Soul Emperor Martial God

Dongfang thought indifferently.

What kind of notes will the figure in front of the sword-holding figure in black attire compose in the years to come? Presumably, it will be quite pleasant.

Cang...

At this time, two clear sounds came out.

Xiao Yi flicked the sword.

Dongfang calmly was awakened from consternation and thought. In front of his throat, the sword's edge was still cold, and the indifferent eyes in front of him were still fierce.

"What's in a daze, the eighth tone?" Xiao Yi asked coldly.

Dongfang reacted indifferently, and then gave a wry smile, "I have lost the eighth note."

Xiao Yi frowned, "What does it mean to have no eighth tone?"

Dongfang replied indifferently, "The Promise Eight Tone, the seventh tone is already my strongest voice."

"The eighth tone, my control is not enough, and my power is not strong."

Xiao Yi frowned more tightly.

If it were to be said that at the beginning, he had a special purpose in the discussion of the eight Tianjiao in the morning.

Then, when he met Beiyin Wudi and this Dongfangdan, his exchanges and battles had already become pure exchanges, which were regarded as competition between opponents.

That is not only a battle, but also a rare harvest.

This Promise Eight Tone really gave him a lot of surprises.

The Eight Paths run through the sound of heaven and earth since the beginning of heaven and earth, and they are extremely mysterious.

Yu Wuhun surprised Xiao Yi.

Now, although the outcome has been divided, but it has not yet been thoroughly understood, it suddenly stopped? That feeling is somewhat uncomfortable for a pure warrior.

"Don't try?" Xiao Yi said.

Dongfang calmly shook his head, "I have already lost, and I am not interested in losing again."

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and said, "I came to this courtyard, and the first sentence I heard was that you invited me to listen to the piano."

"The visitor is a guest, and the sound of the piano is not complete. How can I get away with happiness?"

Dongfang chuckled lightly, "Hall Master Xiao Yi's mouth can't be said below."

"It's just that I really can't play this last note."

Not waiting for Xiao Yi to speak.

Dongfang indifferently made a please gesture, "Hall Master Xiao Yi, please sit down."

This time, Xiao Yi did not refuse, and slowly retracted his sword, and sat on the blue and white futon in front of the table.

The two sat looking at each other.

Dongfang said indifferently, "The eighth tone is very strange."

Xiao Yi was confused and listened.

Dongfang calmly continued, "No one knows how long this period of time has been since the beginning of the world."

"The Promise Eight Tones, every sound will resound through the world and shake the mainland."

"The birth of every sound must have a reason and meaning."

"The first tone represents the anger of the Yanlong, which can burn the earth and wipe out all living beings."

"Even if it is as strong as the ten wild beasts, which once ravaged the earth, it was only wiped out in it."

"From the second to the fifth, the birth of the ancestors of the four clans of heaven and earth, represents that this land finally has a real being bred from it."

"The sixth tone, announcing that this continent will finally usher in life, the world is full of vitality, and countless creatures were born and multiplied from it, but it also put an end to the ridiculous years."

"The seventh tone, the sound of breaking dawn, is the sound of hope, but it also brings an end to the ancient years."

Dongfang paused indifferently, his face suddenly solemn.

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and listened carefully.

Dongfang said calmly, "The first seven tones, each of them is separated by a very long time."

"In those wild years, giant beasts roared into the world, the world was chaotic and disturbed, and the most fierce among them were the ten wild beasts."

"The roar of the flame dragon makes everything fly, and the world will be calm after all."

"After that, it was a long and unknown period of time before the second tone appeared in this peaceful world."

"The second to fifth notes were indeed born at the same time, but the time between them is extremely long."

"The ancestors of the four tribes of heaven and earth, in those peaceful years, have conceived how many billions of years before they can utter the four sounds that meet the mainland."

"As for the sixth tone, it was an unexplained long time before that, so that the ancient world felt sad for this desolate land and rained on the martial arts."

"And even if the rain of martial arts, let the world be full of vitality, and the real life can be born, it will be a terrible long time."

"After that, it is the beginning of the ancient years. How long has the entire ancient years existed? Hundreds of millions of years? No, far more."

"Then there is the seventh tone, the voice of hope, ushering in the ancient years."

Dongfang's indifferent tone suddenly aggravated, "The 80 million years of antiquity, compared with any previous period, are not long enough."

"Up to the end of the ancient times, to the present, but tens of thousands of years, the eighth tone was born."

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, "You mean, the eighth tone, appeared in recent years?"

Dongfang nodded indifferently, "Close, so close that even the younger generation of us are within reach."

"Just a few decades ago, around the time we were born."

"Just a few decades ago?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Dongfang calmly raised his head slowly, looking up at the sky, "The Promise Eighth, the eighth, is a cry of the birth of a baby."

"That day, the sound of this cry shook the world."

"The whole world is full of visions."

"First, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky and the earth fell into darkness; then the thunder filled them, and the atmosphere of the sky and the sky was raging."

"Earth, molten lava erupts, and wind blows everywhere."

"Above the mainland, every ancient place is aura disorder, shaking inexplicably, of course, including our Dongfang family."

"That day, it was almost the color of destruction of the world." A trace of horror flashed in Dongfang's eyes.

"Until, on the dark clouds in the sky, a beast cut through the layers of dark clouds."

"A roar, let the thunder and lightning disappear."

"Finally, with this auspicious beast falling and turning into nothingness, and the dark clouds disappeared, the heavens and the earth completely returned to normal."

"That's a unicorn."

"Kirin angry beast?" Xiao Yi's face was startled.

"No, there is no emperor in the world, where is the unicorn angry beast?"

Xiao Yi frowned and looked at Dongfang calmly.

Isn't this guy talking nonsense?

The unicorn angry beast is a legendary existence.

If it really exists, it is also a more terrifying existence than the Four Void Heavenly Beasts and the Wild Ten Beasts.

But in the world, there is no emperor realm for a long time, how can there be such legendary creatures?

Dongfang calmly retracted his gaze looking up at the sky, looked at Xiao Yi, and said with a light smile, "Who said Qilin is a creature of the Emperor Realm?"

"And, to correct you, there is no Qilin Angry Beast, only Qilin Rui Beast."

"The unicorn beast is not a creature, nor is it an emperor."

"Like the Four Void Heavenly Beast, it was born from the Four Void Heavenly Dao, and belongs to the Heavenly Dao Alien Beast."

"But the unicorn was not born, but originally represented the martial art of heaven and earth, condensed by the martial art of heaven and earth."

"Like the world, it can be regarded as being thought; so is the unicorn."

"Otherwise, the unicorn beast is just a huge power of the laws of heaven and earth."

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