Reborn Genius Doctor Yin

Chapter 367 The Contest of Sound and Sound (1) ([-])
His mind turned countless times in an instant, and he became more and more frightened. Even if he didn't think about deeper things, the world of sound in front of him was enough to make people drink a few pots.

Between the lightning and the flint, the ancestor of the snake cultivator abandoned all distracting thoughts and concentrated on staring at the two realms of sound on both sides of the spirit.

Noon is coming, and the spirit of the weapon is about to condense.

He has no time to think about more things. The only thing he can do is to protect the most important moment from being destroyed. That is the most important thing.

This, to him, to Tiger Nu, is too important to allow any mistakes, and he does not allow that kind of situation to happen, this is an opportunity that has been waiting for hundreds of millions of years, if you miss it, you will never know what to do Wait hundreds of millions of years, and it may not be possible to wait.

He can't afford to wait, and Tiger Nu can't bear the consequences. If something goes wrong, the spirit of Tiger Nu can't be condensed, and it's a trivial matter to rebuild it. If it spreads, there will be no chance to reunite in the future. It is no longer possible to cultivate a weapon spirit, it can only be an artifact drum.

The matter is of great importance, so he spent [-]% of his energy waiting for the most important moment. With his hands, he concentrated his strength secretly, and all his muscles were adjusted to the best condition.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the shadow of the monster shrank and became smaller, so small that it was only a grain of rice long.

The time from noon can even be calculated by breathing.

The atmosphere within the silver halo quietly became solemn.

Did they leave safely?

Hua Yi's eyes were slightly squinted, so as to make it easier to see more clearly.

"There is still one hundred and nineteen breaths before noon." An Ruoxian, who was silently counting down, reported the data flatly.

Feng Liuxing and Mu Yueshuang finally turned slightly sideways.

At noon, it is the time when the essence of the sun is the most concentrated. At that moment, the power of the essence of the sun is almost a hundred times that of the day, and it is also the only time of the day that does not exist in the yin.

Since ancient times, yin and yang have coexisted with each other. Whether it is day or night, there is yin in yang, and yang in yin. The two check and balance each other and depend on each other. No one can do without the other. Yin flourishes and Yang declines.

There is only one hour in a day that belongs to yang or yin, and the moment of noon is the period when yang energy is at its peak, and that moment is the moment when the essence of the sun blooms.

At that moment, it is the most beloved time for things that yearn for light.

"Xiao'er, what do we need to do?" Feng Liuxing took the initiative to express his opinion while staring at the red cloud that was shrinking and getting thicker.

This time, he said "we" instead of "I". Just this word means that he has put aside his personal grievances for a short time.

The eight masked guards and Huayi hissed secretly.

Mu Yueshuang also understands that everything should be based on the overall situation, even if she has thousands of opinions and dissatisfaction with Feng Liuxing, she will temporarily put it aside, and immediately hide the disgust in her eyes, and look at the gentle and watery woman seriously. teenager.

Yuzi Youhe Luotu and the others also turned their eyes to look.

It has to be said that the whistling water at this moment is really beautiful, it is an incomparable quiet beauty, one can't help being immersed in that breath and unable to extricate themselves just by looking at it.

A group of people were immediately attracted by that quiet beauty.

The long-awaited young man fanned his long eyelashes like a small fan, relaxed his eyebrows, raised his glass-colored eyes, and his eyes were warm: "You don't have to do anything, just stay peacefully no matter what the situation is, I'm the biggest help."

As soon as dozens of pairs of eyes met those beautiful pupils, everyone felt relieved, and those worries and concerns disappeared in an instant.

"Okay." As if bewitched, everyone couldn't help nodding their heads in agreement.

But in just a few words, the black above Tiger's Fury was completely replaced by red, red, as thick as blood, galloping endlessly.

"Seven breaths, six breaths..." An Ruoxian reported the number one by one.

"Two breaths..."

The ancestor of the snake cultivator shook his hands, and the two clubs moved like dragons and circled straight up.

Breathe!
The eyes of the people in the silver halo all focused on the bloody cloud above the tiger's fury drum, even Feng Liuxing and Mu Yueshuang were no exception.

One breath, after only one breath, the drum will sound.

They already knew what the sound of the drum meant. Even if not everyone understood the meaning of the hour of noon before, when the ancestor of the snake cultivator threw the double mallet, those who didn't understand understood it instantly. This kind of hint is too obvious, the drumsticks change from single to double, as long as you are not stupid, you can guess the importance of the situation.

The sound of the drum means that there will be a contest between sounds and sounds!
This contest is unavoidable, and no one can stop it.

This contest is not only a confrontation between man and beast, but also a battle between good and evil.

Yin doctors are terrifying, and killing them with sound is enough to destroy the world, but in the era of sound doctors, there are countless legends, and the battlefield of sound doctors is a dazzling and tragic baptism of blood. The descriptions of the battlefield handed down by the predecessors who have watched the battle of the sound doctor are so heroic and majestic, which often makes the people of later generations yearn for the opportunity to witness such a shocking miracle.

For tens of millions of years, only the scene where the doctor of music created a legend with all his might has been witnessed, but no one has witnessed the collision of Yin and Yin with their own eyes. At this time, Feng Liuxing, Hua Yi and others are lucky, not only being able to witness with their own eyes The rumored real voice killer has even been on the battlefield and is personally on the scene.

However, neither Huayi nor the young lords and followers of the various families felt excited, and their hearts were already filled with apprehension.

This contest has not yet begun, and everyone can already predict the result, which will be very tragic. The underage boy Yinyi is facing the snake cultivator who has an immortal memory and an immortal body. There is a world of difference; what's more, it's still a one-on-two duel, even if the tiger's fury drum can only be counted as half a voice doctor before the spirit of the weapon is formed, it is still one-on-one and a half.

At the same time, there are also drums, ancient treasures, the phoenix whistle cannot be heard, and other musical instruments are far behind. Even the famous treasures handed down from ancient times can only be suppressed.

At this moment, everyone only hopes for unexpected accidents. It is said that the world is impermanent and changing rapidly. Many accidents can happen in an instant, let alone a breath of time. If an emergency occurs within the last breath, That is also common sense.

People who are looking at the spirit of the weapon, their nerves are tense and tense, until they can no longer be tensed, and their hearts are raised high, but they can no longer fall, just hanging at the mouth of the eyes.

Breathe, still, heartbeat, still.

In the huge silver halo, there is only one heart beating, only one steady breath, and the other is the melody, but no one can figure out the melody of the piano.

Apart from this, there is no other sound.

In the eyes of everyone staring, the mallet flying high into the sky, like a golden dragon, broke through the air without any sound of breaking through the air, and when a golden light flashed, it reached the top of the drum, then turned around, turned around, like Meteors fall.

(End of this chapter)