Chapter 165 Chapter 168, The Grandmaster of Cheating Girls, the Miraculous Sound Waves "The great method of cultivating demons in the heart of the Tao?" Shi Qingxuan asked curiously: "Master Ouyang, you are already a great master who is famous in the martial arts world, and you even defeated the martial arts master Bi Xuan. With your astonishing cultivation, why do you still want such an evil technique as the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique?" Ouyang Feng said calmly: "Is the Dao Heart Planting Demon Method very evil?" "of course!" Shi Qingxuan tapped her chin lightly, her flawless and beautiful face looking solemn: "As far as Qingxuan knows, although the Dao Heart Demon Seeding Technique is the supreme secret technique of the Demon Sect, no one has ever mastered it since ancient times. The final outcome of all practitioners is that they cannot control the demon seed, become possessed by the devil, and die from the devil's fire." No, there are still people who have mastered the "Dao Heart Planting Demon Method", such as Xiang Yutian, who used the true essence of the "Evil Emperor's Relics" to truly practice the Dao Heart Planting Demon Method to perfection. However, Xiang Yutian was very cunning. He faked his death and deceived everyone, making everyone mistakenly believe that he had died of insanity. In fact, he had hidden himself and quietly broken the void.
Ouyang Feng thought in his heart and said: "Of course I know that the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique is dangerous. But I don't want to practice this magic technique. I just want to learn from its useful concepts and improve my own technique." "I see." Shi Qingxuan nodded and reminded: "Given your realm, Qingxuan shouldn't have said anything about your martial arts training, but the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique has a drawback, which is that it can change a person's character fundamentally. For example, a person with an evil nature can be transformed into a kind person with compassion for the world, but it can also turn a chivalrous person into a demon who does all kinds of evil." Ouyang Feng said: "Thank you Qingxuan for reminding me. The heart of Tao plants the devil. It has both the heart of Tao and the devil. Good and evil coexist and they are mutually reinforcing. This is what it should be like." If he specialized in cultivating the "demon in the heart of Tao", there was no guarantee that he would undergo the kind of change in his character that Shi Qingxuan described. But the problem is, he doesn't know how to specialize in this skill. He just wants to integrate the essence of this magic skill into his "Hunyuan Wuji Gong", just like he integrated it into other skills such as Bingxuan Jin, Tianmo Mi, Changsheng Jue, Ningzhen Jiubian, Yan Yang Dafa, etc. Use the "chaotic" nature of Hunyuan Wuji Gong to embrace all other skills, and your own mind will be like a precious mirror hanging high, reflecting and coordinating everything. No matter how terrifying and evil your nature is, it is just an empty shadow reflected in the mirror. How can it affect my original heart? Seeing that he looked so confident, Shi Qingxuan didn't want to remind him any more. After all, she was not a grandmaster, so how could she know the methods of a grandmaster? Now change the topic: "Does Master Ouyang have any new songs recently?" "No." Ouyang Feng shook his head decisively: “I have no interest in music.” Shi Qingxuan pursed her lips and smiled: "Master Ouyang can express his feelings through music, and his attainments in music are truly extraordinary. How could he not be interested in music?" Ouyang Feng said frankly: "I learn music only to cultivate my musical skills. What I like is only related to martial arts. I have no interest in music itself." Shi Qingxuan didn't believe it. How can a person who has no interest in music perfectly integrate artistic conception into music? It’s like a person who has no interest in food, how can he become a great chef? Is it just because of your good knife skills?
