Chapter 3430: The 7th Tone, the Infinite Pure Tone

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"This is Soul Sound." Xiao Yi frowned and stared.

The curling piano sound is also the curling soul sound at this moment.

But, this is not just the power of the soul.

He really didn't know about Wuji's octave, and he had never heard of it.

However, everything in the world can become martial arts.

This is the unique soul law of this world.

Different Martial Spirits have different strengths, and have different talent requirements for the Awakened.

In addition to talent, personality and many other factors are also included.

Wuji octave, such as the first flame dragon sound, seems to be able to generate dragon flames, but it is not the real flame dragon spirit.

The real Yanlong is as illusory as the Martial God, and no one knows it at all.

But there is no doubt that the real Yanlong is not only powerful, but also has many miraculous abilities.

First of all, it is not whether there really is a flame dragon martial arts. Even if there is, the first tone of this Wuji octave is far less than the flame dragon martial arts.

Yan Longyin, just rely on the sound of the piano, the sound of heaven and earth, to stimulate the dragon flames.

Then the second, third, fourth, and fifth sounds are the same. They seem to be one of the four clans in charge of heaven and earth, but in fact they are obviously only the power of the initial sound that the ancestors of the four clans of heaven and earth made when they were born.

Now the sixth note is the same.

It is not the real rain of martial arts, but the sound of the piano and the rain, which stimulates its power.

Therefore, it is not just the power of the soul.

If Xiao Yi wanted to break it, he couldn't rely solely on his soul method.

The sound of the piano around was constantly violent, but the breath did not reach its peak.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and stared.

hum…

Dongfang Tanran suddenly pressed his fingers, and the sound of the piano curled, instantly becoming a dense rain of heaven and earth.

Such a large courtyard,

Torrential rain.

Rain, pure and fresh.

Dongfang calmly pressed the string with one hand and waved with the other.

The rain around Xiao Yi suddenly changed mysteriously, turning into a blue stream.

"Tian Shui?" Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

Yes, in this heavy rain of Martial Dao, a piece of sky water power is derived at this moment.

This piece of sky water is now a vortex of its own.

Inside, the vitality is amazing, but at the same time the aura is abnormal.

Within the vortex, there was a terrifying strangulation aura.

At this moment, the rain of Soul Dao around him gradually changed drastically and became two strands.

It was obviously the same torrential rain, but the atmosphere in the two rains was clearly distinct again.

The rain of martial arts seemed to be divided into two halves.

Half, in pity and sadness, full of vitality; half, under the majesty of the sky, with an aura of destruction.

Xiao Yi frowned, his hand holding the sword clenched tightly, "The same soul path has gone out of two diametrically opposite extremes."

"The soul is destroyed and the ash is flying, but it is also a soul-derived machine, and both are at the extreme."

Xiao Yi was thoughtful.

The rain of martial arts is divided into two halves, opposite to each other, but not mutually exclusive, like one yin and one yang.

And between this left and right rain, it was exactly where Xiao Yi stood.

In front of him, it is like a glorious sky, shattering bones at any time; behind him, it seems to be radiant and full of vitality.

It seems that if you take a step forward, you will die; if you take a step back, you will live.

But Xiao Yi knew that what followed was the real power of this ancient sixth tone.

Dongfang lightly danced with his fingers, and the words came out slowly.

"The Wuji Eight Sounds are the sounds of the eight tremors of the earth that have appeared since the birth of the heavens and the earth."

"The birth and fall of each sound represents an earth-shaking change in the continent."

"The birth and fall of each sound also symbolizes birth and destruction."

"When the sixth note was born, it just marked the end of the endless years, but it also marked the beginning of the ancient years."

"When the sixth note disappears, the rain of martial arts stops, and the desolate land has become a land of vitality. The land is full of flowers and trees."

"The creatures have already prospered in this continent, and one by one clans have gradually emerged."

"Now." Dongfang looked straight at Xiao Yi indifferently, "Palace Master Xiao Yi is between the birth and cessation of the sixth note."

"Palace Master Xiao Yi, are you ready?"

"Any time." Xiao Yi said indifferently.

