I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 435: Soul drummer, online creation

Boom!

A drum rang awakened Tadanobu Miyamoto in horror.

He looked at the music station in horror.

In front of the microphone, a man wearing a facial mask stood proudly.

Around his body, it was as quiet as night and it was pitch black.

The cat in her arms has already jumped onto the table.

The black kitten stretches out.

The pyramid is reflected among the flashing stage lights.

The black pharaoh held high the scepter.

The blood moon enveloped the entire dance floor.

The entire dance floor has been shrouded by invisible power.

Tadanobu Miyamoto swallowed, and then he saw the man wearing the facial mask raised his hand slightly.

In the spiritual sense, Miyamoto Tadanobu sensed that spiritual energy was flowing quietly beside him like a gurgling stream.

It seems that since ancient times, psionic energy has been the stream flowing beside him.

The black kitten on the table was faintly imaginary.

In a trance, Tadanobu Miyamoto seemed to see a very charming goddess lying on the table.

His long black hair envelops his perfect and moving body.

The twin pupils like agate stone quietly looked at his master.

Like a real pet cat.

Waiting eagerly for the master's teasing or order.

"Who is he?" Miyamoto Tadanobu asked.

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The drums still echoed in my ears.

Lingping is already crazy!

The world became meaningless in his eyes. To him, the world was like a paper boat floating in the waves of an endless dark ocean, which could capsize at any time.

At this moment, he was extremely arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant.

As a result, everything that was once suppressed and ignored, spewed out like magma.

Let him find it hard to restrain himself, not to extricate himself!

He looked at the people on the dance floor, glanced at the band people on the music stage, crying for hearing his great performance, excited to the point that their bodies were swinging.

Vaguely, Ling Ping'an has a clear understanding.

"These humble scorpions, scorpion flies that are dying all the time, I'm afraid they won't listen to the great joy of my creation!"

Great music is the joy of the universe.

It is the joy of heaven, the voice of the earth!

Harmony with the heavens and the earth, expounds the universe and nature.

Such great music, unqualified creatures cannot listen.

Can't even hear the remaining sound!

You must die if you listen!

and so……

"I will compose a little song!"

Although I don't quite understand why, Ling Ping still relies on my own heart.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His hand gently stroked the drum in front of him.

As he stroked, a worm-like thing, from all directions, penetrated into the drum.

As a result, this ordinary cowhide drum slowly became ancient.

The years are on it, leaving mottled marks.

History is in it, engraving the mark of the times.

Vaguely, in the bulge, there seemed to be ten days in the sky, burning the earth.

Vaguely, inside the drum body, there was the roar of a billowing flood.

Vaguely, there seemed to be an eternally hovering bird, hovering above the blue waves of the East China Sea, day and night, day and night.

In the end, all the voices and figures have gone.

Only mottled marks and dust were left on the drum.

And these traces and dust were erased by Ling Ping An, and they fell bit by bit.

As a result, this drum has a whole new look!

A brand new drum of war.

The cowhide covered the drum body, it was cyan, and in the cyan, there was a faint blue thunder light flashing.

Kui Niu Gu!

Then he opened his eyes.

There is no emotion in his eyes, and the whole person is plunged into extreme madness.

At this moment, Lingping knows that he is omnipotent.

There is nothing he can't do!

And everyone in front of him saw that on this music stage, the eyes of people wearing facial masks suddenly burned.

Strips of golden flowing fire overflowed from his eyes.

Like a solar flare!

And in his hands, in the cyan leather drum, azure current is flowing.

boom!

He patted the drumhead lightly.

Thunder light surging from it, blooming electric flowers.

This thunder light surging from the drum.

It also blasted from the sky above.

Boom!

It's thundering!

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Li Shouyi suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head.

Boom!

In the sky, thunder exploded.

Li Shouyi gently patted an armrest beside him, and his closed basement opened instantly.

