According to the illustrated book, the Kraken should be on the island, and as long as the ship passes, it will be able to get out of danger.

However, this sea is endless, with no end in sight. The Kraken hovered over the ship, singing.

The Kraken swirled against the clouds, a height at which neither a bow nor a musket could hit them, but the Siren's voice had a terrifying penetrating power, directly hitting the ears of the two of them.

This is impossible to happen in reality, but in the realm of illusion, anything is possible.

Wu Feng said: "This test, I'm afraid, is not to rely on force to kill the kraken. ”

Without the ability to fly, it is impossible to deal with those krakens dancing in the clouds.

Mei Yingxue nodded, her red lips pursed, and finally showed the appearance of trying her best to use her mental method to fight against the Kraken.

The music is magical, irresistible, and it can keep oneself from being tempted into falling into the sea, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

If the two of them just rely on their mental methods to stalemate with the Kraken, there will always be a moment when they can't resist, and that is their end.

However, the strange thing is that Mei Yingxue's expression is solemn, but it is more and more like listening to the Siren's singing. The more carefully you listen, the harder it should be to resist the temptation of the Siren.

Wu Feng pondered slightly, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Mei Yingxue preemptively said the answer: "I'm afraid it's music to take the school exam." ”

Wu Feng also realized this.

He understood why, most of the time, the two people who entered the Xuanji Cave would die inside.

The test in the cave is not certain, and no one knows what the test will be before entering. And the test requires different abilities, and no matter how high the cultivation is, it may not have the required ability.

Wu Feng asked himself if he knew something about the rhythm, but he was not proficient, and he also had two worries in his heart.

Mei Yingxue had already taken out a guqin from her space bag, sat down slowly, raised her legs under her skirt, put the piano on her lap, hooked the strings with her fingers, and flicked it lightly.

This piano takes the sycamore as the face, the spruce as the base, and the whole body is in the style of falling sun, and the color is warm and moist. On the back, there are faint traces of weathering, which shows that it is a guqin.

The clothes are not as good as new, and the piano is not as good as the old. Guqin maintenance is extremely difficult, and the slightest mistake can cause the tone to lose its accuracy.

However, if it is well maintained, the rhythm played by the guqin has a kind of extraordinarily mellow and far-reaching.

Mei Yingxue's posture is upright, her expression is dignified, strict and elegant. The left hand takes the sound, the right hand plucks the strings, and the flow is faint, flowing out of the piano like flowing water.

The Siren's singing voice is like a spring breeze of wine, with a sense of persuasion to have fun in time. It makes people forget the wind and waves and the long thunder, as if they are in the midst of brilliant flowers.

And Mei Yingxue's piano sound is elegant and proud, both, graceful like a small bridge flowing water, according to affection, as high as a crane singing Jiugao, deafening. Her lips were pursed, showing an extremely stubborn expression, but her eyes were more condensed, and the sound of the piano was slow but not fast, but it had already shown her extremely strong heart, proud and proud, unmoved by external objects.

The Kraken also heard the melodious piano music clearly, they laughed in unison, and then sang louder and louder, but the music carried more provocative meaning, more and more **.

For a while, the song of the Siren and Mei Yingxue's music competed for Wu Feng's mind. Sometimes he felt that the whistling ocean was not a sea of death, but a gentle country with warm fragrance, tempting him to plunge in, and sometimes immersed in Mei Yingxue's superb piano skills, and forgot himself.

It's like cold and heat intertwined, and I don't know whether it's bitter or happy.

At the end of the song, Mei Yingxue's four fingers flew and slashed, the sound was like a cracked silk, her eyes raised and looked at the sky, her eyes were like a wind sword and a snow sword, forcing her to look at the three krakens with fluttering blond hair.

The Kraken smiled brighter and brighter, and his voice was gentle and soft, as if it wanted to seduce the souls of people.

Mei Yingxue's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, like red plums, falling on the body of the piano.

Wu Feng couldn't help but be concerned: "It's okay?"

"Probably so. Mei Yingxue said: "There are three sirens, singing in unison, I can't suppress them by playing the piano alone." ”

Wu Feng hesitated: "I am not good at piano skills...... But I understand the rhythm a little bit. ”

Mei Yingxue said: "You don't have to use the piano, when I stroke the piano, you can grasp its rhythm and play the sword in harmony." The sound of the sword was sharper than the sound of the piano, enough to suppress the minds of those krakens. ”

After speaking, she wiped the blood from her mouth and on the piano with a silk handkerchief, and the sound resumed.

Wu Feng closed his eyes and began to sense the rhythm of Mei Yingxue's qin. With the Kraken's interference, this is not easy.

When Mei Yingxue stroked the piano this time, her red lips opened lightly, and she actually started singing, the piano and the song were harmonious, and she accompanied herself. The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the singing is melodious, like a five-mile fairy cloud, leading to the top of the purple pole.

The Kraken felt provoked, and his song grew louder and louder.

Wu Feng resisted the temptation of the kraken with his mental method, and on the other hand, he carefully appreciated the beauty of Mei Yingxue's qin.

He soon realized that Mei Yingxue's qin song and the siren's humming were one attack after another, and it was a war on the music field.

Suppressing the Kraken's magic song is not only about the volume or the rhythm of the music, but also about working together to attack its weaknesses, attack its flaws, and cut its might, in order to break it in one fell swoop.

After figuring out this layer, Wu Feng stood solemnly and snapped his sword.

The sound of the sword was clear and loud, not extremely beautiful, but it was in harmony with Mei Yingxue's rhythm.

Whenever the kraken's voice turned low, the sound of Wu Feng's sword playing became louder and louder, like breaking ice and cutting snow, the sound was soaring into the sky, and the sea was shaken remotely.

He is good at finger tricks, and he can play the sword more easily than any musical instrument.

