Gate of God

Looking straight down, Fang Zhengzhi also quickly saw a disciple Lingyunlou dressed in a green skirt suddenly fell down to the ground, the forehead was sweating, and the green dress on his body was already full. Blood. m. The mobile phone is the most economical site with no ads.

　　 Obviously, death is also a serious injury.

　　 "I really sing the dead?!" Fang Zhengzhen was a little stunned. It was like suddenly opening a "Xanadu" in my heart, some surprises and some complications.

　　 Surprise is that the original singing can really sing the dead. I already knew that it was so simple, why did I still waste so much power, and sang a song directly to wipe out the Lingyun Tower.

　　 and complicated is...

　　 What's so special, how can such a nice song sing dead?

　　 Fang Zhengzheng can't understand this kind of thing in front of him. After all, although he is pure, he is not too naive. The singing of singing dead people is obviously not related to him.

　　 However, the disciples of Lingyunlou seemed to understand very well. Even the faces of several disciples of Lingyunlou were very pale, and it seemed that they meant to follow suit.

　　 "Poof!" A mouthful of blood spewed out of the mouth of a disciple of Lingyun Tower again. Then, the disciple fell to the ground with the same blood on his body.

　　 "Dead one more?" Fang Zheng blinked his eyes. It was a bit unbelievable. Such a weird thing actually happened in front of his eyes.

　　Why is this happening?

　　 Too bad?

　　 Impossible!

　　 Fang Zhengzheng is still a little confident at this point. Although the talent in acting is not as professional as Yun Qingwu, it is still a matter of fact that it can be mixed with street juggling.

　　Can sing the dead like this, he doesn't believe it.

　　 But the fact is...

　　 Really dead!

　　 Moreover, two of them died in a row, and even the third, fourth, and fifth seemed to be in the process of preparing to die. This is a bit embarrassing.

　　 Wait a minute!

　　 Could it be...

　　 Sonic? !

　　Because, his own sound wave caused some unknown impact on the disciples of Lingyunlou. Then, let the disciples of Lingyunlou die for life?

　　 Fang Zhengzheng feels that although this explanation is somewhat far-fetched, it is not entirely impossible.

　　After all, as a person who has studied civilization in the 21st century, the word sonic is actually not too difficult to understand, as long as you understand it a little bit physically.

　　 has an old saying, truth comes from practice.

　　The only way to determine whether it is really due to sound waves is to try again.

　　 And when Fang Zhengzheng thought of this, several women wearing various long skirts standing in front of the disciples in the Lingyunlou surroundings also opened their mouths.

"focus!"

　　 "Quiet as water, hold your breath!"

　　 "Don't listen to his nonsense, be careful of his plan!"

　　 After a few soft drinks, the faces of the couple were pale, and the disciples who seemed to be "dead" at any time came to awake quickly, and their faces became calm again.

　　 Then, a "moving!" sounded again, and with the sound of this sound, a silvery white light appeared in the crowd.

　　 "Om!" The huge fluctuation spreads with a little silvery white light, almost in the engraving, and the surrounding area is covered with a silvery white light.

　　 "Yo? Moved again? Come on, everyone follows my rhythm, move together!" Fang Zhengzhi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then returned subconsciously.

　　Although his heart is still not very sure for the time being, the real reason why the two Lingyunlou disciples hung up is really related to Sonic.

　　 However, one thing he can be sure of is the few "poisonous chicken soups" that he fed to his disciples in Lingyunlou, as well as pleasant singing, at least one of the reasons.

　　 Then...

　　 Continue!

"Swing, swing, let's swing together! La la la... where is the rhythm? Look at my gestures, shake and shake, shake and shake..." Fang Zhengzhi sang while sing without forgetting a little twist Wild waist and little ass.

　　 Of course, he still hasn't forgotten the core point of this assessment. While shaking, his body also glowed with silvery white light.

　　 It's just that the silvery white light is a little shaking, or that the silvery white light looks more like a little white snake dancing.

　　 "Poof!" A spurting voice rang again, and then a green skirt woman fell to the ground like the previous two women.

