Sleeping for ten thousand years, the queen kneeled and asked me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 242 Picking a Chord and Who to Listen to
"What the hell is this?"

Yang Xuan suppressed the magic sound with his soul, and looked at the strange baby floating above Wu Dao's head with a solemn expression.

"Yang Xuan, if you can force me to use the Holy Infant, you can rest in peace."

"I'm curious about the origin of the holy baby, right?"

"This is originally a ginseng fruit, which originally belonged to the ancestor Minghe. It was soaked in the sea of ​​blood for countless years, and it was obtained by the owner."

"After falling into the lower realm, before the master fell into a deep sleep, he sacrificed with the ghost brush and injected a force into it, leaving it for me to save my life."

"But unfortunately, for so many years, no one has been able to force me to use this trump card."

"I regret that I didn't kill you in the endless burial, but after today, I regret nothing."

"The sea of ​​blood is the most filthy place in the Great Desolate Continent. This holy baby has soaked in it for countless years and absorbed endless evil thoughts."

"How long can you last?"

"In a quarter of an hour, you will definitely fall under the magic sound, your heart will be destroyed, and you will go crazy."

"When the time comes, I will watch you slaughter the Heavenly Court with my own hands."

"I want you to watch your empress make love under my crotch with your own eyes."

"Ha ha……"

Laughing wildly.

"you wanna die!"

Hearing Wudao's last words, Yang Xuan's eyes were full of murderous intent, the Empress has become his reverse scale!
The dragon has reversed scales, and if you touch it, you will die.

If he dared to insult the Empress like this, even if there was this weird baby around today, he would swear to kill him innocently.

"The mere magic sound, what can I do?"

Yang Xuan said domineeringly, and sat cross-legged in the void.

His spirit is so powerful that the magic sound can't help him at all, but the Nine Dragon Dragon Soul can't hold it back.

Once Jiulong falls under the magic sound, he will dissociate from him, and at that time, he will no longer have the power to kill Wudao.

"Tian Jue Qin, come out for me."

"Gong Shangjiao Zheng Yu. Fuxi sounds like a god."

Yang Xuan played the fairy sound again, and in an instant, the melodious piano sound suddenly appeared, the sound waves swayed, and the gossip appeared, resisting the crying of the devil baby.

The devil baby cried, and circles of blood-red sound waves spread out, constantly colliding with the gossip derived from the fairy sounds played by Yang Xuan.

The gossip circulates, and Tai Chi follows closely, like a breeze blowing over a hill, soft and firm, perfectly swaying the magic sound away, making it impossible to get close to him.

"how is this possible?"

Seeing that Yang Xuan was able to defend against the impact of the magic sound, Wu Dao's face darkened, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Rivers and mountains of flesh and blood. Vegetation and trees are all fishy. Urges the shape and destroys the gods. One curse will kill ten thousand."

Taking advantage of Yang Xuan's resistance to the magic sound, Wu Dao directly attacked with his own hands.

Dozens of drops of world-killing ink fell, representing his anger and fear towards Yang Xuan.

Fortunately, during this period of time, he used the blood of a saint to refine a large amount of ink that kills the world.

Dozens of drops of world-killing ink emerged, immediately turning the entire secret realm into ink-stained, the light disappeared, and the ink waves surged to the sky.

Wudao holds a pen dipped in ink to engrave the curse seal.

In an instant, the curse was printed, and the wind howled, hitting Yang Xuan through the air.

The curse seal is not big, but Yang Xuan feels that a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood are rushing towards him. If he is hit, he will definitely be seriously injured, and this move is weird, and it will be very difficult to heal.

Immediately, he focused on two purposes.

"Break it for me."

With a thought, the ten-foot golden body restarted, recalling the ancient supreme sword, and the ten-foot golden body slashed at the blood curse with the supreme sword in hand.

However, he failed to break through the blood curse, and was even forced to retreat steadily by the blood curse.

"Five Lotus Seals!"

