On the elevated three stands in the whole square, all watching, at this moment, a quiet "drum reverberate, surrounding, this 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 including which demon generals, they are all sunk.

The sublimation of a kind of artistic conception, in this drum sound that echoes in the ears, is like a trickle, passing through the hearts of eight people, touching the depths of the soul

Wang Lin's hand always stopped on the demon drum, and this drum sounded to convey his Tao to heaven and earth at this moment.

Scenes of acquaintance with Li Muwan,

Seven hundred years of solitude...

The hundred-year-old appearance in the illusion of the Heavenly Fortune Sect is guarded

The decline of the streets of the land of the demons

All this stopped, the moment I accidentally heard the sound of the piano floating from the river painting boat!

The sound of the piano entered the ears, and the months of staying for it cleansed the soul and sublimated the Taoist thoughts.

The sound of the woman playing the piano, and the sound of the drum, in this ~ moment, are communed. With Wang Lin's heart, the bridge resonated, and beat the drum with his hand, spreading the sadness that had been hidden in Wang Lin's heart since Li Muwan left.

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

Every person, 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 Lin beat the drum, he passed on everything he felt when he heard the sound of the piano.

Among the demon generals, Mo Lihai's eyes showed memories, not only him, but even Shi Xiao also had a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Except for the only one person, this person is Mo Fei, 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.

I don't know when the drumming stopped, ~ until it lasted for a long time before people woke up one after another.

At the moment of soberness, except for those handsome and 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.

Xuan Dushuai looked at Wang Lin next to the demon drum in a daze, he sighed lightly, the complicated color in his eyes gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a wave of admiration!

"The sound of the drum transmits the thought, maybe he is the person who His Majesty the Demon Emperor has been waiting for countless years In this drum sound, my cultivation that I have stopped for a long time has actually loosened"

Among the demon handsome, except for Tianshuai Lie, the others looked at Wang Lin differently, but one thing was the same, that is, shock!

No one in this place knows better than them the meaning of the drums!

It's a realm!

Tianshuai's eyes were like electricity, looking at Wang Lin in the distance, and the cloudy color in his eyes had long disappeared.

, is he called Wang Lin?"

Wang Lin raised his right hand slightly, he looked back around, and at this moment, he was all watched.

His gaze fell on the golden-armored man.

The golden-armored man's face was no longer gloomy, but pale, he looked at Wang Lin in a daze, and was speechless for a long time, today, this monk in front of him brought him too much shock!

From the beginning of the five consecutive knocks without the slightest change in complexion, the body was as towering as a giant peak, until the three more times to chase after Mo Fei!

This scene looked in his eyes, he thought that this was the end, but at this moment, he found that all this had just begun!

The eleventh drum, in his shock, sounded!

If this drum sound is the same as the first ten sounds, then he will not be so alarmed, but this eleventh sound is transmitted with a drum, this realm, the gold-armored man asked himself, he can't do it!

This has little to do with cultivation, but is a kind of realm! A kind of artistic conception, a kind of soul sublimation!

Everything that happened today can be said to be unforgettable for the man in golden armor, and at this moment, he actually has a kind of idea that he does not want to look at Wang Lin, and this idea is very strong.

"Fifteen times, you cut off an arm, right?" Wang Lin said softly, his voice was not loud, but at this moment, it was clearly heard by everyone.

The golden-armored man's scalp was numb, and he would rather step forward and fight Wang Lin directly, or even be willing not to use his powerful divine powers to fight against Wang Lin, rather than face Yu Wei's question at this moment after the preaching of the torture drum.

Wang Lin didn't give the golden-armored man time to answer, he retracted his gaze, for the first time, swept over the stands around him, in his eyes, the faces of the watchers appeared one by one, and these people all chose to avoid his gaze.

Among the deputy marshals, the six people of Tian, Xuan, Huang, Yu, Zhou, and Huang, as Wang Lin's gaze swept by, avoided them one by one, and only one person, with a clear eye in his eyes, met Wang Lin's gaze.

This person is the deputy marshal of Naxuan, his eyes are clear, when he looked at Wang Lin, he showed a trace of emotion, he raised his hands and hugged his fists at Wang Lin!

Wang Lin nodded slightly, and then looked away, this time, he looked at the eight demon marshals, and swept them one by one, all the demon marshals looked at him, as if they were in their eyes, and they saw a lot of differences. The moment Tianshuai looked at Wang Lin, for the first time, he spoke.

"Wang Lin, I remember your name!"

