But it's very troublesome to do this, he doesn't have this kind of related props in his mind, and now the whole movie is halfway completed, and the editing is smooth, and now the difference is the various accompaniments in it.

Whether it's the fierce march of the battle or the touching music of Xiao Qian's life and death, these are all urgently needed.

Yan Yang gently tapped the pure gold table with his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and for a while, as if he had made up his mind.

"Corpse Leader, come with me to the Shura Realm."

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Ten days later, Yan Yang and the corpse leader traveled through dozens of realm teleportation arrays, and finally arrived at a crimson land.

The strength of the Shura Realm Lord and the Demon Realm Lord is comparable, and its size range is not less than that of the Demon Realm, and the world only knows that the Shura Realm is mainly based on killing, but they don't know that behind the ruthlessness of killing, their unknown secret.

Because Yan Yang showed his identity, as the son of the Lord of the Demon Realm, he only brought a servant, and he was not aggressive at all, and they were easily received in the palace of the King of Dao Shura.

King Shura's palace is not like the demon world, it is golden and brilliant everywhere, but here it is all red, because for them, red is a symbol, a desire, and a totem, but after watching the sun for a long time, they are a little dizzy and nauseous.

The palace was large and magnificent, except for most of the red, and the rest occasionally had some huge skeletons, ranging from humans to beasts, as decorations on the walls.

At this moment, the sound of the empty palace came from the slightest sound, the sound of gonghou, mixed with the pipa and other music.

From far to near, from small to large, as if a prelude, low and fast, but the next moment, as if there were countless people fighting, horses, screams, screams, collisions......

Countless notes entered Yan Yang's ears, his heart couldn't help but thump, his whole body was boiling with blood, his eyes gradually turned red, and his cultivation was a little irrepressible, and he was about to go berserk.

As for the corpse beside him, he had already lost his mind at this moment, twisting his face, rushing aimlessly, leaving a trace of blood in his mouth, and screaming silently.

At this moment, Yan Yang's heart suddenly erupted with a trace of golden brilliance, which suddenly made him sober up, and in a short moment, it seemed like a century was long.

By the end of the song, Yan Yang was already sweating profusely and breathing rapidly.

"It is worthy of being the son of the demon lord Yanlin, it seems that you have learned a little bit of his skills." On the wall, the place that had been scarlet suddenly squirmed, and then a middle-aged man with four hands and a snake tail on the lower half of his body came out.

The Lord of the Shura Realm, the King of Shura - Luo Sui!

"I've seen King Shura!" Yan Yang wiped a handful of cold sweat from his head, and hurriedly made a junior salute, as for the corpse, he was already awake at this moment, but his limbs were already weak, and his head was lying on the ground with a mush, motionless.

"How about being able to stand and listen to my song "Killing Heart", you are still the first among the younger generations?" Shura King Luo Sui waved his hand, and hundreds of bones holding various pieces of music suddenly appeared in the originally empty place, although there was no skin and flesh on his body for a long time, but his empty eyes were flickering with green flames, and he was terrifying.

Yan Yang took advantage of this time to finally recover, calmed down and said: "It's very exciting, but the killing heart is too heavy, and the inner turmoil is not only a piece of walking dead, a piece of music without a soul and only killing, is it the music that Uncle Luo has been pursuing?" Yan Yang said boldly.

Yes, the world only knows that King Shura has been fighting and killing all his life, but he doesn't know that behind the killing, he likes that kind of pure music, maybe in the madness, the twisted and split personality is his other life.

After listening to Yan Yang's words, King Shura's face suddenly turned gloomy, but he would not be like a child.

"Tell me, what did your father send you for?"

"Uncle Luo, you may have misunderstood, I am looking for you myself." After Yanyang finished speaking calmly, King Shura suddenly became displeased, and he was actually tricked by a child.

"Uncle Luo, don't be angry first, can you use your pipa?" Yan Yang pointed to the black glow in Luo Sui's hand, which was full of vicissitudes of pipa.

"Heh, this pipa of mine has been with me for more than three hundred years, this panel and the four scorpions are all made of the Seven Tails Demon Scorpion of the Ancient Heavenly Demon King, and the magic in it is very big, if you don't play it well, maybe it will devour your three souls and seven spirits in an instant, and even I don't have the time to react to save you."

Luo Sui's words were still calm, but they were full of banter, and Yan Yang understood that his rash interruption had already made the high-ranking Shura King angry.

Yan Yang was silent, but he knew that he had no way back.

"Uncle Luo, my nephew is still willing to try."

Pipa, the quintessence of the previous life, how could he not understand that when he was a child, the musical instrument cram school that his family forcibly reported on weekends was not for nothing.

As for why he went to archaeology in the end, cough cough, I went back to my grandmother's countryside to play in the summer vacation, and picked up a bronze vessel floating down from the river by the river, which was discovered by my sharp-eyed father and sold for tens of thousands, and the pocket money allocated to him, cough cough, more than three hundred, all at his disposal, a snack for a summer vacation, it is exciting to think about.

Hey, for pocket money, for tomb robbery, no, archaeology, I fell in love with that profession in a daze, and finally got poisoned by corpses and came to this other world to lead zombies as monsters.

"What a brave little guy, should this king praise you for your courage or ignorance, okay, then I'll see what Yan Lin handed over to you, remember, you are the second person to touch my personal instrument in hundreds of years, maybe the last."

Luo Sui gently stroked the pure blackened pipa and handed it to Yanyang.

Yan Yang took it, it was not too heavy, and it was not much different from the previous life.

"Uncle Luo, can you borrow those bones as well?"

These bones have long since lost their lives, but they are controlled by a kind of spiritual secret technique, and they are dedicated to performing the instruments in their hands, just like the musical ensemble of the theater, forming a magnificent movement, as was the case with Luo Sui's "Killing Heart" played earlier.

The corners of King Shura's mouth lifted a sneer, his beloved pipa was given to him, don't care about this, soon, you will pay the price for your arrogance and ignorance.

With a wave of his hand, the green flames that danced in the eye sockets of those bones were suddenly extinguished, and the hot sun walked in, closing his eyes and emitting spirit, and suddenly the eye sockets of each skeleton lit up again, but this time it was a pure golden flame that was beating.

After everything was done, Yan Yang found a stool to do it, and King Shura had already picked up a wine glass, glanced at Yan Yang, swept the glass, and signaled to start.

Yan Yang touched the string like steel, and his heart was complicated, counting, he hadn't touched it for many years, but the strangeness was quickly eliminated, and it was replaced by a familiarity, a familiarity that will never be forgotten.

Yan Yang began to play, and the many bones behind him also controlled their respective musical instruments, such as the guzheng, mouth flute, pan flute, and reed sheng......

This is a song full of life, under the bright sun, the seedlings that break through the soil are growing strongly, the breeze is coming, the green clouds are automatic, the drizzle is falling, and the flowers are in full bloom.

It is as if an origin is rapidly expanding, and suddenly, the picture switches, and in the midst of the storm, they sway, unyielding, as if they are silently shouting.

"Let the storm come harder!"