　　 The difference is that this woman's body is not stained with blood like the previous woman, but is wrapped in a silver-white frost, the expression is even paler.

　　 "Sure enough, it's dead again!" Fang Zhengzhi didn't pay too much attention to the death of the green skirt woman. He sang right now and shook it very vigorously.

　　 Moreover, he also decided to innovate again.

　　How many painful experiences of predecessors and martyrs told us, staying calm, will one day be swallowed up by the wave of the times and disappear into the rolling wheels.

　　So, innovation, and innovation, has always been a way for progressive young people to always think about it, and always pay it to action.

　　 Fang Zhengzheng is obviously a progressive young man who understands innovation.

　　 Therefore, he decided to sublimate the rhythm of the singing a little bit more, at least, the sense of rhythm should be stronger, and the impact should be stronger.

　　 And among countless singing voices, his priority is naturally the previous generation of Divine Comedy that has been heard in previous life. Namely, the **** of this song is in his lyrics, as well as the exaggerated expression action.

　　 Fang Zhengzhi is still a little talented in this respect. Although he does not have complete expressiveness, it is still no problem to learn a seven or eight point image.

　　 Then, he sang!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah嚚嚚嚚嚚嘚......"

　　 "......"

　　I don't know why, at the moment when the song sounded, Fang Zhengzhi had a strong feeling, and he became the focus of the whole field at once.

　　 Although, he has always been the focus.

　　 But at this moment, the feeling of this kind of focus is still very unusual. The most obvious manifestation is that the disciples of Ling Yunlou have changed their faces by at least half before he finished singing.

　　 Full half!

　　 Fang Zhengzheng really thought that the lethality of this song would be very amazing, but he still did not expect that this amazing degree was exaggerated to such a degree.

　　 "Meditate, don't be disturbed by his singing!"

　　 "Sink down!"

　　 "Everyone try not to listen, try not to..."

　　 "Poof!"

　　 While several disciples of Lingyunlou standing in the front shouted loudly, an untimely vomiting blood interrupted their words behind them.

　　 Then, more hematemesis sounded successively.

　　Because, the sound of Fang Zhengzheng's singing didn't stop, and, obviously, it also meant to overwhelm those Lingyunlou disciples.

　　 "Poof!"

　　 "Poof!"

　　 "......"

　　 Every woman in a green dress fell to the ground, her face was extremely pale, her body was more or less stained with thick frost, and at least she seemed to be seriously injured.

　　 "In the end this boy... what changed?" Lin Mubai listened to the reverberating song in her ears and looked at the green skirt women who were falling down one after another. Her eyes were almost glaring.

　　 Never once, Lin Mubai's heart will have such a shock now, this shock even makes him feel that the world has changed?

　　Why are you okay? !

　　 Lin Mubai knows that Qule hurts people, but Qule hurts a lot of enemies, and will not be biased by human control.

　　Frankly speaking...

　　If Fang Zhengzhi is really hurting people with singing, then he and Pingyang should be unavoidable, but the fact is that he has no signs of injury at all.

　　 It’s not that Qu Le hurts people, but the disciples of Ling Yunlou did fall down again. Is there anything more weird in this world than this?

　　 And, most importantly, what kind of song is that song? !

Lin Mubai felt that as the emperor of the Daxia dynasty, he should have read through the existence of the world's music, but after hearing Fang Zhengzheng's tune, he still felt that his world view was refreshed. Even he thought he was a fake emperor?

　　 "Father and Emperor, will there be anyone more shameless than this guy in this world?" Pingyang also blushed at the moment, looking at the upright and honest singing in the field.

　　 "Nothing!"

　　 "Is the father emperor so sure?"

　　 "Well, the father emperor is not sure about other issues, but this question...the father emperor is unwavering!" Lin Mubai nodded, and was absolutely sure.

　　……

　　The stalemate in Lingyun Building was finally turbulent under the attack of singing and countless "Poisonous Chicken Soups". Moreover, this turbulence was like a wave, wave after wave, and it could not stop at all.

　　 Chiba's face was very ugly.

