With a heavy muffled sound, a figure slammed into the wall, and a huge human-shaped pit suddenly appeared on this extremely thick wall, and the cracks continued to spread, causing the entire wall to burst open and become a broken wall. The man continued to fly backwards like a boulder, filled with smoke and dust, accompanied by a loud noise, and I don't know how many walls had been brutally damaged.

This incomparably miserable figure was the Northern Cultivator who was kicked away by the master of the secret door, and almost all his spiritual power was resisting his fist, he really couldn't stop the extremely swift kick of the master of the secret door, and the invisible sword intent gushing out of his fingertips only cut a crack in the black robe of the master of the secret door.

Although the attacks of the two people fell on each other almost at the same time, after all, it was the secret door master who was superior.

It's just that the master of the secret door didn't continue to catch up and give the Northern Immortal Cultivator a fatal blow.

He was looking down at his feet.

The fabric on his left calf was torn slightly, and a few drops of blood were faintly oozing out, and the darkness hidden in the dark red was particularly conspicuous.

The master of the secret door looked down at the wound and was speechless for a long time.

He won the confrontation just now, but in the big picture, he lost this battle.

With his cultivation and reaction speed, he naturally controlled these fallen elements for the first time, but how powerful the erosion of the fallen yuan is to rely on the properly controlled body protection spiritual power when he is outside the body, and now it has been drilled into his body, all he can do is to resist the pressure of erosion and confine them in a small area。

He had to disperse the fallen yuan on the spot, which took about two minutes, and these one hundred and twenty seconds were enough for the Northern Immortal Cultivator to do many things.

Moreover, the direction in which the Northern Meditation Cultivator was kicked away before seemed to have a slight deviation from the original trajectory.

The master of the secret door meditated cross-legged on the spot, ignoring the surrounding piercing demon sounds and the Northern Meditation Cultivator who was kicked away.

The combined performance of the Twelve Towns Requiem is extraordinary, even if the internal breath can be minimized according to the method they gave, listening to this mournful music for a long time really can't help but make people upset, especially when it is necessary to drive away the fallen Yuan wholeheartedly.

I don't know if it's for this reason, he didn't care about the next movement of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but just concentrated on dispersing the fallen yuan, like a black stone statue exposed to the sun.

......

I don't know how many times he smashed a big hole into the wall of a certain house, Bei Mingxiu brushed the broken wall with his flowing cloud hand, cooperated with Yun Youbu to forcibly stabilize his body, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he turned his gaze to the house on the side, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

The house is not big, but there are people inside the door.

An old man playing a flute.

"Found you. ”

When he said this, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had already sealed several large acupoints by himself, forcibly and temporarily suppressed the injury, and an ice bullet that had just been condensed in his hand flew out of the wind and hit the old man's head.

At the moment when he was attacked by the master of the secret door, the surging spiritual power was mixed with the magic sound with a loud noise, causing a slight crack in the perfect fusion of the magic sound, and then allowing him to successfully capture the general location of the flute sound.

Now that you've been caught, it's time to do it.

The surging internal breath did not affect the speed of his attack much, because he had planned to come here, although the strength of the kick of the master of the secret door hurt a little, but the speed was indeed fast enough, at least now, the old man who played the flute obviously did not expect him to come so fast, the ice marble came faster, the flute sound instantly stagnated, and the fusion of the twelve strands of music was suddenly scattered.

At that foot, the Northern Immortal Cultivator had already been seriously injured, if he hadn't quickly mobilized the remaining small part of the spiritual power of the Netherworld Ice Lotus to return to defense, he would have already died of a broken stomach by now, so when he shot this ice bullet, most of the ice bullets he shot were skillful.

Even if it was a clever pop-out, it was enough to shoot directly through the head of a Pure Intent Sect cultivator.

The old man who played the flute paused, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.

As a member of the once famous killer group, he had long been able to deal with anything calmly, in fact, when the Northern Meditation suddenly smashed on the wall in front of him, he had already made an offensive with his mind, but until the ice bullet was about to come to his face, this attack did not have any effect.

