Fu Lou pondered for a while and made up his mind.

He quickly cast a sword formation, laying down the sound insulation effect. Then, with his left hand, he stroked the piano and played it a few times, seemingly casually.

Although he played it casually, he didn't play it casually, because his piano skills were extremely profound, and he plucked it at random just because it was too familiar, so it was instinctive. Playing casually can also produce extremely beautiful and touching notes, just like a calligraphy master, a random stroke is also a stroke of genius.

For others, his casual playing is exactly what others need to learn.

For Fu Lou, these few notes, of course, are beautiful, but they have not yet reached the perfect realm in his heart.

With his current realm, he can play a few notes at will, or even just one note, to express a very beautiful artistic conception. However, his goal is higher, he wants to express a more beautiful and wonderful artistic conception. In addition, I want to continue to push the boundaries and create new songs.

In recent years, Yu Er has vaguely felt that maybe someone does not need to play even a single note, but only needs an idea or a demeanor, and the beautiful artistic conception will be full and mellow, affecting everyone in the vicinity and even a qiē.

What a wonderful state it is!

If you can really achieve this state, then you will definitely be able to compose new songs.

After playing a few piano notes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile slightly. He found that when the sound of the piano sounded, the souls in the Xuantian Bell began to move, and they moved with the sound of the piano, as if they were desperate to escape from the cage.

They can "hear" the sound of the piano.

Yes, the sound of the piano does not simply contain ordinary rhythms that can be heard by the ear, but more of the transmission of spiritual power. It's like the light of the world. The naked eye can only see part of it, but there is a lot of light that cannot be seen, and it is a powerful light.

In fact, this is true not only of light and sound, but of many things in the world. For example, the mysterious spiritual power cannot be seen or touched, but it is extremely powerful.

While Fu Lou was playing, he condensed a trace of purple lightning that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and slowly entered the No. 3 Xuantian Bell.

Then, the purple lightning thread came to the soul. Then, his spiritual power suddenly condensed, and the tip of the purple lightning wire was like a sharp tiny knife.

The knife lightly scratched the surface of the "shell".

"Crack...... Boom ......"

With an extremely faint cracking sound that Fu Lou could only feel, sounded. The "shell" broke, and the soul trapped in it burst out.

This soul is the spirit of the Xuantian Bell - Zhong Ling.

Its three souls and seven spirits are very complete. It could even be said to be perfect. However, because it had just come out of trouble, it looked a little immature and a little weak. When it came out, it bent over, stretched its legs, and twisted its ass like a naughty child......

And then. It shouted, "Master!"

In fact, it has no physical body, and it can't really shout, but the transmission of spiritual power.

Fu Lou replied: "I am not your master, this Xuantian Bell belongs to someone else." ”

No. 3 Zhong Ling suddenly shouted, "No! I only want you to be the master! Because I swore an oath." Whoever helps me get out of trouble will be my master......! I...... I don't work anymore!

This sounds like a scoundrel.

Fu Lou smiled: "Hehe, that's your business." ”

Zhong Ling's words quickly turned tactful, and he begged, "Master, please, take me...... I'm smart and well-behaved. In addition, I know the little secret of the heads of the Xuantian Sect in the past dynasties. For example, who is the biggest and who is the smallest......"

Fu Lou smiled casually: "Let's have another reason." Hehe. ”

Zhong Ling said proudly: "I'm a woman!"

Fu Lou laughed in surprise in his heart, this is also a reason? Could it be that it regards me as the kind of person who has cramps and soft mouths when he sees a woman?...... Seemingly. Many of the previous Xuantian Sect leaders it has seen are like this......

However, he saw that No. 3 Zhong Ling was determined, and at the same time felt that this Zhong Ling was very naughty, so he agreed: "Hehe...... All right. ”

"Thank you, host!"

"Master's name?"

"Does the owner like to be fat or skinny?"

"Did the master take a wife?"

"The host ......"

No. 3 Zhong Ling seems to have been holding back in the Xuantian Bell for too long, and he didn't want to stop when he opened the topic, and asked everything. Fu Lou was really tired of coping, and in desperation, he withdrew his spiritual power and picked up another Xuantian Bell. ...,

In this way, the root of the ear is finally purified.

............

The situation of the other three Xuantian Bells is similar to that of the No. 3 Xuantian Bell.

Fu Lou's spiritual power combined with the lightning thread to cut through the "shell" smoothly, helping Zhong Ling in it to get out of trouble. These three Zhong Ling are not like the No. 3 Zhong Ling who have to follow Fu Lou to the death, but in comparison, they are much weaker than the No. 3 Zhong Ling.

Since the No. 3 Xuantian Bell was to be kept for his own use, Fu Lou did not immediately inject the No. 1, No. 2, and No. 7 Instrument Spirits, he first refines the No. 3 Xuantian Bell, mainly refining some Sumeru Immortal Stones and injecting them into the bell to provide a broader space for the No. 3 Bell Spirit.

"Master, I love you to death!"

"I want to come out and kiss the master!"

“......”

