The dragon domain obviously lit up, and the huge soul aura in the air began to condense again, and the bodies of the bone dragons began to shake up under the soul infusion.
The last ten-sided ambush, although it caused the bone dragons to fall into madness, was stopped by Noxi's forcible reversal of the dragon moon at the beginning of the battle, so the casualties of the bone dragons were very small.
After all, even if it is the same kind, it will take a certain amount of time to break through each other's defenses and completely shatter the bones of their companions.
Although the bone dragons had not fully awakened at this time, Ye Yinzhu had already sensed the crazy aura among them.
Even without Noxi's reminder, he had to silence these bone dragons, otherwise, as soon as Noxie died, these bone dragons' indiscriminate attacks would inevitably destroy him.
Sitting upright, looking at the nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, just in an instant, Ye Yinzhu made himself enter another realm.
That is the realm that belongs to the Divine Sound Master.
It is also the realm that countless divine sound masters dream of.
With both hands pressed on this artifact-level dead wood dragon chant, the strings were no longer sharp, and all that could be felt by the palms and eight fingers was the silky strumming.
Each string exudes a different elemental fluctuation, and they seem to be anxiously calling to themselves to release their power.
The ring finger of his left hand pressed the first string first, and then, Ye Yinzhu's hands moved softly, and his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting the strings made of dragon tendons.
A circle of colorful light centered on Ye Yinzhu's body, or the brand-new dead wood dragon chanting as the center, scattered around, the rhythm was very simple prelude, a soft and low melody, accompanied by a gentle hum, as if it was the comfort of the heart.
The timbre of the Dead Wood Dragon Yinqin was extremely pure, and it was also extremely low, much lower than the tone of the previous Dead Wood Dragon Yin, but it was a humming sound like a real dragon Yin, but in an instant, almost all the bone dragons that had just awakened turned their eyes to the direction where Ye Yinzhu was.
In the fire of their souls, although the madness was still burning, there were a little more doubts.
The hands were gently raised, and then gently dropped, and the chain was flicked, but what was brought was a breathtaking low hum.
There will be a gap between each note and the last, however, their hums overlap to form a deeper rhythm.
The soft yellow light emitted by Ye Yinzhu itself, after being integrated into the dead wood dragon chant, seemed to be rendered by various magics, producing an extremely special sonic resonance.
This feeling has also been felt by the waterfall Liuquanqin.
But unlike the sad rendering of the waterfall, the rendering of the deadwood dragon is domineering and deep.
Like a true divine dragon reborn, it intimidates the dragons.
The tune is always shuttling in low and high, there is no sadness, only the deep comfort, the strings give Ye Yinzhu a very hard feeling, very playable, forced him not only to inject his spiritual power when playing, but also to use fighting spirit to assist his fingers to pluck the strings.
But a strange scene appeared, every time he played the strings, although he didn't do it deliberately, there would be an arc-shaped sound blade floating out, because it was not deliberately issued, the sound blade only flew out three zhang and disappeared invisibly.
The sound blades played by different strings turned out to be different colors, filled with the magic fluctuations of the strings they were on.
Ye Yinzhu devoted himself to the music of the qin, although he also felt the wonder of this guqin, but he had no intention of observing it at this time.
It was too difficult to play this guqin.
Every resonance of the heartstrings with the strings, his heartstrings had to pass through the powerful dragon breath in the dead wood dragon chant.
It was as if it could be broken at any moment.
Every time a simple rhythm is played, the dragon soul in the body of the piano will whimper, making Ye Yinzhu's heart ripple, as if the spiritual imprint and soul are about to be washed away by this guqin.
Fortunately, there was a spiritual guard, so he could barely deter his mind from being hurt by this dead wood dragon chant.
Why, why is this happening.
When I finished making it, I already had a blood confession process, but why would it still attack me, it's terrible.
If it does not confess the Lord, then how powerful its counter-devouring power will become Ye Yinzhu suddenly understood that although he had created this artifact, he was not using the power of the artifact now.
Fortunately, the qin song he was playing in front of him was only a special-purpose ancient song, not a powerful nine famous songs, otherwise, he would not be able to control it at all.
Not only will the mental power and fighting spirit be drained by the Deadwood Dragon Yinqin, but the power of the backlash will also likely cause him to suffer heavy damage.
Discovering this, Ye Yinzhu didn't dare to be distracted, but every time he played a scale, the pause became a little longer.
Holding the yuan to one, he didn't dare to have the slightest distraction in his heart, and while playing, he had to compete with the artifact on his lap.
