Chapter 860

Although Murphy didn't explain the sentence, a strange feeling welled up in the hearts of the five people and looked at each other.

Mu Nan asked directly: "my Lord, didn't you see that monk thousands of years ago?"

Hearing Mu Nan's question and the expressions on other people's faces, Murphy could guess what they were thinking, and immediately sighed: "let's see what Ling Feng can do first!"

Although did not admit, but Murphy did not deny!

At this moment, the four commanders looked at each other, with a look of shock in their eyes.

little does one think!

It turns out that Murphy is the legend of Qingmeng city that has been spread for thousands of years!

good heavens!

My Lord, it's too deep!

At this moment, there was an indescribable sense of pride in their hearts.

And red butterfly is looking at his father with confused eyes. The legendary figure thousands of years ago, regardless of the stop of the green lemon city master, sounded the drum.

That is how arrogant, how high spirited!

Although it's only a flash in the pan, she thinks it's enough to be called a monk of indomitable spirit. What is the monk's demand for cultivation?

But I have no shame!

But how many people in the world can live up to their hearts?

What is the purpose of practicing Taoism?

No monk can get the same answer to this question. Everyone has his own reason.

No one is wrong. Cultivation is just an idea. There is not too much complicated emotional bonus!

Like the five elements, practice is for revenge!

Too tired!

But what is Ling Feng doing for?

At the beginning, Ling Feng knew, but now he was confused. He didn't know what he was pursuing.

From the doomsday battlefield of three thousand worlds, to the snow plain of the great world, and now.

He has always been passive forward, never actively pursue anything.

But at this moment, he felt the similar artistic conception contained in the drum, the unyielding, the unwilling, the anger.

Ling Feng didn't even know where his anger came from!

But he felt that he should do so at this moment, so he scattered the ugly ox sword array and smashed it to the Zhentian drum with his own cultivation.

The anti shock force is transmitted into his body through his arm and constantly vibrates in his body.

The internal medicine of five zang organs suffered different degrees of damage in a moment under the violent shock, but the friar of his heaven level started to repair these injuries automatically.

At this moment, blood not only flowed out of his seven orifices, but also penetrated into his pores.

But after just a few breaths, Ling Feng was just like a blood man.

Eleven!

In the crowd shouts, Ling Feng steps a few steps, the right hand gently touched the sky drum.

Dong!

Thunderous drums resound through the world!

In fact, from the 11th sound, this drum sound has not only resounded in Qingmeng city.

TIANYAO city!

Silver moon city!

Blue Sea city!

At the same time, the twelve cities in the lost land thought of the thundering drum.

This drum sound is just like the ancient war, with low prestige, covering the whole lost place.

The other eleven were almost awakened by the sound.

Of course, for ordinary friars, they don't know what the sound stands for, so when the drum sounds, most of them are full of doubts.

Of course, this does not include a small number of great monks and silver moon city people!

But any friars who have heard the sound of the drum will never forget what it is, which can arouse the drum of the eleven cities.

Is there another evil in the end?

A small number of the great friars in the eleven cities frowned and murmured to themselves. Soon, the jade slips were running rapidly between the cities.

And the silver moon city as just after the snow see sounded the drum, so, everyone here knows what the sound is.

But they wonder why the last drummer came back less than a month ago?

They didn't know that the drum was not from the local Zhentian drum!

Therefore, many friars in Yinyue city rushed to the Baisheng challenge arena and didn't find the Zhentian drum. They suddenly looked puzzled.

At this time, in the residence of Keqing in Yinyue City, Xuejian was a little strange to hear this voice.

"Do you hear me?"

When she hesitated whether to go to the Baisheng challenge arena, Wang Yiming directly pushed the door and went into Xuejian's bedroom.

When Xuejian saw Wang Yiming, she frowned and said, "can't you knock at the door?"

Wang Yiming was stunned when he heard the speech. Then he quickly waved his hand and said, "OK, then I'll go out and knock on the door and come in again?"

Although he said so, he didn't mean to leave with his feet standing in the same place. He had come in anyway, and Xuejian couldn't let him go out and knock on the door.

But what he didn't expect was that Xuejian didn't stop him, but looked at him quietly.

Wang Yiming saw this and suddenly had a feeling of egg pain, so he had to turn around and leave the room, close the door and knock on the door, saying, "can I come in?"

"Come in!" There was a cold sound of snow in the room.

Wang Yiming pushed the door and went in to have a look. Xuejian had already sat on the chair and looked at him quietly.

