Chapter 628 Turning point between life and death (1)
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Chapter 628 Turning point between life and death (1)
Chapter 111 Turning point between life and death (1)
Just when everyone outside was extremely worried about Xiao Yan's going to enter the third floor of the Palace of Questioning Hearts, Xiao Yan had already opened the door to the third floor.
Into the eyes, it is still dark.
According to Xiao Yan's intuition, the third floor of Wenxin Hall is much smaller than the second floor, because even in the era before the ancient catastrophe, when six or seven star fighting emperors were everywhere, the number of fighting emperors standing on the top of the tower would not be too many. This is the dark rule between heaven and earth.Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where quality is not quantity, and it is also a place where highness is low.
Taking a few deep breaths, he gradually calmed down his "thumping" heart. With his eyes flickering slightly, with the help of the light from the sky fire, Xiao Yan looked at the star-like soul imprints floating in the distance, and tried his best to find and judge them. He thinks it is relatively weak.After all, this is the third floor that the master has repeatedly told him not to enter. The soul imprints are all left by those strong men on the top of the tower. With his current strength, he must be extremely careful.
Soon, he locked a soul imprint.
This soul imprint is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.
It is shaped like a qin but not a qin, with circles of nebula lingering above it, and faint vocal music can be heard faintly.Moreover, other soul imprints are as bright as stars, but it is the only one that keeps changing between light and dark, as if violently fluctuating due to changes in emotions.
Logically speaking, there is no reason for Xiao Yan to choose such a soul imprint that looks extremely unstable and may go berserk at any time, but Xiao Yan himself can't explain why, and intuitively feels that this soul imprint is the most sure.
Intuition is a very mysterious thing, and it is hard to explain, especially when you are confused.
But after all, this is a choice related to life, Xiao Yan has to be careful and careful.Suppressing his heartbeat, he still walked slowly and cautiously.
However, dozens of soul imprints floated in the midair of the hall, all of them flashed to varying degrees, the darker ones flickered more frequently, the ones that flickered more gently were dazzlingly bright, and there was no one that was both dark and flickering gently.
Xiao Yan's heart was full of bitterness, he swallowed his saliva, thinking that this was much more difficult than winning the 500 million sports lottery on the earth before crossing, after all, that was just for money, but this was fatal.
What can I do?If you choose one wrong step, Yin and Yang will be separated forever. This is no joke.
Xiao Yan was meditating, walking casually in the hall, the sound of footsteps in this empty space was very clear and depressing.
Rubbing his hands lightly, Xiao Yan stopped and exhaled slightly. Seeing the hot air turning into curling smoke under the burning of the sky fire, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and an indescribable flash suddenly flashed deep in his pupils. surprised.
It turned out that, inadvertently, he turned back to the flickering piano-shaped soul imprint.
"It seems that we are destined to be with it today, it is it." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, and decided to gamble his luck.
Concentrating on adjusting his breath, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, and the power of his soul enveloped this soul imprint with lightning speed.
Chapter 111 Turning point between life and death (2)
Unlike the soul imprint absorbed by the second floor of the Hall of Questioning Heart, Xiao Yan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, the soul imprint had disappeared, and he did not sense anything entering in the sea of consciousness.
"What's going on here? It's gone?"
Xiao Yan was a little stunned, a little dumbfounded, he couldn't help but his hairs stood on end, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body.
Just when Xiao Yan was looking around but couldn't find him, there was a stringed sound in his head suddenly, the mournful sound seemed to penetrate the soul, Xiao Yan suddenly discovered that the depths of his soul's sea of consciousness unexpectedly came out of nowhere for no reason. There was an extra guzheng on the ground.
The texture of this zither is white jade without any flaws in the whole body. It is shaped like a swimming dragon flying in water, with a very streamlined feel. There are eighteen strings on it, and the strings are all different. The essence of the eighteen kinds of ancient beasts are all rare and rare treasures in the world. Although they are transformed by the power of the soul, they are so real that it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
Anyone who encounters such a sudden thing will feel horrified, and Xiao Yan is no exception. The cold sweat oozed from his back.Could this be the unfathomable level of the realm above the Emperor Realm?Xiao Yan swallowed with difficulty, staring intently at the guzheng in the sea of consciousness, not daring to act rashly.
The guzheng has a spirit, rising slowly from the depths of the sea of self-knowledge. The eighteen strings sing without playing, and the sound of the zither suddenly becomes tragic and desolate.