She was just about to start with the music skills and discuss with Ouyang Feng, a rare music master who could sing in harmony with her music, when she suddenly heard a shrill scream. The shriek originated from the foot of the mountain and spread to the small temple on the mountainside. It remained condensed and did not dissipate. It also contained an extremely violent meaning, obviously coming from a master with extremely profound internal skills and a very cruel temperament. "The four people from the Evil Extreme Sect are here." Shi Qingxuan glanced sideways outside the temple gate, then looked at Ouyang Feng, and said with a smile: "How does Master Ouyang plan to deal with them?" "When we met in Dongping last year, Meng Qingxuan taught me the superior sound skill. I have also gained some insights recently, so...how is the sound skill?" As he spoke, Ouyang Feng stretched his hands behind his back and pretended to drag something, and then he really "dragged" out an iron kite from behind. Seeing the iron zither, Shi Qingxuan couldn't help but open her mouth slightly and open her beautiful eyes wide, looking as cute and innocent as a little girl. After being stunned for a while, she asked in surprise: "This... such a big iron zither, where did you get it from?" Ouyang Feng's eyes were calm and he said calmly: "I was carrying it on my back." Shi Qingxuan pouted her moist pink lips and looked at him with a look that said, "You are kidding me." "On your back? Why didn't I see it?" "I used illusion to hide its existence." Ouyang Feng remained calm and said, "Qingxuan, your cultivation is still shallow. You can't see through the illusion, so naturally you can't see this iron zither." Shi Qingxuan was skeptical, "Really?" Ouyang Feng thought about it and shook his head: "I lied to you." "..." Shi Qingxuan was speechless. Ouyang Feng did not explain and began to tune the zither strings. Shi Qingxuan puffed up her cheeks and looked angrily at the great master who deceived the little girl without batting an eyelid and showed no guilt at all. She was just about to complain about him when suddenly a baby cried outside the temple, which then turned into the sound of a woman crying for help. The sound was strange, coming from the left and right, forward and backward, and uncertain, like the cry of a ghost in a ghost story, and it went straight to the heart, trying to stir up the fear deep in people's hearts. But both Ouyang Feng and Shi Qingxuan acted as if nothing had happened, as if they had not heard it. At this time, the erratic ghostly cries gradually stopped wandering around and gathered outside the temple gate. They continued to grow louder and louder, and soon became high-pitched and piercing, as if thousands of wronged souls who had died tragically were piled together, all howling for their lives and approaching the small temple step by step. There is something special about this devilish sound. Ordinary people would be frightened to death immediately. If an ordinary warrior lacks spiritual cultivation, he will become uneasy and full of fear, and his strength will be greatly reduced. Unfortunately, Shi Qingxuan came from a family of learned magic techniques and was very familiar with them. She was also a master of sound skills, so this magic sound was just a slightly harsh noise to her. As for Ouyang Feng, he had already overcome the "Life-Calling Sanskrit Sound", let alone this little thing? He calmly tuned the zither strings, and when the evil sound approached the temple gate, he suddenly plucked the zither strings with the five fingers of his right hand. The entire iron zither shook and a deafening roar suddenly erupted, like a thunderbolt in a clear sky.
Under the deafening sound of thunder, the ghostly cries and devilish voices seemed like ghosts encountering the sun, or like evil spirits struck by lightning, and instantly turned into the shrill screams of human voices. Amid screams, a woman in colorful clothes, who looked only 28 years old but had fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, staggered into the temple gate, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground with a thud. After falling to the ground, she struggled to support herself with her hands, raised her upper body, stared at Ouyang Feng with her eyes wide open, and said in a trembling voice: "you you……" The thunderous sound of the zither just now not only broke her magic voice, but also hurt her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe. Ouyang Feng did not even raise his head and played the iron zither leisurely. Shi Qingxuan introduced in a low voice: "She is 'Mistress Mei' Jin Huanzhen, one of the four disciples of the Xieji Sect." Ouyang Feng nodded slowly, and the soft and soothing zither sound gradually became passionate and rapid, giving people a feeling that it was accumulating momentum and brewing earth-shattering power. Jin Huanzhen, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly changed his expression and screamed: "Don't do it yet!" At the same time, he pushed the ground with both hands and kicked the ground with the toes of both feet. His body crawling on the ground was like a colorful giant snake, rushing