Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

Bai Yu got the Wind-Listening Ear, and he couldn't help but be happy.

He first spent more than 10 million life experiences to improve the Wind-Listening Ear to the pinnacle.

Then he deliberately controlled his hearing to detect sounds from all directions.

This Wind-Listening Ear is indeed magical. Even the slightest movement nearby cannot escape Bai Yu's ears.

Not only that, even the thick stone wall can't stop his hearing.

He walked along, listening to the movement of the nearby stone room without making a sound.

"Ami, that Buddha, don't run, the abbot can touch it, but I, the monk, can't touch it?"

This is Master Shasheng talking in his sleep.

"Hulu Hulu~"

This is someone snoring in his sleep.

"Don't come over, Brother Peng!"

"Be good, let me see!"

It seems that Feipeng and Baishi are playing a game.

...

Bai Yu went to the cemetery to try again. Many monsters were talking to themselves, and some were arguing with the demon puppet.

As for the two purple demons in the innermost part, there was still no sign of refining.

Bai Yu heard a strange whisper near a purple demon.

This whisper was out of tune, and it seemed like bubbles came out of the throat one by one.

"Lu Da... Yi Ma..."

Just hearing this sound made people dizzy and their souls began to be confused inexplicably.

Bai Yu hurriedly retracted his ears to listen to the wind and practiced the Zuwang Sutra to protect his mind.

No wonder people who have had a lot of contact with monsters have gone crazy. It turns out that just listening to it talking to itself will cause the soul to fall into confusion.

Seeing that it would take a long time before the two purple demons were refined, Bai Yu went to the Demon-Slaying Pavilion.

Taoist Wuwei was still resting his mind on the recliner with his eyes closed.

Bai Yu came forward with a food box and said hello:

"Master, are you taking a break?"

The old Taoist moved his nose:

"What smells so good?"

Bai Yu smiled:

"Thanks to the advance of the monthly salary from Master, I brought a few roasted rabbits and a pot of wine for Master to taste as a token of my appreciation."

"Then why are you wasting time? Why don't you serve them to Master?"

Bai Yu knew Wu Wei's temper, so he didn't argue with him. He placed roasted rabbits and honey wine on the coffee table.

The old Taoist Wu Wei was not polite either. He picked up a rabbit and took a bite.

"It tastes good. Wu Chang's cooking skills are good. It's crispy but not burnt, fresh and juicy."

"But there's too much juice in it. It's a bit sticky."

Bai Yu was stunned. Juice?

"Maybe... because it's a female rabbit?"

The old Taoist took a sip of wine:

"What female rabbit?"

Bai Yu hurriedly said:

"Female rabbits are fat in this season, so there may be too much oil."

"I have removed most of the earthy smell and left some of the original flavor of the rabbit."

"Master, you eat first, I'm going to work."

He ran away.

Leaving only Wuwei, the old Taoist, puzzled, smacked his lips, and said to himself:

"This kid's skills are really good, and the roasted rabbit has a special flavor. I have never tasted this taste in my thousands of years."

Bai Yu slipped into the creation workshop, and Yuan Wu had already started working inside.

Bai Yu greeted Yuan Wu and began to refine the magic-breaking arrows. The two chatted from time to time.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanwu, do monsters have their own language?"

Yuanwu just refined a blood-transforming arrow in one breath and replied:

"I heard from Master that monsters generally have no language, they just speak human and animal language."

"However, some noble monsters are born with a kind of magic language."

"But this kind of magic language cannot be heard by human ears."

Bai Yu's heart moved slightly.

The human ear has limited hearing, such as the ultrasonic wave of bats, which cannot be heard.

But the Wind-Listening Ear seems to have broken through this limit, so Bai Yu heard the monster's language.

Bai Yu thought about it and said:

"Then are there any seniors who have ever cracked the magic language?"

Yuanwu shook his head and said:

"Master didn't say that, but I guess not."

"Ordinary cultivators can't even hear it, let alone crack it."

"What's more, monsters are too weird. Those who try to crack the magic language will definitely be affected by the monsters. Who dares to be so desperate?"

Bai Yu thought about it and agreed.

Curiosity kills the cat. It is better to stay away from monsters.

After a few hours, he refined the first magic-breaking arrow and successfully gained 500 contribution points.

He has decided to gradually increase the success rate to one magic-breaking arrow per day.

The following days were peaceful and fulfilling.

Bai Yu buried monsters and made pills every day, and came to the Demon-Repelling Pavilion to refine magic-breaking arrows from time to time.

His cultivation was also steadily improving.

On this day, he returned to the Yellow Tomb No. 6.

But he saw that the hall was very lively. In addition to Bai Yu, the other eleven people were there.Bai Yu listened briefly and found out that the second list of candidates for the small demon realm had been released.

In theory, those who went in the first batch could take turns to rest this time, unless they signed up on their own initiative.

Bai Yu had no intention of signing up.

Although the harvest in the secret realm was rich, the danger was too great.

He would rather improve his strength step by step as he did now.

Suddenly, Bai Yu heard a completely different whisper in the noisy noise.

Bai Yu was startled and hurriedly activated the Wind-Listening Ear.

"Yiduo... Liya... Ahkula..."

This strange voice was ten or even nine points similar to the whisper of the purple demon!

It was indeed a demon language!

This demon language was uttered in the hall, but Bai Yu could never be sure who was speaking.

Could there be a demon hidden in the Yellow Tomb No. 6?

Is the demon invisible? Or is it possessed?

Bai Yu's heart was in turmoil, and he was about to activate the Wind-Listening Ear with all his strength.

However, at this moment, Night Crow came up with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Wuchang, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Bai Yu remained calm, retracted his ears, and said with a smile:

"Do you have any advice, fellow Daoist Night Crow?"

Night Crow said:

"Two months later, the second trip to the Little Demon Realm will begin. Will fellow Daoist Wuchang participate?"

Bai Yu shook his head:

"I don't plan to participate this time."

Night Crow said it was a pity:

"Fellow Daoist Wuchang is not going, what a pity."

"Last time your team gained a lot, why don't you go this time."

Bai Yu said:

"The Little Demon Realm is too dangerous. I'd better stay in the Burial Demon Tower and live a day-to-day life."

Night Crow hesitated for a while and said:

"What a pity, fellow Daoist Wuchang, if you participate this time, Senior Liehuo asked me to send you a message to let you join our team."

Liehuo Lingjun is the thigh that Night Crow holds.

Bai Yu was alert.

If you are too kind to someone, you are either a traitor or a thief. This Lord of Fiery Flame definitely has bad intentions.

He politely but firmly refused:

"I appreciate Senior Fiery Flame's kindness, but I really don't plan to participate in the next Small Demon Realm."

Ye Ya was anxious and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wu Chang, this is an invitation from Lord of Golden Core."

"You can't refuse an invitation from an elder. You should think about it carefully."

There was even a hint of threat in his words.

In the end, he showed his true colors.

"If it doesn't work, just tell us how you managed to get such a rich harvest."