He leaped gently and jumped up from the basement. After a short while, the whole person had fallen on a hill.

He looked up at the sky.

The billowing clouds have accumulated.

The sound of thunder came from the dark clouds.

Rumble!

Lightning tore the sky apart.

Endless thunder light, blooming in the sky, illuminating the dark world.

Li Shouyi took a deep breath.

"What happened?" He frowned.

This thunderstorm is so unusual!

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"Imperial Metropolitan Meteorological Observatory, an emergency report. Affected by strong convective weather, there will be heavy rain and thunderstorms throughout the Imperial Capital tonight... Please stay at home and try not to go out!"

Li Anan listened to the warning from the broadcast.

She raised her head and looked at Chu Weiwei on the side.

"What's the situation?" Li Anan asked.

Chu shook his head slightly, but his face was extremely worried.

In the palm of her hand, the mark from the rain master was shining.

She knew that the imperial capital tonight might not be calm.

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He Rourou looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds are rolling, thunder is rumbling, and lightning is blooming in the clouds.

On her forehead, an emblem flickered faintly.

"It's the master!" She said enthusiastically: "It's the master!"

Her body instantly heated up.

So, she directly parked her car to a corner of the street.

She is going to find the owner!

This is her mission and her destiny!

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Rumble!

Thunder blasted in the sky above.

In the Luming Hall, the lights began to flash and go out.

The boundless psychic coercion rushed from all directions to the inside and outside of Luming Hall.

The stronger the strength, the deeper the feeling.

Ordinary staff members just feel cold and flustered.

But the transcendents are already trembling.

Their spiritual sense felt the real horror.

The flesh and blood of the body seemed to give birth to their own will, squirming bit by bit.

There is great horror in the soul.

Countless crazily twisted thoughts continue to emerge.

Everyone is desperately defending, holding on to reason.

Everyone knows that once the sanity collapses.

They must be crazy!

Moreover, they will be distorted into ignorant monsters, beasts without thinking.

Ludwig is the one who feels the most.

His forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

The crazy thoughts in my heart surged wave after wave.

He clasped his hands tightly, insisting on reason.

"Who is it?" he thought.

Suddenly...

"Your Highness..." Ludwick heard someone behind him ask nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

In the aftermath of his eye, he saw a beautiful and lovely girl, who supported the Fusang Princess and asked intimately.

That is a fox girl!

Fuso Fox Girl!

but……

Why is she not affected?

Ludwick could not understand.

Everyone in the entire Luming Hall was restrained by the terrifying psychic coercion.

But what happened to this Fuso Fox Girl?

A mere major, he's like a okay person!

however……

Ludwig had no time to think about it.

Because of the drum sound, it rang again.

This time, the drum sound is no longer a single sound.

It's continuous!

咚咚咚!

The drums rumbled.

Rumble!

The sky above the head is full of thunder!

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Lingping patted the drums.

Bang bang bang!

The drum body was beaten.

咚咚咚!

Rumble of drums!

He was immersed in the heaven of music, the desire to create.

In his mind, countless thoughts, one after another.

Everything about music does not need to be learned or taught. He seems to understand it by nature.

Melody, beat...

Duo Laimi sent to the evening...

Palace, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu.

but……

He slapped the drum and said frivolously: "Am I the one who needs melody, beat, and rhythm?"

Melody, beat, and rhythm are the rules of mortal music.

He does not need.

He only needs to shoot casually to create a world of wonder, a world of joy!

Therefore, his creation is actually just a few shots.

Rhythm? melody? temperament?

No need!

A true genius, just pat, is the tune, and slap is the rhythm.

Because a genius is a pioneer and a creator.

I said 1+1 is equal to 3. Then it will never be equal to 2.

1+1 is equal to 2, that's because I call it equal to 2!

So, he slapped very happily and played very happily.

The audience in the audience slowly shook their bodies in the drums, following his rhythm.

Even his cat swayed slowly following the beat.