Eternal brilliance is the name of Ye Yinzhu's performance of this instrument, and it also has several nicknames, memorial songs, consolation songs or requiems, which are specially used to mourn the dead and soothe the soul.
In the past few days, when making the guqin, Ye Yinzhu has been thinking about what kind of qin music can make the side effects of the ambush disappear.
Thinking about it, he thought of the eternal brilliance of this inconspicuous song.
Bone dragons are necromancy, they need appeasement, ambush on all sides fuels their own madness, and eternal light calms them down again.
Facts have proved that Ye Yinzhu's judgment is completely correct.
Under the effect of the low chanting of the piano, the bone dragons became calmer and calmer, and the crazy aura in the air gradually dissipated.
The Eternal Light played its greatest role when the bone dragons had just awakened and had not yet begun to kill each other.
The madness brought about by the ambush on all sides gradually faded away.
Ye Yinzhu's hands became more and more condensed, fortunately, his qin magic had been upgraded to the fifth order of the sword gall and qin heart, which made him greatly increase his control over this artifact-level deadwood dragon yin, due to the large consumption of spiritual power, the divine light in his eyes had gradually dimmed.
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But the souls of the bone dragons are gradually returning to normal.
The Divine Dragon Noxie has always been prostrate on the side watching Ye Yinzhu play the piano, the eternal brilliance brings him a feeling of calm like water, this strong man in the history of the dragon clan has come to the end of his life, and his soul that is about to dissipate can no longer even support his broken body to stand up from the ground.
The hero is in the twilight, and in his calm dragon eyes, there is a little more sadness.
Hum, with the last eight fingers, this requiem is finally over, and the bone dragon outside has returned to normal, under the full light of the dragon moon, each moving slowly in place, like a long-sleeping person stretching their muscles and bones.
Pressing the strings with both hands, Ye Yinzhu felt a dizziness in his brain, which was obviously a situation of mental overdraft, "It's okay."
The side effects of the ambush on all sides are gone.
Actually, I couldn't have been able to get the most out of that piece.
The remnants of the madness of your people are not strong. ” "Thank you."
Looking at Ye Yinzhu, the soul of the Divine Dragon, which had dimmed and only had a spark left, sighed and said, "I have rarely said this word of thanks in my life, but now I have to say it to you.
With your help, the Dragons Sanctuary averted the danger of collapse.
Although I am about to lose this place and lose the ability to transform into foreign dragons in the future, after all, the holy land has been preserved, and the roots of the dragon clan have been preserved.
It's a pity" Noxie paused, his huge body seemed to struggle to get up, but he couldn't, he just got up slightly and fell back into place again, the crystal milky white keel making a tooth-aching sound.
"What is a pity," Ye Yinzhu asked curiously.
Noxie said lightly: "It's a pity that you, like me, are about to leave this world." ” Ye Yinzhu was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, a mutation suddenly appeared, and a soul fire shining with pale golden brilliance instantly shot out from Noxi's huge head, with his last trace of spiritual imprint, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to Ye Yinzhu, and with the departure of the soul fire, Noxi's huge body fell to the ground, announcing that this divine dragon had left the world of the dragon forever.
There is no possibility of defense at all, it is the soul piercing of the divine dragon Ye Yinzhu only felt that there was an alienation in front of him, and the dazzling golden light had already passed through the center of his eyebrows.
The body became stiff in an instant, and all the feelings around him were instantly far away, Ye Yinzhu was like an eternal statue, and even the last trace of expression remained at the moment just now.
The Dragon Domain regained its calm, but at this moment, Ye Yinzhu's spiritual world was full of waves of death.
This is a pale golden ocean, Ye Yinzhu's phantom is quietly suspended in the sky, not far in front of him, shrouded by a white divine light, the dragon body of the divine dragon stands proudly.
Noxie finally regained his true body in this spiritual world, and his whole body was covered with a strong light, which was also the last light he could emit in his life.
The scales of the divine dragon were completely milky white, unlike any kind of dragon that Ye Yinzhu had ever seen before, the single horn on his head stood proudly, and every subtle part of his body was so harmonious, especially the pair of silver dragon eyes, which were even more terrifying.
"Why," Ye Yinzhu said with some pain.
Knox stared at him coldly, "No why. ” Ye Yinzhu's eyes showed a trace of sadness, as if he still had the last glimmer of hope, "Haven't I become a foreign dragon clan, and I am already a part of your dragon clan, why do you still treat me like this?"
To be continued: