Zhan Hongxia lightly raised his red lips and smiled: "I have the same purpose as other sect Daoists, but after listening to Lord Shenjun's request, I think I can give it a try." ”

She said it implicitly, but Ning Xiaoxian understood her subtext. The combat power of the Leyin Palace itself is not outstanding, and it is one of the members of the War Alliance, so it is inevitable to ask for help from the War Alliance under the pressure of the approaching barbarian army. Since Changtian has a request for her, then Yinliu or Zhan Alliance will help her solve the problem of Leyin Palace.

This is equivalent exchange. Obviously, the whereabouts of the barbarian ancestor are very valuable.

Since it was a transaction rather than a help, Ning Xiaoxian also quickly switched his mode and said competently: "Then please take the initiative in the palace." ”

Changtian raised his voice and said, "Come in." ”

As soon as the words fell, Tu Duan turned in from outside, still carrying a person in his hand.

This is a barbarian man, his cultivation is mediocre, his spirit is sluggish, and many wounds on his body have not healed. Ning Xiaoxian only glanced at it, and judged that this person was a prisoner who was taken out of prison.

On top of that, his expression was demented, and he was clearly overwhelmed.

The master of the Leyin Palace took out a seven-stringed treasure qin and gently put it on the couch: "This is my treasured treasure called 'heartstrings', have you ever heard the word 'exciting'?"

"Heartstrings?" Ning Xiaoxian smacked the name, thoughtful, "Isn't it ......?"

"The 'heartstrings' baoqin has three major effects, clear heart, insight, and faith. The palace master of the music made a gesture and played it like a cloud. The strange thing is that she twists and wipes, her ten fingers are as dense as beads, but in this warm pavilion, it is as quiet as midnight, and there is no sound at all.

But for the four people in the house, there is a song that resounded from the heart, like a nightingale, like a cuckoo crying, like a bright spring, and like a winter snow. Ning Xiaoxian's mood also followed for no reason, or ecstasy, or loss, or sadness, or expectation.

The so-called "heartstrings" were originally a song that touched people's hearts, winning with silence and sound, and winning with rhythm without rhyme. This kind of technique is already better than the swan song played by Jingyin Jiuyou by Ning Xiaoxian's hand in the past years.

At this moment, Ning Xiaoxian also had to admit that no matter what the original impression of Leyin Palace left her, the heartstrings of Zhan Hongxia really stirred her heart. Even the state of mind of the true immortal can be disturbed, and the attainments of the Leyin Palace Master in the music path have reached the peak, which is beyond the reach of the two daughters.

The tune became higher and higher, and the space in the warm pavilion suddenly rippled with visible ripples, as if the water surface of the quiet pool was blown by the breeze.

Obviously, Zhan Hongxia uses the vocal range as the boundary, separating this place into a strange and confined space.

As soon as this space appeared, the volume of the tune seemed to be magnified tenfold, not only echoing in the heart, but even the music echoed in the divine kingdom of Changtian and Ning Xiaoxian, as grand as the sound of an organ, and the sea of knowledge was also turbulent.

It didn't move for a long time, so Ning Xiaoxian didn't move, and at the same time secretly frightened. Zhan Hongxia's realm has obviously not yet reached the true fairy realm, but he can build a dimensional world close to the realm and enough to affect the divine realm with the power of a song, which is really a great ability. It can be seen that the Leyin Palace has stood for thousands of years and is becoming more and more prosperous, and it is indeed a good treasure and a good heart of many Zhenzong.

Changtian suddenly squeezed her hand, and raised his chin slightly in the direction of Tu Wan, motioning for her to look over.

Ning Xiaoxian's eyes fell on Tu Duan's body, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled: he saw that this person's eyes were closed, his face was almost solemn, and then his right hand clenched into a fist and lightly struck three times in the heart.

These three strokes were followed by the tune that echoed in the hearts of several people, and it was just when another circle of ripples in this space was swinging.

So Ning Xiaoxian saw with his own eyes a faint golden light on Tu Duan's body, expanding outward with ripples, becoming more and more condensed, and finally shrinking into a small gold dot.

As soon as the golden dot was formed, it immediately flew up in the air, and ran towards his goal without hesitation-

Long days.

As soon as it touched Changtian's body, this small golden dot was restored to a faint golden light, which flashed slightly on Changtian's body, and then disappeared.

With just such a small action, Ning Xiaoxian understood it, and lost his voice: "Wishing power!"

She had just witnessed the whole process of the transmission of the power of the wish from the believer to the god!

There is a natural, invisible bond between believers and gods, through which the power of wish is transmitted into the kingdom of God, and through the processing of the believer's projection, it is transformed into a purer power of faith, so as to be submitted to the Optimus Pillar of the kingdom of God, or turned into golden raindrops and merged into the sea of knowledge, contributing to the construction and consolidation of the entire kingdom of God.

Naturally, the more devout the believer, the more abundant and pure the will to give. However, Ning Xiaoxian has always only known about the existence of the bond and felt its operating mechanism, but he never thought that he would be able to see it with his own eyes one day. Obviously, the magic power of the palace master of Leyin can cooperate with this heartstring, and the whereabouts of the wish power can be revealed.

If the world is really big, there are no surprises.

Zhan Hongxia has finished demonstrating, and at this time he gradually put away the tune in his hand.

It wasn't until the end of the curve that Tu Duan opened his eyes and said, "The test is complete." "He is cooperating with Zhan Hongxia to demonstrate to his two masters, otherwise the firmness of cultivating the soul with his soul will never be so easily shaken.

Ning Xiaoxian had already seen the clue, and at this time he looked at the barbarian who was standing on the side with great interest: "This person is a barbarian ancestor believer?"

"Exactly. Tu replied, "This is from among the captives, and they are devout disciples of the King of God." He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the man's celestial spirit cover, "I will use spiritualism to create an illusion for him, so that he can devote himself to worshipping the God King, and at the same time ask the Palace Master to use his magical powers." ”

Sure enough, after a short time, the expression on the man's face changed from dementia to confusion, then to shock, fear, sadness, and finally to slowly fall silent, holding hands together, and beginning to recite words in his mouth.

Apparently, Tu had created an illusory scene for him with his own power, making him think that he was in it, and that he had to pray to his inner god after all the hardships.

The sound of Zhan Hongxia's piano has also sounded, this time the killing is like a battlefield, urgent like a drumbeat, beating people's hearts pounding, and the heart is unsettled.

Sure enough, under the gaze of Ning Xiaoxian and Changtian, this space was flooded with ripples again, and then a faint black light appeared on the captive's body, condensed, and floated upward.

This time, Ning Xiaoxian saw a big difference.

The wish power that had just been exhausted came straight to the sky, touched the body of the god and disappeared, but the power of the captive's body paused for a moment after appearing, as if to discern the direction, and then went vertically upward, and disappeared after flying less than a few feet.

This warm pavilion has been set up by Changtian, and it stands to reason that nothing can enter or exit, but the power of desire is different.