Vaguely, the kitten on the countertop seemed to have become an impeccable girl with only long black hair, wrapping her white plump body.

A pair of eyes like agate stone, surging like water.

As Lingping felt it, his emotions became more and more excited.

Cao Ama said: Fortunately, even sing to chant!

He is also eager to try.

So, groaning softly.

"At the beginning of ancient times, who preached..."

"It's me!" He raised his head and answered very firmly

"The upper and lower parts are not visible, why the test..."

"I know!" he answered softly.

咚咚咚!

The drum beats inexplicably fit his groan.

And his voice, although moaning.

But it was extremely clear that it was reverberating on the dance floor, even if it was above the sky, there was a rumble of thunder, which could not be covered.

The people on the dance floor, listening to the drums, suddenly raised their heads in this low groan.

Everyone's eyes are dark.

There are smiles on their faces.

a happy expression.

As if to hear the most beautiful voice in the world, as if to feel the most extreme warmth in the world.

but……

This smile is extremely strange.

There seemed to be something inside their skin, slowly squirming.

Slowly squirming under a smile.

In the corridor upstairs, Tadanobu Miyamoto had already knelt down.

The drums reverberated in his ears, and the humming of light singing and answers, accompanied by the drums, sounded into his heart.

In his eye sockets, a long thin line broke free from it and grew out of the dark eye socket.

The gurgling blood is slowly surging.

Black resentment surged from his flesh and blood.

"Chao Wendao..." Tadanobu Miyamoto kept a happy and bright smile. He knelt on the ground, his eyes full of madness: "Xi'an is dead!"

At this moment, he felt that he was extremely honored and extremely lucky.

The humble dust, the tiny scorpion, can actually hear such drums and such great singing during the lifetime.

Even if he died immediately, his soul would be stunned under the yellow spring!

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咚咚咚...

There is no rhythm at all, no rhythm drums, rolling in from all directions.

The thunder in the sky continued to explode.

The thunderstorm kept tearing through the sky.

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the depths of the sky.

He could perceive something that was flying towards the earth at high speed from the thunderstorm.

at last!

He felt it.

A big mountain!

A mountain stretching for hundreds of miles!

Countless peaks, mountains that have collapsed!

The endless valleys are all dried up mountains!

Between the peaks, corpses were everywhere.

Inside and outside the valley, no grass grows.

In the depths of this mountain, the core of the earth vein.

An ancient fairy god, quietly lying in the middle of the broken mountain.

His immortal body has been beaten to pieces.

His soul was completely shattered by some terrifying power.

Immortal blood is like a spring, so far, it has been pouring out from each wound.

Vaguely, Li Shouyi heard the elegy lament among the mountains.

"The hill of Kunlun is the capital under the emperor, and the **** Lu is the one of the emperor. Its **** is like a tiger with nine tails and a human face with tiger claws; it is a god, the nine divisions of Si Tian and the emperor's time... "

Li Shouyi looked up at the high-speed mountain in the depths of the thunderstorm.

Listen to the whispers between the mountains.

The sad elegy and sigh.

In a trance, Li Shouyi seemed to see a hazy picture.

Standing in the sky, with a tiger body and nine tails, a human face and tiger claws, the fairy gods are fighting against people in the sky above the mountains.

The space is crumbling, the world is whimpering.

Even to death, this fairy **** is still protecting the mountains beneath him.

however……

When He fell from the sky, God's blood spewed out and scattered across the mountains.

His enemies did not let go of the mountains he sweared to defend.

The mountain peak was shattered and the ground vein was torn apart.

The vegetation, birds and beasts were all slaughtered.

No chickens and dogs will stay, no grass will grow.

Even so, his enemies are still worried about his resurrection.

He simply pulled up these mountains from the heavens and the earth and threw them into the endless turbulence of time and space.

Li Shouyi felt these images, his brows frowned.

Because the mountains passing through the thunderstorm are passing through the thunderstorm.