　　 It can be said that as the landlord of the majestic Lingyun Tower, she has never looked as ugly as she is now.

　　 But surprisingly, she did not speak to stop the assessment that was clearly about to fail, but continued to gritt her teeth and endure.

　　 And for Fang Zhengzheng, this assessment has reached the present stage. In fact, it has almost entered a stage of quite enjoyable play.

　　 killed at least twenty in one song, what would be the result if you pick another one immediately?

　　Fangzheng thought he could try it.

　　 Then he tried.

　　 "My old grandson... my old grandson... live in Huaguo Mountain, ah... find the baby as you wish... golden hoops... great, great, great, great, great, great..."

Of course, singing also needs expressions and movements to match. Fang Zhengzheng is not too conservative in this regard. Keep blinking and blinking. Obviously, the body and mind are fully integrated into the show. A feast of hearing and vision.

　　It's just that the disciples of Ling Yunlou obviously didn't know much about art. Even if Fang Zhengzhi was very attentive in performing arts, they still couldn't comprehend the mood inside.

and so……

　　 The result is obvious.

　　In the film, the disciples of Lingyunlou in the green dress began to fall to the ground. Every time when they fell, their eyes were round and their faces were pale.

　　 That is extremely unwilling, or rather, it is a shame.

　　 Fang Zhengzhi didn't quite understand the current state of mind of the disciples of Lingyunlou. In fact, when he first entered Lingyunlou, he actually always felt that the disciples of Lingyunlou were very strong.

　　 But how can't resist singing?

　　 Is it really sonic?

　　 Fang Zhengzheng feels that this possibility is possible, but, without knowing why, he always feels that this explanation seems to be so missing from the truth.

　　Because, after falling more and more Lingyunlou disciples, he finally found that almost every batch of Lingyunlou disciples who fell down had different injuries.

　　Some disciples of Lingyunlou were stained with blood as if they had been cut by a knife, and some disciples of Lingyunlou were frozen by ice and snow.

　　 In addition...

　　 There are also lightning strikes, fires, heavy blows, etc., and all kinds of serious injuries, almost every moment, the injuries will change once.

　　 If it is really sound waves, why are the injuries different?

　　 Fang Zhengzhen's heart was a little puzzled, while his mouth was still singing, but his eyes were swept over the Lingyunlou disciples who fell to the ground.

　　 Then, his eyes narrowed.

　　 "There is a problem!" Almost immediately, Fang Zhengzhi discovered the problem, because the injuries suffered by those disciples when they fell down had something to do with the surrounding "Tao".

　　Frankly speaking, the injuries on Lingyunlou's disciples~www.wuxiaspot.com~ don't seem to be really hurt by Fang Zhengzheng's singing, but more like being injured by himself.

　　I killed myself?

　　 Fang Zhengzheng feels that this kind of thing is a little bit like the feeling of heaven and night, but the fact in front of him is that the injuries suffered by the disciples of Lingyunlou are really related to the changes in the Tao.

　　 When the way is fire, there will be traces of burns on the disciples of the fallen Lingyunlou, and if it is water or ice, there will be traces of water and ice.

　　 is weird.

　　 Could it really hurt yourself? However, this possibility should not exist, after all, this probability is too small.

　　Even if this is the case, if a group of people is like this, it really can't be justified?

　　 Fang Zhengzheng felt that there must be a problem that he had not yet discovered, and the answer to this question may be the core point to unlock the strange means of the disciples of Lingyunlou.

　　Just, where is the problem?

　　If it is not related to sound waves, why do you sing and hurt these Lingyunlou disciples? What is it that makes these Lingyunlou disciples fall?

　　 Wait a minute!

　　 seems to be more than singing!

　　 Fang Zheng's eyes lit up sharply. He remembered that before he sang, when he shouted the poisonous chicken soup that shocked the soul, it seemed that the expression on the faces of the disciples of Lingyunlou around him had changed.

　　 It's just that the effects of those poisonous chicken soups didn't seem to be as strong as the singing, so he would let him ignore the effects of poisonous chicken soups in the first place.