Even if it is the master of the other peaks, on weekdays, except for preaching, he will not go out, but now, without the slightest hesitation, he flew out the same way, with doubts in his eyes, on the top of the big array, after finding his position, he scattered his cultivation, although he had doubts, but he did not ask. [Latest chapter reading.]

The dispatch of the three leaders was too sensational, and the cultivation of the entire sect was all at this time, ready for battle.

At this moment, on the nine peaks on the south bank, at each Babel Tower, there was a strong light, and the strength of this light formed a pillar of light, which blasted towards the sky, but the pillar of light slammed into the big array and did not show through.

At this moment, the nine peaks on the north bank, the same light appeared, with nine pillars of light, the same explosion, and even more weird, the same appearance in this explosion, this scene, except for the three in charge, the other people, the degree of shock in their hearts is unimaginable.

On the bodies of the eighteen lineage disciples, each of them, on their chests, there was an unknown mark, and the appearance of this mark made even the eighteen lineage disciples stunned.

Every disciple of the lineage is subconsciously, following the guidance of his own imprint, looking up, and when he looks, he looks at one of the eighteen peaks in the north and south, as if he belongs there.

This situation had never appeared before, and the eighteen inheritance disciples were a little dazed in their eyes.

Everyone had doubts, but at this moment, a piano sound, from the underground of the Tianyin Sect, came out in an instant, the appearance of this qin sound was extremely strange, when it appeared, it made the light of the eighteen peaks in the north and south even worse, it seemed that the appearance of this great array of protectors was to block the light of the eighteen peaks in the north and south.

Eighteen peaks in the north and south, Mu Hao had felt it at the top of the mountain before, it seemed that there was a peak in the north and south, far away, at this moment, there was a light that everyone could not see, a total of nine, each of them, connecting the two peaks, and there was a trace of humming sound.

The appearance of that sound rhythm broke the silence of the Tianyin Sect for countless years, and everyone, at this time, seemed to show confusion in their eyes, and in this confusion, they seemed to see pieces of memories, and the pictures in these memories had never been experienced, and they seemed to be the memories of the past life, in this life, overlapping, as if they were going to occupy the memories of this life.

"A song of falling flowers..."

This scene is extremely terrifying, the real person who fell into the flower saw this, his face was solemn, at this moment, when he pinched the trick, a piece of petals appeared around the body, and finally, between the world and the world, it seemed, there was a flower rain.

It's a rain of falling flowers.

Every petal has the imprint of cultivation, and when it falls on the body, a sound sounds, the sound is crisp, although it is not big, but it has the effect of meditation.

Petals, whether they fall to the ground, should be monks, monsters, or trees, but whenever they fall, there is a crisp sound.

The appearance of that piece of flower rain made the entire Tianyin Sect, with the shattering of each petal, the crisp sound that came out seemed to form a song.

Every moment, there is a different place, there is a petal shattering, so that there is a sound, tick-tock, and that sound carries a melody, which is composed within the Tianyin Sect.

The appearance of that song made everyone come back to their senses, and subconsciously looked up, and the pieces of falling flowers formed a Taoist song that shocked them incomparably.

"That's what it is...... What is the strength of the command..."

......

Many people, all of them had fiery eyes, looking at the highest place, three blurred figures.

Wuji Zhenren frowned, looked at the eighteen peaks in the north and south, and then slowly looked at the first peak on the south bank, where Mu Hao was.

"I'll wait, I'll give you a chance, if you succeed, then I'll be able to regain the peak of the Heavenly Sound Wonderful Law..."

Wuji Zhenren opened his mouth and said, around him, the space was distorted, and the other two people also had thoughts, but more of them also cared about Mu Hao.

Mu Hao didn't know about this outside world, where he was, the ice and snow had already melted, and even the cold of heaven and earth had already dissipated.

A colorful light loomed.

Mu Hao's face was pale, before him, the power of divine consciousness was not enough, the song of destruction and the song of immortality could not be fused, if he didn't give up, he would definitely fall.

It was also at that time that he remembered that before, the figure of the general Taichung was the fallen monk after the ancient war, condensed the soul and gathered in it, all of them were at the peak, and because they had experienced the great war between heaven and earth, therefore, there was the power to destroy the world.

At the critical moment, Mu Hao used the worship of the general platform to evolve the funeral song in the worship of the general platform into the power of the world, so that the song of the destruction of the world directly surpassed the song of immortality and became an extreme.

But this kind of fusion, the pain that will be formed, will be ten million times greater than before.

At this moment, in that picture, the young man's hand unconsciously fell on the dying lyre.

That waterhole actually boiled at this moment, and when it boiled, columns of water flew out, and then, when it hovered in the air, finally, the water formed a platform of several feet.

It seems that this piano should be placed on that stage.

