"Lalalala......"

It's a song that hums a prelude with "lalala", but that's all, and when this song that has not yet been sung sounds, many miracles have already happened. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The earthly nakshatra felt the most disgusting divine aura in his life, countless noisy and harsh sounds kept buzzing in his ears, and his body suddenly felt extremely heavy, as if dozens of invisible chains bound its body, tightening it tighter and tighter, making it more and more difficult to breathe, and its strength seemed to be losing little by little.

Mu Yuesheng, the paper farmer, Liu Yu and Feng Yuanlan, who were suppressed by the "soul coercion" of the earthly yaksha, suddenly felt that their bodies were loosened, and the sense of trembling that suppressed their souls disappeared without a trace, and one invisible force after another poured into their bodies from heaven and earth, and their weak state was being eliminated at a very fast speed.

Ye Wuqing felt that the fatigue in his whole body was disappearing at an extremely fast speed, his blood began to burn and boil, more and more power filled every cell in his body, and the long sword in his hand emitted bursts of pleasant sword sounds.

Lee's speechless consciousness immediately woke up, he was also physically and mentally inspired by the singing, but unlike the other newcomers, there was not much joy in his heart, because he didn't need to look back, he had already guessed who the song came from.

The rest of them turned their heads to see where the song came from almost at the same time, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

The silver-haired girl with black-rimmed glasses stood on the ground, elegantly spread her arms, closed her eyes, opened her pink lips, and sang affectionately, even if it was just a simple "lalala......", but the beautiful timbre and melody and the "miracle" created by the singing voice already hinted at her special identity.

"Mu Lengxi ....."

"It's a singer!?"

Singers are an extremely rare profession in the human world, and unlike singers who entertain the public with their voices, singers' singing can create "miracles" and produce various miraculous effects depending on the song.

The singer is arguably the most desired teammate of every professional hero team, the coveted talent of the national army, and the humanoid weapon that can influence a war.

The singer is such a rare and treasure-like existence.

Everyone never expected that in this selection of newcomers sent by the organization, they would encounter a special talent like "Singer", which any organization would strictly protect, and they didn't expect that Mu Lengxi, who they mistakenly thought was a "dumb", would be able to make such a beautiful sound.

Liu Yu was dumbfounded: "The miracle of the magic world, the treasure-level singer...... What kind of monsters are the newcomers this year?"

However, the real shock has not yet begun, because when Mu Lengxi finished singing the prelude of "La La La" and sang the first lyrics with full emotion, the miracle of the singer was truly revealed!

"The wind and rain fall endlessly!"

This is only the first lyric of the most insipid emotion, but it has already exploded everyone's nerves!

The strength pouring into the body, the fatigue and pain that gradually faded, the boiling fighting spirit and courage, everything was completely new and qualitative compared with the prelude to "lalala".

"It's ..... "The Last Stardust" by Silvermoon Singer!"

This is a miracle song that is widely spread, so just by hearing the first lyrics, Feng Yuan, who usually likes to listen to songs, judged the name of the song.

For the newcomers who were almost defeated, Mu Lengxi's singing undoubtedly created a miracle, integrating strength, fighting spirit, and healing, giving them the power to fight again.

But for the earthly nakshatras, this song is a curse of the devil, a judgment of the angels, who suffers and suffers and does not want to endure it for a moment!

"Die!"

Jixing Yaksha broke away from his anger and rushed directly towards Mu Lengxi.

"Protect the singer!"

This is the most common classic sentence shouted on the battlefield, and at this moment, it roared out of Li Wuyu's mouth.

The paper farmer and the others also realized that Ge Ji would become the enemy's most hated target, and they leaned over to Mu Lengxi's location very early.

Because Mu Lengxi's singing gave them a firm fighting spirit, the "soul coercion" of the Earth Yaksha finally had no way to restrain their hands and feet again.

The paper farmer, Liu Yu, Mu Yuesheng and Feng Yuanlan blocked the way of the Yaksha in time, and this time they were finally no longer powerless.

Li Wuyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and turned his head and was about to ask Ye Wuqing to take the opportunity to kill Marshal Niu Bi, but saw that she had already acted.

It turned out that when the Yaksha rushed out desperately and caused Marshal Niu to be left alone, Ye Wuqing immediately seized the long-awaited opportunity with the fastest speed.

Marshal Niubi, who had been frightened for a long time, fled, but was soon caught up, and once again shrank back to defend with his head in his hands, and kept shouting "help" to the earth and the Yaksha, and his embarrassed appearance made people can't imagine that it is actually the lord of the tower layer.

Seeing this, the earthly yaksha hesitated, it did not dare to disobey the order of the adult, and prepared to turn around and go to save Marshal Nimbi first.

Li Wuyu had already rushed over.

"Hold it!"

Attacking back and forth, the Earth Walking Yaksha was restrained by Mu Lengxi's singing, and the "soul coercion" could not be used, and he was suddenly trapped in place by the five newcomers.

......

Mu Lengxi is immersed in her own world, and when she closes her eyes and sings, she must devote all her emotions to create "The Miracle of the Singer".

"The wind and rain fall endlessly!"

"Let the rain knock down the trembling shoulders!"

Imagine yourself in the middle of a storm, your thin body drenched in the rain, your shoulders trembling, because of the cold, but even so, you still have to stand firmly.

Does her singing convey "strong"?

"Walk to the end of your heart's ideal!"

"Scratched young hands!"

"Pick up faded memories!"

