My Martial Arts Will Hang Up

Only then did everyone head towards the side corridor together.

The front and rear feet stepped into the corridor.

There were a total of nineteen people present, except for Chen Fan who had nine masters of the longevity series, and two of them who were above the sixth level of longevity. The overall strength was quite strong.

Even if there is an accident, everyone still feels relatively safe.

It's just that after stepping into the corridor, nothing unusual happened, and it was not teleported to other places.

But the long corridor in front of him was still far away and misty, probably more than a hundred feet away, so he couldn't see the situation outside it clearly.

Although the corridor is wide, the two sides are not sealed, and there are extremely tall pillars lined up on both sides.

On both sides of the edge of the promenade, there is a constantly rushing, yellowing river.

"This water..." Chen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he sensed something was wrong.

"It seems... is the water from the Yellow Spring?" Fei Enjun walked to Chen Fan's side.

Chen Fan nodded slightly.

Because he himself has the water of the underworld, he was deeply impressed by this thing.

When his strength was still weak, the water from the Yellow Spring gave him great help.

And even now, when he saw such an exaggerated scale of water from the underworld, his eyes flickered and his heart was about to move.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, but took out a gourd-shaped storage treasure from the mustard stone.

Then with a thought, the divine consciousness urged the gourd to fly out.

Try to fill some of the water of the underworld.

What surprised Chen Fan was that the moment the gourd left the corridor, it seemed to be affected by the terrible gravity and started to fall straight away.

Chen Fan's complexion also changed in shock.

Even with the strength of his consciousness, it is impossible to stop the gourd from falling.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the gourd fell into the yellow spring water hundreds of meters below. At this moment, Chen Fan also felt that his consciousness was damaged, and he also completely lost control over the gourd.

The corner of his mouth twitched and looked at the Yellow Spring Water. After entering the Yellow Spring Water, the gourd was immediately corroded and disintegrated by a terrifying force, and then sank into it, leaving no slag left.

"Unexpectedly..." Chen Fan raised his eyebrows.

Fei Enjun also looked at Chen Fan in astonishment, his face full of surprise.

Although the water of Huangquan is called the water of breaking the law.

But in fact, it will not damage the consciousness at all.

Generally, if you want to mobilize the water of the underworld, you need the power of heaven and earth or direct spiritual control.

It is also impossible for the water of the underworld to have such a terrifying gravitational force.

"This is not the water of the Yellow Spring...or, it is not the water of the ordinary Yellow Spring in the traditional sense." Taoist Ming Xu's voice sounded.

Chen Fan and Fei Enjun turned their heads together.

"This should be the highest level of water in Huangquan, weak water in Huangquan."

Taoist Ming Xu also showed an unprecedented solemnity on his face.

"If there are things rushing around, then we'd better not put anything outside the corridor, and don't try to leave the corridor from here...No one below the Demon King or the Immortal can resist the Yellow Spring Weak Water The presence."

Chen Fan also had an extremely solemn expression upon hearing this.

At the same time he also felt strange.

This long corridor is not set in a closed state, but a gap is specially left, and the yellow spring and weak water are placed outside. What is the owner of this "cave sky" thinking?

Just to show that he has such a strong collection?

"Let's go, we can only continue along the corridor." Taoist Mingxu said.

Chen Fan nodded and looked away.

Everyone moved forward without going far.

In the deep corridor, there was a gentle and melodious voice suddenly.

This sound seems to be the sound of Guzheng.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression was serious.

Just listening to this voice, Chen Fan could feel the sadness and resentment in it.

Even soon, even he felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling of grief that could not be relieved...

"It's definitely an attack at the rhythm level!"

Chen Fan frowned.

Rhythm-type attacks include attacks that directly condense into entities, and there are also methods that touch the soul and affect emotions.

In fact, this is also a special soul attack, but it is even more difficult to guard against.

"Be careful, everyone, there is a soul attack in this voice, pay attention to keep the Lingtai clear!"

Song Qianxue's reminder sounded.

This woman is also a very kind person.

And Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and turned around.

Accompanied by the sound of the zither, everyone around showed troubled faces, and the weaker ones even burst into tears and burst into tears.

Chen Fan raised his brows slightly, but he was very surprised in his heart.

Don't talk about my combat power, just talk about my cultivation base, I am also a master of the third level of longevity, even so, I will be affected by the sound of the guzheng.

As for the voice that can affect one's own voice, if the rest of these people listen to it, their spirits should immediately collapse.

"It seems...everyone, hearing this voice, is affected at a different level..."

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned his head to look to the side.

However, even Taoist Ming Xu had a red nose and tears in his eyes, obviously affected a lot.

"really!"

Chen Fan's eyes flickered.

Although his emotions will be greatly affected, his reason is still there.

Compared with the influence of "the power of the abyss" on one's own spirit and emotion, the sound of the guzheng is far worse.

In fact, Chen Fan has practiced all the way to the present.

The state of mind is also quite tough, and it cannot be easily affected.

However, as time passed, the power of infection in the sound of the guzheng continued to deepen.

"I don't know if this sound will only sound in this area, or it will sound at a fixed time?"

Chen Fan raised his brows slightly, but saw a figure rushing forward in a stream of light, it was that Fei Enjun.

It's just that he encountered the situation that King Haoyan encountered when he wanted to leave the hall at the beginning. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't distance himself from other people and couldn't leave this area.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that the sound of the guzheng should be calculated according to time, so the only way to survive is to survive..."

But he just sat down cross-legged and didn't move forward...

Fei Enjun also knew that he couldn't leave, so he sat down cross-legged like Chen Fan.

Other people also followed suit, abandoning miscellaneous thoughts and starting to calm down and adjust their breath.

As the sound of the guzheng became louder and more intense, the impact on everyone was also more intense.

Although the levels of the magic sounds suffered by everyone are obviously different according to their cultivation bases, but generally those with weak cultivation bases and strength are more affected.

To advance to the tenth stage, you need willpower and state of mind to reach the standard, and to break through the Tao fruit requires a higher limit. You need a strong will and you have to overcome the inner demon. Therefore, people with high cultivation bases generally have stronger state of mind and will.

People with less than ten weights generally have worse willpower and mood.

Between crying and crying.

"I'm miserable, what's the point of living!"

A martial artist whose cultivation level was only ninth level suddenly soared into the sky and jumped out of the long corridor. The moment he flew out of the long corridor, he fell straight into the weak water of Huangquan.

Pass!

There was no sound in the blink of an eye.

If what Taoist Mingxu said is true, only a master of the Demon God King level can resist this Huangquan weak water, then this person must be dead and cannot die anymore.

The corner of Chen Fan's mouth twitched. At this moment, he realized why the corridor was not closed.

And with his people jumped into the water of the underworld.

He shook his head, but put aside his miscellaneous thoughts, and kept the Lingtai clear!

And as the nine-level martial artist understood himself, soon there was a second person rushing forward with the same sadness.

"Even Jiuzhong can't hold on, why should I hold on?!"

This person has a weaker cultivation base and is only a grand master.