For the Sirens, the sound of the sword roar was like a sharp cone piercing into their hearts, making their breath stagnant, and the sound of Mei Yingxue's qin song and the sword roar became more and more mature, forming a wonderful harmony.

The Kraken sang faster and faster, but it was already too emotional, and it no longer had the devilish contagion.

When the krakens were about to sing a bass, Mei Yingxue pulled the piano with a force, the piano rhyme was as long as silk, Wu Feng played the sword in an instant, and the krakens were stunned and out of tune in unison.

Mei Yingxue's eyes were cold, and she looked at the krakens in the sky, but she seemed to see them as nothing, just looking at the dark clouds in the sky, and showing her pride with her eyes.

She stroked the piano on the one hand, and sang a long song on the other hand, as for forgetting herself.

At the end of the song, the sound of the piano and sword became higher and higher, reaching into the sky.

I saw that the three krakens vomited blood at the same time, and fell from the clouds with a bang, and fell into the vast sea.

A huge sea monster leaps up from the dark ocean, only to see the light of its fangs streak across it, and then the blood scatters.

"It seems to be over. Mei Yingxue sighed and said, a faint fragrance overflowed from her red lips, but there was also a slight smell of blood.

"This illusion is so real, it shows that something like this must have happened before. Wu Feng said: "In the past, there were also people who used music to fight against the Kraken and caused them to fall into the sea and die. ”

Mei Yingxue nodded and put away the guqin.

The scene in front of me suddenly blurred, and then seemed to be compressed into a plane, and then changed with a brush. It's as if someone has torn open a colorful curtain to reveal the real world.

The two of them were in a small cave, and the top of the cave emitted a faint blue light, and there were no lights and candles, but they also felt bright.

In the center of the cave, there is a pool of water with ice-blue frogs jumping. At the edge of the pool, there is a crystal clear stalactite, flowing with colorful magnificent brilliance, rippling with indescribable spiritual atmosphere.

Colorful stalactites!

Wu Feng and Mei Yingxue's eyes were slightly bright.

Just as they were about to walk over, a sharp light splashed from the stalactites.

It was too fast, so that the two of them didn't have time to dodge, and in a trance, they seemed to see blood splattering, and there was a tearing feeling, Wu Feng felt as if he had been cut into two pieces, and then lost consciousness.

"Death...... Is it so easy?" Wu Feng muttered in a low voice.

In a trance, he heard the sound of the flowing water of the Santu River and saw the yellow spring bubbling up.

His eyes were clear again, but they had lost their colors and became a world of black, white and gray.

Surrounded on all sides by solid brick walls, the damp smell permeates them, like an ancient tomb.

Wu Feng's heart trembled, he realized something.

In front of him stood a tall figure, thin and steep, but it felt like a mountain.

Wu Feng's throat was blocked.

The figure slowly turned.

"Father...... Father ......," Wu Feng said with a trembling voice.

That clear face is extremely familiar, but also extremely unfamiliar.

"Feng'er, you've grown up. The father said lightly, but his face was not shocked, without the slightest joy.

"Yes...... Wu Feng's voice choked, he completely forgot that this was an illusion: "Am I already dead?"

"This is where yin and yang meet. It's where I'm supposed to be. Complete my mission, and then go to the vast netherworld. ”

Wu Feng's father once strayed into Yun Hailan's tomb and broke most of the formation, which shows that his secret mission is related to a large tomb.

"Why?" Wu Feng was stunned, rushed up suddenly, and threw himself into the man's arms: "Don't go." ”

He forgot that he was sixteen years old, half an adult, and just wanted to turn back the clock and go back to the time when he was spoiled in his father's arms.

"It's fate. The father replied.

"I don't believe it!" Wu Feng said in a loud voice.

"You also have fate. ”

Wu Feng was stunned.

"What fate? Father ......"

"Abandon your destiny, stay, stay with me. My father whispered, "Your fate will only destroy my mission." You are a natural disruptor. ”

"What?" Wu Feng was even more stunned.

"I shouldn't have taught you from a young age to put the world in order. You are a hostage, not an adjunct. Troubled times will only be more erosive because of you, with blood and mountains of corpses and bones. Eventually, you yourself will be destroyed in the vast flames. The father's voice carried a deep sorrow: "If you want to get rid of this terrible fate, stay with me." Perhaps, in the place where yin and yang intersect, you can attain eternal life. ”

Wu Feng pursed his lips and looked at the man in front of him.

He tried to struggle, but a hand went around his back, and powerful fingers began to pierce his back.

The sword roared by.

A blood-stained head fell to the ground, and as it landed, it still stared directly at him.

Wu Feng pushed the headless corpse down, and black blood splattered all over him.

"You're not my father. He won't say that. Whatever I want to do, he will support me. ”

"Really?" the head that fell to the ground spoke again: "I am not your father, but I can see your heart, and I can see destiny even more! What you do in the future, is it really possible for him to accept it?"

"Hahahaha...... If it is fate, then what does it matter to destroy? Which of the heroes from ancient times to the present day is not destroying while building? You are too alarmist! And if the end of fate is really an endless red lotus fire, then it is better to die after a vigorous fight than to spend a life doing nothing!"

Wu Feng suddenly opened his hands, looked up and laughed loudly: "I have made up my mind, and it is impossible for anyone to stop me." What use do you want to use in my father's name?"

The face of the human head finally relaxed.

"Well, bless you. No longer pretend to be your father, but in the name of you, the spirit of the five peaks and mountains. No matter how much blood and fire there is in the future, don't regret your decision. ”

"I will. Wu Feng replied, but he flew up and kicked the father-like head out: "But Lao Tzu doesn't care if you can see any bullshit in the future, pretending to be my father should fuck you!" (To be continued.) )