Roar - roar - "It looks like a wooden card, and the roar is in the ears one after another!"

Fortunately, he was already familiar with the road, and the six roars passed smoothly, but his expression did not relax at all but became more and more solemn, and at the same time, the law in his mouth changed suddenly!

I saw that the golden beads of Zhihai burst out of thousands of gold filaments, and the golden filaments circled and danced around as soon as they came out, but they did not weave a dense net like the previous levels, but instead entangled and rotated and twisted with each other, as if they were rubbing hemp rope into one.

In a blink of an eye, the golden silk of Zhihai is less than half!

And the next moment, the gold wire, which had been twice as thick, was twisted with the one next to it again.

In this way, half of the golden filaments of Zhihai are reduced every time they are combined, but in the blink of an eye, there are only dozens of thick golden filaments like twisted flowers left in the nearly 10,000 gold wires in Zhihai.

The twisted gold wire was more than ten times thicker than the previous gold wire, and it swung and shuttled up in a row, forming a golden shield again, protecting the sea gold beads in it.

The "roar ——!" shield was completed, and the seventh roar came as scheduled!

The concussive sound wave swayed and swayed Shi Ranran hit this only layer of prohibition, and a surprising scene appeared!

The sound wave hit the shield, and there was a violent tremor, and the originally oval-shaped shield was instantly torn and changed shape, as if there were hundreds of invisible giant hands grasping the shield.

The sound waves vibrated back and forth, the giant hand tore left and right, and the trembling caused by the stirring became more and more intense, but the shield still did not shatter!

However, as the concussive sound waves all hit it, the gold wire gradually couldn't support it, and a trace of cracks began to appear.

Seeing this, Liangchen hurriedly ran the gold bead and spewed out hundreds of golden wires to swarm up to repair the shield, but unfortunately the breaking speed was too fast, and it was too late to repair it.

The sonic waves are oscillating, and they are about to be cut off again!

"It's still a failure!" Liangchen's heart sank.

But the next moment, the intensity of the sound wave suddenly weakened, fading like a tide, and only some of the aftermath was still trembling, but it could no longer tear the shield apart.

The concussive sound waves, which were originally unable to resist dozens of prohibitions, were blocked by this only prohibition!

"It's a success!" "Liangchen's face was ecstatic, almost overjoyed!

"Roar!" a roar sounded like a sea of mountains in my head.

The already scarred shield was like a flat boat in the sea, rushing to the ground in an instant!

The sound wave rushed straight to the sea of gold beads, and Liangchen only felt that his eyes were dark, and before his grinning mouth was closed, he fell straight to the ground.

"Bang ——!" dust again!

When I woke up again, it was an hour later.

This eighth sound wave is too terrifying, if the first few are like sharp arrows, or like a strong wind, or like a huge wave, and can still give birth to a few traces of resistance, then this eighth wave is a roaring sea, overwhelming people who can't give birth to a trace of resistance at all!

He recalled the eighth sound wave, shook his head again and again, and slowly got up, only to feel that the sea was drowsy, and he almost fell to the ground again.

Hurriedly sat down on the spot, took a few pills of tranquility, and rested for a while before getting up and leaving.

"It's gratifying to finally break this seventh sound wave. He gave himself a secret encouragement in his heart and returned to his room.

After some arrangement, he fell into bed again, and this time he slept for a whole day and a night!

On the second day, Liangchen got up, and there was still a trace of drowsiness in his mind, and he practiced for a long time before it gradually disappeared.

"This eighth sound wave, the lethality is so powerful, it's simply terrifying!"

"After a few months of training, the tenacity of Shennian and the speed of recovery have been greatly improved, I can't imagine that it will take a day and a night to recover with the eighth roar!" he thought in his heart, and suddenly gave birth to a hint of retreat.

"No, the reason why this eighth sound is so powerful must be because of the slack of mind at that time, and the reason why there is not much left of the god-like shield. ”

"But even so, the sound wave of this eighth tone is a little more powerful than the previous seven tones combined!" Liangchen felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart as soon as he remembered how he felt in front of that sea.

After thinking about it, I had to give up for a while, and then start my daily daily cultivation.

Two hours later, Liangchen's figure reappeared in the pavilion.

"I don't believe it, I won't make it to the end!"

Maybe it was because he had been practicing in the Sword Cave all these years and had been tempered day and night that he had already been indomitable, or maybe he had given up his previous efforts because he was unwilling, but at this moment, his face was solemn and he reached out again and grabbed it forward!

A moment later, the familiar sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded again!

"Bang ——!"

Two days later,

Liangchen appeared in the hall on the first floor with a sad face.

"What's wrong with Master Ye, the seventh sound still can't hold on?" Seeing Liangchen's expression, the day was short, and he immediately guessed the reason.

"Thank you little master for waking up, the seventh tone has barely passed!" Liangchen shook his head and thanked him.

"Ahh

Who would have thought that he would make a point by himself, it only took him three or two days to find a way to crack it, and he was indeed a cultivation wizard.

"Then why does the donor still have a sad face?" asked again after a short day.

"Alas~ It's only the seventh sound, and the power of the eighth sound is suddenly raised, it is simply the sum of the previous seven sounds, which is irresistible!"

"Hehe, the donor is too anxious!" When he heard that the day was short, he immediately shook his head again and again.

"The foundation is not strong, I just want to be greedy and aggressive, even if I am lucky enough to hear the end, what can the donor learn?"

"Back then, the master once said that you can't care too much about the result, the process is more important!" said the old god in the tone of the old monk.

"The process is more important, the little master is wrong!" Liangchen was a little puzzled when he heard this.

"I used to practice cultivating weapons, but I could only refine one waste sword after refining swords day and night, until after a long time, I finally refined my first sword, and the joy at that time is still vivid when I think of it now!"

"And those processes, now that they have long been forgotten, how can it be said that the process is more important than the result?"

"Amitabha! Lord Ye's words also have some truth, but not really!

Life is like practice, the destiny is numbered, and the result is decided.

Even if I become a holy Buddha, I will eventually sit down and become a god one day, and if you advance to become a god, there will be a time when you will fall. Since the result is already predestined, no matter how you can't change it, every day you walk in the world is the most important!

If you are happy every day and have gains, then you will be happy in this life and harvest in every moment.

What's the point of being surrounded by sorrow every day, even if you end up putting everything you want in front of you?"

"Refining the sword is a good result, but this result is also the result of your progress every day, and the accumulation of what you gain every day! If it weren't for these processes, you wouldn't care about the results!"

"So the process is the result, and it's more important than the result!" said the short day.

"It's... What is the reasoning?" Liangchen was about to argue immediately when he heard this, but he didn't know how to refute it, and suddenly he had an idea.

"You said that the result was already doomed, even if I cultivated into a god, I would fall, but if I soared through the sky by chance, how do you know my result?