The cell leader's silent reaction didn't seem to alarm anyone, but when he was halfway through his silent recitation, Shan Zhongtian suddenly turned around, his white face was hideous and weird, his hands were facing the sky, and he said with words: "ㄏΣ?ㄨㄣ渋ㄇ1ˊㄅ*づ╭?ㄨˋt?1ㄥ......"

These notes were harsh and harsh, and no one could understand their meanings, but the magic harp in the air suddenly shone brightly, and then there was a long "hum--" sound. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The long sound of the magic qin was neither gold nor jade, but it fell into the ears of the cell leader, but it roared terrifyingly like the sky had fallen, causing him to have a splitting headache, and his seven orifices bled in an instant.

"Ahh

But he ignored his weak body, his eyes widened, staring at Shan Zhongtian, and he hissed incoherently in disbelief: "This...... What kind of demon art is this, it can actually break my Xiang family's secret method of the magic qin. Impossible, never. ”

"The Xiang family's magic qin secret method?...... I didn't expect that there were still people alive in the Savage Ling Xiang family. Shan Zhongtian's slanted eyebrows, slightly raised, revealing a mockery that the wind could not stop, and said disdainfully to the cell head:

"--Today, however, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, this son will turn you into a dead dog. ”

"Poof—" The cell leader squirted blood with angry eyes, struggled with his big green hand, pointed at Shan Zhongtian from afar, and said with a hideous face: "You...... If you are the real murderer of the Savage Ridge, the real murderer of Xiang Dazhai's family, the revenge of killing your father, I Xiang Hu will not spare you as a ghost. ”

Xiang Hu. Shan Zhongtian was stunned when he heard this, walked up to Xiang Hu, raised his foot and stepped on Xiang Hu's chest, and grabbed the other party's face with his hand, and tore it fiercely, "Boom--" sound, and easily tore the skin of the face.

What appeared in front of me was not an imaginary bloody face, but the face of a young man with deep sunken eye sockets and a miserable face. What Shan Zhongtian tore off was actually a one, which was enough to fake the real fake skin.

Father's revenge. It turned out that this fake cell boss was actually the son of the thief Xiang Zhai's master. Shan Zhongtian's white face suddenly showed a touch of cruelty, threw away the mask, crushed Xiang Hu's chest with his feet, and said disdainfully and mockingly: "It's up to you?

"Yes, your family was indeed killed by my son, this is the reason for the guilt of Huaibi, such a supreme holy object as the magic qin, a little thief like your Xiang family is not worthy of hegemony. ”

"You?" Xiang Hu was furious, struggling with all his might, trying to get rid of Shan Zhongtian's control, but because he was too badly injured, he fell to the ground again.

But although he couldn't do it, he still stared at Shan Zhongtian and sneered miserably: "Heh...... You shameless dog thief, in order to occupy my family's ancestral magic qin, led the thief Bei Anping Ju into the Savage Ridge, but now you have ended up with even the lost dog, it is really unpleasant, the sky has eyes, the sky has eyes. ”

The four words of the lost dog are like a sharp sword, stabbing Shan Zhongtian's sore spot, he is like a wild dog with his tail clamped, and his hair instantly stood on end, staring at Xiang Hu, and he gritted his teeth angrily and said: "You...... You're looking for ...... death."

Before the words fell, he was furious, raised his foot and kicked Xiang Hu's face, because the force was too great, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder under his feet. No one in this world is qualified to humiliate him Shan Zhongtian, no matter who he is, he will have to pay a heavy price.

With Shan Zhongtian's angry kick at this time, under the defenselessness, if he really stepped on it, Xiang Hu's pale and thin face would become a meat patty.

Although Ling Huan was immersed in the sea of souls and could not detect what was happening outside his body in time, everything that happened in the cell could not escape the "magic eye", after all, his mind had already merged with the soul qin, which was not something that ordinary people could do.

But what made him extremely depressed was that such an outstanding ability was helpless in his own soul world.

Let him search in every possible way, except for the strange sea of thousands of miles and the isolated island of the Qin Hall towering in the deep sea, the rest is not to mention the chess hall, there is not even a ghost shadow, and the entire soul sea is dead and silent.

What about the Dead Sea, Lao Tzu will do the same to you****. Ling Huan stood on the top of the piano hall, smiled, "held the sky" with both hands, and howled nervously to the sky: "Look at Lao Tzu's rippling seventy-two styles—"

This was his way of venting his frustration to the extreme, but he never thought that with his words, a strange force that was incomparably strong emanated from him and soared into the sky.

All of a sudden, in the world of the soul sea, which was originally a dead silence, the wind was raging and the waves were surging, as if the end of the world ~ was coming.

On the isolated island of Qindian, those newly grown green weeds were blown by the strong wind, and they were actually broken and withered, and they were no longer as tall and lush as they were at the beginning. Even the inside of the cell seemed to be affected, and the cold air was even more terrifying.

Huh, the momentum on Ling Huan's body was so terrifying, he was not taken away by the magic qin. Xiang Hu was the first to notice that Ling Huan's condition was different, and he couldn't help but look at Ling Huan in disbelief, and even forgot about the threat at his feet that he was about to die.

