Chapter 1281 Demon Sound Wave
"Arrogant human boy." The demon servant possessed by You Yue's demon canthus had a cold look in his eyes, but he did not speak anymore. He wanted to kill the silver-haired young man in front of him, but he couldn't. I have to admit that this kid is really extraordinary. He wakes up from this soul-shaking demonic sound no slower than these old monsters. It is obvious that this guy is only in the early stage of Yuan Ying, and his Yuan Shen is already comparable to these old monsters. .
If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe what Youyue Demon Cane was doing. Even if you want to take action against these two human races and want revenge, you must at least find an uninhabited land, otherwise there will be a big battle. Being taken advantage of by the Golden Armored Corpse King and other old monsters, You Yue Demon Jue would not do such stupid things.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Qingcheng’s murderous, cold, and confused eyes returned to clarity. Lu Xiaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his reaction was not slow. Xiang Qingcheng’s soul was stronger than he expected. If you can help me later, there should be no problem. If it were not for Xiang Qingcheng, Lu Xiaotian would have thought that he had a lot of tricks, but the old monsters he faced were all great demons and old demons with extraordinary strength and many years of experience. Lu Xiaotian didn't have much confidence. With the addition of Xiang Qingcheng, his confidence naturally increased a lot as his strength increased.
“Let’s go!” Xiang Qingcheng let out a long breath, as if he wanted to completely spit out the messy demon consciousness attack just now and Danghun Demonyin.
Lu Xiaotian nodded and saw that the Golden Armored Corpse King and his party continued to approach the Falling Demon Pond again, and the two of them followed suit.
At this time, the turtle, demon eagle, Youyue Demon Canthus, Fengxue Giant Demon Ape and Lu Xiaotian are not too far away from the Falling Demon Pond, but they can move at the same speed as ordinary people.
The closer you get to the Devil's Falling Pond, the screams of various demons on the mirror-smooth Demon Pond, and the strange laughter formed by the demonic sounds condense into substance, gradually transforming into circles of ripples towards the Spread around.
"The demonic voice appears! Why is there so much movement in the Devil's Pond this time?" At this time, even the two big demons, the Demon Eagle and the Gugui, couldn't help but change their expressions, and the Golden Armored Corpse King also had an uneasy expression. .
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and drew forward, and a sword-shaped light shield blocked the front, but the soul-shaking demonic sound only stagnated for a moment, and then passed through the sword-shaped light shield. Once the sound breaks out, ordinary fighting methods will have no effect at all. And within a radius of hundreds of miles, it was like a pool of water. This soul-stirring demonic sound was like the water in the pool, and everyone was like the fish in the pool. No matter what methods they used, they could not avoid the influence of the demonic sound. Unless you leave the area first. At this time, even if I want to leave, I'm afraid it won't be that easy.
The demonic sounds filled with all kinds of negative emotions swarm into people's minds, directly killing the soul, trying to affect the mood of the soul. There is no need to directly kill the monk's soul, as long as it affects the other party, the emotions* Desire, cruelty, bloodlust, and depravity. Every monk has some weaknesses more or less, that is, Nascent Soul monks, compared to those foundation building and even Qi monks, in the final analysis, they are just Yuanshen, with more powerful magic power. But it is not without flaws. It is just that after practicing for so many years, the Yuanying monks have experienced more human relationships, intrigues and intrigues. The mind is more determined and mature.
But this does not mean that there are no flaws to be found in the Yuanying monk. If you look at it from the perspective of the ancestor of the gods, the Yuanying monk is simply vulnerable, with flaws all over his body.