The surrounding monks, one by one, were red-eyed, and they couldn't figure out why this dying harp would float towards the young man, and there was one, until the waterhole was quiet, and the threat suddenly disappeared.

There was a monk who flew out at this moment, wanting to snatch the dyrea, he pinched the trick violently, and a talisman appeared, and when it was crushed, it formed a strong protective force, enveloping itself, and then, in an instant, flew away.

The young man was panicked at the moment, he knew that if he gave up this piano, maybe he would survive, but in this life, he was extremely confused about the road ahead, in his opinion, this life, should have been peaceful, perhaps, humming that tune, to live his life.

He was even more frightened, but it didn't mean that he didn't have anger, the monk wanted to take away his harp, which seemed to him like a relative, and an unimaginable anger appeared in his heart for the first time.

His hand, on the dying lyre, was born with six fingers, it seems, after birth, he can play, he plucked the string violently, the string was indeed plucked, but it seemed to be extremely sharp, the young man's fingers, cut.

There was blood, pouring out of the wound and falling on the lyre.

"Don't touch it..."

This is the first time in his life that he has spoken, it sounds a little awkward, but anyone can feel it, an unimaginable anger appeared, and in an instant, it spread in all directions.

"It's ...... Confessing the Lord...... How is that possible..."

The monk's eyes widened suddenly, and the wound on his finger, its blood, dripped, melted into the lyre, and the lyre at this moment was not quite the same as before, it seemed to have spirituality.

Beneath the six fingers, under the strings plucked by anger, there was a sonorous sound rippling away.

The appearance of this sound formed a ripple, which spread violently in all directions, and everything was annihilated after the ripple touched.

The monks around him maintained their previous movements, but their faces showed unimaginable expressions, and this sound made the surrounding area for hundreds of miles directly annihilated.

All the monks, at that moment, their bodies dissolved and became a dry bone, all trees withered directly, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth was dispersed.

Seeing this, the young man didn't believe it, he held the dynam, and looked at the dry bones around him, just before, these people were all alive, even if they looked a little fierce and vicious, but after all, they were all alive.

He had never seen such a scene, and he didn't even believe that these people were killed by themselves.

Before he found it, the dry bones of the monk who had been sealing him, after groaning, dug a pit, buried him, he didn't know, how to face it, but before this monk, he taught him to read, taught him everything on this continent, basic.

Perhaps, that divine consciousness was not important to the monk, but for the young man, it was very different, and that simple divine consciousness affected his whole life.

He stayed in the waterhole for three days, and it wasn't until three days later that he walked out, here, there was no bamboo forest, and for him, the memories of a lifetime no longer existed.

No one knows, where he goes, no one knows, his name.

A thousand years later, in the human world, there is one more six-fingered Qin Emperor.

The picture turned again, and the picture also shocked Mu Hao, because this was also a battle between heaven and earth, and this time, Mu Hao saw it very clearly.

The entire starry sky seemed to be trembling, and Mu Hao couldn't see the other three emperors and five emperors, but he saw the one before...... Mulberry butterflies.

There seems to be a hundred thousand starry sky, appearing in the mulberry butterfly, with the existence of 100,000 starry sky, the roar formed, to confront the rhythm of the six-fingered Qin Emperor.

That sound, through the vastness, when the six-fingered Qin Emperor fell, suddenly, he realized.

"My cultivation of the immortals, with my longevity, can condense the song of longevity, this is a battle to destroy the world, if this battle does not die, I can, condense the song of destruction, but unfortunately, now, enlightenment, but it is ...... I can't do it..."

The six-fingered Qin Emperor closed his eyes, at this last moment, he understood, but he didn't have the opportunity to play this song, unwillingly, tried everything, forcibly formed a brand, formed a sound-fairy codex, with obsession, as a inheritance, and then, fighting for the last life, to choose...... Self-destructing.

......

The picture, in the end, dimmed, and Mu Hao opened his eyes violently.

Within his stone sea, there is a mark, that mark is the brand of Emperor Qin, and now Mu Hao has successfully condensed the song of destroying the world, and he has a chance to use this brand to perform a complete Taoist song with the voice of Emperor Qin.

"Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu, this should be, that place outside the sky, the unique rhythm ......"

"The first layer of the palace realm is the fourth heavenly sound, now that I have condensed the Dao song, perhaps, I can go to the Babel Tower of the Nine Peaks and exercise my physical body..."

Mu Hao's eyes showed a gleam, turning into a long rainbow, he didn't know that it took him a whole month to understand that song, and when he walked out at this moment, looking at the big array between heaven and earth, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

"This is, the sect war, it doesn't seem to be time......"

Mu Hao's heart trembled, this scene was too shocking, 400,000 disciples, to maintain the operation of that big array, not to mention, there were elders, there were inheritance disciples, and there were three people in charge.

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