Day and night alternate, sunset and moon rise, and in a blink of an eye, a few days passed quickly. And the long-awaited magic sound finally came slowly from the cave.

In the past few days, dozens of monks have arrived one after another, and finally, the monks who were waiting for the Demon Sound Trial in front of the cave reached an astonishing 160.

You should know that although there are many cultivators in the spiritual world, these many two-word words are just compared to the lower world. The cultivators who can come to the cave to trial are all cultivators above the magical power realm. If they are placed in the lower world, they will be a terrifying force that can destroy the entire lower world, not to mention that more than twenty of them have reached the amazing strength of more than half-saints.

When the subtle and strange sound sounded, all the monks felt a stern heart, and then quickly found their place, stabilized their minds with their own cultivation postures, began to listen carefully to the demon sound, and accepted this hard-won trial.

Fun Xiaonan also sat cross-legged with his legs, closed his eyes tightly, and focused all his attention on his ears.

Compared to the intrusion when dealing with the demons, this demon sound does not have the deceptive and distracting feeling of the demons. It is more like the most miserable call made by a person in extreme pain, which makes people feel numb, palpitations, panic and helpless. At first, when he heard it, Xiao Nan, like many monks who were undergoing the trial, did not feel anything strange. Some demon cultivators even showed their faces. Of course, only a few perverted demon cultivators would appreciate this scream like pleasant music.

As time goes by, the magic sound gradually showed a hideous face to the monks.

Shape, sound, smell, smell, and touch are the five feelings of a person. If the feeling in one aspect is strong enough, it will start to have a wonderful interaction between these five feelings. Whether ordinary people or monks, they are within the scope of action. Similar colors seem to have temperature, sounds seem to have image, and cold and warm seem to have weight.

The demon sound seemed to have become much louder than it was at the beginning, and the pain from the depths of the soul was also aggravated invisibly, making some monks look solemn during this trial, and some even gritted their teeth to support it, hoping to smoothly operate the spiritual energy. Several monks faced the gradually increasing demon sound, and after repeated weighing the trade-offs, they chose to give up, jumped up from their original cultivation position and retreated backwards from the range of the demon sound.

After all, only when one lives are there is infinite possibilities.

The imitation of Xiaonan's chaotic spiritual power of the world was originally operative, and many distracting thoughts and desires would rise. Therefore, under the dual interference of the magic sound and the chaotic spiritual power of the world, the mental shock he suffered was several times that of the other monks. Fortunately, he was very self-aware from the beginning and chose almost the most back position. Although the interference was severe, it was within his tolerance range.

With this increasing pressure, when the chaotic spiritual power of the red dust in Xiaonan's body was circulating, it was like being under huge water pressure in the deep trench. Every trace of spiritual power flowed not only made his mind hurt like a sledgehammer, but even his muscles were sore all over his body, and cold sweat kept flowing out of him, soaking his whole body like a bath.

More than ten days passed by, and just when Fun Xiaonan thought he could no longer support him, the slowly increasing magic sound suddenly stopped.

Fun Xiaonan was like a drowning person who was approaching death suddenly gained sufficient oxygen. The flow of spiritual power in the chaos of the world suddenly accelerated, but the divine thoughts could firmly control every trace of spiritual energy perfectly.

A kind of pleasure deep in his soul filled his brain, and he wanted to stand up and run wildly, singing loudly. This feeling of controlling spiritual energy was as if Xiaonan had only relied on the yin and yang spirit before.

Most of the monks who did not give up the trial correctly evaluated their strength, and some of them resisted the destruction of the demon sound in the painful trial. Now the pressure has suddenly decreased, most of the aura has continued to rise, and several monks have overflowed their spiritual energy, with vague signs of breakthrough.

But this happy scene made Fun Xiaonan feel alert and always felt something was wrong. Before he could raise his sword eyebrows, he twisted them into a ball.

No! The Demon Sound Trial has been one month! It’s still too short now!

Fun Xiaonan quickly guarded his mind and firmly suppressed the speed of the chaotic power of the world. The distracting thoughts and desires in his mind also decreased a lot as the spiritual power decreased.

As expected, Xiaonan had just suppressed his spiritual power, and a huge shock of sound wave surged from the inconspicuous cave!

The monks who were just showing joy were as if they were struck by lightning, all of them were pale and closed their eyes to hold on. Some people even covered their heads with their hands and kept rolling and howling on the beach. These howlings mixed with the impact of the magic sound, making the magic sound more powerful!

Especially several monks who let their minds hit the bottleneck when the demon sound stopped, were even more miserable. Each of them had blood flowed out of their seven orifices. Among them, two monks in the magical power realm suddenly burst out from the cover of the sky spirit. After a strange laugh, they were directly burned by the heart fire caused by the devil.

Many monks made a quick decision, and all kinds of light lit up on their bodies, and they fled directly through the air.

Although Xiaonan was prepared for this sudden attack on the magic sound, he was also extremely thrilling. If he compared the practice of Taoism to building a house, other monks would lay the foundation and build it brick by brick, and his like a tall building built out of thin air on the beach. At this time, the magic sound was like a strong wind, making every trial he linger between failure and success.

Fortunately, both Beast Lord and Yi Sheng gave a sharp reminder to Fun Xiaonan's practice, which made him realize that his foundation is unstable and he is willing to spend more effort to consolidate his mind and nature to the greatest extent.

The magic sound began to change slowly again, with erratic strength and erraticity, intermittent and intermittent. This sound was sensitive to control the human feeling and aroused resonance in other parts of the body. The previous minute was like suffering from a sharp blade in a fire, and the next minute was like being swallowed by thousands of ants in a mud swamp, or the unstoppable pain, itching, or the sudden sensation from the tip of the tongue, or the extremely sad mentality came from the bottom of the heart, and it was not to stop challenging the monks' tolerance limits.

The monks who were originally full of monks on the beach are now only half, and they all have strange expressions and distorted expressions. Even the monks who gave up watching from a distance early felt even more uncomfortable.

However, in the eyes of those monks watching, the half-saint intermediate-level monk who had been sitting firmly at almost the last was the strangest.
Chapter completed!