Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-One

Xiao Ye shook to the ground, and the demonic energy around his body also dissipated, returning to his original appearance.

There was blood at the corners of his mouth and his face was pale.

Looks badly injured.

But the domineering momentum on his body did not weaken much, and he grinned at Long Xiaoshan: "It's really powerful, but in the future, I will come to you again." ”

Long Xiaoshan's expression was indifferent and unimpressed.

Not to mention in the future, even now, Xiao Ye has not forced out his true strength.

How could he care about the courage of a loser?

saw Xiao Ye get off the fighting platform.

The whole stand is getting more and more crazy.

Three wins in a row!

It's three wins in a row!

Even the famous magic knife Xiao Ye was defeated in the hands of Long Xiaoshan.

The only difference is that Xiao Ye forced Long Xiaoshan to get up, and in this regard, he is better than Liyang Gongzi and Ye Qingluan in front.

Unlike the frenzy of the stands.

The atmosphere of the strong Douluo on the side of the fighting platform was a little cold.

After Xiao Ye stepped down.

There was no strong Roman to keep up with the challenge, you must know that after Ye Qingluan was defeated, he immediately went up to several strong Douluo.

Obviously, they know better than those spectators the strength that Xiao Ye showed just now, even such a strong Xiao Ye was defeated, they stepped forward, can they please it?

For a while, it fell into a blank period.

"Ahh ”

"I didn't dare to go up. ”

The drums in the stands are getting louder.

It's not a big deal to see the excitement.

The void suddenly came with a piercing brain-piercing demon sound, sweeping across the entire Douluo Field, making most of them look like earth, and the sound of drumming also came to an abrupt end.

At this time, there was another figure on the fighting platform.

He has long brown hair, and his face is shrouded in a gray mist of nothingness, and he can't see his specific face clearly.

"It's the Demon Voice-sama. ”

"The true disciple of the Great Luo Soul Sect has finally appeared. ”

The first few games were not the disciples of the Great Luo Soul Sect.

And everyone knows that Long Xiaoshan killed the Quartet in the Douluo Field because of the conflict with the Great Luo Soul Sect, and then he stepped on the genius of the Great Luo Soul Sect step by step to reach his current position.

Therefore, the appearance of the demon sound is even more meaningful, this is the battle between the Great Luo Soul Sect and Long Xiaoshan.

It was Long Xiaoshan who continued to step on the Great Luo Soul Sect and staged a miracle.

Or the Great Luo Soul Sect put an end to this miracle.

At the moment, it is still unknown.

On the battle platform, the battle broke out in an instant, and in the void, there was a piercing magic sound, and those sound waves were intertwined in the void, everywhere, and irresistible.

Even Long Gang around Long Xiaoshan couldn't stop the penetration of sound waves.

This is another form of attack.

It's the perfect combination of sonic and soul arts.

In an instant, Long Xiaoshan felt that the river was turning over in his mind, the terrifying magic sound was raging in it, the six divine wheels shone up, Long Xiaoshan folded his hands, fell on the void, and the breath of great perfection and great freedom appeared on his body.

"The Great Age of Genes"

Above his head, divine power flows, and a statue of the immovable Ming King is conceived and born.

"Phew!"

The king of Ming roared sharply, like the roar of a lion in Buddhism.

Shatter all the magic sounds that enter the body.

Long Xiaoshan has the three cultivations of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons, and the King of Fudo Ming is the first seat of the eight Ming kings of Buddhist Tantra, and has the ability to remove obstacles when encountering any difficulties, and does not mean to waver.

The Buddha Buddha manifests the image of anger so that the evil demons that infest sentient beings are frightened and far away, so that sentient beings will not waver in their bodhichitta on the path of cultivation.

The magic sound pierces the brain, it is for evil.

How could it be possible to shake the law of King Ming.

"Boom, boom, boom, horn, moo, boom!"

Long Xiaoshan pinched the demon seal in his hand, recited the six-character mantra, and golden Sanskrit words flowed out of the mouth of King Ming, like golden lotus flowers reflecting the void.

These golden lotus flowers are flying all over the sky.

Everywhere you go.

The magic sounds were shattered.

There were more and more golden lotuses, and the demon sound was constantly suppressed, enveloping the demon sound from all directions.

Demon Yin's whole person was wrapped in a golden lotus, and suddenly, his eyes opened, and above the void, a huge magic qin appeared, and the natal appearance of demon sound was a qin.

The strings are strumming, and the gray sound waves cut the heavens and the earth.

Even the six-character mantra was cut open.

The demon sound soared up, his eyes burst into star-like light, his ten fingers of both hands flicked quickly in the void, the soul of the qin was on the face, the strings also fluctuated rapidly, and the sound of the qin vibrated between heaven and earth.

It's different from the cacophony just now.

The current sound of the piano is pleasant, melodious, and penetrates into people's hearts, without a trace of evil and killing.

Therefore, the golden Buddha sound cannot cause any damage to the sound of the qin.

The sound of this piano flows, between heaven and earth, as if only those sounds are left, everyone can get different feelings when they hear this piano sound, and Long Xiaoshan is the same, in this piano sound.

He returned to Longyang Village, a wild boy, worked hard, stepped out of the small mountain village, became a student of a prestigious university, in the school, he was just as good, and finally jumped into the dragon gate, married a rich lady in the capital, and became a celebrity in the capital.

Wake up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauties.

A lifetime of romance.

How jolly.

In the blink of an eye, eighty years have passed.

Long Xiaoshan was lying on the hospital bed.

Now he is a hundred years old, for mortals, this is already the high life of high life, even if Long Xiaoshan has hundreds of millions of family fortunes and enjoys the best medical treatment, it has now reached the limit.

He also clearly felt that he had reached the limit.

The bedside was surrounded by his children and grandchildren.

The youngest of the five generations of grandchildren can already call his grandfather.

Beside him, his wife is not old, although she is as old as him, but she is still alive.

"Xiaoshan, go with peace of mind, you can rest assured, everything in Longmen will be fine. His wife held his hand tightly.

"Father. ”

"Grandpa. ”

"Rest assured, everything is fine. ”

Long Xiaoshan's cloudy eyes watched all this.

In this life, everything you want is obtained, money, beauty is missing, the family is also harmonious, filial piety and grandchildren, even at the age of 100, when you are dying, looking back on your life, there seems to be no regrets.

What a perfect life.

Long Xiaoshan's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to be about to die with satisfaction.

But at this moment, Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows lit up violently, his old face continued to transform, his white hair turned black, and his dead wood-like skin regained its ruddy luster.

In the horrified eyes of the descendants, Long Xiaoshan slowly floated up, stepped in the air, and chanted: "Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, a hundred years of big dreams, a good floating song, it's time to wake up, it's time to wake up." ”

Everything in front of him was like a dream bubble, and it all dissipated in the chanting of Long Xiaoshan.

It has been a hundred years since the dragon hill in the dream.

When he woke up, he was still standing on the fighting platform, and opposite him, the fingers of the demon sound trembled, dang!

The strings break.

A stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of the demon sound's mouth.

His song "Floating Life" seems to have no murderous intentions, but it is his masterpiece of the piano, invisibly, controlling people's souls, and even Long Xiaoshan is almost lost in the floating dream.

But after all, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual cultivation was beyond his imagination.

The floating life is broken.

Demon sound defeated!