Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

"What happened to the corpse of the Emperor of the Jiesheng Realm!"

At this moment, even the Jinming Emperor was completely panicked.

He could clearly feel the death energy permeating the body of the Emperor Qiu Yan.

Even though his strength after death had greatly diminished, the terrifying existence of an Emperor, even in the form of a corpse, was enough to far exceed the strength of the Emperor!

A pipa appeared in the hands of the Emperor Qiu Yan, which was the once world-famous Tianjie magic weapon 'Kong Ling'.

The strings made of the colorful feathers of the peacock were played with the pale and stiff fingers of the Emperor Qiu Yan.

In an instant, the majestic pressure spread to the surroundings.

As the notes of the pipa sounded, countless cultivators were instantly struck by lightning and trembled violently wherever they passed.

Even the Holy Emperor of the Pihai Realm was shaky and almost fell to the ground.

Where the Emperor Qiu Yan's eyes swept, the sound of the pipa turned into a wave of air and swept across.

Hundreds of cultivators were swept away in an instant, and they were thrown out of their armor and were extremely embarrassed.

Under the monotonous sound of the pipa, countless people were sweating and terrified.

They could not imagine that just a few notes could emit such a terrifying power!

"Is this the horror of the Jiesheng Realm? If we really want to fight her head-on, I'm afraid we must join forces to barely win!"

Emperor Jinming was stunned and looked at the other people.

Chu Qingyue's eyes were also slightly cold:

"It seems that we can only..."

"Wife, I may have a way."

At this moment, Nie Chen suddenly said.

With the help of the Lingsheng pupil, he just felt the past of Emperor Qiu Yan, and also received a prompt from the system.

[Emperor Qiu Yan was obsessed with music and love during his lifetime, and after his Taoist partner died, he did not want to live alone and committed suicide.

The host can try to influence it with music and love]

"What method?"

Chu Qingyue couldn't help showing a trace of curiosity.

After all, what he is facing now is a corpse of a Jiesheng realm that once looked down on the world.

If they confront head-on, I'm afraid the four emperors will have to do their best to barely subdue it.

"It only needs to be like this..."

Nie Chen gently leaned over Chu Qingyue's ear and said his thoughts.

"Is this all right!"

This time, even Chu Qingyue seemed a little unconvinced.

"Don't worry, trust your husband."

Nie Chen promised very confidently.

"Well, let's give it a try."

Chu Qingyue nodded seriously soon.

As the sound of the pipa sounded one after another, in a blink of an eye, countless cultivators were stiff under the oppression of Emperor Qiu Yan, sweating with fear, and there was no room for resistance.

But at this moment, Chu Qingyue quickly borrowed a bamboo flute from the Saint of Flowers, and Nie Chen also took out a wooden harp.

"What are they going to do?"

Emperor Jinming was completely confused by the scene in front of him.

But at this moment, Nie Chen and Chu Qingyue smiled at each other and said:

"Let's start."

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the flute rose up, and Nie Chen played the piano at the same time.

The most unimaginable thing is that the sound of the flute and the piano are obviously from two different instruments, but they seem to be in tune with each other.

The two are melodious and floating in the imperial mausoleum.

And every note and every rhythm seems to be natural, without any flaws.

Notes accompany notes, and they are connected to each other like lovers, reluctant to leave.

More importantly...

Compared to this mysterious and extremely matching melody, Emperor Jinming's eyes were stunned for a moment.

Because he saw clearly.

Playing the piano and playing the flute.

Whether it is Nie Chen or Chu Qingyue, their eyes seem to be on each other.

With her cherry lips lightly touching the mouth of the flute, Chu Qingyue looked at Nie Chen with a smile on her lips.

And completely different from the coldness on her beautiful face, that smile seemed to be three points sweeter than honey.

Nie Chen also had a smile on his lips.

The two seemed to be playing the piano and the flute, but in fact, they were staring at each other with affection!

"This... How is this possible!"

The single Emperor Jinming, who had been single for a thousand years, felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of critical damage.

At this moment, the music mixed with the sound of the piano and the flute floated gracefully.

The intoxicating melody made many cultivators intoxicated by it.

But compared to this, there was something that shocked them even more.

The corpse of Emperor Qiu Yan stopped!

The empty eyes covered with a faint red glow also looked in the direction of Nie Chen and Empress Qingyue at the same time.

Although they did not notice the affectionate eyes of the two, the cultivators instantly burst into a boiling.

"The empress actually stopped the corpse of the emperor with the sound of a flute. What kind of mysterious method did she use!"

"She is worthy of being the empress!"

Many people even felt their eyes burning.

If it weren't for the empress Qingyue, the corpse of the emperor alone would be enough to destroy everyone.

But at this time, although Emperor Qiu Yan stopped, his empty eyes were completely attracted.

"Clang~~~"

The pipa strings trembled, turning into waves with pressure and heading towards the two.

The sound of the zither and the flute gathered in the air and collided with it at the same time.

Immediately, the air waves spread out in all directions, causing many people nearby to make their clothes rustle, and even couldn't help but take a step back.

But unexpectedly, the melodies of the two parties actually canceled out in the air!

At this moment, even the originally stiff and sluggish body of Emperor Qiu Yan seemed to be stunned for a long time.

But what followed was an even stronger sense of oppression surrounding her. Kong Ling's pipa was even more radiant.

"Honey, you have to work harder."

Nie Chen said softly and seemed to take it seriously.

"Um."

At this moment, Nie Chen was sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the piano.

But Chu Qingyue, who was standing next to him, sat down smoothly.

Moreover, as Rourou was sitting on Nie Chen's lap, the light blue and cool skirt was also placed between Nie Chen's legs, like a blooming flower.

The two looked at each other, and Nie Chen couldn't help but smile:

"Honey, your flute skills seem to have become more proficient."

"Stop being so glib. What we are facing now is the Emperor of the Tribulation Realm."

Chu Qingyue replied quietly.

"What about Emperor Zun? Is my wife still good?"

Nie Chen answered without hesitation.

"You! Forget it, let's quickly respond to the enemy."

Chu Qingyue never expected that Nie Chen would still have the time to say this under such circumstances, but he just said angrily and then put the bamboo flute on her lips again.

The two melodies swirled at the same time, and rushed straight towards Emperor Qiu Yan!