Chapter 268: Bronze Drum Serial Kill (Part 2)

After a while, Mu Quanyang came to his senses. When he remembered the two terrifying little turtles in Wuluo, he smiled mockingly: Yes, just those two turtles will not be any bad, but he has been worrying too much.

Speaking of which, Wu Luo is young, people always look down on him habitually. If you really think about it, it would be no problem to break the leader just now based on the strength Wu Luo showed along the way, let alone the hidden strength.

Mu Quanyang couldn't help but look at Wu Luo, then looked at Zhu Qingjiang on the side, thinking in his mind that it seemed that among the nine heavenly gates, Lin Juefeng, Zheng Xinghun's sect had the advantage in strength, but this time he saw Wu Luo's real strength... Zhu Qingjiang hid so deeply. Wu Luo alone could be worth a heavenly gate!

The elder of Luofu Mountain was also the same thoughtful one. This time he came, he originally planned to walk around, but he was not prepared to gain anything. Now it seems that he has gained a lot. After returning, he should communicate with the head teacher. If Luofu Mountain can move forward to Zhu Qingjiang before Changbai Mountain, it will definitely be a favorable choice.

"Zheng!"

The Divine Sword Tianxing sounded dissatisfied, as if complaining, what kind of dragon is this? Even the power of the soul is not as good as that.

Wu Luo stroked the sword's edge and comforted it. Wu Qianshou behind him breathed a sigh of relief: "We are considered a disaster. We were hit by that bastard for a while. This killing is exhausting..."

Many of them were all killed. Although they were not seriously injured, they were a little scared after all, and they even hated the dead elder Jiuyishan even deeper.

Wu Luo suddenly raised his hand: "Silence!"

Everyone was suspicious, and Wu Luo pointed around: "Listen..."

Everyone couldn't hear anything, and they were a little confused. Only Xiang Kuangyan looked cautious: "This is the sound of the automatic fusion of spiritual literature. They are not talisman masters, so they can't hear it."

"Can spiritual literature be automatically integrated?" Lu Nianwu was surprised.

Xiang Kuangyan had a calm face and nodded, "I have only encountered two automatic spiritual text fusions in my life, and each time it was an escape from death. This is the third time."

Everyone was subconsciously approached by him, and someone said, "Mr. Xiang, why not use magical skills again to reveal the spiritual literature? At least we can know what we can do."

Xiang Kuangyan pondered for a while, but he never dared to take action.

Still Wu Luo said: "The spiritual literature is mysterious and unpredictable. Never make mistakes. If something happens, we will really die without a place to bury it."

Only then did everyone realize that Xiang Kuangyan was not Xuyan just now. Everyone looked at each other and their hearts were cold.

"Hiss—"

This time, everyone heard the strange voice, and Xiang Kuangyan immediately said: "Be careful, the spiritual and literary fusion has been completed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rich white mist around him dissipated inexplicably, and everyone's eyes became wide open. At this moment, a fierce sound of death and killing came, and everyone quickly moved the spiritual energy, which was already a critical moment!

A group of people appeared in the open space, led by Zheng Xinghu and Qiu Renhu, and there were two elders from Kongtong Mountain and Emei Mountain beside him, but Li Yundong was not seen.

The four of them were in a mess, their clothes were broken and covered with wounds. The two elders' faces were covered with blood. Zheng Xinghun and Qiu Renhu were not much better than them.

Golden dragon scales were flying all over the sky, and a huge golden dragon swam in it. Its tail was pulled down from time to time, making the four people dizzy.

The sound of fighting came from the four of them.

The clouds dissipated, and the golden dragon seemed to be summoned. With a whistling sound, the dragon scales like rainstorms were retracted back into the white fog, and disappeared.

The four of them survived in a desperate situation, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

It took a while before I saw Wu Luo and others.

"You guys are here too..." Qiu Renhu asked weakly, and Wu Qianshou said angrily: "If it weren't for you, we would still be safe and stable."

Qiu Renhu heard his bad tone: "Isn't it safe now?"

No one answered, and Zheng Xinghun finally realized something was wrong: "How could those things automatically retreat? Unless..."

Zhu Qingjiang said coldly: "Unless there is a stronger existence!"

The four of them shivered, especially the two elders of Kongtong Mountain and Emei Mountain. Zheng Xinghun and Qiu Renhu might have some reservations. They were really at the end of their strength. They didn't care about their faces at the moment, and they rolled and crawled to Wu Luo. Although they couldn't squeeze into the circle of everyone, they followed the side tightly and refused to leave no matter what.

Qiu Renhu and Zheng Xinghun looked at each other. They just now had one move, so they were not so urgent, and they stood aside with a reserved attitude.

After the white mist dissipated, a dead silence followed. The white mist was three thousand feet away from everyone, and a large open space was empty around them.

Wu Luo vaguely felt something, and looked up. There were three thousand feet above his head, covered with white fog, and he couldn't see through it. In fact, they were still surrounded by white fog.

"Gulong, Gulong, Gulong..."

A strange sound came, and the sound was not loud, but everyone felt very uncomfortable when they heard it. Mu Quanyang asked in confusion: "Every time I sounded, my heart would be beating violently. Am I the only one who felt this?"

