Emperor of Nine Suns

The strong men of Jiutian can hear the mysterious sound of the piano.

However, the Jiutian disciples below seemed a little confused. Considering their cultivation level, it seemed that they had not heard the sound of the piano so quickly.

Ji Mie and Wanshou sat opposite each other, raised their teacups and took a sip of the spirit tea, their expressions calm and silent.

"No, it's not just the sound of the piano, there seems to be other sounds."

Dong Yuan, who was as strong as an iron tower, frowned and said, "Listen, does it sound like someone is crying?"

Bujiao and Hengtian listened carefully, and sure enough, they heard a whimper in the howling wind.

The sound seemed very strange, vague and indistinct, ringing and not ringing at times.

When it rang, it was as if someone was whispering in his ear, and the hairs on his ears could even feel a breath of air blowing. I tried to concentrate on sensing it carefully, but found nothing, which made me wonder if my ears were misperceiving it.

"What the hell kind of sound is this? It makes people very irritated!"

Dong Yuan, who had the most bad temper, suddenly became angry and slapped his left ear with a roar.

The blow was so powerful that it made him dizzy and his ears buzzed.

"Dongyuan, what are you doing?"

Bujiao frowned and scolded.

"I'm very irritated. I just felt someone blowing in my ear!" Dong Yuan said angrily, "What the hell!"

"Got you!"

At this moment, Hengtian suddenly let out a cold snort, and his right hand suddenly emitted a dazzling white light. He fished hard in front of him, as if he had caught something.

When he pulled his arm back in front of his eyes, his expression suddenly changed.

His hands were empty, he didn't catch anything at all.

"what happened?"

Seeing the changes in Dongyuan and Hengtian, Buarious Xiu's eyebrows frowned deeply.

At this moment, she suddenly felt the eyes of Dong Yuan and Heng Tian staring at her, their eyes full of horror and shock!

"What's wrong?"

Bujiao inexplicably followed the gazes of the two men and looked at his arms, and immediately saw that his skin, which had always been bullied by Shuang Saixue, was covered with a layer of long red hair at some point!

The long hair was dark red in color and stained with light blood, as if it had experienced a life-and-death fight, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

"What the hell!"

Bujiao was shocked, as the vast spiritual power of the Kamigawa realm exploded like a tide, sweeping over his body in an instant.

When the spiritual power passed away, the long red hair on his arms suddenly disappeared, making people think it was their own illusion.

"Here, what on earth is going on?" Bujiao was stunned, as were Dong Yuan and Hengtian.

"Could this be the unknown in the boundless sea of ​​sand?"

Hengtian suddenly asked in a low voice.

According to legend, something ominous will happen in the boundless sand sea at night when the yin energy of heaven and earth is at its heaviest. After all, this is the place where gods fell in ancient times.

The remaining resentment of the fallen myth has been eroded by endless years, and has long since undergone inexplicable changes.

Once the unknown is contaminated, it is like maggots in the tarsal bones, which is extremely difficult to get rid of.

Many monks who explored the boundless sand sea were infected with the unknown. Even if they finally escaped from the sand sea safely, the final outcome was still miserable.

It is said that some people used magical powers to cut off their hands and feet and lived like human sticks.

Some people scratch their skin like crazy,

Eventually his entire body was torn to pieces.

Some people suffer from nervosa and forget to swallow anything. Swords, nails, stones, daggers... In the end, he supported himself to death.

Could it be that everyone is now infected with the unknown?

Bujiao, Dongyuan, and Hengtian were all shocked, and they all looked at Wanshou and Jimie, the two people who were really in charge.

Since ancient times, it has become the consensus of the entire monk community that something bad will definitely happen in the land where the gods fell.

In fact, in the human world, such things rarely happen.

Since the ancient mythological era was shattered, those who can cultivate themselves into myths in the human world can basically do whatever they want.

Shinhwa is already the pinnacle of power in the human world. Even if there are two Shinhwa enemies, most of them are conflicts between disciples, and there is rarely a chance of life and death.

Most of the myths about the fall of the human world are about people who died after running out of longevity. It can be said that they died at the end of their lives. Naturally, there is no resentment that can form the aura of the fall of the gods.

The occasional few places are also absolutely restricted areas, and no one will enter without permission.

But it's different in the Little Fairy World. Almost every restricted area of ​​life in the Little Fairy World is related to the death of gods.

In this place, which is closest to the ancient fairy world and the ancient mythological era, the place where gods have fallen appears frequently, making people wonder whether all the myths of the ancient era have perished here.

A low whimpering sound floated slowly in the void, and the sound sounded very strange.

It's like the sound of piano, wind, whimpering, and crying mixed together. Once it enters people's ears, it gives people an extremely low and depressing feeling.

Unknowingly, the expressions of many Jiutian disciples on the floating island became extremely sad.

They seemed to be affected by this strange sound, releasing all the sadness, pain, sadness, resentment and other negative emotions in their hearts.

Some people burst into tears and sobbed softly.

Some people's faces were full of sadness, with deep despair in their eyes.

Some people cried and wailed loudly. Some people shouted some meaningless words over and over again, their eyes were as lifeless as ashes...

"Something is wrong..."

Dong Yuan watched a young disciple of Jiutian kneel down on the sand of the floating island with a painful face, frantically grabbing the gravel under his feet with his palms, and didn't care about his hands being cut by the gravel.

Dong Yuan remembered that the young disciple had just watched his lover being swallowed by the quicksand not long ago, and at this moment he seemed to be completely trapped in the grief of losing his beloved and couldn't extricate himself.

That kid has always been a playboy. There are no less than ten young female disciples who have caused trouble in the Jiutian Pozhen Group. When has he been so reluctant to let go of a woman? ?

After a while, a long sigh seemed to be faintly heard in the air.

The young disciple who kept digging the sand with his hands suddenly screamed heartbreakingly, spit out a mouthful of blood with a "puff", and fell to the ground.

He was not the only one who fell down. At this moment, several others seemed unable to suppress the grief in their hearts and also vomited blood and fell down. .

A young disciple realized that something was wrong and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground to circulate his spiritual power, but he could not get rid of the sadness in his expression.

"This sound can dissolve our spiritual power!"