Immediately after he entered, the wind chimes on the third floor rang loudly, turning into a crisp sound, spreading all over the world, and many people, after hearing the sermon, opened their eyes and did not feel curious. [Full text reading.]

"Senior Brother Leng Tong is the fourth layer, and Xu Shi is the eighth layer, so their strength, in itself, is more prominent than others, because of the strength of the body, therefore, it is much stronger..."

This time, it was still in the ethereal space, where there were endless clouds, but at this moment, a roaring sound came out, and the middle of the clouds suddenly sunken down.

It was as if a gap had opened, and a huge statue slowly rose in the clouds, and the statue was huge, and then opened its eyes suddenly.

There were two earth-shattering rays of light bursting out of those eyes.

The statue, at this moment, was a little numb, and then, slowly, spoke.

"Hungry..."

"Hungry..."

Every word, with the power of annihilation, turned into an unimaginable speed, in an instant, through Mu Hao, every word can take away a trace of vitality and cultivation.

That kind of speed, there is no escape at all, already, beyond the virtuous realm, the statue, constantly speaking, turned into a word, forming a sound wave, spreading towards Mu Hao.

"Last time, I didn't condense the Dao Song, so it was difficult to get out of this third layer, and now, I don't know, how many layers I can go to..."

In Mu Hao's hands, there was the Heavenly Flute, an ordinary magic weapon, which could not bear the artistic conception of the Eternal Song of Destroying the World, only the treasure of the heavens, but Mu Hao knew that even if it was the Heavenly Flute, it could be played, and the effect was still much worse than that of the Death Piano.

That word struck, and while snatching away Mu Hao's vitality, it also formed a storm and crushed towards Mu Hao.

"In the inheritance of the six-fingered Qin Emperor, a six-character mantra was left, and in the palace merchant horn sign, every word of the mantra is a heavenly sound, but unfortunately, because of the hurry, the last one, did not have time to imprint..."

Mu Hao muttered, the inheritance of Emperor Naqin is almost complete, but in the end, it was too late to leave a complete Dao system, and it fell into heaven and earth.

"The fourfold heavenly sound is the palace character mantra..."

Mu Hao picked up the Heaven Control Flute, condensed the spiritual power of his whole body, and then played it violently.

There was a strange sound coming out, Mu Hao's imaginary backlash did not appear, he remembered that at that first peak, because of the performance of the Immortal Song of Destroying the World, with his cultivation, he could not play, but now, here, there is no slightest impact.

That sound came out, and immediately, penetrated in all directions, above the nine heavens, and under the nine shadows, it was impossible to stop the slightest, and even faintly, it was like a tower of heaven.

This sound came out, turning into an unimaginable storm, and the clouds dispersed directly, and as the clouds dispersed, Mu Hao saw the complete statue under the clouds.

That statue looked seven points similar to the statue of the trial tower at the moment.

The statue no longer spoke, and even on the statue, cracks appeared, this song, Mu Hao couldn't estimate, but he could detect the power of destroying the world in the rhythm.

Until his vision blurred, a whirlpool appeared in front of him, and in this whirlpool, it was the fourth layer.

"The inheritance of this Qin Emperor is really terrifying, our practice is to condense into a sound with understanding, and then, with many changes in rhythm, to condense a song..."

"But the mantra of this palace is different, it goes the other way, with one note, it turns into a song, and when it is played, only that one note needs to be played..."

Mu Hao's eyes, with an indescribable shock, the so-called moving realm, is to rely on the perception to condense the Taoist song, when it is played, it takes time, this is to turn many sounds into a song.

But this mantra is different, only one note is played, and this sound is the power of a condensed song, the perfect way to burst the rhythm, and the explosion of a piece of rhythm is the explosion of a song.

Just like the opposite, playing a song, you need a hundred breaths, that hundred breaths, just a song, but yourself, in a hundred breaths, you can play a hundred tones, each tone, is a song, this hundred tones of rhythm out, like a hundred songs, when it erupts, it is even more terrifying, there is no waste, between the former and the latter, there is a world of difference.

One tone gathers elegance, and one song kills a hundred flowers.

is talking about the way of music and rhythm that everyone practices, but here Mu Hao, it is different.

One sound kills a hundred flowers, and a song laughs beautifully.

This is the inheritance of the Six-Fingered Qin Emperor, and because of this, this inheritance, through the ages, has not been understood, and this required opportunity cannot be violated.

Only then did Mu Hao discover that the cultivation that had been dispersed before had re-condensed, and the spiritual power here was so strong that he could recover his spiritual power in an instant, which was why he was able to support Mu Hao and play the mantra.

After Mu Hao rested, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped directly into the fourth layer, and then, the wind chimes on the fourth layer, at this moment, burst out, this scene made the cultivation of the Tao a little surprised, it is not strange to enter the fourth layer, but this speed is extremely fast.