Lu Xiaotian thinks he is very powerful, but under the influence of this soul-stirring demonic sound, he is as charming as Dongfang Yi and Luo Ping'er. The faint but lingering past with Luo Qing, the result of meeting strangers. The bloody killings at the sea outside Danwang City. In addition, because he escaped from being chased by the Black Nightmare Ghost King, the entire Blood Lion City was massacred, and the entire Blood Lion City suffered no casualties. Even if it happened again, Lu Xiaotian would still make such a choice, which resulted in the tragic death of so many monks. Lu Xiaotian still felt to a certain extent. Somewhat regretful. This trace of guilt had been buried deep in Lu Xiaotian's heart, but now it was brought out again by the soul-shaking demonic sound.
With the departure of the old friend of Lingxiao Palace, junior sister Su Qing became the ghost clan's sorrow
One by one, one by one, like a fleeting glimpse, shuttled through Lu Xiaotian's mind. When Lu Xiaotian came to his senses from the complicated emotions of the past, he realized that he was already covered in cold sweat. Even the skirt of his clothes was wet.
"What a powerful soul-shaking demonic sound." At the last moment, Lu Xiaotian himself almost fell, but at this time, the Demon Suppressing Tower once again shone with Buddha's light, and bursts of gentle singing of Buddhism, Taoism and Sanskrit were exactly The incantation that Lu Xiaotian recited when he was refining the Demon Suppressing Tower. The sound of this Sanskrit chant was solemn and detailed, pulling Lu Xiaotian back from the edge of collapse.
After surviving the disaster, Lu Xiaotian couldn’t help but feel extremely lucky. He also became more and more wary of the power of Falling Demon Pond. No real strong demon has appeared yet, but the demonic sound alone is already so powerful. I really don’t know what amazing secrets are hidden in the Demonic Pond.
“No, Xiang Qingcheng!” Lu Xiaotian came to his senses, and even he was almost killed by this soul-shaking demonic sound, let alone Xiang Qingcheng whose soul was weaker than him.
Lu Xiaotian looked intently and saw dark clouds covering Xiang Qingcheng's head. They were not real dark clouds, but the demonic miasma drifting from the Devil's Pond. In the darkness, there were countless invisible monsters sneaking into Xiang Qingcheng's body to cause trouble.
At this time, Xiang Qingcheng's white cloak had flown dozens of feet away, revealing his exquisite and beautiful face. However, in front of Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Qingcheng, who didn't know much about him, but was quite arrogant, had a complex expression. With a gentle look on his face, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, and drops of bright red blood fell on the black ice.
"It seems that although Xiang Qingcheng is as cold as ice on the outside, he is a person with a story." Looking at Xiang Qingcheng's delicate face with two lines of tears falling down, Lu Xiaotian thought to himself, at least the other party does not As glorious as it appears on the surface.
Aware of Lu Xiaotian's prying eyes, the monster in the miasma above Xiang Qingcheng's head bared its teeth and claws to demonstrate at Lu Xiaotian. It seemed to be warning Lu Xiaotian not to meddle in other people's business.
"Mias!" Lu Xiaotian scolded coldly and pinched the magic formula with both hands. Sanskrit sounds came out from Lu Xiaotian's throat one after another, obscure but peaceful. It turned into sound waves. Compared with the soul-shaking demonic sound near the entire Falling Demon Pond, the soul-shaking demonic sound was like the roaring waves of an angry sea. It's just that Lu Xiaotian doesn't want to compete with the soul-shaking demonic sound emanating from the entire Falling Demon Pond, he just wants to rescue Xiang Qingcheng from the unfavorable situation in front of him.
A series of mysterious Sanskrit seals formed in Lu Xiaotian's hands, forming countless Buddhist and Taoist silver ten thousand-character seals, gradually surrounding Xiang Qingcheng's body. Prevent further attacks on Xiang Qingcheng by the soul-dwelling demonic sound. After a moment, a series of ten-thousand-character seals almost enveloped the space several feet around Xiang Qingcheng's body. The silver-gray Buddha light shone everywhere, Lu Xiaotian's throat was beating, and the sounds of Sanskrit chants reached Xiang Qingcheng's ears.
(End of this chapter)