Bai Mu has a sea of knowledge that far surpasses that of a monk in the same realm, and even the addition of this mysterious treasure, in less than a stick of incense sitting on the spiral staircase, he can already feel and zhe:n pressure the discordant factor in the music.

"This is ......" Bai Mu in the sea of knowledge sat casually on the bluestone slab in the corner of the immortal capital, and with his ability, he still couldn't restore more details of the immortal capital. If you look closely, you will see that he is twisting a thin silk thread in his hand, struggling as if he were alive.

"That's the dissonance factor in the music, and it's no wonder that such soothing music always makes people feel irritated. Bai Mu wrapped this silk thread around his fingertips, and an indescribable tyrannical mood appeared for no reason, making him want to tear apart the pinch in front of him

After just two breaths, Bai Mu woke up from this tyrannical mood, and looked at this silk thread with some fear: "Just a wisp can have such an effect, and I am afraid that there will be more if you go up to the next level, if you sink into this killing intent, I really don't know what will happen?"

"Could it be that this is also a soul skill?" Bai Mu's eyes lit up suddenly, "The Phantom Sound Building is actually set up to preserve this soul skill, and the soul skills on the periphery are just to hide people's eyes! No wonder that the green-robed man is superior in strength but is only sitting on the first floor, and the original plot is so big." ”

Bai Mu conjured up the "Mountains and Rivers Eternal" seal in his hand, and wrapped the silk thread around the seal, with the power of this silk thread, there was no way to shake the entire immortal capital. When defending against the enemy, Bai Mu can rely on manipulating the "Mountains and Rivers Eternal" seal to entangle the silk thread around the enemy

"Not a single trace, what about a thousand threads?" Bai Mu showed a treacherous smile, it must take a lot of time to completely tame the silk thread, he still has to find a soul technique suitable for his current use when he comes to this Phantom Sound Building!

When Bai Mu was about to pass through the enchantment and enter the second floor, he felt a murderous aura of déjà vu behind him......

As soon as he entered the space on the second floor, Bai Mu clearly felt that the second floor was only about two-thirds the size of the first floor, and the collection of classics had also been greatly reduced. He picked up a copy at random, and sure enough, it was already a second-grade soul skill, and for someone who had just entered the Pregnant God Realm, such a level of soul skill was just right.

The music became more and more excited, and Bai Mu simply sat cross-legged at the entrance of the second floor, skillfully separating ten silk threads from the music.

"Could it be that when you go up to the third layer, there will be as many as 100 silk threads?" Bai Mu's face was a little ugly, at that level, it would definitely make people go berserk in an instant, right?

Sure enough, Bai Mu looked at the spiral staircase in the middle, and several monks who had entered the building were covering their heads and wailing, their eyes were red. And the green-robed man on the first floor was still sitting on the side, holding his breath.

There were already many clever monks who knew that there was no hope of ascending the stairs, and began to look for the most suitable soul technique for themselves in the vast sea of texts on the second floor.

Bai Mu suddenly saw the figure of the coffin fleeing in a hurry between the bookshelves on the second floor, the two strangely shaped flying knives were like maggots on the tarsal bones, and Quan Zuyin's face was full of resentment. Bai Mu snorted coldly, the bamboo leaves flashed like thunder, the sword light exploded behind Quan Zuyin, the bamboo leaves were violently collided and bounced away, and returned to his side under Bai Mu's beckoning, Quan Zuyin also fell behind Bai Mu, looking at the pursuers behind him with a bad face.

"Huh, you're the freshman who beat Hou Jinyan?"

The flying knife hovered beside a man like two milk swallows, he looked tall and strong, but when he spoke, he twisted his orchid fingers, which made Bai Mu goosebumps.

The man pursed his lips: "Hou Jinyan is just relying on a borrowed four-grade spirit weapon to play prestige, and it is indeed a loss of face for us old students to lose a new student like you......"

"I think you are much better than that dead face, my name is Liu Hongming. Ask your dead-faced friend to help me go to the third floor to pick up a copy of the second volume of "The Return of Yan", and when I go out, I will keep you safe and sound, how about it?"

There was no need for Quan Zuyin to explain anything, Bai Mu already knew the ins and outs of the matter: Quan Zuyin, who was able to leave a pen on the second three archway, of course, had attainments that did not lose his own attainments in the divine soul, and it was not strange to be able to enter the third layer and retreat with his whole body.

Obviously, this sissy named Liu Hongming wanted a third-layer soul technique, but he didn't have the ability to act on the third-layer, relying on his super strength at the peak of the Pregnant God Realm, he insisted on forcing Quan Zuyin to go to the third-layer soul technique.

Although Quan Zuyin is from 100,000 mountains, he is quite upright and simple, but there is a lot of arrogance that a man should have, and at this moment, he is just holding the coffin with his hand, and his face is cloudy.

Bai Mu was so frightened that his soul was scared: "Don't don't...... Don't call it the Old Ancestor!" Although he didn't know what the so-called Old Ancestor in the ancient coffin was, Bai Mu felt cold in his heart when he thought of the black hole that harvested life appeared in this Phantom Sound Building.

Liu Hongming saw that Bai Mu clenched the bamboo leaf sword in his hand, his face turned from sunny to cloudy, and he spat fiercely: "Another one who doesn't know each other, then I will crush your sea of knowledge and let you know what it means to be respected!"

"Helplessly, the flowers fall ......"

The green-robed man opened his eyes with great interest, looked at Liu Hongming's twisted gesture, and muttered: "This sissy energy is a bit like your brother......

Bai Mu only felt that the scenery around him had changed, and he seemed to be in the middle of a rainy alley, and the dim yellow color and the dripping rain directly taught people to feel depressed. A graceful woman walked from the other side of the alley, her wrists were frosty and snowy, and the peach petals twisted between her fingers fell, and flew in front of Bai Mu in the oblique wind......

The cold light tore through the illusion in front of him, and the two peach blossoms spun into strangely shaped flying knives, one stabbing at Bai Mu's eyebrows, and the other stabbing at Bai Mu's heart.

It's too close!

Bai Mu only felt that in an instant, the Grim Reaper had put the hook and sickle on his neck, smiling cruelly to take away his soul that should have disappeared a long time ago. This is the strength of the peak of the Pregnant God Realm!

Only then did Bai Mu hear Quan Zuyin's anxious shout, the illusion of "The Return of Yan" was too realistic, making Bai Mu temporarily forget that he was not in the Phantom Building, and even felt that the rain in the alley had wet his clothes, and there was still the fragrance of earth in the air. The bamboo leaf sword blocked the knife of the heart, but the flying knife in the center of the eyebrows could not be hidden!

The domineering sword light almost flew towards his ears, and slashed Liu Hongming's flying knife with an unbelievable speed. Bai Mu looked at the narrow sword weapon that pierced the floor deeply because of inertia, his face instantly became strange, and he even wanted to pull back the Grim Reaper who fled with his tail between his legs...... He was all too familiar with this delicate sword!

A black suit came from behind him, the owner of the sword held the tiger's mouth against the hilt of the sword, and the four fingers like onion roots gradually clicked on the hilt of the sword, and the clicking sound made by the collision between the nails and the hilt of the sword seemed to knock on Bai Mu's heart.

Han Rou, who had black hair like a waterfall, turned around and looked playfully at Bai Mu, who was eager to write the word "well-behaved" on the top of her head, and lightly opened her lips, but it was not the hoarse and ugly voice of "Qishui", but a little soft and glutinous:

"Impressed?"

Bai Mu: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move......"

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