towards Ouyang Feng. When Jin Huanzhen rushed forward, the temple wall on the left exploded, and a tall man wearing a flat crown and holding an iron mace rushed in. Shi Qingxuan said quickly: "'The Great Emperor' Ding Jiuzhong!" Even as he was speaking, a large hole appeared in the temple wall on the right, and an ugly man with a short and strong stature, arms as thick as tree trunks and palms as red as blood rushed in. "'Bare Hands' Zhou Lao sighed!" As Shi Qingxuan introduced, the roof of the temple exploded with a loud bang. As broken tiles flew everywhere, a tall and thin figure holding a huge one-legged bronze man smashed down on Ouyang Feng's head. "You are doing this in a perverse way, even the birds are tired!" All four members of the Xieji Sect arrived here and began to besiege Ouyang Feng. However, they were obviously not well-informed enough and did not recognize that the young man in white was Ouyang Feng, the newly-promoted grandmaster who had recently become famous in the martial arts world. The reason why the four of them surrounded him was simply because he severely injured Jin Huanzhen with the sound of his zither, demonstrating his extraordinary skills. You Niaojuan and the other three did not want to wait any longer, so they simply used their numbers to bully the few and ended the battle quickly. Faced with being surrounded by four people. Ouyang Feng still did not raise his head, but plucked the zither strings quickly, and the accumulated power finally poured out. Rumble… Amid the roar like thunder, the four besiegers felt a trance before their eyes. Ouyang Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on a cushion and playing the iron zither, seemed to have turned into a general sitting high on the battlefield. The hand playing the zither seemed to be waving a command flag. As the zither music became more passionate and the command flag waved, a group of iron cavalry rushed out wildly, split into four groups, and madly crashed into You Niaojuan and the other four! what-- Jin Huanzhen, who was crawling on the ground, shrieked and rolled around, trying desperately to avoid the charge of the iron cavalry that seemed real but unreal. However, the charging iron cavalry were so dense that she had no room to dodge. In a blink of an eye, there were crisp bangs on her body, mixed with the sound of broken bones, and dents the size of bowls were left on her body. It seemed as if she had been trampled by the iron hooves! left. "The Great Emperor" Ding Jiuzhong, holding an iron mace, swung it angrily and confronted the heavy armored cavalry that was rushing towards him, not knowing whether it was real or an illusion. clang! With a loud bang, he used his mace to smash the lance that was stabbing at the chest of the armored heavy cavalry, then used another mace to smash the horse's head, and used another mace to knock the heavy cavalry off the horse. However, after he had used three maces to blow up the "heavy cavalry" and just revealed a hint of a grim smile, countless armored heavy cavalry rushed towards him. He didn't know how this small temple could accommodate so many armored heavy cavalry charging at the same time. Looking at the group of heavily armored cavalry that were pushing forward like a solid wall, the grim smile on Ding Jiuzhong's face suddenly froze. Right.
Seeing Jin Huanzhen being trampled by the iron hooves, her body was covered with numerous pits and her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding at the same time. Zhou Laotan, who was her husband, let out a wild roar and his pair of bloody palms suddenly swelled up and became the size of millstones in a blink of an eye. He pushed his hands and blasted out a fishy and hot, violent palm force like a tidal wave, which blew up the iron cavalry in front of him with one blow. When he was about to rush to rescue Jin Huanzhen, a dense group of heavily armored cavalrymen, like an iron wall, swept towards him. Not only Jin Huanzhen, Ding Jiuzhong and Zhou Laotan on the ground encountered the "heavy armored cavalry". Even You Niaojuan, who was swooping down from the air, ran into a group of cavalry rushing down from below. Without having time to think about how the cavalry could charge into the sky, You Niaojuan hurriedly waved his one-legged sword to block one lance after another that was aimed at him, and blasted one armored heavy cavalry after another. Although he relied on the powerful martial arts of the eighth of the eight great masters of the Demon Sect to protect himself for a while, his body that was diving downward was thrown into the air and then gradually rose up along the same path. In the eyes of the four people from Xieji Sect, they were encountering an extremely unreasonable cavalry assault. But the battle situation in the eyes of bystander Shi Qingxuan was completely different. She saw that, along with Ouyang Feng's sonorous zither music that sounded like a silver bottle breaking and an iron cavalry charging, blurry, translucent sound energy rays that looked like clear water waves flew out from the iron zither, split into four streams, and bombarded the four people from the Xieji Sect respectively. Among them, Jin