Suddenly the color changed, and the disciple ran to the threshold, but he didn't dare to step further, no matter how he visited, he didn't find any trace of Xiao Yu. His complexion changed like a windmill, sometimes white, sometimes purple, and sometimes black, and finally, he stomped his foot, turned around and rushed to the side of the back room.

Soon, an old man with glasses followed him and hurried out.

The people at the door didn't seem to have noticed that there was a big disaster, and they were visiting casually while waiting for Xiao Yu to come out.

"You're Cibu?"

Hearing the call, Jibu looked back and immediately fell to the ground.

"Reincarnated Venerable, what do you command?" asked in a low voice after making a big salute.

"The young man you brought with you is lost in the forbidden land...... "The old man had just said this, when suddenly the mountain shook, he stood unsteadily, and his face immediately changed.

"Not good! Quick!" the old man said to the disciples behind him, "Ring the bell!"

On the side, Li Lingyu and the others were shocked when they heard the news, the bell that had just stopped rang again, but it was quick and long.

The Sanskrit disciples, who had been scattered for a short time, heard the bell and quickly gathered in a hurry.

The sound of chanting is once again great, reflecting the dark clouds overhead, so solemn......

Besides, Xiao Yu naturally jumped into that cave under the pretense of stumbling. Scanning before, Xiao Yu had already found that the most strange thing in the entire cave was the waterhole in that corner.

Sure enough, when he plunged into it, it was like entering a teleportation place, and the surroundings were quiet and dark.

Involuntarily, Xiao Yu poked out his sound sense.

Boom –

A solemn and atmospheric chanting voice suddenly appeared in the Zhihaiyin Mansion.

"Who are you?" The gentle and loud voice echoed in Xiao Yu's ears.

When Xiao Yu opened his eyes, he had already arrived at an ancient cave, where he was located in the central pool, and the water under his feet was not as small as his calf.

An old believer sat with his back to himself, sitting in front of the golden statue, reciting the scriptures with devotion.

"This realm is not ......accessible to mortals," the voice wondered, "why are you here?"

"Find the core. Xiao Yu said softly, with a flick of his wrist, the silver sand sword shook open the thick cloth, revealing his original body.

That disciple seemed to feel Xiao Yu's hostility, and the sound of chanting was even louder.

And the gentle voice also said: "If you don't have the opportunity, why force it?"

Xiao Yu felt the fluctuations in the space, and smiled: "It's easy to say, it's not that you should be on guard." ”

"Since I know the core thing, I can't just let you go, so I have to leave you and accompany me through a thousand years of boredom. ”

The disciple's body seemed to shake suddenly, and he turned an object in his hand and shouted, "Boom!"

The sound moved in all directions, rumbling in the ancient cave.

A compassionate and quiet, bright and flawless sound covers the entire space, slowly pressing down with the power of supreme pure thought.

The waterhole was touched and began to churn, and the waves that stirred up hit Xiao Yu's body, but they were avoided by the invisible force.

"What, do you want to save me?" Feeling that his heart was infected, if all lust and desire were gone, Xiao Yu looked up to the sky and smiled, and pulled his sword out of the sheath, "Haha, just sharpen, my 'riverside'!"

Extremely fond of swords!

When people are ruthless, the sword is merciful!

The sword momentum unfolded, Xiao Yu was in the water, stepping on the green waves, his long hair was in the wind, and the sound was harmonious, like dancing and drunk.

Walking with the sword, although there is no dragon flying, but there is a snake plate, thinking of Xiao Hei's weekdays, he has more inspiration, and the sword dance is even more elegant.

The sword intent in the hand, like a close friend, life and death depend on each other, reduced to loneliness, more family warmth, feeding and care.

Mortals have seven emotions and six desires, and if they are not the ultimate, who can be liberated?

It's not to forget, but to remember!

The majestic power, involuntarily, moves with the sword intent, condenses to the place of affection and sex, which is also where the silver sand sword is.

How about saving people and bliss, how about saving swords?

The sound of the sword was long, and the golden light, like a thick cloud weaving, was heavily wrapped.

At this moment, on the hilt of the sword, a little white light overflowed leisurely from the original stone, and all the golden light was completely dispelled.

“...... How could it be ?!!?"

It seems to feel some kind of frightened characteristic, that voice, lost its composure, frightened!

The disciple's hands stopped, thumped his back, and spat out a mouthful of blood, all the while, between the multiple syllables, the ups and downs of chanting, suddenly intensified, bursting out with an indescribable surging.

Looking at his old back, it is hard to imagine that this huge voice with such explosive power burst out from this person's mouth.

In Xiao Yu's sound and cognition, he suddenly shone brightly.

Feeling different, Xiao Yu closed his eyes and collected all the sound knowledge into the sea of knowledge.

Looking at it with illusory eyes, I saw that the void not far away, densely packed, appeared countless Sanskrit golden statues,

A bald phantom, attached to the disciple, revealing the upper body, the golden ring of light and shadow behind it, stretched out countless arms, and corresponded to the heavy golden statue.

At this moment, five magnificent phantoms, from the light and shadow behind him, slowly poked out, covering the sky and the earth.

"The five phases of Sanskrit sound are pure, upright, elegant, clear, deep, and far-reaching!"

As the man's voice sounded, the chanting began to change.

If the chanting sound just now was a sledgehammer, smashing heavily into the heart, now the sound of the sutra is like a surging tide, a monstrous turbid wave, turning over the river and the sea, and wanting to drown people.