No. 3 Zhong Ling was very excited, and he had a lot of words, trying his best to please Fu Lou, some of the words were very numb, and Fu Loujun's face was a little feverish when he heard it. However, the more Zhong Ling spoke, the more energetic he became, the more energetic he was, and his mouth was so powerful that a hundred ducks couldn't catch up with him.

Fu Lou secretly thought that if he didn't take it for his own use, he was afraid that some of his secrets would also be spread everywhere by it.

After refining the Sumeru space of the No. 3 Xuantian Bell, he re-refined another No. 3 Xuantian Bell.

The next day, he took out the Demon Suppression Banner and asked the Wraith to choose four ghosts, and then injected the machine spirits into the No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 7......

............

Xuantian Mountain.

The mountains are full of green bamboos, and from a distance, it looks like a huge green jade lying there quietly, looking particularly beautiful and moving in the sun, waiting for the world to appreciate it and love it.

Suddenly, the blue sky took on some dull hues.

It's like a ball of light ink dripping into a vat of pure water, scattering and staining.

The ink is getting more and more and darker.

The sky changed very quickly, and large areas of dark clouds suddenly gathered together, and they were just above the top of Xuantian Mountain. It seems that a demon is hiding in the clouds, peeking at the green jade below.

Zhu Yi glanced at the sky and urged: "Hurry up! finish this game before the rainstorm comes, I think you are going to lose this game." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi!" Sanye Jushi didn't dare to disobey, thinking to himself, this uncle's chess skills are really not very good, but he always has to pull himself to compete, if it is not for his own intention, every time he plays chess, he will make Uncle Shi defeated.

"Boom!"

Before they could play three or five moves, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and the two of them, who were concentrating on playing chess, couldn't help but be a little disturbed.

Zhu Yi complained with infinite pity: "This ghost weather is changing too quickly! Obviously, he doesn't want me to finish this game of chess! It's a pity that I have a good chess game, and you kid is cheap." ”

Sanye Jushi: "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi must have won this game!"

Zhu Yi laughed and instructed self-righteously: "Hehe, of course! ”

The three-leaf monk nodded again and again: "That's that!"

At this moment, the fence opened, and there was a "branch!"

The two saw Fu Lou walking out of the door, immediately dropped the chess pieces in their hands, strode over, and said happily: "The Shoudao has come out!!

"Yes, the Xuantian Bell's catastrophe is here. Fu Lou looked at the darkening sky.

"Ahh......h No wonder the weather has changed...... It turned out to be because of the Heavenly Tribulation!"

"Let's go, fly to the top of the mountain!" Fu Lou lifted himself and flew up.

"Good! Okay! It's not easy!"

............

On the top of the mountain, there is a stone flat with a radius of thirty or forty zhang, which is the place where Xuantian Sect used to worship ancestors.

Fu Lou is here to survive the catastrophe for Xuantian Zhong.

Giving artifacts to the tribulation is a very nervous and exciting thing for others, and it is rare to encounter it in a hundred years! This is the case with Zhuyi Jugu and Sanye Jushi, and there are also some elders who came to watch, all of them with burning eyes.

However, Fu Lou was accustomed to it, his demeanor was calm, and he raised his head and said a word into the air: "Do things seriously, don't speak." Then, in turn, he threw the Xuantian Bell into the air in turn, allowing the lightning shock to take a moment before retracting.

The scene of thunder and lightning is indeed amazing.

However, this time the thunder and lightning came and went quickly.

In less than an hour, the eight Xuantian bells all crossed the catastrophe.

This time, Fu Lou did not give the chaotic qi to Old Man Lei.

Although Old Man Lei was a little unhappy in his heart, he also did things seriously and did not dare to say much. At present, he didn't dare to provoke Fu Lou at will, otherwise, it would be impossible to get the chaotic qi again. Because he knew that even if he wanted to make trouble, Fu Lou would have a way to make Xuantian Zhong's tribulation successful, but it was a little more troublesome.

For the extra Xuantian Bell, Zhuyi and Sanye were not surprised, thinking that the guardian was to refine one more for their own use. However, they didn't know that the No. 3 Xuantian Bell had been replaced.

Fu Lou didn't say the reason for dropping the bag because he was too lazy to explain. In fact, he felt that the Xuantian Bell he had refined was better than the original, at least the Sumeru space was much larger, and if it weren't for the strong request of the No. 3 Zhong Ling to say that the old things were difficult to give up, he would not bother to change them.

After the tragedy.

Although Xuantian Mountain is very quiet, and although Zhuyi Jushi has repeatedly retained Fu Lou as a guest in Xuantian Mountain, Fu Lou has already made up his mind to go, because he is still concerned about one thing and one person.

He turned back to the Immortal Mountain, then bid farewell to the head of Xuanxu and drifted south.

............

Wuzhi Mountain, and even the entire southern part of the continent, is pouring rain.

From the air, the torrential rain is like a silver spear, ruthlessly rushing to the earth, as if it has an immortal hatred for all creatures on the earth, and will not rest until death.

This time, the torrential rain has been raining for too long, and many places have become a sea of water, and there have been large-scale mudslides in many places. Suddenly, the south was full of mourning, and the floods caused many ordinary people to lose their homes and relatives