The only result of his hasty all-out intent attack seemed to be a few drops of sweat on Bei Mingxiu's face.

Although the individual combat power of their Twelve Towns Requiem is not too top-notch compared to the whole, each of them is also a first-class Yizong powerhouse, even if it is a bundle of thoughts that are distracted, it should be able to shatter the Northern Darkness Cultivation Sea that has just been seriously injured.

Unless...... What he originally had was the intention to kill him, and even if he was seriously injured, he insisted on this killing intention.

The old man suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and even felt that the oncoming breeze seemed to be filled with the breath of death.

He couldn't dodge, and he didn't have any way to resist, and the last thing he could do was to tell the other eleven people in music that he was done here.

The sound of the flute gradually subsided, and there was a bloody hole on the old man's head, his eyes fell blankly, and his vitality completely dissipated in an instant.

Kill one person first, but there was no relaxation on Bei Mingxiu's face.

The other eleven music notes suddenly paused, and then changed their tones, and the meaning of Xiao Suo did not decrease but increased, but this sadness was not as explicit as before, but gave people a strange feeling of sadness in the world.

It was their grief for the death of their fellow disciples, and it was their means of coping with the situation they were in now.

If the magic sound before only brought endless sadness, now the magic sound of the eleven strands of music recombined is enough to break people's hearts.

Since their twelfth brother debuted, they have never left anyone behind, and since they have already killed one of their brothers, let the whole town pay for his life. In the face of the death of their fellow disciples, they have all forgotten about any agreement and the overall situation.

I only heard eleven bursts of high-pitched notes resonating in unison, and the originally sad and desolate music suddenly changed, and it suddenly became extremely passionate and surging, as if the whole world was celebrating together.

This is the strongest killing move rarely used by the Twelve Towns Requiem.

It is also the source of the name Requiem for the Twelve Towns.

When the twelve people played together, the magic sound was all over the sky, enough to calm the soul and destroy the spirit, but now there is one less person, although the power has decreased, but the pure killing intent revealed in the grief and anger is still enough to overwhelm the vast majority of cultivators in the world.

......

The whole town was already immersed in grief under the shroud of mourning, and almost all the people in the square cried into tears, and when the music became more and more depressed, many people cried extremely hysterical, as if they were going to cry out all the internal organs, and when the requiem of the twelve towns suddenly turned festive and exciting, unimaginable changes occurred.

The crying people are still crying, but the corners of their mouths are unconsciously raised, and they can't help laughing, but the tears in their eyes are irrepressibly leaking out, between joy and sorrow, the sound of crying and choking never stops, as they become more and more crazy with joy and sorrow, some people begin to vomit blood, but even if they vomit all over their bodies are bright red, they can only keep crying and laughing between joy and sorrow, until life is completely cut off.

Some people realized that something was wrong and began to plug their ears in any way they could, but even if they discarded their ears themselves, the magic sound would still echo in their minds.

Unless the song ends, or the person dies.

This is the real Soul Eater Demon Sound, which not only affects the spiritual power of the sea through the magic sound, but also has the terrifying ability to impact the soul.

It was only a few seconds of transposition, and Liao Luofeng's chest already had a hideous wound, and the blood stained the clothes on his chest red, which looked extremely terrifying.

But compared to the physical pain, the tearing pain in his heart is the most fatal, even if his heart is as resolute as him, there is still an urge to cry and laugh out loud at this time.

Lu Linxi couldn't control his expression at this time, he had a straight face, his expression was much uglier than eating, Rao was like this, tears were still flowing from his eyes, and blood was spilling out of his throat.

The condition of Meng's mother and son was even worse, Meng Xuran had already begun to vomit blood, and Meng Heliu had already fainted in horror before, so he was lucky to escape.

But it is not only ordinary people and they who are affected by terror.

The expression on Wu Qingqian's originally beautiful face was particularly hideous, and there was no blood on his face.

"These bastards!"