"What is this...... Melody? ”

Soviet Alliance Exploration Squad.

The group of young people who had been reminded by Alexei to look at the sky were stunned at almost the same time, turning their heads to look at their companions beside them.

Without having to communicate, it became clear to them that others had also "heard" the mysterious tune.

At first, they didn't realize it was a piece of music, but as the notes came to their minds, one after the other, and the concatenation became a distinct tune, they finally realized it.

"I don't know...... I haven't heard this tune. ”

"I haven't heard of ...... either"

The team members shook their heads.

After all, they are just ordinary people who have awakened their abilities, and they know very little about music.

Even if you listen to it, it's mostly pop music.

Aldington's piece, on the other hand, is obviously a bit more difficult, and it sounds like a certain historical and region-like track.

However, of course, they don't know that even those who have entered the music world cannot trace their origins.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it, but ...... I don't know why, but I suddenly want to cry......"

A female awakened person with braided hair, wearing a Soviet cadet women's uniform, and holding a short knife in her hand, suddenly spoke.

At the same time, two clear tears rolled down her eyes.

"I ...... It's also a little uncomfortable, so strange. ”

A male team member glanced at the girl and said.

Although he didn't cry, his eyes were already red, and there were already tears whirling, but because of his gender, he endured it and tried to show his strength.

After speaking, he subconsciously turned his head.

He was immediately surprised to find that almost all the other companions around him had the same expressions as him.

His eyes were red, his expression was sad, he pouted his head, and endured the sourness in his heart.

Only Alexei seems to be better because of the Hitomi technique.

However, the sourness in his heart kept beating his heart, and for some reason, he suddenly recalled the past events in his life that had made him cry.

"This tune...... It seems to affect our mood. ”

He couldn't help but say.

"It seems to be, but I'm more inclined to say that it's in response to the scene in front of us."

One of the team members couldn't help but wipe his tears, looked at the dragons rumbling in front of him, and said:

"Once...... Something terrible must have happened. ”

"Okay, hold back your tears, cheer up, we have to act."

The team leader shouted.

Then, the group of young people wiped their eyes almost at the same time, took up their backpacks, and ran towards the projection center with the rushing dragon in this mournful music!

It's just that, as they set off, Alexei once again felt some kind of fluctuation.

This time, it was no longer a "peep", but it was clearer, but there was still nothing to be found.

He wanted to tell his teammates how he felt, but found that the rest of them had already run away, so he could only shake his head, take a step, and follow.

……

……

Projection edges.

There is a small team stationed here, and the most conspicuous of them is the person in charge who was transferred from the first division, Xing Hong.

According to the agreement between the two countries, he could not enter unless there was an accident.

Otherwise, it would be much easier to explore the projection as long as Shi Shengcun came.

Because of the location, he only vaguely saw the phantom of the dragon in the distance.

When Cheng Lin blew this song, his mind also sounded synchronously.

He clearly felt that this voice came from the distant heavenly dome, and based on previous experiences, he could easily judge that this was the legacy of "Cheng Senior".

Therefore, he was not too nervous about this abnormal change.

After all, all the remnants of "Cheng's predecessors" are always lacking in danger.

Still, when his inner emotions began to change with the tune, he instinctively resisted.

But no matter how he tried it, he couldn't stop the sound from ringing in his heart.

I can't control the sadness in my heart.

And standing around him, the leaders of the Ten Academies were even more unbearable, whether they were strong or weak in cultivation, their eyes were irrepressibly red, but they could only endure it desperately, and for a while, it was a little funny.

After being silent for a while, Xing Hong finally gave up resistance, sighed deeply, and said:

"Don't hold on, I know you're working hard."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged people beside him hid their faces and whimpered in unison.

……

……

"Caowei! Slow down! Slow down! ”

In the forest, the students of the Ten Academies ran hard, their spiritual power was stirring, their physical strength was full, and the spirit sword in their hands cut off the obstacles along the way one by one.

However, he never caught up with the small figure in front of him.

You can only keep yourself from being left behind.

When the dragon attacked, the beasts retreated, and it was indeed a good time for them to advance.

However, they were not happy at all at the moment, and everyone's face was filled with a sense of mourning as if they were participating in a white event.

The face was filled with tears, and the cold wind blowing in the face irritated the fragile eyeballs even more, and the tears were even more unbearable.

Even the voice of shouting Cao Wei was accompanied by a crying sound.

They wanted to control it, but they couldn't, and then they simply let their grief run wild.

……

Meanwhile.

In the huge projection, many teams made similar discoveries, and even though there was unspeakable despair in the air, they could only run after the long line.

