Everyone knew that they couldn't listen to this sound, so they blocked the sense of hearing.

It's just that the murderous aura that permeated the music began to tear in the air, as if it could be seen, and the floor flew inch by inch, and cracks quickly climbed up the pillars, like branches flourishing overnight.

Everyone looked solemn, and they all pulled out the swords at their waists and swung their sword qi to resist.

Yin Sheng's fingers danced even more quickly and frantically, and she almost broke the bones of every finger, crushed every piece of flesh into powder, and every trace of thought was confused and disordered, and she lost her eyes and her mind.

But in this altar, the door has been closed, and the rampant sound of the sound has been imprisoned in this prison, and the music cannot be distributed, and it is covered by layer after layer, causing the effect of the music to be magnified several times, and the people are beginning to be a little difficult to resist.

Seeing this scene, Bai Junqian immediately protected his heart, and hurriedly said to Lingxi: "Hurry up and protect your heart!"

The music grew louder and stronger, and the power became more and more insignificant, and the melancholy fox shouted at Yin Sheng, "Stop, go on like this!

But Na Yinqin could hear it so well, she felt that her body had disappeared, and only a pair of hands were raging like a raging storm, and there was no opponent, no matter how carefree she was.

Everyone was already about to get tired of it, and Le's body became more and more uncomfortable when he approached the sound of the qin.

Suddenly, Lingxi's eyes lit up, and she gritted her teeth and took out the spiritual weapon that she had given her from her waist in the Yan family.

This spiritual weapon happens to be a weapon of sound, and it should be able to resist the sound of the sound of the sheng.

After Lingxi took it out, according to the method given by the Yuanhong, he first cast a activation spell, and then cut his finger and put a drop of blood directly on the bell.

The bell was originally golden, and when Lingxi's blood fell on it, the color seemed to become more eye-catching, and the gap in the bell absorbed Lingxi's blood.

In the next moment, the red silk on the bell began to dance, suspended in mid-air, and then the bell began to break away from Lingxi's hands, went to the top of everyone's heads, and began to become several times larger than just now.

"Suzu...... The bell ......" began to ring.

The sound of such a bell was very monotonous, and just when everyone was puzzled, suddenly the monotonous sound of the bell began to change into a song that gathered various musical instruments, and the sound waves began to ripple in the air.

On the way to resist it, the sound of the sound of the piano gradually bowed down, and the discomfort of everyone gradually disappeared.

But Yinsheng didn't want to give up, and continued to play the piano, a pleasure poured into her internal organs, the voice roared in her chest, with a stream of blood spurting out of her throat, she looked around blankly, she saw that her fingers had stopped, but her ears were full of noisy notes.

She felt her lost body come back to her body, with the pain of rupture, and she fell to the ground.

The nine days of the Rhine, which could not be dispersed, finally devoured her heart.

She struggled to pick up the sword, and Nanfeng, who was standing at the door of the hall, smiled coldly, flipped his palm, and a copper coin burst into the air, full of strength, and passed directly through Yin Sheng's chest.

Every time Yin Shengsheng spoke, blood spilled and fell straight down.

At this time, the song of Lingxi's spiritual artifact had also ended, like a song of the end.

The sound sheng was knocked to the ground, with a smile full of care, but there was a little more blood, like a sunset gradually melting in the night, disillusioned in the tenderness of blood.

The melancholy fox approached Yin Sheng, who fell to the ground, his eyes were cold, and his voice was even more emotionless: "I must kill you, and I won't let you die so easily." ”

Hearing this, the smile of the sound sheng became more flamboyant, fiery and cruel, as if life and death were just sunrise and sunset, flowers blooming, falling and rising, withering and blooming again, she shouted:

"I hate you, I hate everyone, why should I be a lord and still be restricted everywhere. And you are worried about the fox, your mother is lowly, but she has been loved by the old lord, so what about me, why can't I be loved, I am jealous of her, jealous of her! However, I still killed her in the end, but one thing that is very funny is that she thinks that the person she loves is going to kill her, and my stupid sister has always refused to disobey me, but it does not mean that she will not disobey me in the future......"

"You killed my mother too?" Gloom Fox's pupils shook, "You killed all the people I cared about......"

Before she could finish speaking, she swung her sword and stabbed at Yinsheng, but Yinsheng was not dead, but completely immobile: she fell to the ground, and the bright red blood was like a large blooming bud on the ground.

Gradually, the dark red blood stream also reflected the cold face of the sad fox.

Later, this Yin Sheng was tied to the execution pillar, covered in blood, without a trace of indifference, she was tortured by Ling Chi, and she had to endure 3,600 knives before she died.

And by the third of the way, there was no life in the eyes of Yin Sheng, it was a kind of despair from the inside out, haunted by nightmares, and he could not wake up, like a fire, and there were only ashes left on the plain, swirling in the wind, and when the dust fell, there was nothing, nothing left.

The melancholy fox stood in front of Yin Sheng and looked down at her, without a trace of pity in his eyes, "This is your retribution." ”

Hearing this, Yin Sheng spoke with difficulty, dragging out her tone long and slowly, as if she was awake, as if she had just heard the sound of a dream, and the dream had come to naught, she was unable to move, her voice was as fragile as a piece of moonlight, and she was only fluctuating in the fallen leaves, and said, "Is it my fault?"

Worrying Fox wanted to watch Yinsheng die all the time here, but the night was like a dead night, and the boundless thick ink mixed with the night wind on the eve of the rainstorm struck her fiercely, and she subconsciously thought of Suhe.

She wanted to see him, and he used to be there for her in such weather, and speak to her gently.

On the way to the tomb of Shuhe, the moss that grew as the damp spread was thick and slippery, and she was unsteady and fell on the cold bluestone steps, and the pain made it difficult for her to get up.

Occasional flashes of electric light illuminated the sky, and dark clouds condensed in the sky, heralding the imminent rainstorm.

But she went on anyway, her eyes were slightly red with a little dirt on the hem of her clothes, and then she began to cry loudly, and wept as she went, and finally the rain fell.

The icy rain and wind were like ropes that strangled her breath layer by layer, almost suffocating her.

"I'm sorry. ”

As soon as these words came out, she came to the tomb of Suhe, but to the tomb of Yinqin. She knelt beside the tomb of the musical instrument and uttered the words.

After the heavy rain, everything was calm again, and Yin Sheng died in the heavy rain.

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