Among the demon generals, they avoided Wang Lin's gaze one after another, but Shi Xiao roared in a low voice, forcibly allowing himself not to avoid it, and collided with Wang Lin's gaze.

There was a hint of war intent in his eyes, but this battle intent was directly ignored the moment Wang Lin's eyes were removed.

Wang Lin's gaze, the last place to stay, was Mo Fei!

This person's demeanor was always indifferent, and he looked at Wang Biao coldly.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Lin closed his eyes, his right hand lightly pressed on the demon drum, and the sound of the drum was no longer his purpose at the moment!

At the moment when the drum beat just now, Wang Lin had never been with him before, and for the first time, he felt the call of the championship!

"I want to, ask the end!!" Wang Lin's eyes did not open, but his whole body, at this moment, burst out with a strong hydrogen letter!

His right hand rested on the demon drum.

"Knock, his right hand did not move, but the sound of the drum suddenly echoed!

The sorrow in the drum, one stronger than the other, two consecutive drums, makes this thunder also contain sadness.

It's still a little worse, Wang Lin said softly, the moment his voice fell, there was a "bang" sound again on the demon drum!

The twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth drums resounded through the heavens and the earth!

The drum fused, forming an impact that was several times more powerful than before, and it rushed directly into his body along the demon drum and Wang Lin's right hand.

At this moment, almost everyone heard a voice, which was a banging sound coming from Wang Lin's body, this sound was crisp, not as good as Tianzang, but in the ears of the people around him, it made everyone feel as if it came from the bone marrow.

Drops of black liquid were secreted from the hair on Wang Lin's body.

"Wash the marrow!" Tianshuai's eyes burst out with a gleam, which contained an unprecedented appreciation!

"This is the real marrow washing, the previous time, it was just washing off the fur!"

The other demon handsome, looking at Wang Lin's gaze, even had a strong sense of jealousy. No one understands better than them why this demon drum has become the second creature in the Heavenly Demon County after Longtan!

In Longtan, there is the spirit of the ancient demon, the way of preaching, and the respect of heaven and earth!

And this demon drum is made of the skin of the ancient demon, the bud contains the power of the ancient demon, and it is even rumored that the demon emperors of the past dynasties can draw out the power of the ancient demon by beating this demon drum with the method of inheritance, so as to protect the glory of the heavenly demon county for thousands of years!

Washing the marrow with the power of the ancient demons, this is a qualification that only the emperors in the Heavenly Demon County can have, and outsiders can only be given the scenery to wash the marrow unless they have made great contributions.

Before every demon marshal takes office, he will be given a chance to beat the demon drum, and the reward actually contained in this is to wash the marrow.

It's just that whether or not you can do it depends on your own cultivation.

The three drums sounded, turning into a strong impact, wandering wildly in Wang Lin's body, washing the body that was already almost free of impurities.

"Fourteen times ......" The golden-armored man's face became more and more pale.

The people around the square, except for the man in golden armor, seemed to have forgotten about this matter, and they were immersed in the sound in their ears and the aftermath of the shock in their bodies.

This is the sound of washing the marrow!

When the marrow washer, the sound coming from his body can cause the listener's body to vibrate, producing a fluctuation that is inferior to the marrow washing.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, all the impurities in his body were washed away by the sound of drums, at this moment, he seemed to have an illusion that his body was about to be sucked by the sky, he looked at the demon drum, his eyes were clear.

"I, Wang Lin, have been cultivating for seven hundred years, and my artistic conception has entered the body to perfection, but I have not reached the reason for the victory, I know. Although my artistic conception is said to be eight bodies, but the Taoist heart is not complete, it turns out that in the depths of my heart, there is always a trace of sadness, a trace of injury, a seal of the trace,

When Li Muwan died, my artistic conception was sublimated, and it became a trace of my obsession

Therefore, when I hear the sound of the woman playing the piano, I will feel sad and resonate If I listen to the sound of the piano for a hundred years, when the woman who plays the piano is old, when she dies, I will be completely enlightened, and the sorrow in my heart will pass with the sound of the piano, leaving only a brand, which will melt into the soul...

But today, with this drum, I am in a short time, as if I have experienced the passage of a hundred years, I have melted all my sorrows into the drum and beat out, when there is no more sorrow in my heart, and the heart of the Tao is complete, I will reach the crown."

Wang Lin's right hand was raised, and it fell gently, and at the moment when it fell, the thoughts of Li Muwan and all the sadness in his heart all surged out, and with this palm, he pressed towards the demon drum.

However, doing so is tantamount to choosing to forget, is it really to forget, Wang Lin's hand trembled.