"But when I struck the drum, the sound of it stirred my mind, a feeling that I could only feel when I listened to the sound of the piano by the river...... If you beat this war drum, it is also in line with my immortal heart......"

Wang Mo showed a strange glint in his eyes, staring at the war drum in front of him, at this moment, he no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, and punched out!

"Knock" the tenth drum whined, sounded!

The power of rebound, like a flood, frantically followed Wang Mo's right hand and hit his body, this rebound force was transmitted to Wang Mo's whole body, and his life and death imprint quickly dissipated, one hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, two thousand, three thousand...... Until the five thousand layers of life and death imprints dissipated, although the power of this rebound was weakened by more than half, there were still some that continued to impact.

Five thousand imprints of life and death, at this moment, for the first time since Wang Mo got it, all collapsed!

With the collapse of the last imprint, the rebound power entered Wang Mo's body, and it traveled within his meridians like a broken bamboo. Wang Mo's body seemed to be in a storm, his hair fluttered violently, and his clothes were blowing backwards.

His body involuntarily stepped backwards into the air, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps...... After retreating to seventeen steps, Wang Mo's right leg stepped back, and the whole person stopped!

His complexion was strangely ruddy, and it took him a while to return to normal.

Seeing this scene, the gold-armored man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a sneer appeared on his face again, and he secretly said in his heart: "It is impossible for this son to ring fifteen times, this is only the tenth time, he has already reached the limit, I can be sure, the eleventh time, is his limit!"

There was silence all around, no one still had the heart to discuss at this time, the tenth drum sounded, this achievement has surpassed the first demon general Chi Mi'er, all those who saw all this understood that from this moment on, the name Wang Mo will shine in the Chiyou clan!

You must know that the clan monarch is not an outsider for capable people, regardless of their background, the first demon commander of the year!

No one was discussing, their eyes were focused on Wang Mo, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

Chi Xin looked at Wang Mo in a daze, in just a few months, Wang Mo's changes were too big: "Ten times... I can't do that—" Chi Xin sighed.

Wang Mo stood in the center of Wanzhang Square, countless eyes condensed around him, he didn't care about this, at this moment, his face was cloudy, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

The rebounding power of the war drums dissolved after the five thousand life and death imprints, and finally entered the body, not much! Under the operation of his immortal power, it returned to normal.

But at the moment when the rebounding power entered his body, Wang Mo immediately felt a strange aura from that power, and this breath contained an unyielding aura and a domineering aura that went against the sky!

The rebound of this war drum is because of the unyielding and arrogant breath of this breath, and all those who dare to provoke must bear its crazy counterattack, even if the sky is falling, they must lift this day alive and then stab it!

This is the thought in the breath!

"Murderous aura... Killing intent..."

Wang Mo was silent for a long time, and took a step forward, step by step, seventeen steps later, he came to the war drum, Wang Mo did not immediately, but gently stroked the pitch-black, concave and convex rough drum surface with his palm.

A trace of arrogant consciousness slowly followed Wang Mo's palm and drilled into his body.

He slowly closed his eyes, and at this moment, his whole person seemed to merge with this war drum, and his breath slowly dissipated.

The golden-armored man frowned, then sneered, and said: "Pretending to be a ghost, if you touch this war drum, you can beat it fifteen times, if this is the case, then the subordinates who wipe this drum every day can beat it more than a hundred times!

"What is this son doing? This outsider, can't he communicate with the drums of war!"

The only woman in the magic handsome laughed all night.

"It's not communication, it's understanding, when I beat the war drums, I also felt the breath contained in it, everyone, you can't forget!"

As soon as these words fell, these demon commanders looked solemn.

The nobles and gentlemen in the elevated stands couldn't keep quiet at the moment, and they all talked in low voices.

Among the demon generals, Chi Mi'er's eyes showed a strange glow, he stared at Wang Mo, and said softly: "You, you also feel that breath is not ......."

The moment Wang Mo closed his eyes, the unyielding aura became clear.

This aura condensed in his body, and Wang Mo's immortal spirit gradually immersed in it. and this Galu war drum, completely integrated.

Suddenly, Wang Mo opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, he raised his right hand, and gently put it down.

The eleventh drum of "dong" echoed in this square.

Wang Mo's body suddenly felt an unimaginable impact, coming out of the drum, at this moment, Wang Mo resolutely withdrew the imprint of life and death, making the impact directly enter the body.

The impact force wandered wildly in his body, and drops of black sweat were secreted from the hair on Wang Mo's body, and at the moment when the black dirt left his body, a refreshing feeling of washing the marrow that he had only had when he first entered the fairy road emerged from Wang Mo's whole body.

It's just that this feeling didn't last long, and the force that entered the body immediately became uncontrollable and tyrannical, and as he went, Wang Mo's face turned pale.