Snow see is really more and more difficult to contact, so go on is not the way ah!

Wang Yiming murmured in his heart. Then he went to Xuejian and sat down. He said, "do you hear Zhentian drum?"

Snow see smell speech to see him one eye, nod to also don't speak.

And he continued: "it's only a month since you played the drum last time. It's not enough time for someone to pass the Baisheng challenge arena. I've just ordered someone to go to the Baisheng challenge arena to investigate. People should be back soon!"

Xuejian nodded and continued to sit there in silence.

At this time point, Zhao long, with a knife in his hand, broke into Xuejian's room, sat down at the table and said, "I've just gone to the Baisheng challenge arena, but there's no Zhentian drum!"

"No?" Wang Yiming hears speech to have some strange way suddenly: "where does this drum sound come from?"

Zhao Long shook his head directly and said: "I don't know, the drum has affected the nerves of the friars of silver moon city. Countless people went to the Baisheng challenge arena to confirm, but they didn't..."

Just as he spoke, a dull drum resounded between heaven and earth again, just like the ancient war song enveloping the silver moon city.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Long couldn't go on. Looking at Wang Yiming's strange eyes, he said helplessly: "there is no drum in Baisheng challenge arena!"

Wang Yiming looked very strange and said, "I know!"

"It's very evil. Where does the sound come from?" Zhao Long frowned and did not say.

Wang Yiming touched his nose and said, "it's possible there. Except for Yinyue County, it's possible there."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Long hesitated and said, "do you mean that the drums are linked by the twelve cities?"

"That's probably it!"

"So, when Xuejian drums, there are drums in other cities?" Zhao Long asked.

"It's hard to say!" Wang Yiming frowned and pondered: "according to the information we've got, we guess that yinyuecheng hasn't heard the drum for tens of thousands of years, so when Xuejian plays the drum, those people will be excited, but the people in yinyuecheng say that Xuejian is the first person in more than 200 years of twelve counties!"

"According to this statement, that is to say, between 10000 and 200 years ago, although no one in Yinyue city sounded the drum, someone in other cities did, but the people in Yinyue city did not hear the drum, so!" He stopped for a moment and continued: "if I guess correctly, this drum should reach a certain number of times before it can cause the linkage of the twelve cities!"

"How many times?" Zhao Long asked.

Wang Yiming shook his head and said, "it's hard to say. Eight or ten times, it's possible!"

Zhao Long nodded when he heard Yan Dun's words, and said with pity: "at that time, we should knock more when we see snow!"

"No!" Wang Yiming pondered: "according to my investigation, Liuxia is the critical point of Zhentian drum. We are always outsiders. We have to go through the Baisheng challenge arena. It's better not to attract other people's attention!"

Zhao Long nodded thoughtfully when he heard what he said, but after he finished this sentence, he suddenly changed his tone, looked at Xuejian and asked, "if I don't stop you, how many times can you knock?"

Snow see smell speech ponder for a while, calm way: "ten times!"

Ten times!

Wang Yiming immediately frowned and murmured to himself: "I just don't know how many times this Zhentian drum started to link the twelve cities. If not, we can guess how strong this guy is! I don't know who this man is and where he opened the Baisheng challenge arena! "

Who the hell is this guy?

This question is not only asked by Wang Yiming, but also by eleven cities, including Yinyue City, except Qingmeng city.

However, due to the vast area of the lost land, I'm afraid we can't get more information in a short time.

Of course, this does not include the wanbaozhai, which is the place where the power is enveloped!

As soon as the drum sounded, the controllers of the other 11 cities immediately got information about this.

Ling Feng!

Such a common name appeared in the eyes of a top monk.

As one of the 12 leaders in wanbaozhai, they all know what the linkage of the 12 cities represents.

Twelve times!

Thousands of years ago, there was a proud son in Qingmeng city. I didn't expect that it would be Qingmeng city again thousands of years later!

But the information about Ling Feng is too little, isn't it?

At this moment, eleven people's minds are filled with strange ideas.

And we have two sides, green lemon city.

After Ling Feng's twelve drums.

The whole green lemon city suddenly fell into a carnival.

Twelve times, this has even the original record!

What makes people dumbfounded is that Ling Feng doesn't seem to be satisfied in the challenge arena at this time. Although his whole body has become a blood man, in the cheering voice of the crowd, He staggers towards the Zhentian drum.

What happened?

At this moment, countless friars began to whisper, and from time to time someone whispered.

"That's enough. You've done enough. Don't try again. You'll die!"

"Yes, twelve is enough!"