Everyone's faces looked ugly, obviously everyone was the same.

Zhu Qingjiang shook his head solemnly: "It's not just that simple. Without a sound, he pulled the Yuanhun and trembled. You can feel it carefully."

"Gulong, Gulong..."

Everyone felt it carefully, and it was true, and the sound seemed to be getting closer and closer, and the feeling of everyone became clearer and clearer.

"What's the sound?" Lu Nianwu was also a little shocked.

At this moment, the white mist three thousand feet away was torn apart like a piece of cloth, and a huge bronze drum rolled out.

"Gu Long!"

Among the crowd, the few elders with the shallowest cultivation were already so sad that they were about to vomit blood.

Behind the bronze drum, it looked empty, but the bronze drum was clearly pushed by something. Every time it was pushed, the bronze drum would move, and when it rolled, it would make a "gurgling" sound, which made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

This feeling is not pain, not that direct. If it must be described, it can be regarded as "pilgrimage" and "palpitations", and it is difficult to express clearly.

The damage to the Yuanhun is even more difficult to measure.

Xiang Kuangyan took a step forward, his palm shook, a light film rippled, and a rippling rippled behind the bronze drum, something was revealed.

Everyone was shocked to see it. It turned out that behind the bronze drum was a human-shaped monster composed of spiritual literature! There was no facial features, only one person, and it was pushing the bronze drum hard.

"Gulong, Gulong, Gulong..."

The heart-pounding drum sound, coupled with this weird scene, makes people feel creepy.

The "spiritual literati" stopped when he pushed the bronze drum two thousand feet in front of everyone. Then, the white mist around him cracked and nine golden dragons flew out of it.

The Golden Dragon and the others had seen it before, and it was the kind that forced Zheng Xinghun and the other four to be embarrassed.

The golden dragon fell high, and eight golden dragons formed a drum stand in front of the bronze drum, while the last golden dragon was still hovering over the sky.

Ling Wenren exerted force with both hands and placed the bronze drum on the drum stand with great difficulty.

Zheng Xinghun was smart and roared: "Go ahead, just take action before he is ready!"

He raised his hand, and the long sword turned into a six-metal giant beast fell from the sky and slashed at the Lingwen. The Lingwen had no facial features on his face, but it had a strange but expression. The Lingwen on the "face" twisted, making people feel that he was sneering!

This is a very strange feeling. Just think about what it feels like to sneer at you without a face.

Even Zheng Xinghun's heart trembled, but the arrow had to be fired on the string. Six giant swords attacked in the air, and the momentum was striking!

"boom!"

The long sword waves swept through, as if they were about to disperse the thick fog around them.

However, when he arrived at the side of the spiritual literati, he easily passed through it. Even the bronze drum and the golden dragon passed through it, and he could not find the target of attack.

After the long sword, the bronze drum, the golden dragon, and the spiritual literati were intact.

"ah?"

Zheng Xinghun was shocked: "What kind of monster is it!"

Qiu Renhu didn't give up. He stepped forward and closed his hands. A silver light from his eyebrows splashed out. The white tiger's soul roared and rushed out, turning into a giant beast with a body of sixty feet long, and pounced towards the Lingwen with his teeth and claws.

The Lingwenren seemed to have not seen it. This time, there was no sarcastic expression on his face.

The White Tiger's soul was also furious. He felt that his dignity had been offended, so he went forward and pressed it with his claw. The huge claws passed through the body of Lingwenren without causing any harm. It seemed that Lingwenren was just a shadow, all of which were a shadow.

But the rumbling sound of the rolling bronze drum really existed!

"This, this..." Qiu Renhu was speechless.

Fortunately, the two of them were determined to be honest and quickly recovered. They realized that something was wrong and quickly retreated to everyone, looking a little panicked: "The situation is not good, please be careful."

Everyone saw the "war record" of the two just now, so they didn't need to remind them at all.

Lingwenren tried his best to finally push the bronze drum onto the drum stand, looking very happy. He waved his hands and wrote a few times, pointed to the sky, and finally the golden dragon fell down and turned into a drumstick.

Lingwen was stepping on a strange set of Yu steps under his feet, as if the dance of an ancient priest. Then, when everyone thought it was the most impossible, a drum stick suddenly appeared.

"Dong!"

A clear sound wave spread out from the bronze drum, and the ring of the sound wave became larger and larger, and the continuous sound waves spread out from the bronze drum, increasing in circles, quickly covering the entire open space.

Everyone was caught off guard. Zheng Xinghun and the other four were outside the circle. The two elders of Kongtong Mountain and Emei Mountain retreated five steps in a row, sat on the ground, covering their hearts and breathing continuously, and their faces were pale. Zheng Xinghun and Qiu Renhu hurriedly used their defensive magic weapons, and the two magic weapons were shattered without any suspense in the sound wave. The two took half a step back, but they forced themselves to stabilize their bodies, but it was not easy to move from their faces.

Wu Luo and others also fell and fell, but they joined forces to defend, and the situation was much better, and they finally did not disperse.
Chapter completed!