Battle Through the Heavens Chapter 111: The turn of life and death (1)

Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (1)

While outsiders were extremely worried about Xiao Yan entering the third floor of the Questioning Hall, Xiao Yan already opened the door of the third floor.

Into the eyes, it is still an Darkness.

Thanks to Xiao Yan's intuition, the third floor of the Temple of Mind is much smaller than second level, because even in the era when the first six 7-Star Dou Di were all over the land in the ancient catastrophe, the number of Dou Di standing on the top of the tower was not too much. Heaven and Earth The rules of meditation. Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place where weight is not heavy, and it is also a place of high and low.

Take a few deep breaths, gradually alleviate the heart of “怦怦” beating, with a twinkling of eyes, with the light of Tian Huo, Xiao Yan looks at the bright soul marks that are suspended in the distance, and strives to find And judged he thought it was relatively weak. After all, this is the third floor where the ancestor has repeatedly told him not to enter. The soul mark is left by those Expert on the spire. With his current strength, he must be extremely careful.

Soon, he locked a soul mark.

This soul mark is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.

It looks like Qin Feiqin, with nebulae lingering on it. Moreover, the other soul imprints are as bright as stars. Only it is constantly changing between light and dark, it seems that it is fierce due to changes in mood.

It stands to reason that Xiao Yan has no reason to choose such a soul imprint that looks extremely unstable and may be violent at any time, but Xiao Yan itself cannot say why, and intuitively feel that this soul imprint is the most secure.

Intuition is a very mysterious thing. You ca n’t know the way, especially when you are confused.

But after all, it is a matter of life. Xiao Yan has to be careful and careful. Depressed, he cautiously walked up slowly.

However, dozens of soul imprints floating in the mid-air of the hall, all of them flashing light to varying degrees, the darker flashes more frequently, and the flashes are smoother and brighter. There is no dark and flashing at all. .

Xiao Yan is full of bitterness, swallowing saliva, thinking that this is more difficult than the five million sports lottery tickets on the earth before crossing, after all, that is just for money, but this is terrible.

How can this be good? One wrong step is YinYang, which is not a joke.

Xiao Yan is contemplative, pacing in the hall at will, and the sound of footsteps is particularly clear and depressed in this empty space.

Gently rubbing his hands, Xiao Yan stopped and exhaled slightly, watching the heat turn into smoky smoke under the burning of Tian Huo. The corner of his mouth jumped slightly, and there was a sudden flash of light in the depths of his pupils. No surprise.

It turned out that, inadvertently, he turned back to the flickering soul mark.

"It seems to be related to it today, it is it." Xiao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, bit his teeth, and decided to take a chance.

Concentrate your breath, Xiao Yan will not hesitate anymore, the power of soul will wrap this soul mark in a thunder.

Chapter 111: The Turn of Life and Death (2)

Different from the soul mark absorbed by second level in Wenxindian, Xiao Yan only feels a flower in front of it, then the soul mark already is missing, and there is nothing in the sea to sense the entry.

"What's going on? It's gone?"

Xiao Yan is a little stunned, a little dumbfounded, and can't help but the hairs are upright, and a layer of goosebumps is rising on the body.

Just when Xiao Yan looked around and couldn't see him, there was a stringy sound in his head. The eerie voice seemed to penetrate soul, and Xiao Yan appeared. His soul was inexplicably deep in the sea. Suddenly a guzheng was added.

The texture of this zheng is white jade without any flaws. It looks like a dragon and a river, has a streamlined feel. There are eighteen strings on the string. The strings are different. The essence of eighteen kinds of ancient beast, such as silk and silk, are rare rare treasure in the world. Although they are transfigured by the power of soul, they are really difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Anyone who encounters such an unexpected thing will feel creepy. Xiao Yan is no exception. The cold sweat on his back exuded. Is this the unpredictable realm above Emperor Realm? Xiao Yan swallowed a spit of saliva, stared at the zither who knew the sea, and did not dare to act lightly.

Guzheng has spirits, and slowly rises in the depths of the sea. The eighteen strings do not play and sing, and the sound of the zheng suddenly becomes tragic and desolate.

Zheng sound seems to have a kind of magic power, and it is fast and Xiao Yan's sea and ocean waves are perfectly integrated. The sound rises and the waves rise, the sound falls and the waves recede, penetrating into every pore of Xiao Yan, driving the emotional layers of Xiao Yan Over and over.

Smelling the zither, the Xiao Yan gradually sinks into the mood of the tune and cannot extricate himself. He seems to see a splendid scene of the golden iron horse on the ancient battlefield.

Until the end of the song, Xiao Yan was awake from the sound of the zither, thinking that his mind had just been unknowingly led by the zither, and was really frightened. I could n’t help but worry, and hurriedly concentrated, trying to mobilize soul To resist.

But soon, Xiao Yan appeared sadly. In front of this guzheng, he completely lost control of the power of his soul, and even every move in the sea was out of his control. He was like a Like ，, the only thing left is the clearness in the mind. The body and mind of Xiao Yan suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley from the nine days of the Milky Way, with helplessness and frustration on his face.

Guzheng seems to be venting the dull feeling of waiting for the acquaintance in the long years. Xiao Yan is ignored and no questions are asked. It just produces a wonderful burst of string sounds. The tune does not care whether it is slow or slow. Fast, regardless of the joy and sorrow of the tune, not to mention pursuing the elegant and delicate, delicate and beautiful style, just play with it, and fully display the artistic conception that only the realm above Emperor Realm can fully display.

Xiao Yan bears all of this silently. Gradually, from the beginning of helplessness to the beginning, slowly appreciates the beauty of this rhythm. All the pores on his body are as comfortable as eating ginseng fruit, staying in the heart. Dian second level's exhausted body and mind has been washed away layer by layer for three months. The pleasant and unpleasant pleasure is irresistibly stirred in the sea of ​​consciousness. It is hazy, misty and real, and even the power of soul has a burst of activity.

"cultivation that can enhance the power of soul by listening to Guzheng?" I was keenly aware of the power of soul, Xiao Yan came from my heart, and I couldn't help secretly whispering in my heart.

But, for a moment, Xiao Yan, who was always sane, immediately suppressed his excited thoughts, and laughed at the corner of his mouth: "How is that possible? It is simply a delusion! Listening to the music can make progress, isn't it just every day? Soaked in the kiosk, the wind and the moon can make cultivation a thousand miles away? "

"It must be the illusion that my nerves are tight." Xiao Yan shook his mouth, shaking his head ridiculously.

Xiao Yan has no idea at all. He shook his head and not only missed a huge opportunity, but also put himself in great danger.