And hope that this music will stop as soon as possible.

……

On the silent hillside, there was nothing.

No one knew that there was a portal to the spiritual realm hidden deep here.

Inside the spiritual realm, the "sun" on the World Tree has long been extinguished, but the dense leaves are blooming with a faint light, like a starry sky.

Ciri's two paws grasped the twigs of the World Tree, his small body trembled, his eyes the size of mung beans were scarlet, tears rippled, and he stared sadly at the figure sitting cross-legged at the entrance not far away.

Cheng Lin didn't realize it, when he played this tune, the whole person was immersed in it, forgetting about foreign objects.

Thanks to the special effects of this "Dragon Flute".

He, as a player, is doubly affected by the emotional impact.

At this moment, his face was already filled with tears while playing the dragon flute, and his clothes were wet.

Finally, with the final final note blown, the "Twilight March" came to an end.

The voice slowly faded away, and the voice that resounded in the hearts of tens of thousands of monks around the world slowly faded away.

Cheng Lin put down the dragon flute, and the tears on his face like a flood finally stopped.

He barely grinned, and then saw the illusory text input box reappear in front of him.

Without much hesitation, his faith moved, and the poem that Aldington had recited came to mind.

Click Send.

After a slight delay.

A "voice" sounded in the hearts of the countless cultivators running in the forest at the same time:

"Like a pale, cold, hazy smile."

Cao Wei's small body running in the forest suddenly shook, and she couldn't help but stop and look at the sky.

"In the dark night sky, by a shooting star"

"An island surrounded by the sea"

The sound resumed.

Everywhere in the projection, the cultivators who were either running or pausing raised their heads at the same time, looking at the tall figure riding the dragon in the sky, who had already lowered the dragon flute.

Immediately, they were amazed to see an astonishing change in the sky.

The night sky first turned extremely dark, and then, in the north, a shining, illusory meteor rose from the ground, streaked straight through the sky, and fell forward.

The meteor was so bright that it could be easily seen from anywhere.

Even Xing Hong, who is standing on the edge of the projection, is the same.

Then, on the huge land, countless exclamations rang out.

The practitioners could clearly see the meteor over their heads, falling southward, and then flashing in the shape of an island on the clouds.

Before they could express their astonishment, the voice in their hearts continued to chant:

"Wait for the strange morning light to rise"

Immediately, people only saw that the sky seemed to be bright for a while, and in the middle of the air in front of them, an illusory brilliance appeared, almost illuminating the earth!

"It will melt the clouds above you"

Countless illusory clouds were stacked in the night sky overhead, and suddenly, as if a strong wind was blowing, the shining pure white clouds scattered one after another.

"Hell and Heaven Came to naught......

The "voice" in their hearts is still appearing, unhurried and unhurried, as if reciting a poem.

And every time a verse emerges, an illusory image that hangs over the continent will have a vision that matches the verse.

As soon as the word is spoken, the world has changed greatly.

The phantom turned into a realm of clarity for a while, and then fell into boundless darkness.

It wasn't until the last line of Aldington's poem was read that those visions slowly dissipated.

All voices are gone.

It was the image of the dragon that was running wildly, and it was almost endless, and it slowly faded away.

People wake up like they are dreaming.

……

On the hillside.

Cheng Lin had already walked out of the spirit realm, quietly watching the illusory images in the sky constantly changing, as if he was watching a drama.

It wasn't until everything was silent that he let out a deep breath to dispel the last wisps of sorrow in his heart.

"What a terrible feature...... How do you make me look like this......"

Cheng Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at the wet placket, considering whether to light a flame and bake it.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar shout:

"Cheng Lin? Do you hear that? Where are you? ”

It was Fu Zhongting's voice.

"I'm here! Come on! ”

Subconsciously responded, only to see the trees swaying, and a sound of footsteps quickly approaching.

After that, I only saw a few guys in the Ninth Courtyard team coming out with tears on their faces.

Seeing Cheng Lin, several people were stunned.

Immediately, Xiao Ningyu couldn't help but be surprised: "Cheng Lin, why are you crying worse than me?" ”

"This ......"

It's really hard to explain, saying that I have a strong sense of empathy?

How can you say it so that you don't lose too much face? It's useless to wait online and wait......

Cheng Lin didn't know how to answer for a while.

Fortunately, Xie Qingke's voice interrupted his thinking:

"The image is almost gone, let's go! The beasts fled as the dragons passed, which means that the path was safe, and we had to hurry up and try to get to the center of the projection before they returned! ”