The sound of the zither seemed to have a magical power, and it quickly matched the waves of Xiao Yan's sea of consciousness. Iterate.
Hearing the sound of the zither, Xiao Yan gradually sank into the artistic conception of the tune, unable to extricate himself, he seemed to see heroic scenes of gold and iron horses on ancient battlefields.
It wasn't until the end of the song that Xiao Yan woke up from the sound of the zither. Thinking that his mind was unknowingly attracted by the sound of the zither just now, he was really shocked. .
But soon, Xiao Yan found sadly that in front of this guzheng, he had completely lost control over his soul power, and even his every move in the sea of consciousness was completely out of his control, like a puppet , the only thing left is a trace of clarity in his mind.Xiao Yan's body and mind suddenly fell from the Nine Heavens Milky Way to the bottom, his face was full of helplessness and frustration.
Guzheng seemed to be venting the dull feeling of waiting for a bosom friend for so long, it ignored Xiao Yan at all, and didn't ask any questions, it just uttered bursts of wonderful strings on its own, the tune didn't care whether it was slow or fast, Regardless of the cheerfulness or sadness of the song, let alone pursue the elegant, elegant, delicate and beautiful style, just play according to the whim, and fully display the artistic conception that only the realm above the imperial realm can vividly display.
Xiao Yan endured all this silently. Gradually, from being helpless at the beginning, he gradually began to appreciate the beauty of this rhythm. All the pores on his body felt as comfortable as if he had eaten ginseng fruit. The tired body and mind of the second floor for three months were washed away layer by layer, and the pleasant and comfortable pleasure surged uncontrollably in the sea of consciousness. It was hazy and real, and even the power of the soul was active in a trance.
"Listening to the zither can improve the cultivation of soul power?" Sensitively feeling the activity of soul power, Xiao Yan was delighted from the heart, and couldn't help but whisper in his heart.
However, in just a split second, Xiao Yan, who has always been rational, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "How is it possible? It is simply wishful thinking! Listening to the music can make progress. In the art hall, the wind and the moon are boundless, and you can cultivate a thousand miles in one day?"
"It must be an illusion caused by my highly tense nerves." Xiao Yan twitched his lips and shook his head in a ridiculous way.
Xiao Yan didn't know at all that by shaking his head, he not only missed a huge opportunity, but also put himself in great danger.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 111 Turning point between life and death (1)
Just when everyone outside was extremely worried about Xiao Yan's going to enter the third floor of the Palace of Questioning Hearts, Xiao Yan had already opened the door to the third floor.
Into the eyes, it is still dark.
According to Xiao Yan's intuition, the third floor of Wenxin Hall is much smaller than the second floor, because even in the era before the ancient catastrophe, when six or seven star fighting emperors were everywhere, the number of fighting emperors standing on the top of the tower would not be too many. This is the dark rule between heaven and earth.Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where quality is not quantity, and it is also a place where highness is low.
Taking a few deep breaths, he gradually calmed down his "thumping" heart. With his eyes flickering slightly, with the help of the light from the sky fire, Xiao Yan looked at the star-like soul imprints floating in the distance, and tried his best to find and judge them. He thinks it is relatively weak.After all, this is the third floor that the master has repeatedly told him not to enter. The soul imprints are all left by those strong men on the top of the tower. With his current strength, he must be extremely careful.
Soon, he locked a soul imprint.
This soul imprint is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.
It is shaped like a qin but not a qin, with circles of nebula lingering above it, and faint vocal music can be heard faintly.Moreover, other soul imprints are as bright as stars, but it is the only one that keeps changing between light and dark, as if violently fluctuating due to changes in emotions.
Logically speaking, there is no reason for Xiao Yan to choose such a soul imprint that looks extremely unstable and may go berserk at any time, but Xiao Yan himself can't explain why, and intuitively feels that this soul imprint is the most sure.
Intuition is a very mysterious thing, and it is hard to explain, especially when you are confused.
But after all, this is a choice related to life, Xiao Yan has to be careful and careful.Suppressing his heartbeat, he still walked slowly and cautiously.
However, dozens of soul imprints floated in the midair of the hall, all of them flashed to varying degrees, the darker ones flickered more frequently, the ones that flickered more gently were dazzlingly bright, and there was no one that was both dark and flickering gently.
Xiao Yan's heart was full of bitterness, he swallowed his saliva, thinking that this was much more difficult than winning the 500 million sports lottery on the earth before crossing, after all, that was just for money, but this was fatal.