This scene has made many people pay attention here.

Within the fourth layer, Mu Hao stood on a platform, and outside this platform, there was sea water, just like in this endless sea, only this platform existed.

However, this platform is extremely high, and it is thousands of feet away from the sea.

Even after that, there was a strong wind, and this wind brought up the waves of the monstrous sea, and in the midst of the waves, there seemed to be some strange sound, and then it crashed on the platform.

With the impact, this platform, a sudden shock, sank downward, this time sinking, enough to have a hundred zhang, and then, there are waves, constantly beating over, every time, make the platform, sink a hundred zhang.

Mu Hao scruples, it won't be long before this platform will sink to the bottom of the sea and drown itself, because here, it is forbidden to be empty.

Unable to fly, if the platform was submerged and did not go out, it could only be counted as a failure, Mu Hao sat cross-legged on the platform, and then took out the Heaven Control Flute and began to play.

This time, he played very slowly, he needed to master the speed of spiritual power recovery here, otherwise, if he played fast, he could not replenish it in time, and then he would pass out in a coma at the first peak, just like before.

It wasn't until ten breaths later that his face turned pale, and he could have mastered the speed, and then, looking at the great waves, began to play.

Every sound, with the power of destruction, like a spell, rushed towards the waves, the waves, constantly disappearing, but the sinking power was only weakened, not really dissipated.

Half an hour later, Mu Hao's Dao platform was already lower than the thousand zhang, and there were waves, which directly swooped in, turning into the force of impact, making Mu Hao overflow with blood.

"However, it should be, something went wrong, otherwise, it stands to reason that this wave should disappear..."

While Mu Hao was thinking about it, the platform was still declining, and it was affected more, and even the cultivation in the body was a little chaotic.

"No, perhaps, the power of this impact is not in the waves, but in the waves, the power of the wind, the whistling sound, is the key to cracking..."

Mu Hao raised his head suddenly, and then, with a bang, one by one, the rhythm came out, directly penetrating the waves and bombarding the invisible wind.

Heaven and earth seemed to be silent, with the disappearance of the violent wind, at this moment, the wind and waves were calm, and then, a strong force of qi and blood surged towards Mu Hao, making this moment, Mu Hao's physical strength was more sophisticated.

Faintly, it is necessary to break through the peak of the late stage of the mortal sage.

This feeling, Mu Hao enjoyed it very much, and his mind was comfortable, and at this moment, that piece of sea, as if it had been slashed by the Heavenly Dao, in front of Mu Hao's Dao platform, there was a line, and it was sunken.

The endless sea water, with that line, began to spread out in both directions, in front of Mu Hao, there was an abyss three zhang wide and ten thousand zhang deep, and at this time, from under his feet, there were layers of water waves appeared, and then, directly with the sea water, a ladder was formed, leading straight to the abyss.

This scene, even if Mu Hao has experienced so much, he was shocked when he saw it at this moment, and then, after hesitating, he walked on the steps formed by the condensation of the sea water.

That step up, there were ripples under his feet, this scene made Mu Hao amazed, and after a few steps, he put away his thoughts and walked down.

After a hundred steps, Mu Hao subconsciously raised his head, and above it was not the same as before, but a blur, with no end in sight.

At the same time, the wind chimes of the fifth layer, in an instant, sounded, this crisp sound was even louder, after it came out at this moment, a storm was formed, and there were not many monks who could walk through the fifth layer, most of these people were leaders.

For this Babel Tower, Mu Hao is also in a state of mind, the space in it is extremely mysterious, Mu Hao doesn't know how much it costs to condense it.

Moreover, there is more than one, there are nine such towers of Babel.

The superposition of these nine seats is enough to form a transformation, so that the monks of the Tianyin Sect will benefit more.

"This is the fifth floor..."

Mu Hao was a little surprised, the space here was not much the same as before, it was no longer dangerous, but the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

At a glance, there are pavilions and pavilions everywhere, and there is an auspicious light, flickering above the clouds, Mu Hao's eyes showed a look of doubt, here, there is no one else, in this vast land, it seems that some are too quiet.

"How should I get through this place..."

Mu Hao's brows furrowed, walking in this fairyland-like space, he didn't even notice the crisis, he came to that pavilion and sat on the stone bench.

Mu Hao picked up the Heaven Control Flute, and then began to play, but it had no effect, and it didn't even cause changes around him.

"No, since this Tower of Babel is related to music, then something related to sound should be the key..."

Mu Hao stood up and walked forward, without noticing it at all, with a trace of sleepiness, quietly shrouded in silence.

Here, when people look at it, at first, they feel relaxed and happy, but here, it seems to be vast, Mu Haoyue found that the scenery here is like a cycle, and when he sees more, he loses his curiosity, and finally, he loses his patience.

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