Huanzhen, who had just suffered a serious injury and had not yet recovered, was the worst off. She could only dodge once or twice before being hit by the energy beams. Several sonic energy beams easily broke her body's protective true qi. The successive sonic energy beams were like countless meteor iron fists, hitting her in succession, creating dense pits on her body and causing crackling sounds of bones breaking from head to toe. Ding Jiuzhong and Zhou Laotan were also bombarded by the continuous and surging sound waves and energy beams. They could only try their best to use their best skills to resist, but gradually they began to be overwhelmed and unable to cover themselves. From time to time, they were hit by a sound wave or energy beam. Although they were not seriously injured for the time being thanks to the protective true qi, they were becoming increasingly weak. Only You Niaojuan was in a slightly better condition. Although he was blasted away by the sound waves that rushed up against him and could no longer get close to Ouyang Feng, he could at least still block it. "He really has developed such a miraculous sonic skill!" Shi Qingxuan was amazed. Her sonic skills mainly attack the mind. It relies on shaking the enemy's mind, making the enemy's blood boil, causing the true energy to flow wildly, and hurting the body. If the enemy's mind is strong enough and there is no chance for her to take advantage of him, then her sound skills will be useless and will not hurt the enemy at all. This was the first time she had seen such real lethal sound skills as Ouyang Feng's. At this time, Jin Huanzhen had been blown to pieces, with not a single piece of intact skin on his body, and he had completely stopped breathing. Therefore, the sound energy that was originally bombarded towards Jin Huanzhen was divided into two streams and joined the attack against Ding Jiuzhong and Zhou Laotan. The two of them had a hard time resisting, and frequently revealed flaws, and were hit a few times from time to time. Now with the addition of new power, the two could no longer resist. In just a few breaths, Ding Jiuzhong's iron mace was shaken out of his hand and flew away, his chest was wide open, and he was hit in the chest by several meteor-like sound energy beams. He immediately vomited blood and was thrown into the air, and then he was hit in the chest and abdomen by the continuous sound waves and energy beams that followed. Amid the sharp sound of bones cracking, Ding Jiuzhong's chest and abdomen were covered with numerous pits. He died before he hit the ground. Zhou Laotan was blown into the air almost at the same time as Ding Jiuzhong. Before he landed on the ground, he was chased and beaten to death by the sonic energy that was like a meteor-like iron fist. After killing three people in one breath, Ouyang Feng suddenly pressed the strings of the zither with both hands. The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and the torrent of sound waves that was bombarding You Niaojuan also stopped abruptly. You Niaojuan had been blown more than ten feet into the air by the sound wave power and had already flown out of the small temple. His vision was blocked by the temple roof, and his qi perception was disrupted by the sound wave power. He did not notice the situation of Ding Jiuchong, Zhou Laotan, and Jin Huanzhen at all. Seeing that the sound waves had stopped, he thought that Ouyang Feng's strength was insufficient and he could no longer make the zither music, so he let out a wild roar and swooped down again. It was not until he rushed into the temple through the hole in the temple roof that he saw Jin Huanzhen, Ding Jiuzhong, and Zhou Laotan lying dead. You Niaojuan was horrified. Just as he was about to take a deep breath and turn around to escape, Ouyang Feng stood up leisurely, then swung the iron zither with both hands and hit You Niaojuan fiercely. This attack looked like someone who had no martial arts skills was swinging a blunt weapon and smashing things around. But in You Niaojuan's eyes, he felt that this attack seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. The arc drawn by the iron zither seemed to coincide with some eternal, predetermined trajectory from birth to death, which made him feel a pessimistic sense of fate that his life and death were controlled by his opponent and that he was destined to die here.
However, You Niaojuan is, after all, one of the eight great masters of the Demon Sect. Even if he is only ranked last, he still has some real skills. When the great terror between life and death came, he suddenly broke free from the pessimistic sense of fatalism and suddenly realized that this was just an illusion caused by the suppression of his mind. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize it. He had no time to move the one-legged bronze man to block the attack from the iron zither. Bang! With a loud bang, the iron zither swung by Ouyang Feng hit You Niaojuan's chest hard, causing him to fly sideways. He then hit the temple wall with a bang, and the splattering blood painted the entire temple wall a bloody red. [Two updates today, please give me your monthly votes! ] (End of this chapter)