Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 90: Qinghong cuts music sound

"Nan Fengxiu? Rank 15?"

Among Yaozu, who would directly say that they are ranked 15th when introducing themselves?

Except for the direct disciple of the Demon King, there will be no other people, and no one else is worthy. Feng Xingmo raised his head and looked at this girl, with blood-red hair, mysterious cultivation base, and extremely arrogant demeanor, what could be wrong!

"Nan Fengxiu? Fengxiu? Feng?" Feng Xingmo said a word, the sweat on his forehead was like rain, "Is she the royal phoenix?"

The direct disciple of the Demon King, naturally does not belong to any tribe, and naturally has the right to give orders to any Demon Warrior, and is qualified to despise Feng Xingmo's incompetence and deprive him of command. Even if he is a genius born with a wolf breed, he can't break this rule, even the wolf king can't.

Feng Xingmo didn't know what to say for a long time.

"My lord, you..."

"Retreat to the end, don't let me see you again, from now on, all monster warriors will follow my command." Nan Fengxiu said in a deep voice, and waved his hand impatiently. Feng Xingmo is rude to her, she is qualified to kill Feng Xingmo directly, but now is not the time, and she doesn't like random blood, she thinks it is very dirty.

The Demon Race is a place with an extremely strict hierarchy. Since Nan Fengxiu is a direct disciple of the Demon King, she is naturally the leader, and no one will object, nor dare to oppose it.

I didn't see how Nan Fengxiu acted, and the huge shield that was waiting high appeared in front of her, grabbed the huge shield with one hand, and threw it to the front of the demon clan's queue with a wave of his hand.

The sound of the attack immediately took a lot less time, and it seemed that most of it was absorbed by this shield.

With the appearance of Nan Fengxiu on the Yaozu side, the interference on the cultivation world is getting bigger and bigger, and the pressure on the small sect is not decreasing but increasing.

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and a mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be caused. The one who disturbs the heart is also charming, the one who disturbs the heart is charming, and the one who controls the heart is down." At the end of the team in the cultivation world, A big monk with round head, big ears, kind eyebrows and good purpose, chanted a Buddha's words, then slowly walked to the lake with his eyes closed, his hands called, and a three-foot-high giant clock appeared in front of everyone.

The great monk used his fist as a hammer and lightly slammed it against the wall of the giant clock, and a long and long bell rang.

"The morning bell of the Six Buddha Temple!"

"Who is this monk? I moved the morning bell of the Six Buddha Temple!"

Even Shushan's disciples were shocked.

Looking at the great monk in front of the morning bell, Chen Qing carefully searched the memory in his mind, and then leaned into the ear of the young man in front and whispered, "The man who controls the morning bell is from Liufo Temple, it is the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. The governor of the pavilion, the enlightenment of the Dharma title, and the monk of the starry sky."

"Anonymous?" The teenager standing in the front of Shu Mountain repeated it expressionlessly, seeming to be a little surprised by this name.

"The enlightenment of the epiphany, the light of the mirror." Chen Qing explained softly, "With this morning bell, I believe that the music in the heart of the lake is not terrible. After all, it has been ringing in the Six Buddha Temple for thousands of years. It’s not a problem that the Sanskrit accents can be used to counteract the heart-controlling music."

Standing next to Hongdou, looking at the changes on the edge of Mingjing Lake, Ye Que nodded slightly, "It seems that these talents are the seeds of real seizures of artifacts, and they all carry great treasures!"

"First break the musical instrument in the pavilion. It is useless to resist the attack of the music." Hongdou is holding his oiled paper umbrella and seems to be going directly to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"Wait." Ye Que grabbed the red bean, "Don't worry, I don't think you need to do it."

Hongdou's arm was grabbed by Ye Que. Although she didn't use much force, her expression was a little abnormal in an instant. She wanted to get rid of Ye Que, but she didn't know why. The thought in her heart moved, but her arm didn't respond. Just let Ye Que grasp it.

Ye Que didn't notice Hongdou's expression at all. He just pointed in the direction of the Shushan disciple. "There is a shield from the Yaozu, and a morning bell from the Liufo Temple. As the leader of the right way, Shushan, naturally People who walk out of that mountain do not tend to be behind others, the most important thing is their face."

"If you lose your life, you don't want to lose face."

It seems to be to confirm Ye Que's words.

At this moment, a cyan long rainbow suddenly rose from the shore of Mingjing Lake.

This green rainbow started behind a young boy, first flew into the sky, sucking all the water vapor from the lake high into the Changhong, and then directly fell onto the small pavilion in the lake.

The cyan Changhong swept through several flashes of lightning and the turbulence that could tear the space, directly smashing the roof of the small pavilion, and 37 musical instruments flashed an extremely bright light in an instant.

The thirty-seven sound waves visible to the naked eye turned into thirty-seven kinds of weapons, which directly slashed towards the cyan Changhong.

A deafening roar sounded.

The water of the entire Mingjing Lake, centered on the center of the lake, rushes directly to the shore, and the center of the lake is exposed in front of everyone.

The roaring sound wave after wave, the height of the lake water surge began to increase, and the sight was obscured in the blink of an eye. But faintly I can see that with every roar, the cyan Changhong will smash the weapon of a musical instrument, and then the direction will not change, and it will still be straight towards the small pavilion in the lake.

After thirty-seven roars.

All the water in the lake disappeared. There was no dripping left in the entire Mingjing Lake, and the small pavilion in the center of the lake completely disappeared from everyone's field of vision, including the 37 musical instruments, even the fragments were invisible.

The breeze blows, and a drizzle of rain blows on his face.

In the light breeze and drizzle, the cyan Changhong turned back and fell directly behind the young man in the front of Shu Mountain~IndoMTL.com~ Everyone could see clearly at this time that the cyan Changhong turned out to be a sword. Luan's sword is hidden in the handle.

"Shushan Qingluan!"

"It turned out to be the Qingluan sword of Shushan! Is that boy the head of Shushan? Isn't the Qingluan sword only used by the head of Shushan?"

The cultivators who can walk here are not unknown people in the realm of cultivation. Aside from the cultivation level, there must be some vision, not to mention the third-order king sword of Shushan, which can almost be said to be. Everyone is well-known, but as long as a sword repairer, there is no one who does not know Qingluan.

Li Jianqi, who stood at the forefront of the adjudication department, had his eyes straightened, and his appearance was almost drooling. The little girl couldn't move when she saw Ye Que's spirit sword and stopped fighting. Seeing Qingluan, she almost fainted with excitement.

Nan Fengxiu, with blood-colored hair, also had a bright eye, and pointed towards Shushan, "Who is that person? Does anyone know?"

Seeing that all the monster warriors around him bowed their heads and looked afraid to speak, Nan Fengxiu stomped, "Let the idiot of the wind department come over."

Feng Xing Mo, who had just walked to the back, soon bit the bullet and ran back again, "My lord, what do you want?"

"What was that Changhong just now? Who is the man who controls Changhong?"

After all, she rarely walks in the world, and Nan Fengxiu really doesn't know much about the realm of cultivation.

Feng Xingmo naturally saw the battle just now. At this time, without thinking about it, he said, "Tell your lord, that Changhong is the Qingluan King sword of Shushan, and the person holding the sword is the big brother of the Shushan generation. , The first place in the star test last year, Jiang Liuyun."

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