"Magic sound..."

Fei Yang was so stunned that he didn't know what to say, just the doorbell at the door... The music at the door with a monotonous and childish rhythm can also be called a "magic sound"? Okay, well, garbage music is "magic sound", and it's not simple to listen to garbage music without being disgusted to vomit, and then you can infer that I am a person with a background and background...

"That's right, it's the famous 'Temple Guardian Demon Sound' of the Purple Moon Palace, which once came from the mouth of an earth-shattering sound control master in the Burning Rock Continent. Although the www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun and pavilion are only a small piece of residual sound preserved by the blessing of the supreme exercise, it has still been ecstatic and powerful for thousands of years. Hey, if you hadn't come to the palace of the Hades, how could you have the opportunity to see such a grand hand?

Well, most of the people who can still look calm and act as if nothing has happened after resisting the 'magic sound' are thin and unkind, but no matter what, they can be regarded as talents more or less. If my expectations are correct, you should still be a core disciple of a first-class sect during your lifetime, right? A core disciple of a first-class sect, hehe, hehe..."

As soon as "Phoenix" said this, he laughed a few times in an uncertain manner, and then raised his head with his hands high, and never looked at Fei Yang again. Maybe Fei Yang's performance surprised him a little, or maybe the identity of the core disciple of the first-class sect was quite remarkable, but it was still far from the point where he valued it and made him take it seriously.

The logic of paralysis is becoming more and more absurd, am I confused, or is this "little rooster" sick in the brain? After listening to garbage music, I was not disgusted to the point of vomiting, and now it has directly escalated into a thin and unkind, hard-hearted person? Hehe, scum is the same as talent? Can it also be mixed into the core leadership of a large multinational company, and the corpse is vegetarian, mixed and eats and waits for death?

No, no, where would there be such a truth, he shouldn't be harming me, right? Some core disciple of a first-class sect, combined with my nature revealed from time to time, may have to listen to the opposite, "an adulterous person who does not enter the idle organization of the rivers and lakes"...

In addition to music and singing, Fei Yang is still quite "humble" in terms of self-positioning, as a complete pragmatist, he knows very well that "high-profile" is just a means to seek benefits, and the means should be diverse, if you show off your feathers like a rooster all day long, you are almost an idiot.

In Fei Yang's eyes, "Phoenix" is an unreasonable idiot, and the three ghosts who can't stop kowtowing to the stone platform Sumeru at this time seem even more abnormal. Probably because they had been bewitched by the "magic sound" before, their emotions seemed to be completely out of control, and they slammed their heads on the stone slab on the ground again and again, and their throats emitted a beastly crazy "lotus" sound.

"We're confused..."

"We're so bold..."

"We deserve death..."

The three ghosts were all over their faces, and the ground beneath them was covered with a transparent viscous liquid, which was the blood of the ghosts. But their ghostly bodies still seemed to contain infinite power, and a mad roar resounded throughout the hall.

"We are not 'sound control apprentices', let alone 'voice control masters', but we are not deliberately trying to deceive adults, we are forced! We really can't help it, we really can't help it..."

"We really can't help ourselves, but... We still have the heart of luck, and we even try to get through the trick without the adults noticing for a while, and get the opportunity to be reincarnated. Our wolf ambitions are intolerable! Our crimes are beyond words! I hope that the adults can punish us severely..."

"No, no, you have not explained thoroughly enough, not completely enough! It is true that the reason why we have deceived adults is that we have no choice but to do anything about it; it is true that we are indeed trying in vain to get through the blindfolds without the adults noticing for a moment and get the opportunity to be reincarnated. But you have forgotten to confess to the greater crimes...

Our greatest crime was to despise the vision and ability of adults at that time, and now that we think about it, we are really ignorant and fearless, and we deserve death! We demand the most severe punishment, but before accepting the punishment, I think we should first have a good review, deep introspection, and a better explanation for adults and ourselves..."

The ghosts were more honest and sincere, and in the end they all lay on the ground and wept loudly, their voices piercing and looking ashamed and remorseful. But the struggle is everywhere, even if the emotions of these three ghosts are bewitched by the magic sound and have to tell the truth, but the desire to survive is more intense and real, in their subconscious, in their subtext, there is more or less the intention of stepping on their companions, and they can survive in it.

On the high stone platform, there seems to be a cloud of mist behind the back of the huge Sumeru seat, which is mysterious and abnormal. I don't know when, there was a sudden "sigh" sound behind the back of the chair. It was such a soft sigh, but the ethereal figures of the five ghosts in the audience all shook involuntarily, as if it contained endless magic that made their souls fly.

Grievances, sentimentality, resentment, disappointment... There seems to be a rhythm in the sigh that turns and listens to it a thousand times, bringing out some extremely negative emotions vividly. Proud, as tall as a "phoenix", at this time his eyes were also sad and his face was sad, but the strange thing was that his forehead was dripping with cold sweat the size of a bean.

Fei Yang's face also had an exaggerated expression that was almost distracted. His emotions were not affected by the rhythm of the sigh itself, he was just surprised, extremely surprised, he never expected that this sigh was actually a female voice, he would never have dreamed that the woman sitting behind the back of this huge Sumeru seat was actually a woman!

What kind of situation am I relying on?! King Yama is a woman? Or is it not King Yama himself who is sitting on this Sumeru seat? Surprise, it is really too unexpected! And what is even more surprising is that in terms of the sound quality of this female voice itself, it seems that even the voice conditions of some world-famous female singers in previous lives cannot be compared with it.

It's a pity that this woman didn't go to "The Voice" ... It would be a pity if I couldn't sing a duet with this woman's love song... In the world, it is difficult to find a soulmate, and only she and I can roar a song for the ages, and the world can sing together. And only she and I can be perfectly compatible, natural, and fly together...

Fei Yang held back a face and was thinking about the world, and this beautiful female voice sighed leisurely.

"Alas... Actually, I should have known, how could you be him? You are a liar like him, what can you compare to him? But I am..."

The complaining voice became high-pitched and angry at this point, and Fei Yang subconsciously took a deep breath. Mmmm, it's starting to soar high, heartbreaking, amazing!

Suddenly, there was a flash of silver light in front of him, and then a series of heart-rending screams sounded. Fei Yang was simply stunned, what kind of situation is this? The road is too wild! The gentle voice of the wind and drizzle instantly soared to a high note, why did the soprano become a tenor again in the blink of an eye?

In fact, what really shocked Fei Yang was not what he heard, but what he saw in his eyes, but what happened in the lightning and flint made his brain a little unable to react.

I saw the three ghosts kneeling under the stone platform at this time, for some reason, covering their necks with their hands, all with a look of horror and panic, and there was a transparent and viscous liquid between their fingers that could not stop spurting out. They only let out a miserable scream, and then fell to the ground with convulsions, and there was no sound.