Compared with the mountains of the four fields, the drum tower is not very high, but it has a sense of majesty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a divine drum stands, and there is a feeling of swallowing the eight wildernesses.

Wang Zhiming stepped forward with a drumstick, the pair of white bone giant mallets were extremely heavy, but they were a little cool in his palm. Stepping into the air, Wang Zhiming came to play the Qishan drum and lifted his spirits.

The Great Elder was protecting the Dharma on the side, looking at Wang Zhiming with expectation, the drumming in front of the Patriarch Hall was of great significance, not every disciple had such qualifications.

As an elder guarding the Patriarch Hall, he naturally knew that the Qishan Drum in the Drum Tower was the place where the most precious Dao Fa was imprinted. After hearing that Wang Zhiming was a god-king body, he was extremely tempted, on the one hand, he wanted Wang Zhiming to obtain a law so that he could see the light of day again; On the other hand, Qishan Gu, as a saint king soldier, also has a spirit, and he is eager to see what wonderful things will happen.

I saw Wang Zhiming sensing his body, gathering his strength to beat the drum, the blood boiling all over his body, overflowing with blood, and he waved hard, "Knock! A hammer sounded the drum.

The Great Elder couldn't help but admire, it was indeed worthy of being a peerless battle body known as the God King Body, with majestic qi and blood, and a heroic posture between the dancing of the giant mallet, with an invincible spirit.

The Qishan drum began to rumble and vibrate, Wang Zhiming waved the white bone mallet with all his strength, the drum rumbled, the nine-colored sycamore wood emitted colorful light, and the divine phoenix on the drum surface seemed to tremble.

Wang Zhiming did not relax, his blood and qi were also sublimating and transforming, the drums were rumbling, Wang Zhiming's internal organs were also shaking, and the five Taoist palaces resounded with high chantings, Wang Zhiming listened, feeling that these Taoist sounds seemed to praise the present life and past life of the gods, and even vaguely understood the meaning.

This is an unthinkable situation, since the Middle Ages, most people no longer have a god in the Taoist palace, and naturally there will be no chanting. This mystical chant about the secret realm of the human body has been recorded and passed down from generation to generation, and there are many different theories, but the only thing they have in common is that this kind of voice is incomprehensible, and even the invincible saints of the world can hardly understand its meaning.

The blood was like a tide, rushing like a great river, and the Great Elder could only hear a rumbling sound, as if Wang Zhiming had the sea roaring.

The Qishan drum seems to be recovering, the nine-colored gods rise to the sky, the divine phoenix is shining on the drum surface, and a pair of colorful gorgeous wings are gently flapping.

The divine phoenix seems to have woken up, it opens its narrow wind eyes, the slender and graceful phoenix body burns into flames, it is on the drum surface, flapping its gorgeous and boundless wings, beautiful.

Then, the divine phoenix hovering on the drum finally rushed straight up, a phoenix roared, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

This is the drum of the Western Zhou Dynasty in the past, there is a phoenix to the instrument, singing in Qishan, the Great Zhou is Xing.

Wang Zhiming's blood is strong, and his heartbeat is beating like a Qishan drum, he can feel that the divine blood in his body is reviving and evolving, and there are endless life fluctuations, as if he is being reborn from the fire, blooming divine light, dragon and phoenix, a bright scene.

The drum sounded loudly, Wang Zhiming beat the Qishan drum, which is a war drum that has been passed down in ancient times, its sound is magnificent, and the rumbling sound is like thunder. I remembered the loud war song in my ears, and the sound of killing suddenly rang out, as if there were thousands of troops and horses fighting in a bloody battle.

The drumstick struggled violently from between his hands, and suddenly flew out of Wang Zhiming's hands, passing through the nine-colored sky-rushing divine light of the Qishan drum, and flew straight into it.

The drum surface turned into a black hole, and there was a world flourishing out of it, which was a battlefield, in which there were a series of Shenhua figures fighting, some were humanoids, some were birds of prey, and even dragons and phoenixes could be seen, this was a terrible battlefield.

Wang Zhiming was swept in, and these countless creatures rushed to kill one after another, they were released with decisive killing intent and endless power.

The fight was caught off guard, and Wang Zhiming was hit hard in an instant, and the sword step broke out at the critical moment, dodging the combined attack of several figures, and almost stained the sky with blood.

Great Elder, you tricked me, what you said was good was just boiling blood and sweating profusely? Wang Zhiming struggled hard, his blood overflowed, the body of the god king was shining in the sky, and he fought fiercely with many figures, and between the collision, a venerable creature fell, and Wang Zhiming's blood-stained white clothes also stumbled.

The Great Elder in the distance was anxious, blowing his beard and glaring, and shouted, "Where is your sword!" Fight with a sword! ”

Wang Zhiming was so depressed that he almost vomited blood, and without a sword in his hand, his strength could be several grades weaker. But what about my sword? Where's my sword!

Time key, you give me death! Didn't you already know that the Great Elder was going to test, and you were going to kill your senior brother!

"Great Elder, my sword has been cheated, quickly find me one!"