Chapter 211 The Magic Sound Penetrating the Brain
Who would have thought that in addition to the bones of the Ancestral Dragon, there would also be the Heart of the Ancestral Dragon in this battlefield? Those who obtain the Heart of the Ancestral Dragon will not become immortals, but gods, towering above the immortal world, gods beyond the heavens!
The eyes of the usually calm Xuanyuan family head also became fanatical, "Kill these monsters and take back the heart of the ancestor dragon!"
The monsters also rushed forward with roars. They not only wanted to release their king, but also wanted to take a bite of the Ancestral Dragon's Heart and become the supreme demon. So both sides engaged in a fierce battle again.
The three demons wanted to absorb the devil energy to heal themselves, but they heard Zhong Ling'er's voice, "Demons, you are going to die soon. Do you feel the power of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder? Do you see the Divine Thunder Pool? Once these things outside are dealt with, it will be your turn soon."
"We are not comparable to those rubbish outside, and who told you that we are afraid of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder?"
The Shadow Demon looked at Zhong Ling'er accurately, making her feel as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"You will know if you are afraid if you try. I am just kindly advising you not to struggle in vain and save some strength to resist the lightning."
The three celestial demons looked at each other. There were not many things that could hurt them, but the Purple Sky Divine Thunder was definitely one of them. Could it be that the Immortal Realm was willing to use the Divine Thunder Pool to deal with them?
If there really is a pool of divine thunder waiting for them, then this time there might not be even ashes left of them.
At Zhong Ling'er's signal, Xuanyuan Hongzhi pasted several purple thunder talismans on the cell. Smaller thunders sounded, and purple lightning flashed on the cell wall. The whole heart twitched again. The demonic energy disappeared where the lightning flashed, and the red color on the surface of the heart became more vivid.
Zhong Ling'er looked at the huge heart carefully. Fortunately, only the apex of the heart was damaged and it was still beating strongly. There was no need to worry about Qinglong having a heart attack.
The demons inside were also attacked by the purple thunder dragon, which made them look more frightened. What they had to do now was not to heal their wounds, but to escape quickly. Otherwise, if it happened a few more times, their injuries would only get worse. While the monks outside were clearing out the monsters, they had to rush out of the cage as soon as possible.
But how to get out?
Zhong Ling'er sighed, "Ah, this Heavenly Demon has so much demonic energy. The demonic energy of the twelve Heavenly Demons can cultivate such a large number of monsters. It's really troublesome!"
The three demons looked at each other, took a step back, and moved further away from each other, because they saw the same idea in each other's eyes: if they killed him, they would have a large amount of demonic energy to corrode the prison walls, enough demonic energy to repair their own injuries, and the loss of ten thousand years would also be made up. This was the best solution.
Suddenly, the Green Demon and the Shadow Demon attacked the Red Demon together. Apparently, the victim had been determined by the other two.
The Red Demon roared, and the surrounding demonic energy transformed into two invisible ghost claws, which made sharp whistling sounds and attacked the Green Demon and the Shadow Demon with terrifying waves.
This angry attack made the demonic energy in his body boil, and his momentum surged, as if he could collapse the heaven and earth and destroy everything.
The Shadow Demon's figure disappeared from the spot, but the entire space was under the control of the Ghost Claw. His figure appeared in mid-air, the wings on his back flapped, and a black lightning struck the Red Demon.
The demonic energy around the Green Demon formed a barrier to block the ghost claws. At the same time, it condensed into a black energy ball and smashed towards the Red Demon.
The three celestial demons fought back and forth, demonic energy continued to surge, the red cell became darker and darker, and it seemed like it was turning into a black heart.
Qinglong brought the small tower and secretly entered the heart of the Ancestral Dragon. The sky demon released demonic energy, and the small tower absorbed it. The small tower absorbed as much as the sky demon released, carefully achieving a delicate balance to prevent the heart from being corroded by the large amount of demonic energy.
Zhong Ling'er nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that she was lucky and won the bet. She said that the state of the three powers of heaven and demon was not a simple sense of distance. It was not that kind of atmosphere when the senior brothers were together. The result was indeed correct. It was hostility and vigilance. As long as there was a suitable reason, they would fight.
Three celestial demons fought each other, the monsters and the monks were fighting in a group, the third senior brother, the eldest senior brother and Leng Qingyu and other handsome men joined forces to fight the enemy, what a beautiful picture.
Zhong Ling'er's blood boiled as she watched the scene. She felt like she was watching a movie. No, she should say she was directing a movie that showed a grand battle scene.
The handsome senior brothers are the protagonists, the devil is the villain, the monsters are the extras, the various spells that soar into the sky are special effects, and the sounds of explosions and swords clashing are sound effects. It is intense, cool, and makes people's blood boil.
Oh, the BGM is bad. Zhong Ling'er amplified the sound of the phonograph amplifier a little bit more. The occasional rumbling thunder and peaceful Buddhist chanting formed a sharp contrast with all this. It was really artistic.
Zhong Ling'er took out the photo stone and recorded everything. She would show it to everyone in the future and it would definitely go down in history. The Oscars owed her a Best Director and Best Cinematography award.
While Zhong Ling'er was immersed in the fantasy of great art, the rest of the people and the demons were in great trouble. It was noisy enough to hear so many people fighting together, and she was still releasing noise. If it was the sound of passionate war drums, it would be fine, but she released the sound of chanting. They could not hear the original tranquility and peace, but only felt like ten thousand bees flying around, making their brains hurt.
"Damn it, stop making these noises immediately, or I'll blow myself up in front of you!"
The long-tailed monster covered its head and rushed straight towards the protective formation where Zhong Ling'er was, issuing a fierce warning.
Zhong Ling'er was shocked. Self-explosion, could he use this to threaten others?
"Junior sister, please put away your magical powers, otherwise not only will he self-destruct, but I will also be unable to bear it."
Yuan Ziwei rushed over, covering his ears and screaming.
Zhong Ling'er was unhappy. These people had no artistic talent and did not know how to appreciate her masterpiece at all.
When the Sanskrit chanting and thunder stopped, all the people and demons breathed a sigh of relief. Being beaten to death was not the most terrifying thing; being driven crazy was.
The long-tailed monster actually looked at Yuan Ziwei with gratitude, turned around and left without attacking him.
"What does he mean? I just made some noise. Is he so resentful? Also, which group are you from? Why are you speaking to the monster?"
Facing Zhong Ling'er's questioning, Yuan Ziwei felt very aggrieved, "Junior sister, your voice doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and the monster's self-destruction is also very troublesome."
Zhong Ling'er stopped talking. Alas, artists have always been difficult to understand. Before Van Gogh went crazy, didn't anyone recognize his artistic value?
Qinglong came back with the small tower, "Oh my god, what kind of devil sound is that piercing your brain? Why did I think the Sanskrit sound was beautiful before? Fortunately, you stopped, otherwise, Zulong's heart would have wanted to perish together with the devil."
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