"Wash the marrow incarnation! This son actually uses the drum sound to wash the marrow incarnation!!" The demon handsomes were taken aback.

Not only them, but among the demon generals, there were bursts of exclamations, looking straight at Wang Mo's gaze, the murderous intent was even stronger, he raised his arm many times, hesitated for a long time, and put it down again.

The golden-armored man's eyes flashed with coldness, and he sneered in his heart, and said secretly: "Washing the marrow incarnation... The old man has been following the clan monarch for a long time, and he has long heard the clan monarch say that this drum sound can wash the marrow and incarnate, but your cultivation is insufficient, and you forcibly wash the marrow and incarnate, and there is only one way to seriously injure yourself!"

Wang Mo's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

"There is a certain consciousness contained in this war drum, if I merge with it without reservation, although it is also in line with indomitable and arrogant, but this consciousness is not the consciousness of my Wang Mo, but the consciousness of this war drum!

I was injured by washing my marrow, not because of my lack of cultivation, but because my consciousness was different! In the world, whether it is an immortal or a living being, as long as I step into cultivation, I will have my own consciousness!

According to my personal perception, I have divided countless consciousnesses! I, Wang Mo, have cultivated immortals for a hundred years, and I have my consciousness!"

"This consciousness is the mystery of the immortals, the mystery of my Wang Mo is life and death, but this life and death is not only life and death, there is reincarnation in this life and death, there is the most ruthless heart in the world, and... With the indomitable and arrogant ...... that only lives and dies"

Wang Mo's eyes burst out with a ball of essence, although his face was pale, but at this moment, there was a sense of mystery coming to him! Gradually, the essence in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a trace of decline and loneliness.

He raised his right hand and lightly touched the drums of war!

"Knock" The twelfth drum whined and sounded.

At this moment, a sad thought, along with the sound of drums, echoed throughout the square, spreading far away, affecting the nine cities of Chiyou!

The sadness contained in the drums is as touching as the sound of the piano in the painting boat......

This sorrow is also mixed with endless murderous aura, as if all sorrow is only because of this murderous aura......

"Impossible, this is impossible, how can this person do this, this is !!absolutely impossible" The gold-armored man, for the first time, his complexion changed completely, and his body subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at Wang Mo blankly.

The white-robed man among the eight demon commanders completely opened his eyes for the first time, and for the first time, he stood up and looked at Wang Mo! In the entire square, Wang Mo was the only one who could move him!

On the elevated three stands in the whole square, all watching, at this moment, there is silence, the drum reverberates, surrounding, the drum contains a sadness, brewing a kind of injury, secreting into the hearts of everyone, evoking the memories and aftertaste of the autumn wind and falling leaves.

In Wanzhang Square, even those demon generals, they were silent.

A kind of spiritual sublimation, in this drum that echoes in the ears, is like a trickle, touching the hearts of people and touching the depths of the soul.

Wang Mo's hand always stopped on the war drum, and this drum sounded to transmit his heart to heaven and earth at this moment.

When he was a child, he showed inhuman talent, became the proud son of the family, since he was six years old, his hands that were still immature were already stained with blood, and the truth of his parents' death slaughtered nearly ninety percent of martial arts people.

The scene of the acquaintance with the three of He Fang...... Practicing a hundred years of loneliness...... The illusion in the Yiyuan Sect and the appearance of that person are kept...... He Fang's death, all the helplessness and loneliness, all this, stopped at the moment when he accidentally heard the sound of the piano wafting from the river painting boat!

The sound of the piano entered the ears, and the months of staying there, cleansed the soul and sublimated the mind.

The sound of the woman playing the piano and the sound of the drum blended in this moment. With the bridge of Wang Mo's heart, it resonated, and beat the drum with his hand, spreading the misfortune of his childhood, the departure of He Fang's bald head and others, and the sadness that had been hidden in Wang Mo's heart.

The sound of drums echoed in this square, and the people around them, in silence, even shed tears, they were moved by this drum and immersed in the inner world, and the past events surfaced in the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone has a story, and this story is buried in the bottom of the heart, but there is a power that can make the story buried in the heart come to the surface, and this power is a kind of resonance power.

At this moment, at the moment when Wang Mo beat the drum, he conveyed everything he felt when he heard the sound of the piano.

Among the demon generals, Chi Xin's eyes showed memories, not only him, but even Pingzhi, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Except for the only one person, this person is Chi Mi'er, his expression is flat, this blandness, at this moment, can even be said to be indifferent. The sorrow in the drum seemed to have no resonance for him.

The drumming stopped for a long time, and only after a long time did people wake up one after another.

At the moment of soberness, except for those demon commanders and a very few people, most of them showed a look of shock, and at the moment of soberness, they found that they had burst into tears.