Dongfang lightly flicked his fingertips.

The celestial water stream that had been derived earlier poured into the middle of the rain of the two halves of the martial arts.

The two rains of martial arts, which were originally the ultimate in each other, but tended to stabilize, instantly seemed to be out of balance between yin and yang.

The water flow of Tianshui forms a vortex, and it absorbs the dense rainwater on both sides.

In a short period of time, the water vortex that day was a vortex of destruction.

Chong…

Xiao Yi held the purple electricity in his hand, and the sword body was trembling incessantly.

"What a terrible aura of destruction." Xiao Yi's expression changed.

That day, the water vortex sucked the rain of martial arts that gave birth to the extremes on both sides, and it was suddenly terrifying.

Dongfang's indifferent words came slowly, "There are no absolutes in so-called things."

"The ocean is called boundless, but this vortex of rain and water of my martial arts is enough to cover a vast ocean."

Xiao Yi clearly felt that the momentum, energy and vitality in his body were rapidly absorbed and dissipated.

Chong…

Xiao Yi's arm trembled, and the sound of the sword was wispy.

"Burning silence." Xiao Yi shouted violently, the fire-controlling beast in his body grinned, and behind him, a monstrous sea of ​​fire was burning and pouring rain.

"Ice Storm Eater."

In the body, the Ice Luan Sword shines brilliantly, and in front of him, the snow and ice plummet, and the rain of the glorious sky is all frozen.

His sword is not afraid of the sky or the Tao.

Both are extreme, extremely cold, and extremely hot.

Xiao Yi slashed out with a sword, pointing directly at the vortex of destruction of Tianshui.

As soon as the sword came out, the balance between extreme ice and extreme heat was also instantly broken.

"The fusion of ice and fire, my sword controls the world!"

bang...

The ice and fire melted together, forming a vortex of ice and fire in an instant.

boom…

The ice and fire vortex and the sky water vortex collided instantly.

The roaring sound instantly overwhelmed the sound of the piano.

The roar didn't last long.

Rain, sky water, frost, and flames all dissipated in this roar.

The whole world turned into a white steam.

hum…

The sound of the piano, at this time, Fang came again from a distance, rushing away the white air.

Chong…

Jian Yin, rising at the same time, split the white air.

In the white air that covered the sky and the earth, a channel was forcibly divided, half filled with the sound of the piano, and the other half filled with the sound of the sword.

At the two ends of the passage, the eyes of two young people suddenly looked at each other.

One is indifferent, the other is fierce.

Xiao Yi stood with his sword in hand, and he was completely unharmed.

Dongfang lightly pressed the qin with one hand, but the sixth string on the qin had stagnated, and there was a bloodstain on his palm, and the blood trickled.

Victory or defeat, known.

"You lost." Xiao Yi said indifferently, "And this is the sixth note."

Dongfang frowned slightly, and then chuckled, "Although it is an ancient soul sound, it is still a soul method. There is nothing to be ashamed of to lose to this generation."

Xiao Yi is the matter of this generation of soul emperors, and in the Eight Sects, it was no longer a secret.

Xiao Yi stared coldly, "You know?"

"In my judgment, you should be the one who doesn't hear the world's affairs. Of course, you won't be interested in my affairs."

Dongfang smiled lightly, "I just don't like stepping out of this courtyard, but I'm not hiding from the world."

"I can still hear the conversations of the clansmen in my Eastern Clan."

Dongfang was a little embarrassed, "Palace Master Xiao Yi also knows, and now you are like thunder in our eight sects, people in the eight sects, and there are many conversations."

Xiao Yi frowned slightly. He knew that Dongfang Indifferent meant more, that Xiao Yi, the guy who suddenly broke the "peace" of the Eight Sects for countless years, has naturally become an existence mentioned by many people and feared like a tiger.

In other words, it is true that there are many conversations, but more of it is swearing.

Xiao Yi nodded, "Go ahead."

Dongfang heard the words indifferently and exhaled slightly.

hum…

Fingers fall, the sound of the piano comes out instantly.

"This piano sound will be familiar to Hall Master Xiao Yi."

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