: "I see that there are many remains of musical instruments scattered in the corner. They died in depression and disappeared without hearing anything. If you continue to hang around, you will have the same tragic ending as them. "

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu to play an ancient flute, which was hanging in the air and no one was playing it.

The entire tomb was in mourning due to the sound of the flute.

The rest of the musical instruments fell silent without making any sound.

Ye Qingfeng raised his head, his voice was impassioned, and he said loudly: "As a famous instrument, it is a pity that I don't hear the news!"

"Toot! Toot..."

The mournful suona sound immediately resounded throughout the tomb.

The entire tomb was suddenly filled with grief.

An old erhu, like an old man in his twilight years, is also sad and sad, and he plays the strings.

Ye Qingfeng's words literally penetrated into the hearts of these famous utensils, hitting their hearts directly!
As a famous utensil, I don't know the news, how sad!
How sad!

Although the eight demon kings tried their best to get them, they didn't favor them.

There are three thousand "best artifacts" in the harem, and the eight demon kings only pet a few pieces, and it is impossible to evenly soak them in the rain and dew!
Those eight demon kings are not a good master, a good home!
And as soon as they enter this tomb, once they enter this cold palace, no one knows how many years have passed.

Some predecessors have passed away, while others have gradually developed wisdom after a long wait.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

All of a sudden, the entire tomb room suddenly burst into mournful cries, and there were gusts of dark wind, like ten thousand ghosts mourning together.

But at this moment, Ye Qingfeng's firm and powerful voice came from Di Ding: "Come with me, I will take you out of this silence, and send you to the auction house, so that the whole world will cherish you and spend a lot of money Got it!"

"Ding!" There was a clear sound of the piano, as if she had been looking forward to it for a long time.

"Ding ~"

But immediately after, there was another deep sound of the piano, which seemed to be extremely hesitant, and also seemed to persuade his companion to think twice, not to be easily fooled by the other party's rhetoric.

Ye Qingfeng raised his lips, and continued to increase, Hong Sheng said: "Don't worry, I still have a conscience. I assure you, in the auction field, there are two-way choices. If the other party picks you, you pick the other party. I will send you to the hands of your chosen bosom friend."

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