Music Saint: Spread The Song To The World And Kill Thousands Of Demons!

One hundred and thirty miles to the east of Yuzhou.

In the depths of the Beehive Grotto.

"I just want to live, what's wrong."

The shrill and desperate roar, in the strange stone structure like a bee's nest, bounced off each other through countless dense holes, and finally formed a weird sound similar to howling ghosts and wolves.

Therefore, it is also called the Magic Sound Grotto.

At this moment, somewhere in the grotto.

A miserable middle-aged man with blood stains all over his body, disheveled hair, distorted expression, and red eyes.

He was like a lunatic, dancing, yelling and laughing, and his whole body exuded madness.

"Come out for daddy, if you have the ability to fight decently, daddy has had enough these days, being played like a cat and mouse by you, you are the real Devil Cultivator, you hypocrites, you must die......... "

It's like a ridiculous clown singing a one-man show without an audience, but still doesn't get a response.

The middle-aged man's expression became even more contorted, and he kept roaring, like a ghost crawling out of The Underworld, with blood dripping from his teeth [He angrily began to destroy everything around him.

Countless stone chips splashed, and the booming sound transformed into a scream that could upset people just by hearing it under the special environment of the Magic Sound Grotto.

A whole hour.

Finally quiet.

Exhausted, the middle-aged man lying on the ground looked like a corpse.

At this time, a chuckle came from nowhere.

The flat voice and the madness of the middle-aged man represent two different mentalities.

"Isn't this exactly what you have been pursuing? You like to give people hope, and then bring people to despair, but today the protagonist is replaced by yourself, and those who died in vain are watching. The play is not over yet, so naturally you have to continue singing , but it’s time for the curtain to come to an end.”

"Hehe..." The middle-aged man no longer had the strength to respond.

"Aren't you very unwilling?" Still only heard his voice: "You could have lived for decades, but you just lost your life here. What an interesting fate. You chose to become a Devil Cultivator because you were afraid of death, but in the end He died earlier, so I may ask, do you have any regrets?"

"I think I regret it." The speaker asked himself and answered: "You are always in doubt and regret, don't have any resentment, you have to blame for this fate

"I, the man who kills monsters, has always been simple and straightforward. I can stab to death with one knife, and I will never waste my energy in stabbing a second time. It's just that you are different."

"You are cultivating a demonic heart. If you want to transform curved qi into demonic thoughts, there are many ways. Why do you choose the most extreme method?"

"Does torture give you pleasure?"

"That's right, collecting resentment, hatred, and resentment in this way will allow you to transform much faster without leaving hidden wounds. I don't understand. You have become a Devil Cultivator, and you have merged with the blood of the monster, and you will live longer in the future." That's right, why rush for a while, can't work slowly?"

"So I guess, you should enjoy the process of turning from hope to despair. You once used this enjoyment on those innocent people who were tortured and killed by you.

"So, I also decided to follow suit, but judging from your reactions these days, it's not that wonderful."

"Under my pursuit, you threatened, wailed, begged for mercy, and resisted... you did everything you could. Did they ever do the same thing, begging you to save yourself?"

"But you didn't. The more painful they are, the more excited you are and the more cruel the means."

"You covered up your screams with wild laughter. Today, I will use Death to end your crimes."

"For the sake of being human, I allow you to leave your last words."

The middle-aged man struggled to get up, "Who are you...?"

A steel needle as thin as a cow's hair shot out from a certain hole, piercing the middle-aged man's forehead in an instant, and piercing through the back of the head.

The middle-aged man's pupils were dilated, and he fell to the ground unwillingly, without breathing again.

"Wu Wei Song Gong, Yu Hao."

The sound faded away.

Wuwei Song Palace.

Rouge Court.

"I heard that Yuhao is rushing back? He finally entered the Holy Land of Aosheng, leaving at this time is too impulsive."

"Don't worry about Yuhao's affairs." Chen Zun asked, "How is the music?"

"It is estimated that I can learn the melody in two days." Mo Wen frowned slightly: "The Qingxin Pushan Mantra, the difficulty is the meaning of the Artistic Conception. I have been thinking about it for the past few days, and I deeply feel the exquisiteness of this piece. The scores, all have the ability to exorcise evil spirits, and the perfect combination of audio and music is really unimaginable. Is this the score he wrote in just one night?"

"The facts are in front of us."

Mo Wen asked: "Chen Zun, what's your opinion on this song?"

"No solution."

"How is it possible, you are Qu Zong." Mo Wen believed it or not.

"So what about Qu Zong." Chen Zun shook his head: "It's just that there is a gap in understanding of Le Yi. For a Mo Qu, if you want to understand the meaning of the song, you must first know Zhi Le. If it is an actual genre, you can also understand it through the understanding of everything. Understand, find out knowledge and joy, but you have also seen that this "Pure Heart and Universal Mantra" belongs to the school of thought of the main Artistic Conception."

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"The music of this genre mainly depends on enlightenment. In fact, there are many songs of the school of thought, which more or less bring a trace of everything. There is the sea, and the vastness of the sea is used to describe people's aspirations, so if you want to know music and comprehend the meaning of music, you can start from the sea."

"However, "The Mantra of Pure Heart and Universal Goodness", the old man looks at this song, and after reading it, he can't see everything. This belongs to the flow of pure Artistic Conception. Xiao Mo, you know, songs of pure Artistic Conception are rare in my human race. If there is no creation Those who comment on this song, want to understand music, basically have no solution."

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Mo Wen sighed and said: "Learning the melody is already my limit, now I can only rely on Qu Ge, there are still five days left, I don't know if he can understand the meaning of the melody.

"Don't worry, he will be fine."

"You trust him that much?"

"If you know what he's doing now, it also creates confidence in him."

"What did he do?"

"Enchanted."

Mo Wen stood up abruptly, and said urgently: "Chen Zun, you should stop him, even in the competition tower, you can't experience enchantment easily, once the enchantment is planted, if it is aroused in the future, he will be finished."

Chen Zun smiled and said: "You worry too much, others may be planted with evil thoughts and don't know it, yes, don't forget, Hai Yi Laugh" is ambitious and clear, he is the creator of this song. The fake Hearts Demon can't affect him, otherwise the old man would have stopped it long ago.

"That's good. If it's because of me that he has the risk of being possessed by demons in the future, it's fine to not use this exorcism song." Mo Wen thought about it: "I just don't know if there is any nest for him to do so."

"The effect should be there, otherwise he wouldn't experience it dozens of times."

"Dozens of times?" Mo Wen lost his voice: "Fighting the Hearts Demon is extremely painful, and one time can be unforgettable for a lifetime. He doesn't want to think about it, but he actually experienced it dozens of times?"

Chen Zun felt relieved: "So I like this kid more and more."

"Chen Zun, the students have something to ask." Mo Wen bowed.

"The old man knows what you're going to say. Twenty drops of Lehua have been secretly placed in his study. You don't have to think about anything now. You can learn the score at ease. In a few days, the old man is looking forward to the birth of the shocking exorcist song in the Qu Palace." "