"Until the gap in the vacancy is flooded!"

When the ideal in your heart comes to an end, please recall the immature past, the little hands that worked hard to climb even if they were broken, and recall the beautiful memories that will soon fade until they fill the emptiness in your heart.

Does her singing convey the "courage" of chasing ideals?

"Affection, tenderness!"

"It's okay to give up everything!"

"Just find what you've lost!"

Give up all nostalgia and tenderness, just to find the lost faith.

Does her singing voice tell about "persistence"?

"Even if it's destined to be covered in bruises!"

"This heart is still blooming!"

Ah, in fact, she can't sing, because the power of the singer comes from the "spirit of words", but her "spirit of words" is too special, every time she uses the power of "spirit of words", it will cause the "spirit of words" to fall, so that in the end, "spirit of words" is no longer under her control, even if it is just ordinary speech, the out-of-control "spirit of words" will go berserk and cause harm to others.

This is the truth that she can't speak.

In fact, as long as she doesn't sing, she doesn't become a singer.

But... But whenever she sees people who are hurt, people who are grieving, she can't help but want to use her singing voice to bring them strength and encouragement.

Because she is a singer, she wants to create a "miracle".

Even if it is destined to be covered in bruises.

Her heart will still shine.

"The last stardust is high in the sky!"

"Dust to dust, dust to dust!"

"To the other side!"

"Fragments of wishes!"

"Please go to eternity!"

If her voice can become the last stardust, then even if the dust returns to dust and the earth returns to the earth, she must sing her voice towards the other side of the ideal.

She is an eternal singer, even if she will become eternally mute because of this.

O singing of the silver moon!

Please go to eternity!

......

Mu Lengxi's singing created a "miracle" and reversed this already desperate battle.

The light of hope bloomed in her singing.

The power of the earthly yaksha was limited by the singing, and it was completely restrained by the front and back attacks of Li Wuyu's five people, and they couldn't move at all for a while.

Marshal Niubi, who was holding his head to defend, was finally no longer as lucky as before this time, because Ye Wuqing gained excess strength from the song, and this little redundancy broke the balance of strength between them.

The cyan storm was also more violent and ferocious than any before.

Marshal Niubi screamed miserably, once the defensive embankment was opened a gap, it finally ushered in the fate of collapse, and the sword qi full of killing intent continued to cut its body, and its body continued to decrease with the speed that the perverted self-healing ability could not keep up with.

Until only the head with the horns remained.

Dixing Yasha roared angrily, but Li Wuyu was already quite difficult, and Mu Lengxi's singing greatly weakened its combat power, coupled with the paper farmer's domineering marksmanship, Feng Yuan's deadly shield attack, Liu Yu's cunning spell, and Mu Yuesheng's volt electric shock, which was even more tricky because of its unstable power, Dixing Yasha was a little difficult to protect itself at this time, and he had no time to take care of Marshal Niu Bi, who had been cut off to only one head.

"Help, spare me, please, don't kill me!"

Marshal Niubi begged hysterically for mercy.

Ye Wuqing would not feel pity because of this, let alone make any hesitation at this time, because if Marshal Niu did not die, Shi Xiaobai would probably die.

For Ye Wuqing, 100 million cattle are no match for Marshal Shi Xiaobai's hair.

Her eyes were cold, and she stabbed the last sword towards Marshal Niubi's head!

At this moment, suddenly a hoarse voice sounded softly.

"That's it. ”

The calm tone, the simple four words, but as if the director shouted "card", the ongoing battle came to an abrupt end.

Mu Lengxi's singing came to an abrupt end.

Ye Wuqing's sword movement came to an abrupt halt, and his body was completely unable to move.

Li Wuyu, who was struggling with the earthly yaksha, and the paper farmer, Liu Yu, Feng Yuanlan, and Mu Yuesheng were also completely stiff at the same time, like ice sculptures frozen in ice.

"It's game over. ”

The hoarse voice sounded again, and this time everyone saw its appearance, it was a shadow on the ground.

But this was not an ordinary shadow, because it stretched out seven shadow hands like reptiling snakes, grabbing the shadows under the feet of Ye Wuqing's seven people respectively.

"It took a little time, but your shadow has been captured by me, in other words, your consciousness has been imprisoned by me, and you can no longer control your body, so it's time for the game to end. ”

The strange shadow said in an indifferent voice, "But before the game ends, I'll tell you a few brutal truths. ”

"First, killing Marshal Niu Bi can't destroy the 'God Killing Formation', because this is a lie, Marshal Niu Bi is not the eye of the 'God Killing Formation', it's useless to kill it, the real formation eye is in a place where you can't find it at all, so it is impossible to destroy the 'God Killing Formation', and the two people you want to save will definitely die. ”

"Second, I am the lord of the ninth world. That lord sent three lords to kill you, and although he had fun at first, he has now decided to kill you, so you are all dead anyway. ”

"Thirdly, your last escape method, the 'Exit Command', has been disabled by that Lord, who did not hesitate to use unconventional authority to ensure that you were killed, so you actually died unjustly. ”

"Finally, in the end, you can survive a little longer, because I and the Yaksha have no interest in killing people at all, but unfortunately, this stupid cow you cruelly treated is a murderer, so I can't imagine how miserable you will die when its body is fully healed. ”

Calm and indifferent words tell the brutal truth.

The flesh and blood that is condensing, and Marshal Niubi, who is about to be reorganized, heralds a cruel future.

The hope that had just come was so easily shredded, revealing the true face of despair.