Chapter 298 Sound Array

At the height of hundreds of feet, Zhou Xing rode a snow-white monster, holding a blue cloud umbrella, and clouds and fog suspended under his feet. The golden sword flew beside him, above the vast Hongjiang River and under the dark sky, as if a fairy was coming to the world.

"Is this the feeling of flying..." Zhou Xing looked down, and no matter how powerful the waves were, they could not reach his position. At this moment, he is in the sky, riding monsters and driving in the clouds. A white Tianyun robe, scattered with a faint light, holy as a fairy.

"Oh!!!" The snow-white monster roared excitedly, and its four hooves shook in the clouds. In this way, the feeling of flying in the air made it extremely happy, and even the terrible flood under its feet was forgotten.

"Boom...Boom..." While Zhou Xing flew up, the overwhelming waves hit the houses and completely submerged them in an instant, including the Peony Pavilion and the Wangjiang Tower.

The turbulent waves, rolled up with yellow mud, like evil dragons, raging wildly in the distance. Private houses and even small hills were completely buried in the waves.

This flood is really appalling.

Zhou Xing is both sad and happy. The sad thing is that those houses that have poured countless people's hearts and minds will be destroyed in an instant. He is so happy that he can use all the true elements in this tense moment, so that the clouds produced by the Qingyun Umbrella can carry them to fly.

Ling empty crossing, this is generally only done by Jindan monks. Flying is what all monks and even mortals dream of. However, the world is so big that there are tens of thousands of practitioners, and few of them can do it.

Zhou Xing's heart is full of blood and excitement. Although he relies on the Qingyun umbrella, it is really flying. However, the price of flying like this is the great consumption of Zhenyuan. In a short time, he felt that his Zhenyuan was ten times faster than the usual consumption of using the Qingyun umbrella. Perhaps this is mainly the burden of the snow-white monster, but even if it is himself, it will consume a lot.

With his true element, he can't support him to fly for too long. It is impossible to fly in the air for a long time like the Jindan monk.

"Let's go to the mountain over there." Zhou Xing patted the snow-white monster and pointed to a green mountain bump that had not been buried in the distance.

The monster "wooed" and pedaled its four hoofs and stepped on the clouds under its feet. It was a little inconvenient to walk. Its eyes looked at the flood below, and the rolling turbulent made it tremble all over. If it was not careful, it fell from the cloud turned into a green cloud umbrella. Even with its strength, even if it was not injured, it would be very It's embarrassing.

Zhou Xing laughed and said, "So you are afraid of heights."

"Wo!" The snow-white monster roared dissatisfiedly, and then moved forward carefully, gradually walking more and more steadily. Finally, it began to run up, shouted excitedly, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

One person and one beast landed on the top of the mountain, and he felt that even the mountain was shocked by the flood. Zhou Xing dispersed Zhenyuan, and the clouds under his feet slowly faded away. There is an excited smile on his face. With this experience of flying, he can fly whenever he wants in the future.

Zhou Xing waved his hand and took Yuan Jian back into his body. Then he looked into the distance. As he looked, the Hongfeng had spread to more than ten miles away, ruthlessly engulfing the nearby farmland. The smile on his face faded, showing a touch of sadness. He grew up in the countryside. Naturally, he knew what these farmland meant to the people. If such waves go down, the crops within a hundred miles will be completely destroyed.

Zhou Xing's heart moved, frowned, looked at more than half of the submerged mountain under him, and said to himself, "No! The strong man in armor said that the Qingjiang River will have a flood every few years, and the time is extremely accurate! Then why are there so many trees that have been uprooted under the mountain? It will take at least decades for these trees to grow so big. Before the flood, it was obviously a big tree.

There is one more thing wrong! Since they know the time of the flood, why do those people plant so many crops? Aren't they worried about being washed away?

The more Zhou Xing thinks about it, the more strange it is, but he can't figure out what's going on.

At this moment, a sound sounded from a distance, and Zhou Xing's expression changed and he quickly looked into the distance.

There are more than a dozen figures flying in the air, quite fast, flying towards the center of the land of Luhuai.

"All can fly, Jindan monk!" Zhou Xing was shocked that it was incredible that so many Jindan monks appeared at the same time.

When you get close, you will see these people. There are men and women, most of whom are young and have extraordinary temperament. The strangest thing is that each of them holds a musical instrument.

Some hold drums and gongs, some hold harps, some hold horizontal flutes, and long flutes, pipas, and zithers...

It was the first time for Zhou Xing to see such a variety of musical instruments appear at the same time. When he saw the Guzheng, his heart suddenly moved: "Mingyue Fairy! Is it the person of Yue Xianzong!"

Those people flew closer in the blink of an eye. A woman in a silver gauze and indifferent temperament flew out. The woman took a white jade flute and flew in the direction of Zhou Xing. She fell to the top of the mountain and looked at Zhou Xing. She left a few more glances at the snow-white monster beside him, and then said coldly, "Taoist friend, what are you? Man, why are you here?"

Zhou Xing did not dare to use the illusion. He arched his hand and said, "Senior, the younger generation is a disciple of the Liang School, and he came here..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "I'm not your predecessor. There are floods here, and I'm going to help with the disaster relief. If you don't leave here, don't make a sound and don't disturb us.

Zhou Xing was dumb and didn't know what to say.

After saying that, the woman in silver suddenly rose up, flew into the air, and stopped in mid-air not far from Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing felt a little puzzled and couldn't take his eyes off her, wanting to know how she would save the disaster.

The woman in silver seemed to be aware of Zhou Xing's eyes. She turned her head and glanced at her, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of disgust.

At this time, the remaining dozen people also flew in the sky. They were scattered everywhere and were several miles apart. Each of them was outstanding and elegant. Even Zhou Xing was amazed. He meditated a little, and a little gold flashed in his eyes. Everyone's cultivation here fell into his eyes. At this look, it was even more delicious. Shock: "They are all about building foundations! Unexpectedly, they can all fly! What's going on?"

At this time, a woman's voice in the distance was clear and resounded on the flood. "Dear brothers and sisters, let me set up the sound array."

"Yes, senior sister."

"Sister, I'm ready."

The woman in silver, who is the closest to Zhou Xing, said lightly, "Senior sister, this flood is getting more and more extensive. Let's start quickly." Her voice is much more beautiful than when she talks to Zhou Xing.

"Ying..." The senior sister held the guzheng in her hand, and the sound of Qingyue sounded out.

Then, the rest of the people began to play music one after another.

"Dong! Dong! "Song!" The young man holding the drum struck with two hammers, and his voice was loud.

Then the lute, the harp, the long flute... played one after another. The woman in silver picked up the white jade flute in her hand and put it on her mouth. The melodious sound of the flute echoed with the sound of other musical instruments. With so many instruments played at the same time, there was no abruptness or annoyance, as if she suddenly left from the flood and reached the holy place of music.

These tunes are either high, tactful, or intense, intertwined.

At this moment, Zhou Xing couldn't help sinking into this beautiful music, and even the sound of the waves was completely covered up.

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