Chapter 1281 Magic Sound Wave

"Arrogant human kid." The demon attendant possessed by Youyue Demon's canthus turned cold, but he didn't speak any more. He really wanted to kill the silver-haired young man in front of him, but he had to admit that this kid was really extraordinary. Waking up from the soul-dangling magic sound is no slower than these old monsters. Obviously, this is just a guy in the early stage of Yuanying, and Yuanshen can already stand shoulder to shoulder with these old monsters.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe what Youyue Mozhu did. Even if you want to take revenge against these two human races, you must at least find a place where there is no one, otherwise there will be a big battle, and you will be killed by the golden armored corpse king. The old monster picked a cheap one, Youyue Mozhu would not do such a stupid thing.

The voice fell slightly, Xiang Qingcheng's murderous, cold, and confused eyes returned to clarity, Lu Xiaotian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the reaction was not slow, Xiang Qingcheng's primordial spirit was stronger than he expected, and he would help out later. There should be no problem. If there is no Xiang Qingcheng, Lu Xiaotian thinks he has a lot of means, but these old monsters he faces are all extraordinary strengths, big monsters and old devils who have accumulated for many years. Lu Xiaotian didn't have much confidence either. With the addition of Xiang Qingcheng, the stronger his strength, the more confident he would naturally be.

"Let's go!" Xiang Qingcheng let out a long breath, as if he wanted to completely spit out the messy magic attacks of Cai Cai and Danghun Moyin.

Lu Xiaotian nodded, seeing that the Jinjia Corpse King and his party continued to approach the Falling Demon Pool again, the two also followed up one after the other.

At this time, the tortoise, the demon vulture, the Youyue demon canthus, the wind and snow giant ape and Lu Xiaotian are not too far away from the Falling Demon Pool, but they can move at the same speed as ordinary people.

The closer you get to the Demon Falling Pool, the owls of various demon heads above the mirror-like pool, and the sounds of strange laughter formed by the magic sounds are condensed into essence, and gradually transform into circles of ripples that spread around.

"The magic sound appears! Why is there so much movement in the Falling Demon Pool this time?" At this time, even the two big monsters, the vulture and the tortoise, couldn't help but change their expressions, and the corpse king in golden armor also had a grim expression.

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and swiped forward, a sword-shaped mask blocked in front of him, but the soul-dangling magic sound only stagnated for a while, and then passed through the sword-shaped mask. The means of fighting skills did not work in the slightest. And within hundreds of miles, it was like a pool of water, the soul-dancing magic sound was like water in the pool, and everyone was like fish in the pool, no matter what methods they used, they couldn't avoid the influence of the magic sound. Unless you leave the area beforehand. At this time, even if he wanted to leave, it might not be so easy.

The magic sound full of all kinds of negative emotions swarmed into people's minds, directly killing the primordial spirit, trying to affect the emotions of the primordial spirit. It is not necessary to directly kill the primordial spirit of the monk, as long as it affects the other party, the emotion* Desire, cruelty, bloodthirsty, depravity. Every monk has some weaknesses more or less, that is, Nascent Soul monks, compared with those who build foundations, or even Qi monks, in the final analysis, they are just Yuanshen, with stronger magic power. But it's not without flaws, it's just that the Nascent Soul cultivator has practiced for so many years, and has experienced more human relationships and intrigues. The mind is more determined and mature.

But this does not mean that the Nascent Soul cultivator has no flaws to find. From the perspective of the ancestor of Huashen, the Nascent Soul cultivator is simply vulnerable, with flaws all over his body.

It is Lu Xiaotian who thinks that his strength is not bad, but under the influence of this soul-stirring magic sound, he can be compared with Dongfang Yi and Luo Ping'er's fragrance. The faint but lingering past with Luo Qing is the result of meeting strangers. The extremely bloody killing in the sea outside the Danwang City. Also, the whole Blood Lion City was slaughtered because of avoiding the pursuit of the Xuanmao Ghost King, and the whole Blood Lion City was killed or injured. Some feel sorry. This trace of guilt has been buried in Lu Xiaotian's heart, but at this time it was brought out again by the soul-dangling demon sound.

With the departure of the old man from Lingxiao Palace, junior sister Su Qing became the sad ghost of the ghost clan.

One pile, one piece, shuttled through Lu Xiaotian's mind like a fleeting image.

It wasn't until Lu Xiaotian came to his senses from the complicated emotions of the past that he realized that he was covered in cold sweat. Even the skirt was wet.

"It's such a powerful soul-swinging demon sound." At the last moment, Lu Xiaotian himself almost fell, but at this time, the Buddha's light burst out again at the Zhenyao Pagoda, and the bursts of harmonious singing of Buddhism, Taoism and Sanskrit were exactly the same as when Lu Xiaotian sacrificed to suppress the demon. The mantra that was chanted during the tower. The voice of the Sanskrit singing was solemn and detailed, pulling Lu Xiaotian back from the brink of sinking.

After the catastrophe, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel very lucky for the rest of his life. He also became more and more vigilant about the power of the Devil Falling Pool. No real demon powerhouse has appeared yet, and the magic sound alone is already so powerful. I really don't know what amazing secrets are hidden in this pool of falling demons.

"Not good, Xiang Qingcheng!" Lu Xiaotian came to his senses, and even he almost fainted under the soul-stirring sound, not to mention Xiang Qingcheng, whose primordial spirit was weaker than himself.

Lu Xiaotian looked intently, and saw that there were dark clouds over Xiang Qingcheng's head, which were not really dark clouds, but the miasma floating from the Falling Demon Pool. In the darkness, there are countless invisible monsters that penetrate into Xiang Qingcheng's body to make trouble.

At this time, Xiang Qingcheng's white cloak had already flown tens of feet away, revealing that delicate and beautiful face, but in front of Lu Xiaotian, although he didn't know much, Xiang Qing's complexion was rather haughty, With a wan expression, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails went deep into his flesh, and drops of bright red blood dripped onto the black ice layer.

"It seems that although this Qingcheng is as cold as ice on the outside, he is a person with a story." Seeing two lines of tears sliding down Xiang Qingcheng's delicate face, Lu Xiaotian thought to himself, at least the other party is not as good as he seems on the surface. It is so glorious.

Aware of Lu Xiaotian's peeping, the monster in the miasma above Xiang Qingcheng's head bared its teeth and claws at Lu Xiaotian for a while to demonstrate. It seems to be warning Lu Xiaotian not to meddle in his own business.

"Nie Miasma!" Lu Xiaotian scolded coldly, pinching the formula with both hands. One after another Sanskrit sounds came out from Lu Xiaotian's throat, obscure but peaceful. It turned into a series of sound waves. Compared with the soul-dangling sound near the entire Falling Demon Pool, the soul-dangling sound is like a raging sea. It's just that Lu Xiaotian didn't want to compete with the soul-dancing sound from the entire Falling Demon Pool, he just wanted to rescue Xiang Qingcheng from the unfavorable state in front of him.

In Lu Xiaotian's hands, a series of mysterious Sanskrit seals formed, forming countless silver swastika seals of Buddhism and Taoism, gradually surrounding Xiang Qingcheng's body. Prevent the soul-shaking magic sound from further attacking Xiang Qingcheng. After a while, the swastika seals almost enveloped Xiang Qingcheng's several feet around him. The silver-gray Buddha's light shone everywhere, Lu Xiaotian's throat throbbed, and the sound of Sanskrit singing came into Xiang Qingcheng's ears.