What can I do?If you choose one wrong step, Yin and Yang will be separated forever. This is no joke.
Xiao Yan was meditating, walking casually in the hall, the sound of footsteps in this empty space was very clear and depressing.
Rubbing his hands lightly, Xiao Yan stopped and exhaled slightly. Seeing the hot air turning into curling smoke under the burning of the sky fire, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and an indescribable flash suddenly flashed deep in his pupils. surprised.
It turned out that, inadvertently, he turned back to the flickering piano-shaped soul imprint.
"It seems that we are destined to be with it today, it is it." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, and decided to gamble his luck.
Concentrating on adjusting his breath, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, and the power of his soul enveloped this soul imprint with lightning speed.
Chapter 111 Turning point between life and death (2)
Unlike the soul imprint absorbed by the second floor of the Hall of Questioning Heart, Xiao Yan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, the soul imprint had disappeared, and he did not sense anything entering in the sea of consciousness.
"What's going on here? It's gone?"
Xiao Yan was a little stunned, a little dumbfounded, he couldn't help but his hairs stood on end, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body.
Just when Xiao Yan was looking around but couldn't find him, there was a stringed sound in his head suddenly, the mournful sound seemed to penetrate the soul, Xiao Yan suddenly discovered that the depths of his soul's sea of consciousness unexpectedly came out of nowhere for no reason. There was an extra guzheng on the ground.
The texture of this zither is white jade without any flaws in the whole body. It is shaped like a swimming dragon flying in water, with a very streamlined feel. There are eighteen strings on it, and the strings are all different. The essence of the eighteen kinds of ancient beasts are all rare and rare treasures in the world. Although they are transformed by the power of the soul, they are so real that it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
Anyone who encounters such a sudden thing will feel horrified, and Xiao Yan is no exception. The cold sweat oozed from his back.Could this be the unfathomable level of the realm above the Emperor Realm?Xiao Yan swallowed with difficulty, staring intently at the guzheng in the sea of consciousness, not daring to act rashly.
The guzheng has a spirit, rising slowly from the depths of the sea of self-knowledge. The eighteen strings sing without playing, and the sound of the zither suddenly becomes tragic and desolate.
The sound of the zither seemed to have a magical power, and it quickly matched the waves of Xiao Yan's sea of consciousness. Iterate.
Hearing the sound of the zither, Xiao Yan gradually sank into the artistic conception of the tune, unable to extricate himself, he seemed to see heroic scenes of gold and iron horses on ancient battlefields.
It wasn't until the end of the song that Xiao Yan woke up from the sound of the zither. Thinking that his mind was unknowingly attracted by the sound of the zither just now, he was really shocked. .
But soon, Xiao Yan found sadly that in front of this guzheng, he had completely lost control over his soul power, and even his every move in the sea of consciousness was completely out of his control, like a puppet , the only thing left is a trace of clarity in his mind.Xiao Yan's body and mind suddenly fell from the Nine Heavens Milky Way to the bottom, his face was full of helplessness and frustration.
Guzheng seemed to be venting the dull feeling of waiting for a bosom friend for so long, it ignored Xiao Yan at all, and didn't ask any questions, it just uttered bursts of wonderful strings on its own, the tune didn't care whether it was slow or fast, Regardless of the cheerfulness or sadness of the song, let alone pursue the elegant, elegant, delicate and beautiful style, just play according to the whim, and fully display the artistic conception that only the realm above the imperial realm can vividly display.
Xiao Yan endured all this silently. Gradually, from being helpless at the beginning, he gradually began to appreciate the beauty of this rhythm. All the pores on his body felt as comfortable as if he had eaten ginseng fruit. The tired body and mind of the second floor for three months were washed away layer by layer, and the pleasant and comfortable pleasure surged uncontrollably in the sea of consciousness. It was hazy and real, and even the power of the soul was active in a trance.
"Listening to the zither can improve the cultivation of soul power?" Sensitively feeling the activity of soul power, Xiao Yan was delighted from the heart, and couldn't help but whisper in his heart.
However, in just a split second, Xiao Yan, who has always been rational, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "How is it possible? It is simply wishful thinking! Listening to the music can make progress. In the art hall, the wind and the moon are boundless, and you can cultivate a thousand miles in one day?"
"It must be an illusion caused by my highly tense nerves." Xiao Yan twitched his lips and shook his head in a ridiculous way.
Xiao Yan didn't know at all that by shaking his head, he not only missed a huge opportunity, but also put himself in great danger.
(End of this chapter)
