The white tower shook violently suddenly.

"Everyone be careful!" Xuan Gu reminded loudly, "Cooperate with the Sword Formation!"

Daoyuan's side belongs to Xuangu with the largest seniority, and her words are still very weighty, as soon as the words fell, everyone quickly pulled out their flying swords and lined up the sword array.

The voice continues.

But this sound is not static, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes like a whisper of the crowd, how strange and strange.

"Sound work, but the goal is not us. Siyin said. Sheng Juefeng is proficient in all kinds of techniques, and Siyin is especially good at music rhythm and medical skills.

"Hmm. Siyin, can you detect who the caster is?" Xuan Gu said.

Siyin shook her head. "There has always been a quasi-tonality, and all the pitch changes are based on the pitch, no matter how it changes, as long as you know the pitch, you can study the method of cracking the pitch. Some casters will hide the key very well to confuse their opponents. But the so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and as observers, we have more opportunities to hear the hidden tune. However, this passage is not in tune. There is not even a source of sound. I've never seen anything like it. ”

"Is that someone coming to help us?" Ling'er asked in a low voice.

"Nope. We are still in the enchantment of the tracing stream, and there can be no external help from outside forces, only people in this enchantment. Siyin said.

"That'...... Could it be Shen Mengyou?" Ling'er pointed to Shen Mengyou, who was standing on the side.

Xuan Gu shook his head. "From what I know of her, she shouldn't know how to do this. And you look at her face. ”

"Cold expression?" Ling'er wondered.

"Nope. It was the expression of a prey being robbed. Xuangu said coldly.

Shen Mengyou looked at the top of the tower with a frosty face, and still didn't move.

Xuan Gu continued: "According to my inference, this should be the legendary Sanskrit sound. ”

"One of the five strongest spells of the Dao Yuan?" Ling'er said in surprise.

Xuangu nodded. "Yes. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Sanskrit either, and I don't know what kind of exercise it is. The only thing I know is that Sanskrit sound is a last resort spell that can only be used, it will cause irreversible damage to the enemy, and even turn people into idiots, with no possibility of recovery at all. It's just that Heilin's words before made me care a lot. He said that what did Fan Hong leave behind on that Wing Clan boy, and what was he afraid of? ”

"So, did the Fan Realm Lord imprint the Sanskrit sound on that young man's body before he died?" Siyin said.

Xuangu denied: "I don't think that's the case. From what I know about the Thunder Realm, Sanskrit sound shouldn't be an active attack technique. The Thunder Realm is known for refining weapons, and there has always been an idea circulating in the realm that the final hole cards are not revealed, so the battle armor of the Thunder Realm will have so many form changes, just like the Holy Emperor armor selected by the last realm. There are a lot of treasures in the Thunder Realm, and the protection of these treasures is also very beautiful. So what about people, and whether there is such protection for people? This is a question that several of our realm masters have often discussed before. I think the Fan Realm Lord should have also left a hand. As a senior of the old batch, the Fan Realm Lord seems to have never used Sanskrit sound since he can remember, and even the previous Thunder Realm Lord has not taken the initiative to use Sanskrit sound, even if Shen Mengyou invaded the Tianji Sect at the beginning, no one has used Sanskrit sound. This makes people wonder, does Sanskrit really exist in the Thunder Realm? ”

"Master, what do you understand?" Ling'er asked curiously.

"What can be used as a last defense, what can make his opponent succeed and make his achievements go to naught, what can make Sanskrit sound 100% triggered?" Xuan Gu became more and more excited the more he spoke.

Siyin thought for a while and said, "Lord of the Xuan Realm, I seem to understand. Sanskrit is not an active trigger spell, but can only be triggered passively?

"What can be called passive?" asked Ling'er.

Xuangu said: "Death." Only death is a condition that can be triggered 100%. It was a spell that had been placed in the caster's body for a long time, using his own life as a medium, and such a blood curse could silently cover the target and attack after the caster's death. ”

"Blood spells, that's a forbidden spell!" Siyin couldn't help but blurt out.

"It's not the first time the Thunder Realm has done this kind of thing. Fan Hong's master, Elder Heyang, had done the same thing to that witch's master, that is, the man named Xiao Mosheng who created the Body Sword Sect!" Xuan Gu said.

Shen Mengyou's expression was uncertain. In the process of everyone's conversation, she herself figured out what this rumbling and strange voice represented at this moment. "Heilin, you guy, you already know this. Damn it. Shen Meng said hatefully.

"Elder Heyang......? Didn't Elder Heyang be killed by the witch?" Siyin wondered, "If Heyang also has the condition for this blood curse to be triggered......

"Nope. Xuangu said word by word, "Heyang was killed by the Heavenly Tribulation. Shen Mengyou is different from that Wing Clan boy. That young man may become a victim of the ancient blood curse that has been circulating in the Thunder Realm for hundreds of years. ”

Siyin looked at the white tower, his eyes a little gloomy. "Blood for blood? ”

At this moment, Schiako's mind swept over like a tsunami, and as he continued to trigger the power of the King's Eight Wings more and more, the terrifying melody almost broke his spirit.

This is definitely not a side effect of the Eight Wings of the King. Someone did have a ghost in him.

Damn it!

"I can't let that happen. Those Zhongzhou people are just ants!How can ants fight against God!" Schiako's heart cried.

As an orphan of the Wing Clan, he gave his all to possess the Eight Wings of the King. That kind of price is not something that others can grasp.

We don't want to linger in the ruins, we have to fight, even if it's our own lives.

This is the life credo of their people. Over the years, many people have gone forward and broken their bones for this faith.

"Xiao Ke. In the future we will build a beautiful big house here. Each Wing Clan has their own home. We also have our home. "How far away that voice was, yet how clear.

That face, however, can no longer be touched, can no longer be heard.

What took it all away, what made his fate destined to carry everything.

"Sister......" Schia muttered. "I'm going to kill every Zhongzhou person I see, I'm going to make them cry, I'm going to make them cry and make them beg. The pain we experience will cost them a hundredfold and a million times more. Even if they beg for mercy, I will still break them into pieces!"

But why did he relented just now? Wouldn't it be better to kill them all? Why did the girl in white in the crowd who begged him to spare everyone feel familiar?

My sister is gone. But I'm going to live, I still have unfinished business, that dirty fate.

The strange rhythm became more and more intense, like a giant beast that wanted to devour everything. There were no more thoughts in Schiako's mind, and a white light flashed through his brain, shattering all memories and power.

The eight wings dissipated, and the giant white tower collapsed with a bang.

The Sanskrit sound resounds, and all things are silent.