I'm wet, it's a Shenma situation. Lao Tzu is just depressed, as for making such a big move. Ling Huan himself was shocked by this scene.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and the next moment, he appeared in the Qin Palace. Since you can make this dog~ fart sea waves monstrous, can you go one step further and let it turn over the river and the sea.

Will the chess hall be hidden underwater? This thought, like a crazy bullet, attacked him, as long as he could turn the river and the sea, everything under the sea would be at a glance.

Ling Huan could think of a way to turn over the river and the sea, of course, it would not be the so-called rippling seventy-two styles, but the use of the guqin to make a big impact of energy.

But what surprised him was that the fuzzy guqin that has always existed in the qin hall not only has Guangling scattered handwriting at this moment, but also can be moved.

"Ding Dong ......", Ling Huan gently plucked the strings of the guqin.

"Guangling San?" Shan Zhongtian suddenly stepped on the air as if he had been electrocuted, fell to the ground like a ghost, turned around in horror, looked at Ling Huan who was unresponsive on the prison bed, and muttered incoherently: "Impossible, this is definitely not true, this must be an illusion......"

For Guangling San's song, Shan Zhongtian is too "unforgettable", at the beginning, he and Ou Vice Qianzong and others, in Yanchun Building, partnered to frame Ling Huan, Ling Huan was at a fatal juncture, realized the supreme realm of "no piano in the hand and a piano in the heart", and played it with Guangling San, the murderous aura that was eclipsed, and seriously injured Shan Zhongtian and others.

But at that time, although Ling Huan did not have a piano in his hand, he was indeed playing cross-legged, but at this moment, Ling Huan did not move, how could this not make Shan Zhongtian's soul angry.

"This is the legendary Guangling San, and it really has a super fighting momentum!" Xiang Hu was lucky enough to escape from the feet of Shan Zhongtian, but he didn't have time to be surprised, but was quickly shocked by the inexplicable and impassioned melody in the air.

"The magic qin is struggling?" Xiang Hu suddenly stared at in shock, like a clay sculpture and wood carving, staring directly into the air in a daze, and exclaimed silently.

As Guangling dispersed, the sound of the ghostly ghost god's piano continued, and the magic qin, which was originally glowing and gradually fading, suddenly trembled violently as if it had been hit inexplicably, and then struggled as if it had lost its strength to support, and suddenly fell straight in front of Xiang Hu.

No one in this world can understand the horror of the magic qin like Xiang Hu, it is an existence that can change the color of heaven and earth, and it is such a terrifying peerless magic qin, but now it can only tremble in the sound of Ling Huan's qin, this situation is simply a fantasy for Xiang Hu.

When the mysterious tune in the air was nearing its end, the magic qin finally couldn't resist the mysterious pressure, and with a "click", it fell to the dust, and its body was dull and mediocre, completely reduced to mortal things.

Shan Zhongtian immediately, as if he was hit by five thunderbolts, shot out the blood sword with a "poof--" land, which is enough to prove that through some kind of mysterious connection, he secretly controls the peerless magic qin.

When the magic qin lost its strength and fell to the ground, the two jailers who had already floated into the magic qin "clone" slowly fell back to the two of them, and the two jailers whose lives were hanging by a thread, like resurrections, invariably let out a long cry of "oh--".

"Who are you, and why are you wearing the clothes of the prison head?" When the two of them focused their eyes and saw the situation in the cell clearly, they were surprised to see that the cell head was gone, but there was a young man who was bleeding from seven holes, wearing the clothes of the cell head, fell to the ground, and couldn't help but exclaim.

It seems that the fact that Xiang Hu is disguised as a cell boss is not known to these two people.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, Ling Huan can actually defeat the Demon Qin. But he is still just a little soul student, how can he do it, even the soul emperor can't do anything. Shan Zhongtian stared at the magic qin on the ground and muttered in horror.

Because Ling Huan's "achievements" were too scary, even the accident of the two jailers "coming back to life" could not arouse Shan Zhongtian's interest at all.

What Ling Huan was bounced was indeed Guanglingsan. This time, his cognition of Guanglingsan has risen to a new height.

Under the influence of his will, an invisible force emanated from between the strings and rushed to the surface of the sea like a tide. The sea was affected by this mysterious power, and it really churned violently.

As the qin song gradually got better, what made Ling Huan overjoyed was that in the deep sea not far from the isolated island of the Qin Palace, there was also a small island, but the height of the island was not as high as the sea level and was buried in deep water.

It's no wonder that the chess hall is indeed intact and hides the deep sea. After playing the song, Ling Huan stood up and said with a smile: "The magic qin is nothing more than that, Shan Zhongtian, you idiot, what other tricks do you have, Lao Tzu will follow." ”

This was originally his emotion of standing proudly on the top of the isolated island and talking to himself, but it was transmitted to the real world, so that everyone in the cell could hear it clearly.

At the same time, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a darkness in front of him, and when he regained his vision, he found that his consciousness had returned to reality.

But his words, which seemed to be talking to himself, were like an awl, piercing through the already broken confidence of Shan Zhongtian. Because of his appearance, Shan Zhongtian's life plummeted, and he was completely out of control.

"The shaft is hateful, I really think that this son can't kill you. The muscles on Shan Zhongtian's face suddenly trembled with anger, a bloodthirsty fierce light burst out of his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hysterically for a long time.