Xu Yan had no choice but to go forward and pull the Yitian Sword out of the trunk with his hand. He shook his head with some self-deprecating ability. With his current enlightenment system, the effect of manipulating the Yitian Sword was far less than the effect of wielding the Yitian Sword.

"Clang!" Under the guidance of Xu Yan's energy, the Yitian Sword automatically retracted the scabbard. Then, Xu Yan took out a cowhide ball and threw it into the air.

"Nine Palaces Series!" Xu Yan stood straight, with his hands sealed in the air and pointed at the cowhide balls. He turned left, wanting to take the cowhide balls to the left; then go to the right, hoping that the cowhide balls can follow the right.

This style is really not very beautiful.

I saw the cowhide balls falling from the air suddenly turned a right angle, and then there was a slight change in the air. Finally, with a "bang" sound, it was embedded into a big tree.

"Hey!" Xu Yan sighed. He had been practicing Jiugonglian's move for nearly a month, but he could not do suitable manipulations, either the Yitian Sword or the Cowhide Meatball. I won't mention the Yitian Sword. Even the Cowhide Meatball, Xu Yan could at most let it change directions twice in the air.

The Nine Palaces Serial, that was nine times changed directions. The state that Xu Yan has achieved now is obviously far from the real Nine Palaces Serial.

Is it really the reason for weapons?

When it was sunny, Jing Lang first sat down in the shadow of a big tree. Next to the big tree, there was a bento that everyone brought from Zhuo Mingyuan. If anyone outside Jing Lang had walked to the bento, the remaining three would not be in a hurry. But, the person sitting there now was Jing Lang, and every time he ate the bento, he would touch the other three.

So, Xu Yan, Qian Xiangtong, and Leng Yan all stopped practicing and walked under the big tree to regain their bento.

The Chinese food was solved like this. Xu Yan looked at the sky above his head and thought that he should continue practicing. After tomorrow, what is waiting for him may be another battle that is no less difficult than that of extermination of Chi Lian Sect.

"Everyone is tired of practicing. Why don't I play a song for you to listen to?" Qian Xiangtong asked suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yan, Jing Lang and Leng Yan were all stunned. Although Qian Xiangtong often swayed the flute, he was not an elegant person, but on the contrary, he was a little violent.

I have heard him play the flute before, but it is usually late at night and people are quiet. At this moment, the sun is high and there is a gap between practice. Why do he think of being polite?

Leng Yan rested his head on the trunk of a big tree: "Okay, I haven't listened to the song you played for a long time."

Xu Yan closed his eyes slightly: "Education every day is really boring. Listening to the song is also a good adjustment. In the future, you can give it a song during your free time in your practice every day."

Jing Lang was not very interested in songs, but he did not express his objection clearly. He hugged the back of his head with both hands, and Jing Lang also closed his eyes slightly: "Come on, give me a nice song."

Qian Xiangtong placed the rusty soul drinking flute next to her lips, showing an undetectable cunning feeling on her face.

Soon, the melodious music floated from Qian Xiangtong's direction. Xu Yan was familiar with this song and had heard Qian Xiangtong play it before. The name of the song is "The River in Hometown", which is a melody of homesickness.

"The River in Hometown" is a traditional famous song on the scorched earth continent. It was born about three hundred years ago and was widely sung in the five major countries. To be honest, Xu Yan likes this song very much. He likes the tune of the song, and even more likes the strong emotions contained in the song.

On the scorched earth continent, many literati have filled in lyrics for this song. Some lyrics have been recognized within a certain range, but some quickly disappeared into the dust of history. However, no literati's lyrics have been unanimously agreed by singers. Therefore, when it comes to "The River in Hometown", people generally only recognize the tune, and lyrics that do not conform to most people's aesthetic views are commemorated with it.

Xu Yan listened quietly, his thoughts drifted far and far away. This song will give people a happy feeling for the first time, but when you listen to it more and more; or your life experience becomes more and more abundant, then you can hear the sadness in the song...

Over and over again, "The River in Hometown" was in the single loop in Xu Yan's mind. Xu Yan was intoxicated by it and felt a little overwhelmed. He followed the melody over and over again, remembered Taiping Village and his parents.

Wait! Xu Yan sounded a wake-up call for himself in his mind. Although this song "The River in Hometown" is nice, it will be boring if you listen to it countless times. Moreover, Qian Xiangtong played the same song over and over again, didn’t he feel monotonous? Xu Yan counted in his mind. How many times have this song been circulated?

——It seems, it’s innumerable.

Xu Yan suddenly realized that Qian Xiangtong might be using him and Jing Lang and Leng Yan to test the magical techniques! Xu Yan calmed down and listened carefully. The more he listened, the more he felt the doubts in his heart became. The rhythm, speed, and details of the singles that were circulated over and over again were exactly the same!

Damn, Qian Xiangtong, this guy, said why did you play music for us to relax and relax. It turned out that this was a weasel's wish to greet the chicken and was uneasy. Xu Yan decided not to play with Qian Xiangtong anymore. He tried hard to stand up from under the tree.

Unexpectedly, his consciousness had already made the move to stand up, but his body was completely out of control.

Oops! He has fallen into the illusion. Xu Yan subconsciously waved his hands. In his consciousness, his hands had already waved, but he knew in his heart that his hands must be on his thighs as before, without any movement.

Xu Yan opened his eyes and saw that the scenery of Xiaotaiping Mountain was still in front of him. He looked around and saw Jing Lang and Leng Yan under the same big tree, closing their eyes and enjoying a moment of leisure.

"The River in Hometown" is still a single recurring over and over again. Xu Yan knew that what he heard now is the tune of "The River in Hometown", but maybe it won't take long to reveal the true form of the illusion, the tune he heard will become terrifying and bloody, and the same will be true in front of him.

Xu Yan roared, trying to break free from the illusion, but the familiar tune was still lingering in his ears.

What to do? Xiang Gongda said that if you fall into an illusion like the "Dark World Judgment", it will be difficult to escape by your own power alone. However, if external forces are added, it will be particularly simple to break this illusion.
Chapter completed!