Xiao Yu's sword momentum did not stop, his heart lake was calm, he smiled faintly, and said: "I am cultivating for the sound, seeking truth for all sounds, I didn't expect that I would get the sound attack here." ”

In the sound of chanting, Xiao Yu walked forward steadily, urging the three hundred tones, the quiet sound and the distance, step by step, with the foot sword dance, the body sound is majestic, although there is no string, but far beyond the ordinary cultivation of the sound element drumming, vibration impermanence.

Buzz Buzz - Bang -

His body seemed to collide invisibly, and the sound of roaring and cracking was endless.

"Look at your Sanskrit sound turning into nothingness, or my sound cultivation is true!"

The two sides fought with all their might.

At this time, in the outer hall, the forbidden cave, which was originally calm, suddenly swirled violently, and bubbles continued to emerge and burst, as if there were blazing flames under it!

Pulled by this, the entire hall began to shake violently and shake again.

In the main hall, all the Sanskrit believers are discolored, and the sound of chanting is slightly disordered.

“...... Don't stop, keep going!"

At the main lecture, the reincarnated Venerable gave a loud shout and took the lead in singing, and his voice was like thunder, suppressing the audience.

The believers have a certain heart in their hearts, regardless of the mutations, chanting in their mouths, and continuing to continue.

And Li Lingyu and the others outside were shocked, worried, and anxious, circling around the empty square, staring blankly at the main hall.

The sky was thick with clouds, slowly rolling, and the sunlight that had penetrated was all shielded out.

The wind howled, and if there was a trembling sound, it seemed to announce something......

Boom Boom –

A thunderbolt suddenly startled, but it was extinguished.

All of them suddenly felt that a kind of burning heat, which was not violent, came from nothingness and filled the heavens and the earth. After a while, it dissipated again.

An invisible cry of sorrow, born from the bottom of everyone's heart, as if it were the dying sigh of some great being.

Floating out of nowhere, countless ashes flew in the air, as if they were paying tribute.

In this way, in the changing color of the heavens and the earth, suddenly a blue light shot out of the main hall, illuminated the sky, formed a formation, and the thick black clouds were also dispersed.

A figure came out of the main hall, floating in it, slowly rising.

If you look closely, he still holds a thin sword in his hand.

"That's ...... Xiao Yu...... Li Lingyu tilted her head, her eyes widened, and muttered to herself.

The rest of the girls, including Yao Ying, who had always been calm, were also dumbfounded, looking at the air.

The figure seemed to be slow and fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the clouds and disappeared......

When Xiao Yu opened his eyes, in his eyes, the two swastikas flashed golden.

"You're actually meeting that kind of power......

Above, the fairy sister with long hair fluttering seemed to sense his condition and said softly.

"It's really a difficult Sanskrit sound...... Xiao Yu also sighed, before breaking the formation, his sound element had already been consumed, and he relied on supreme endurance to swing the last sword.

But the moment he returned, the emptiness in his body was all full, just like when he entered the battle.

Other physical conditions are also back to normal. The time froze by the fairy sister, and it was really wonderful.

"That person should practice the method of reincarnation, hide the wisdom of the human body, and be reborn infinitely......"

The fairy sister fell quietly and said slowly: "Although it is to keep the shocking secret, but it is quiet and polluted, the red dust is tribulated, the mana is scattered, and the world is thin...... Each generation has left the Incarnation Venerable to sit in charge, and no matter how powerful it is, after thousands of years, none of them remain...... Only with Sanskrit sound, how can you compare to the pure sound cultivation of you. ”

Xiao Yu was silent, looking confused.

"Alas......" The fairy sister looked at him and said softly, "This kind of inheritance is the most stubborn, even if it is stained with a trace, there is a degree of consumption for a hundred years, do you have faith and stick to your heart?"

"Haha......" Xiao Yu heard this, swept away the fog in his heart, regained his clarity, and said loudly, "Practicing detachment is the most terrible, not painful torture, but empty in my heart, lonely and lonely, I have laid the foundation of my own mortal spirit, broken the ordinary shout, step by step, how can I hinder my cultivation because of some distracting thoughts!"

The fairy sister smiled indifferently and disappeared silently.

The next day, it was rainy.

Xiao Yu teased Xiao Hei to speak, and when he saw the rain outside, he was a little emotional.

In the fairy mountain, there are also four seasons, and there are also cloudy and sunny changes, which are more controllable than the ordinary.

The big sound peak, the group rises and falls, should be with the sound of nature, and at the same time change the language of nature.

The sky is stormy, rainy, cold, snowy, winter and frost, all in it, with the sound of the invisible, silent turn.

Xiao Yu's "Linjiang Bank" is already in the world of the Indian Array, and it is more honed, and even now, because of the Sanskrit sound refining feelings, every time he dances to the depths, there is a faint scripture sound to follow, adding an inexplicable meaning.

For the sword matching method of "invisible sounds", the more Xiao Yu practiced, the more aware he became, maybe he was born with this way. Of course, it is more likely that it was born through the entanglement of the fate of the fairy sister and the change, and it is not known.

Because of this, he has a lot more confidence in the French fighting match half a month later.

This time, he didn't intend to use the power of the fairy sister.

The world of the seal formation not only consumed the seal of the fairy sister, but also sharpened Xiao Yu's belief.

Only by forging ahead independently and growing up as soon as possible can he consolidate his path and complete his ideals......