Chapter 111: A Turning Point Between Life and Death (1)

Just when everyone in the outside world was extremely worried that Xiao Yan was going to enter the third floor of the Hall of Inquiry, Xiao Yan had already pushed open the door of the third floor.

As far as the eye can see, it is still dark.

According to Xiao Yan's intuition, the third layer of the Hall of Conscience was much smaller than the second floor, because even in the era when the six or seven star Dou Emperors were all over the ground before the ancient catastrophe, the number of Dou Emperors standing at the top of the tower would not be too many, this was the rule of heaven and earth. Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where quality is more important than quantity, and it is also a place of high and low quality.

Taking a few deep breaths, his "pounding" heart gradually eased down, his eyes flickered slightly, and with the help of the light of the heavenly fire, Xiao Yan looked at the soul marks that were as bright as stars suspended in the distance, and tried to find and judge what he thought was relatively weak. After all, this is the third layer that the master has repeatedly told not to enter, and the soul marks are all left by those strong people on the spire, with his current strength, he must be extremely careful.

Soon, he locked on a soul mark.

This soul sigil is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.

It is shaped like a piano and not a piano, with circles of nebulae lingering on it, and subtle vocal music faintly coming out. Moreover, other soul imprints are as bright as stars, but they are constantly changing between light and dark, and seem to fluctuate violently due to changes in mood.

It stands to reason that Xiao Yan has no reason to choose such a soul mark that seems extremely unstable and may go berserk at any time, but Xiao Yan himself can't say Weishenme, and his intuition feels that this soul mark is the most certain.

Intuition is a very mysterious thing, and it is difficult to explain, especially when you are confused.

But this is a decision related to life after all, and Xiao Yan has to be careful and careful. Suppressed his heartbeat, he still walked slowly and cautiously.

However, dozens of soul marks floated in the air of the main hall, all of which shone with varying degrees of light, the fainter ones flickered frequently, and the flickering ones were gentle and dazzling, and there was no one that was both dark and flickering gently.

Xiao Yan's heart was full of bitterness, swallowing his saliva, thinking that this was much more difficult than the five million sports lottery tickets on the earth before the crossing, after all, that one was just asking for money, and this one was fatal.

How good is that? One wrong step is the eternal separation of yin and yang, but it is not a joke.

Xiao Yan pondered, pacing in the hall at will, the sound of footsteps was extremely clear and depressing in this empty space.

Rubbing his hands gently, Xiao Yan stopped and exhaled slightly, watching the heat turn into smoke under the scorching fire of the sky, the corners of his mouth jumped slightly, and an indescribable surprise suddenly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It turned out that inadvertently, he turned back to the flickering piano-shaped soul imprint.

"It seems that I have a lot of fate with it today, this is it." Xiao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, and decided to gamble on his luck.

Concentrating on breathing, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, and the power of his soul wrapped this soul mark in a thunderous force.

Chapter 111: A Turning Point Between Life and Death (2)

Unlike the soul imprint absorbed by the second layer of the Hall of Inquiry, Xiao Yan only felt a flower in front of him, and the soul imprint was nowhere to be found, and he did not sense anything entering the sea of consciousness.

"What's going on? It's gone? ”

Xiao Yan was a little stunned, a little dumbfounded, and couldn't help but have his hairs standing on end, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body.

Just when Xiao Yan looked around and couldn't find a trace, a string sound suddenly sounded in his head, and the poignant sound seemed to penetrate the soul, Xiao Yan suddenly discovered that there was a zither in the depths of his soul consciousness inexplicably.

The texture of this zither is the white jade without a trace of flaws in the whole body, the shape is like a swimming dragon in the water, it is very streamlined, there are eighteen strings, the strings are different, from top to bottom, respectively, the essence of eighteen kinds of ancient beasts such as dream dragon tendons, ghost tiger line, and heavenly silk, etc., are rare treasures in the world, although they are transformed by the power of the soul, but they are so real that it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Anyone who encounters such a sudden thing will feel creepy, and Xiao Yan is no exception, the cold sweat on his back is oozing. Could it be that this is the unfathomable realm above the Emperor Realm? Xiao Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, staring intently at the guzheng in the sea of knowledge, not daring to act rashly.

The guzheng has a spirit, slowly rising from the depths of the sea of self-knowledge, the eighteen strings do not play and sound themselves, the sound of the zither suddenly becomes tragic and desolate, suddenly high-pitched and urgent, and the aftermath is lingering; Suddenly, it was sonorous and powerful, and the tone was abrupt.

The sound of the zither seems to have a kind of magic, and it quickly harmonizes with Xiao Yan's waves of the sea of knowledge, the sound rises and the waves rise, and the sound falls and the waves retreat, penetrating into every pore of Xiao Yan, driving Xiao Yan's emotions to advance layer by layer.

Smelling the sound of the zither, Xiao Yan gradually sank into the artistic conception of the song, unable to extricate himself, as if he had seen the magnificent scenes of the golden iron horse on the ancient battlefield.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Xiao Yan woke up from the sound of the zither, thinking that his mind was unconsciously attracted by the sound of the zither just now, he was really startled, and he couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and hurriedly concentrated his mind, wanting to mobilize the power of his soul to resist.

But soon, Xiao Yan sadly found that in front of this guzheng, he completely lost control of his soul power, and even his every move in the sea of consciousness was not controlled by himself at all, he was like a puppet, and the only thing left was the trace of clarity in his consciousness. Xiao Yan's body and mind suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley from the Nine Heavens Galaxy, and his face was full of helplessness and frustration.

Guzheng seems to vent the dull feelings of waiting for a bosom friend in the long years, ignoring Xiao Yan at all, and not asking any questions, just taking care of himself to send out bursts of wonderful string sounds, the tune does not care whether it is slow or fast, and regardless of the joy and sadness of the song, it is not intended to pursue a beautiful and elegant, delicate and beautiful style, just play it on the spot, and enjoy showing the artistic conception that only the realm above the emperor realm can vividly show.

Xiao Yan silently endured all this, gradually, from the helplessness at the beginning, to the back began to slowly appreciate the beauty of this rhythm, all the pores on his body were as comfortable as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and the tired body and mind that had been on the second floor of the Asking Heart Hall for three months were washed away layer by layer, and the comfortable and comfortable pleasure was irrepressibly stirring in the sea of knowledge, hazy and ethereal, and real and touchable, and even the power of the soul was active in a trance.

"Listen to the cultivation of the guzheng that can improve the power of the soul?" Keenly feeling the activity of the soul power, Xiao Yanxi came from his heart, and couldn't help but cry out in his heart.

However, in just a moment, Xiao Yan, who had always been rational, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "How is it possible?" It's just wishful thinking! Listening to the music can make progress, so isn't it possible to cultivate a thousand miles a day as long as you soak in the endless wind and moon in the art hall every day? ”

"It must have been an illusion of high tension in my nerves." Xiao Yan tugged at his mouth and shook his head ridiculously.

Xiao Yan didn't know that when he shook his head, he not only missed a great opportunity, but also put himself in great danger.

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