With another movement of the mind, ancient power poured into the ten-foot-long golden body, and the golden light shone instantly, and five bright golden lotuses appeared, forming a five-lotus array to suppress the blood curse.

The power of the blood curse was immediately suppressed by the Buddha's light, and the ten-foot golden body could barely block the blood curse.

But going on like this is not an option, Wudao is ready to attack again.

Moreover, half of the quarter of an hour has passed, and the magic sound must be broken quickly.

And just as he was about to activate the power of the innate holy body, a voice suddenly came from above.

"I didn't expect that the young master is also a person in the Dao of Qin."

"It's hard to find a bosom friend, who will listen to a song?"

"If you have to meet the young master, you will be lucky for three lives."

"Today, the scholar will play a song with the young master."

Yang Xuan looked up, and it turned out that the scholar of fortune calculation had returned.

This guy should have guessed that the situation was not good, so he came back to help.

I saw the Tianji pen hanging above the head of the Tianjuan scholar, and the mysterious runes circulated, so that the Tianjuan scholar was not affected by the magic sound at all.

Sitting cross-legged on the dome of the sky, a qin appeared on the lap of the astrologer, filled with immortal light, it was a top-notch treasure.

This guy is also a nouveau riche, with all kinds of treasures emerging one after another.

But if you think about it, there are countless treasures in the Tianji Pavilion. The master of the Tianji Scholar is the previous master of the Tianji Pavilion, and he must have given the Tianji Scholar many treasures!

"My qin is called Xianpin Yiyin."

"Today, I will accompany the young master with a piece of Qingjue five tunes."

When the voice fell, the elegant and transcendent sound of the piano sounded, sometimes as transcendent as a mountain and flowing water, and sometimes as deep and clear as a valley.

The cold wind blew by, and the blue clothes fluttered. He looked like a handsome young man with an immortal demeanor, full of knowledge, warm and moist like jade, just like his name as a scholar.

The Tao is at the fingertips, and the piano is the world.

The sound of the scholar's piano is elegant and vast, pure and transcendent, containing the true meaning of the Tao, and the heart is calm when he hears it, just to restrain the magic sound.

It complements his magnificent and upright Fuxi's divine and heavenly sound.

When the seven strings are gone, where can I find a bosom friend?

The two made friends with the zither, and the sound of vastness blessed the sound of Haozheng, which in turn suppressed the evil sound.

Yang Xuan smiled knowingly, this guy can always help at critical moments.

"court death!"

But Wudao saw that the magic sound was suppressed, Zhidao and Zixia showed signs of waking up, and their brows burst into anger.

"Since you like to meddle in your own business, go to hell!"

With a ferocious word, a blood curse hit the scholar of heaven.

"You have no chance."

Yang Xuan smiled contemptuously, and asked the scholar of fortune calculation to temporarily resist the magic sound. He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and the sound waves evolved into gossip and hit the blood curse.

In an instant, the blood curse shattered.

Afterwards, Yang Xuan pointed his target at the blood curse that was stalemate with the ten-foot golden body.

A few sound waves and eight trigrams were played out, and the blood curse was broken in response.

But the Tianjuan scholar obviously couldn't suppress the magic voice, Yang Xuan hastily aimed at the magic voice again, and came to the Tianzu scholar at the same time.

"Help me win five interest time."

"Okay!" The scholar of Tianjuan nodded, and the strings were plucked faster and faster, and the mysterious runes derived from the Tianji pen merged into the sound waves and spread out.

The Tiansuan scholar temporarily suppressed the magic sound by himself.

However, this kind of method obviously consumes a lot of money for the scholar of Tianjuan, and the scholar of Tianjuan's complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Liangyi produces. The universe moves. The four images subdue the demons."

Yang Xuan seized the time to use his ultimate move. He lost 36 Hunyuan orbs before, but he has many magic weapons.

Raising his hand to grab it, the Four Elephant Orb, which is no weaker than the 36 Hunyuan Orbs, emerged.

The four beads are floating in the air, and the precious light is shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)