Mythological Native Species

After hanging up the communication, Feng Linwan put his eyes back on the stage.

At a glance, I was a little surprised.

Standing on the stage at this moment turned out to be Monet, the Lord of Souls.

The Lord of Souls, Monet, came to Zuxing, which was something Feng Linxen knew for a long time.

There was even Feng Linye pushing behind him.

Not only Monet, but Lou Nan, the **** of slaughter, Aegfried, the **** of rebirth, etc., all came to Zuxing to broaden their horizons.

It's just that Feng Linye didn't expect that Monet would actually participate in the singing party.

And is about to start his show.

Covered in a weird black robe, Monet stood in the center of the stage, like a black fog.

The millions of live audience members offstage pointed at him.

In the world of Osiris, the lord of the souls above, when he arrives here, is like a monkey in a zoo for people to watch.

But Monet was not angry.

He felt that at this moment, this situation was decidedly different from the past.

This was something he had never experienced in his long life.

"Whether to sing or not! If you don't sing, others will sing. Don't take a seat, okay?" an audience member shouted from the audience.

The rude voice of this audience can be blocked, but most of the audience, in order to feel the atmosphere, did not turn on the noise shielding system attached to the seat.

So when one audience is noisy, more audiences follow along.

There was a commotion under the stage.

Invisibly, this will cause great pressure to those performing on stage.

Beside Monet, there are several delicate, elf-like robots suspended.

They are responsible for distributing the sound, recording the footage, and broadcasting it live.

Monet opened his mouth.

No lyrics, just tones.

The tone was flat at first.

The calm is like a gurgling creek, quietly flowing through an unnamed canyon. Although it is somewhat meandering, it does not have any stormy waves.

But gradually, the tone began to become vaguely high-pitched.

But it is very delicate. This delicate sound vibrates the eardrums and tugs at the heartstrings of people.

Inevitably, it caused physical discomfort for many people.

Loud voice, more manic.

Suddenly, one fell.

Just like a cliff.

Monet's singing became 'free'.

The notes that make up the music, breaking all the conventional boundaries, are in random combinations in his throat.

The initial discomfort and discomfort began to disappear.

Instead, an indescribable beauty flooded into my heart.

At this moment, everyone, every creature, heard what they thought was the most beautiful voice from Monet's singing.

Some people think back to their bitter first love.

Some thought of parents who were long gone.

There are many people who think of the hardships they have experienced, and for a moment... seem to be pulled back to that unbearable time.

These are not necessarily all good though.

But it must be a direct hit to the soul.

In the stands, several disguised tenth-level people showed surprised expressions.

Then looking at Monet's eyes, it also began to flicker with unknown brilliance.

What is the most shocking thing?

That is often the most beautiful, when it is the most glamorous, drag it to an end, and tear it apart for everyone to see.

Bloody, cruel, realistic, to replace the once beautiful, illusory, unreal.

In Monet's singing, these emotional changes are vividly displayed.

"It's a pity!" Feng Linye sighed.

Now Monet has indeed grasped the true meaning of the soul.

He can play with the soul arbitrarily and guide the heart.

If Monet is not a tireless seeker, but an ambitious person, then with this hand, he can set off countless world catastrophe.

Even so, Feng Linye's evaluation of him was... a pity!

Because Monet was still playing with the soul, he did not touch the deeper meaning.

He also did not reveal his soul, dig his own soul.

It can be said that this song that touches the soul has no soul in itself.

It's a mouthful to say, but it should be... not difficult to understand.

"He should be given time to grow up, and his appearance has also attracted the attention of a considerable number of people. Although the attention placed on me will not be diminished at all, it can play a role as a blindfold." Feng Lin Thought at night.

Anyone who can play magic knows that the less props used, the more difficult the magic itself.

Monet acted as a prop for Feng Linye.

And Lu Qinglu!

the same!

It was Lu Qinglu who Feng Linwen contacted.

This female sword immortal, who once stabilized Feng Linwan's head in terms of IQ, and taught Feng Linwan many swordsmen, has not appeared in Feng Linwan's life for a long time.

The former Feng Linye actually resisted dealing with Lu Qinglu a little bit.

And now... he took the initiative to find Lu Qinglu.

There are some doubts that he has not solved yet, so he wants to get an answer.

At the same time, Lu Qinglu was attracted, and Feng Linwen was also tentatively releasing a signal, sending out a smoke bomb.

"He wants to ask the ancient immortal Buddha to help out again?"

"Are you really not afraid of losing your tail?" It was Big Fatty who spoke. Although Big Fatty was a Buddha, he was not an ancient immortal Buddha. Looking closely at his Dharmakaya, it was not difficult to notice that there were many traces of other cultivation ways on his body.

Fifth Master Qiao pulled his pipe, took a puff, and said with a smoke ring: "This is his cleverness! He knew that Lu Qinglu and Gu Xianfo were entangled and had a deep relationship, but he still came to her. "

"Then why didn't he just contact Master Yuding, or Zhen Yuanzi?"

Fifth Master Qiao shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not because the flags represented by Master Yuding and Zhen Yuanzi are too clear. Once they are brought into the game, there is absolutely no room for manoeuvre."

"It seems... our general Feng Linxen has not made any progress. Even if we can break the real world, our methods are still the same."

It seems that playing with mysteries has always been Feng Linxun's forte.

This time, it seems that there is no exception.

At the same time, behind the tricks ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ makes use of the contradictory relationship between different forces, both sides, and finally reap the benefits of the fisherman, which is also one of the routines Feng Linwen used.

This point is well known to those who have studied Feng Linye.

"Don't underestimate him. Although the methods are similar, each time he uses it differently. If you are careless, you may really capsize in the gutter." The fat man said with a smile.

Although it was a worried tone, it did not seem to be really worried.

They didn't look down on Feng Linye.

It's just... Feng Linye is only level 9 after all.

There is still a big, big, big difference between the ninth and tenth grades.

Some differences cannot be made up by wisdom.

Big Fatty and Qiao Wuye seemed to be discussing Feng Linye, but they were actually testing each other.

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