Just when everyone outside was very worried about Xiao Yan entering the third floor of the Palace of Inquiry, Xiao Yan had already pushed open the door of the third floor.

It was still dark when I saw it.

Based on Xiao Yan's intuition, the third floor of the Wenxin Palace is much smaller than the second floor, because even in the era when six or seven stars Doudi were all over the ground before the ancient catastrophe, there would not be too many Doudi standing at the top of the tower. This is the rule between heaven and earth. Just like the top of the pyramid, it is a place that emphasizes quality but not weight, and is also a place where there are high and low.

Taking a few deep breaths, gradually calmed down his heart, which was beating. With the help of the light of the sky fire, Xiao Yan looked at the soul marks that were as bright as stars floating in the distance, and tried to find and judge what he thought was relatively weak. After all, this is the third floor that the master repeatedly told him not to enter. The soul marks were left by the strong men on the top of the tower. With his current strength, he must be extremely careful.

Soon, he locked in a soul mark.

This soul mark is neither the brightest nor the darkest, but it is the most special one.

It is shaped like a piano but not a piano, and there are circles of nebula lingering on it, and there are subtle vocal music coming out faintly. Moreover, other soul marks are as bright as stars, but they are constantly changing between light and dark, as if they are violently ups and downs due to changes in emotions.

Logically speaking, Xiao Yan has no reason to choose such a soul mark that looks extremely unstable and may be violent at any time, but Xiao Yan himself couldn't explain why. He intuition felt that this soul mark was the most confident.

Intuition is a very mysterious thing, and it is hard to explain, especially when you are confused.

But this was a life-related choice after all, so Xiao Yan had to be careful and careful. He suppressed his heart and walked slowly with caution.

However, dozens of soul marks floated in the air of the hall, and they all flashed to varying degrees. The darker ones flashed frequently, the light flashed slightly and the light was dazzling, and there was no dark and smooth at all.

Xiao Yan's heart was full of bitterness and swallowed his saliva, thinking that this was much more difficult than winning the five million sports lottery on the earth before traveling through time. After all, that one was just a money-making one, but this one was deadly.

What should I do? One wrong choice is to separate yin and yang forever, and it is not a joke.

Xiao Yan was thinking, walking casually in the hall. The sound of footsteps seemed particularly clear and depressing in this empty space.

After rubbing his hands gently, Xiao Yan stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the heat turned into smoke under the burning of the sky fire, the corners of his mouth leaped slightly, and a trace of indescribable surprise suddenly flashed deep in his pupils.

It turned out that inadvertently, he turned back to the flashing and dark piano-shaped soul mark.

"It seems that I have a good relationship with it today, it's it." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, and decided to take advantage of his luck.

Concentrating his mind and regulating his breathing, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, and the soul power wrapped the soul mark in with thunder.

Chapter 111 The Turning Point between Life and Death (2)

Unlike the soul mark absorbed on the second floor of the Palace of Inquiry, Xiao Yan felt a flash in front of him. The soul mark was gone, and no one could sense anything entering the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's going on? It's gone?"

Xiao Yan was a little stunned and a little dumbfounded. His hair stood up and his body suddenly became goose bumps.

Just as Xiao Yan looked around and couldn't find a trace, a sudden sound of strings sounded in his mind, and the sad and distraught sound seemed to penetrate his soul. Only then did Xiao Yan suddenly realize that a guzheng suddenly appeared in the depths of his soul's sea of ​​consciousness.

The texture of this zither is white jade without any flaws throughout the body. It is shaped like a dragon flying in the water. It is very streamlined. There are eighteen strings on it. The strings are all different. From top to bottom, they are the essence of the eighteen ancient beasts, including dream dragon tendons, ghost tiger lines, and sky silk. They are all rare treasures in the world. Although they are transformed from the power of the soul, they are so real that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Anyone who encounters such a sudden thing will feel creepy, and Xiao Yan is no exception. The cold sweat on his back seeps out. Could this be the unfathomable realm of the emperor's realm? Xiao Yan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, staring at the Guzheng in the sea of ​​consciousness, and did not dare to act rashly.

The guzheng has a spirit, and it slowly rises deep in the sea of ​​self-consciousness. Eighteen strings are not played, and the sound of the zither suddenly becomes tragic and desolate, sometimes high and rapid, with lingering sounds surround the beams; sometimes it is sonorous and powerful, with ups and downs.

The sound of the zither seemed to have a magical power, and it quickly merged with Xiao Yan's waves in the sea of ​​consciousness. The sound rose and the waves rose, and the sound fell and the waves retreated, penetrated into every pore of Xiao Yan, driving Xiao Yan's emotions into layers.

Hearing the sound of the zither, Xiao Yan gradually sank into the artistic conception of the song, unable to extricate himself. He seemed to see heroic scenes of golden swords and iron horses on the ancient battlefield.

It was not until the end of the song that Xiao Yan woke up from the sound of the zither. He was shocked to think that his mind was unknowingly attracted by the sound of the zither just now. He couldn't help but feel scared and hurriedly concentrated his energy to mobilize the power of his soul to resist.

But soon, Xiao Yan found sadly that in front of this Guzheng, he had completely lost control of his soul power, and even every move in the sea of ​​consciousness was not controlled by him. He was like a puppet, and the only thing left was the brilliance in his mind. Xiao Yan's body and mind suddenly fell from the Nine Heavens Milky Way to the bottom of the valley, with helplessness and depression written on his face.

The Guzheng seemed to be trying to vent the dull feelings of waiting for the soulmate in the long years. She ignored Xiao Yan and asked no questions. She only made a wave of wonderful string sounds on her own. The tune did not care whether it was slow or fast, nor did it care about the joy and sorrow of the song, nor did she focus on pursuing the elegant and delicate style of the style. She just played it with pleasure, showing the artistic conception that only the state above the emperor can fully display.

Xiao Yan endured all this silently. Gradually, from the helplessness at the beginning to the later stage, he slowly experienced the beauty of this rhythm. All the pores on his body were as comfortable as eating ginseng fruit. The fatigue of staying on the second floor of the Wenxin Hall for three months was washed layer by layer. The comfortable and comfortable pleasure was unstoppable in the sea of ​​consciousness. It seemed hazy and ethereal and real and touchable, and even the power of the soul was active in a trance.

"Can you hear the Guzheng improve the cultivation of soul power?" Xiao Yan felt the activity of soul power keenly, and couldn't help but cry in his heart.

But in just a moment, Xiao Yan, who had always been rational, immediately suppressed his excited thought and smiled mockingly: "How is it possible? It's simply a delusion! You can make progress by listening to the songs. Wouldn't you just have to stay in the art store every day and have a great time to cultivate a thousand miles?"

"It must be the illusion that my nerves are very tense." Xiao Yan pulled his mouth and shook his head ridiculously.
Chapter completed!