Chapter 160 The Nine Yin Lord

"Who activated the self-defense sacred object of the Holy Son?"

A sound like thunder in the sky exploded.

Zhang Xuezhou felt his head was stunned by the sound, and stars appeared in front of him.

He finally understood why the emperor of the Eroschuan Holy Land could still make a huge sound in the lake.

Without the barrier of the lake, the opponent's volume will obviously be even more terrifying, and it will even turn into a weapon.

The huge sound wave exploded, and the impact of the sound waves was like a storm sweeping.

Dong Zhongshu was about to rush out with a mouthful of blood. He blushed and forced the wind technique to be removed, and bursts of blue light appeared on his body.

The Deer Li Demon King released a peerless ferocious object. Dong Zhongshu had watched the red snake body, and the thoughts in his mind automatically emerged, and he immediately determined that he was a grasshopper who could be slapped to death in front of the other side.

The waves of primordial lights constantly eliminated his inner fear, and also made him use a shield to block the sweeping sound waves.

Sima Xiangru's piano sound seemed extremely small in this way.

"It's good if you're not blind!"

But Sima Xiangru is lucky today, and there is a top figure showing up at this time.

Emperor Jing's voice was a bit ridiculous, and I don't know whether he was speaking to the old monk or the huge monster in the sky.

"Even if you are blind, your appearance will not be much worse, and you will not be disliked by Mrs. Zun!" Dong Zhongshu comforted.

The Zun, who was staring coldly from the sky, opened his mouth open, and a flame that was so hot that it turned white continued to condense in his mouth.

This made Sima Xiangru's ability extremely embarrassing.

"Don't worry, our situation should be temporary!"

"I think it's better not to be blind!"

Without the ability to travel through space in an instant, Emperor Jing's manifest body would inevitably be destroyed by him.

"Your archery skills are far inferior to Li Guang, and you don't have the arrows of shock. How can you kill me to show your Dharma body!"

The Ten Yin Holy Son can summon the Lord to save his life. How can he be qualified to summon the Lord to his character like him?

This not only saves Kong Ning, but also makes the Western scholar who owe him a favor, but he can also teach Emperor Jing a lesson and beat the other party well.

Sima Xiangru narrowed his eyes that could not see the world clearly. In the sound of the piano, his magic power continued to accumulate and strengthen, and even Dong Zhongshu felt shocked.

A colorful feather cut into two pieces floated down and then disappeared quickly.

Even the opponent he was targeting had been seriously injured and could not move.

Sima Xiangru's piano skills are obviously outstanding. As long as he can play it in front of his opponent, it is not a problem for Sima Xiangru to fight one level higher than one level, and it is possible even to go up two levels higher than two level.

If Dong Zhongshu and Sima Xiangru were not as good as Sima Xiangru, and had a bad career in their career at the same time, the two of them appreciate each other and thus know each other, Dong Zhongshu would never have hired someone like Sima Xiangru when working.

In the pleasant sound, he saw the constantly cultivated body in a trance.

The Demon King Lu Li used holy objects to be overpowered, but the emperor was very satisfied with this act of overpowering.

Zhang Qian asked in a trembling voice.

The black and white conversion is too fast, making it difficult for the eyes to adapt.

The Ten Yin Holy Son can find countless shortcomings.

As Sima Xiangru stretched out his hand, the complete piano music floated out.

Dong Zhongshu bent his ring finger down and counted to enter the last breath.

He was locked by his eyes, and no matter how hard Emperor Jing could run, he could not avoid his breath.

All he needs is a physical body, a physical body that allows him to live.

He wiped the nosebleed from the sound waves, and his heart was filled with regret.

Until now, he knew what the Holy Son was defending himself.

Dong Zhongshu stretched out his fingers, and his fingers bent one by one.

Zhang Xuezhou's heart moved.

His eyes were tightly locked at Emperor Jing who was running away from below as fast as the wind.

"Are we blind?"

But no head-on opponent can allow Sima Xiangru to slowly use the piano technique completely.

The chance of meeting Emperor Jing was too low, and the emperor didn't want to go to a dangerous place like Chang'an City.

This is the countdown to Sima Xiangru's piano technique.

"Emperor Jing? Liu Qi?"

The huge demon body of the human-faced snake god in the sky shook his head and watched the tiny figure below.

Dong Zhongshu took a deep breath. He felt that Sima Xiangru really needed to practice more skills in the future, otherwise he would definitely be unwilling to accept it when he was beaten to death.

"How can you be sure?" Zhang Qian asked in a low voice.

The Lord shook his huge body, and one of the eyes of others was closed.

If he spoke a little slower, the Deer Antler Demon King felt that he could not speak anymore.

When the thoughts floated in his mind, the flames in his mouth were about to spray down, he felt a wonderful note passing by in his ears.

This does show that their current state is temporary.

By the time the opponent made efforts, the battle was over.

But in an instant, the world turned dazzling white again.

"It's a pity that the casting time has been too long, and it's not as good as a spell that can be hidden behind the scenes!"

Sima Xiangru's dream of beating all heroes was not realized, but it happened from time to time.

His current state also gave him a good reason to take action.

There are few demons who like the Ten Yin Holy Son, but the emperor doesn't mind.

A few dozen meters away, a sound of explosion sounded, and another muffled groan from the Lord.

The battle situation on the battlefield changed a lot, and I couldn't wait for him to play the piano for so long.

With the moment when the Lord showed his body, his black short sword had pierced the old monk's neck.

He wiped his eyes hard, and his eyes could still see the light, but Zhang Xuezhou could only see the light.

The voice of Emperor Jing echoed in the air.

"It's just a body that reveals the Dharma!"

"My Lord, I enabled it!"

Even with the death of the Ten Yin Holy Son, many demons in the Holy Land breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xuezhou widened his eyes, feeling that he could not see anything in front of him.

Sima Xiangru played the piano with his right hand and touched his handsome face with his left hand, feeling relieved.

In Jiaoweiqin, the sound of the piano is like a spell, playing every syllable played by Sima Xiang in the past.

"I am here, do you still want to be invisible?"

No wonder the Golden Toad Dharma King repeatedly showed a painful look, but he exchanged this treasure for him.

"It was Kong Ning who asked me to help me, so I used the holy object." The Demon King Lu Li shouted: "Kong Ning even shouted out her father, but that Emperor Jing's body of Dharma is too powerful and he can't save his life at all!"

The voices of Zunshang and Emperor Jing came from each other.

"I think what you said makes sense!"

His current class of overcoming power is too high, and he is already enough to kill him on the spot.

His voice was floating and it was difficult to tell where the person was. It was obvious that he did not show his body without the words of the emperor.

"The Lord of Nine Yin is a good method!"

"Don't forget that His Highness the Crown Prince is also in the convoy. If His Highness the Crown Prince is also blinded, wouldn't His Majesty be desperate?" Zhang Xuezhou guessed.

In just a moment, many people felt that their eyes were dark, and they could not see their fingers. The surroundings were so dark that there was no trace of light.

Whether it is the suppression of piano skills or the verses, Sima Xiangru's methods all require a long casting time, or require time and financial resources to produce.

A voice also sounded in his heart.

Sima Xiangru replied dryly.

No one can respond to his question.

The time has lasted until now, and he has been playing the piano for 280 breaths.

Zhang Qian thought for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement with Zhang Xuezhou's guess.

five!
To be continued...