However, it would be very troublesome to do this. He didn't have such relevant props in his mind. Now the whole movie has been half completed and the editing is smooth. Now the difference is the various accompaniment inside.

Whether it is the intense marches of the battle or the touching music of Xiaoqian's life and death, these are urgently needed.

Yan Yang gently tapped the pure gold table with his hand, frowned slightly, and for a while, as if he had made up his mind.

"Corpsy, follow me to the Shura Realm."

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Ten days later, Yan Yang and the corpse leader traveled through dozens of realm teleportation arrays and finally arrived at a red land.

The Shura Realm Lord and the Demon Realm Lord are equal in strength, and their size is not less than that of the Demon Realm. People in the world only know that the Shura Realm is mainly about killing, but they do not know that their unknown secret behind the ruthless killing.

Because Yan Yang showed his identity, as the son of the Lord of the Demon Realm, he only brought a servant, not at all aggressive, and they were easily received in the palace of King Shura.

The palace of Shura King is not like the demon world, and is magnificent everywhere, but it is all red here, because red is a symbol, desire, and totem for them. However, after watching Yanyang for a long time, he feels a little dizzy and nauseous.

The palace is very large and spectacular. Except for most of the red, there are occasionally some huge skeletons, ranging from humans to animals, as decorations on the walls.

At this moment, a slight sound came from the empty palace, which was the sound of the qin, mixed with pipa and other music.

From far to near, from small to large, like a prelude, low and fast, but the next moment, it seemed as if countless people were fighting, horses, neighing, screaming, and collision...

Countless notes entered Yan Yang's ears, his heart couldn't help but thump, his whole body was full of passion, his eyes gradually turned red, and his cultivation level could not be suppressed, and his urge to go wild.

As for the corpse beside him, he had already lost his mind at this moment, twisted his face, rushing aimlessly, leaving a trace of blood in his mouth, and shouting silently.

At this moment, Yan Yang's heart suddenly burst out with golden light, which immediately made him wake up. In just a short moment, it seemed as long as a century.

At the end of the song, Yanyang was already sweating profusely and breathing rapidly.

"It's worthy of being the son of the demon lord Yan Lin. It seems that you have learned some of his skills." On the wall, the originally scarlet place suddenly squirmed. Then, a middle-aged man with four hands twisted his lower body and snake tail came out of it.

The Lord of the Shura Realm, King of Shura - Luo Sui!

"I've seen King Shura!" Yan Yang wiped the cold sweat from his head and quickly gave a gift from his junior. As for the corpse leader, he had already woken up at this moment, but his limbs were already weak, and his head was lying on the ground in a mess, motionless.

"You can listen to my song "Killing Heart" while standing. You are the first among the younger generation. How about this song?" Shura King Luo Sui waved his hand, and hundreds of bones holding various music suddenly appeared in the empty place. Although there was no flesh on his body, his empty eyes were flashing with green flames, which made people feel creepy.

Yan Yang took advantage of this time and finally recovered, calmed down and said, "It's very exciting, but the killing heart is too heavy. In addition to the turmoil, he is a walking corpse, a music that has no soul and only knows how to kill. Is the music you have always pursued, Uncle Luo?" Yan Yang said bravely.

Yes, people in the world only know that Shura King is responsible for fighting and killing throughout his life, but they do not know that behind the killing, he likes that kind of pure music. Perhaps in the midst of madness, the twisted and split personality is his other life.

After hearing Yan Yang's words, King Shura's face suddenly turned gloomy, but he would not be as knowledgeable as a child.

"Tell me, what's wrong with your father sending you?"

"Uncle Luo, you may have misunderstood. I am looking for you myself." After Yan Yang said calmly, King Shura suddenly became unhappy. He was so busy that he was fooled by a child.

"Uncle Luo, don't be angry, can you use your pipa?" Yan Yang pointed to the black shiny hand in Luo Sui's hand, filled with vicissitudes of pipa.

"Haha, my pipa has been with me for more than 300 years. This panel and four pegs are made of the seven-tailed scorpion of the ancient demon king. It is very magical. If you play it badly, you might instantly devour your three souls and seven spirits. Even I have no time to respond to it to save you."

Luo Sui's words were still calm, but they were full of jokes. Yan Yang understood that his rash disturbance had already made the noble Shura King angry.

Yan Yang was silent, but he knew that he had no way out.

"Uncle Luo, my nephew is still willing to try it."

How could he not understand the pipa, the national treasure of his previous life, that the musical instrument cram school he forced to apply for when he was a child on weekends was not a waste of time.

As for why I went to archaeology in the end, I went back to my grandma's countryside for a trip during the summer vacation, and picked up a bronze ware floating down from the upstream by the river. The sharp-eyed father found out that it sold for tens of thousands of yuan. The pocket money he gave him was all controlled by himself. It was exciting to think about it.

Alas, for pocket money and tomb robbery, it’s wrong, archaeology, I fell in love with that major in a confused way. Finally, I got poisoned by corpse and came to this other world to command zombies as monsters.

"What a brave little guy. Should I praise you for being so brave or ignorant? Okay, then I'll see what Yan Lin has given you. Remember, you are the second person to touch my private instrument in the past few hundred years, and maybe the last one."

Luo Sui gently stroked the pure black pipa and handed it to Yanyang.

Yanyang took it, but it was not too heavy, and it was no big difference from the previous life.

"Uncle Luo, can you borrow those bones?"

These bones have long lost their lives, and they just use a kind of spiritual secret technique to control them, and use all their hearts to interpret the instruments in their hands, just like the theater music ensemble, forming a magnificent music. This is how Luo Sui played "The Heart" before.

The Shura King raised a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth, and gave him all his beloved pipa. If you don't care about this, you will soon pay the price you deserve for your arrogance and ignorance.

As the Shura King waved his hand, the green fire that was pounding in the sockets of the bones suddenly extinguished. Yan Yang walked in, his eyes closed and his spirit emanated. Suddenly, the sockets of each bone lit up again, but this time the beating was pure golden flames.

After finishing everything, Yan Yang found a stool to prepare it. King Shura had already picked up a wine glass, looked at Yan Yang, weighed the glass, and signaled to start.

Yan Yang felt a little complicated when he touched the string like steel. He calculated that he hadn't touched it for years, but the strangeness quickly disappeared, and replaced by a familiar, unforgettable familiarity.

Yan Yang began to play, and the many skeletons behind him also controlled their respective instruments, guzheng, moustache, panflute, and reed sheng...

This is a song full of life. Under the bright sun, the seedlings that break through the ground are growing vigorously. The breeze is coming, the green clouds are automatically, the drizzle is rustling, and the flowers are blooming.

It was like a starting point, expanding rapidly, suddenly, the screen switched, and they swayed, unyieldingly refused to surrender, as if they were shouting silently.

"Let the storm come more violently!"
Chapter completed!