Master of Unlimited Luck

The next moment, the ancient tree let out a terrible scream, the flames were burning, visible to the naked eye, inside the tree, there seemed to be a human-shaped foreign object struggling desperately and wailing, waiting for the flame to burn the tree, this The flame still showed no signs of extinguishing, and the soul was burned by the flames, painful, but there was no sign of death.

It seemed that it was going to keep burning.

Liu Hongti's eyes lit up inexplicably, and the look in Su Jing's eyes was quite a bit puzzled.

This flame is unparalleled, and it also contains the breath of the Divine Phoenix Holy Flame of the young master of his own family. Their little husband and wife are one and the same. They may have tossed out a way to transfer the Divine Phoenix Holy Flame to others, but how does the flame feel a little familiar?

She turned to look at Murong Ziying next to her.

At this time, Fang Xinmeng was relieved, and his face was already showing the rest of his life.

Listening to that Yin Jiu tone, if you are touched by this tree, you will be forcibly dragged into it if you can't say that your soul is at that time, and then stay in this broken world forever.

Just now she instinctively used the ripple power to spur the Tianlong Ba Yin, and she did not expect that this voice was even more offensive than Fo Guang, delaying his attack...Otherwise, no matter how strong she is, this is silent, and there is no murderous fluctuation. Who resisted the attack?

She turned her head to look at Su Jing, and respectfully said, "Thank you Sect Master Su for your life-saving grace!"

"You're welcome."

Everyone was surprised to discover that Su Jing's flames could cause harm to the soul.

In this way...

"If you stay here for a long time, it will be very dangerous."

Su Jing also noticed something was wrong this time.

He took a deep look at Yin Jiu again, gave him a look, and when he was alone later, he gave me an explanation.

He said: "Miss Fang, it seems that your voice attack has a miraculous effect on these living dead!"

"Let me try!"

Fang Xinmeng took off the Yaoqin behind him.

Sit down and concentrate.

When he plucked the strings, a melodious sound of the piano was heard, and everyone felt it was very pleasing, and there was no sense of discomfort.

But the living dead, who were struggling to crawl towards this side even though their bodies were cut off, seemed like magic sounds, the original extremely fast speed instantly slowed down, one by one desperately struggling in place, howling in pain... The damage to them by this sound attack was unexpectedly great!

Even not far from everyone's side, the broken bridge that could be stepped on was desperately twisted.

Even the bridge is attached to the soul!

If you didn’t know anything just now and stepped on it accidentally...

This place is really dangerous!

Zen Kong said clearly: "The poor monk understands that these living dead human bodies are not in harmony with their souls, and the sound attacks the gods, which makes them unbearable."

He said sternly: "Miss Fang, there are many crises here. It seems that you have to bother you to play the piano all the way, otherwise even if our cultivation base is ten times stronger, I am afraid it will be difficult to move!"

Fang Xinmeng nodded softly when he heard this.

Zenkong is right...

Everyone is powerful, and they are not afraid of any powerful enemy, but this kind of soul level contest, even if it is only one in ten thousand possible, they dare not take this risk.

Chapter 1708 Don't Hold Back Your Legs?

It’s not impossible to walk and play while holding the piano with one hand...

But he had to recognize the rugged road under his feet and instill his own skills into Yaoqin.

The Yaoqin that Fang Xinmeng bears is an older lyre, which is more difficult than the nine-stringed lyre. Because of this, although she can move with ease, but if she is honest, she will follow the same steps, and At the same time, it does not affect the playing, which is quite difficult.

Everyone directly chopped down an old tree and chopped it into a simple open-air sedan chair, and let Fang Xinmeng sit on it.

Zhou Tiantai and Xing Buruo lifted it up one after another, while Fang Xinmeng sat on it and played the piano leisurely.

The others followed, looking like a wedding party.

And where the melodious piano sounds...

Those living dead who sensed the vitality of life and desperately tried to crawl out of the ground wailed in incomparable pain. The number of these living dead was so dense that it far exceeded all of their imagination.

Even at the side of everyone, those dead objects that had no sound at all.

Most things such as rocks and trees also made waves of miserable howls. If Fang Xinmeng’s piano sound is not the nemesis of these dead objects, it is impossible to say that these things are absolutely impossible to guard against... even if everyone is present. All are the pride of the sky, strong, but if one is not careful, I am afraid that they will have to be trapped in it.

Facing such weird place.

Everyone was on guard, but Su Jing looked indifferent...

There is even free time to joke with Fang Xinmeng, "The future lord of the Jianzong and the young master of the immortal gate will carry the sedan chair for you, and the future Zen master of the Brahma Temple and the backbone disciples of the sect will make you proud, Miss Fang, I am afraid that Yuyinmen has never had such a glorious moment? In the future, if you have to comment on a martial arts leader in the Dagan Dynasty, I am afraid that no one will dare to fight with you. Who said that there is half a dissatisfaction, you only need to say you are I was just a bearer in front of me, but do you still remember the things that accompanied me on the sedan chair in the past? As soon as this is said, no matter how you have a face, I am afraid that you will have to hide your face and flee. "

The words came out.

Fang Xinmeng couldn't help smiling at once, and even the sound of his piano couldn't help making a mess.

An ancient tree that was deliberately avoided, which was twisting from crazily pain, suddenly got a gap, and stabbed Su Jing and the others without letting it happen.

Everyone was shocked.

Fortunately, Fang Xinmeng instantly regained control, and the sound of the piano returned to the right path, and even the chaotic infuriating energy from the previous chaos was also set out.

The broken tree was disturbed by the sound again, and it was painfully distorted...

Everyone looked at Su Jing with a bit of blame in their eyes.

At these dangerous moments, it doesn't matter if you don't help guard... it's even dragging you back.

And there are two forks in the road.

One left and one right, leading to two different directions.

One to the outside, one to Mianchi...

Everyone stopped.

Facing such strange places, Zen Kong didn't dare to call the shots rashly, and asked sternly, "Where are we going next?"

Yin Jiu said indifferently: "Don't look at me. Although I am the nephew of Master Yun, I am here for the first time. I am not familiar with the environment here... Even if you ask me, I can't answer. There is a reason, but it looks like this is the ancient battlefield thousands of years ago."

With that, he raised his hand.

There are countless trees floating in the sky, and the residue left after the clothes were burned to the end, floating in the air like black flocks.