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As early as in the Blood River Valley, on the bank of the cliff, in front of the Bodhi tree, and when playing chess on the dead wood chessboard, Song Qianji had heard Wuxiang talk about this seed and his crazy and terrifying plan.

It's just that he didn't expect this seed to fall into He Qingqing's hands in the end.

When he came out of the realm and let the withered roots of the superstar tree spread all over the snow field, this battle was no longer a dispute between Xianmeng and Qianqu, nor was it a momentary gain or loss and success or failure.

Everyone has come to the moment to make a choice for the fate of the world.

"Leader He, we are willing!" Someone among the monks of the Xianmeng suddenly shouted, "We have been oppressed in our respective sects, and today we can have this level of cultivation and this position in the Xianmeng, all thanks to the leader's promotion. This There is nothing to be nostalgic about in the dead world, I am willing to dedicate my cultivation and follow the lord to the new world!"

The most ardent followers have begun to swear to the sky.

Under their urging, more monks recovered from the shock:

"We can't promise! She has become the God of Creation, whoever she wants will be born, whoever she wants will die, whoever she wants will die, and whoever she wants will gain Taoism. How are we different from her servants? A monk?"

"How can I sacrifice my cultivation? It's unheard of! There must be something wrong with her Immortal Immortality Pill. She has planned this for a long time, but she regards me as nourishment. Being so crazy and cruel will only harm everyone and the whole world." ! You can't give in!"

The disciples of the Immortal Sound Sect were furious when they heard the words: "Bold, how can you be disrespectful to the head!"

More people are distracted, watching the wind direction like headless chickens.

The immortal alliance that had been united unprecedentedly just now fell apart in an instant.

"Is there a problem with Immortal Immortal Pill? Sect Leader Yuan, how did Sect Leader Xuyun die that day?!" an elder of Huawei Sect asked, "Where did Leader He's soaring cultivation come from?"

Yuan Qingshi's heart tightened, and he met countless suspicious eyes, as if he saw the words "deceive the master and destroy the ancestors" on their faces, and he couldn't help feeling cold and sweating like rain.

Having come to this point, if He Qingqing's affairs fail, he will also be ruined, Master... Wouldn't Master also die in vain.

A wave of evil rushed straight into my heart, and when I came back to my senses, the sword in my hand had already stabbed out.

He heard himself yelling loudly, suppressing the dispute: "The lord has an order, whoever dares to disobey will be punished!"

He Qingqing put away the supernatural tree seeds, and then laid an ambush from all sides, and said to himself: "There is no such thing as a free medicine in the world."

When the Xianmeng was in chaos, there was only a burst of extremely sharp zither sounds, like countless sharp swords stabbing down from the sky.

Those monks who refused to obey were crying out in pain. At first, they were dizzy, their ears were ringing, and their blood was churning.

Then he fell into the sound of the piano, like walking into a snowstorm, at a loss, not knowing where he was, and his expression gradually became dull.

Standing at the head of Qianqu City, Meng Heze saw the changing situation above his head, the continuous snow mountains shaking under the shock of sound waves, and a huge avalanche erupted:

"She opened this passage to use the sound of the piano to stimulate the power of the Immortal Elixir, control the monks of the Immortal Alliance, and absorb their cultivation! How cruel!"

Ji Chen also had a solemn expression: "As long as you have taken Shengxian Pill, indulged in the sound of the piano, and your mind is swaying, He Qingqing will use it. Her strength has skyrocketed, and Senior Brother Song is in danger."

Song Qianji's tiny figure fluctuated among the layers of snow waves, appearing and disappearing from time to time, which made everyone in Qianqu worry so much that they all shouted to dedicate their lives to King Song.

Zhou Xiaoyun and Ji Xing can only lead the city defense team to maintain order, want to cry and laugh:

"The other side has practiced evil skills, but the King of Song didn't practice them. Everyone save their lives and live a good life, don't talk about whether they will die or not."

"Stop shouting, Xueyuan is at the end of the mainland, King Song can't hear it."

Wei Zhenyu suddenly said: "Since this passage has been opened, I have an idea."

"Coincidentally, I also have an idea." Meng Heze said.

Clearly not hearing the other party's plan, Ji Chen also said:

"This idea is crazy, but I like it. The space channel is also a kind of space formation. I am on the Sansheng Stone, and I like to grab other people's formations and use it myself."

"Okay! Then the three of us will pierce the sky today and rescue Brother Song back to Qianqu!" Meng Heze said.

Wei Zhenyu has obtained the Inexhaustible Fire, which is a sharp weapon to burn everything and break the barrier.

Meng Heze had practiced the Blood Sea Divine Kung Fu on the Sansheng Stone, and he was familiar with the loopholes in He Qingqing's kung fu.

In his previous life, Ji Chen specialized in heretical formations and made many bold attempts.

The three flew into the sky.

……

Even if he couldn't see the reaction of everyone in Xianmeng, Song Qianji could guess what was happening in another part of the world.

He flicked his sleeves, held the Qijuqin with one hand, and flicked the strings with the other:

"Since everything started with the Wind and Snow Entering the Battle, let's end here."

"Clearly!"

Three accents, like three sword lights breaking out of the encirclement.

This is the second time he has played the Wind and Snow Battle Song, the first time is to suppress chaos, not to kill.This time it was murderous.

Sword lights flew out from between the strings, cutting a path through the wind and snow.

Song Qianji stepped on the snow waves, like a small boat crossing the raging sea, and rushed forward.

He Qingqing's qin sound was slightly chaotic, and she stood up holding the qin, avoiding Song Qianji's pursuit behind her: "You can't beat me, you only have one person, how can you beat these tens of thousands of people?"

"Everyone, keep your minds, don't listen to the sound of the zither from the sky!" Chen Hongzhu led the Xiaohua Weizong monks into the poisonous miasma forest, and awakened the monks of the Xianmeng one by one.Those who could not be awakened were knocked out on the spot.

But they are limited and progress is slow.

While anxious, suddenly another piano sound floated.

The sound of the zither is indifferent and soft, like a bright moon coming out of Guanshan, and falling flowers chasing water.

It doesn't fight against He Qingqing's zither sound, it is better than anyone else, but like the sun melting ice and snow, and the spring breeze smoothing the clouds, it gradually dissolves the violent devil sound.

"It's her." Chen Hongzhu murmured.

The two sisters of Xianyin finally face each other with a piano.

They have the most beautiful faces in the world and walk the most difficult and dangerous roads in the world. Is this beauty and talent a gift or a curse of fate.

The soft melody gained the upper hand, and everyone in Xianmeng was blown by the spring breeze in the melody, and their minds gradually became clear.

They don't know who is playing the piano, they only know that the sound is coming from Qianqu.

"It was the sound channel master who was sitting in Qianqu who cracked He Qingqing's Tianyin technique!"

"What tune is it playing?"

"I only heard that it was written by the King of Song. The famous work "Flower Moon and Falling Clouds" can be hummed by thousands of people."

The power of the eighteen red beads stopped growing, and He Qingqing gradually felt powerless, so she took a deep breath and shouted:

"Your strings were damaged in the Blood River Valley, don't hold on!"

The Jiuxiao Huanpei, which has been urged to the extreme, has gained a new level of momentum.All the strings of the seven zithers were broken.

Song Qianji let out a muffled snort, a line of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He was unmoved, his face remained unchanged, and seven sword shadows rose behind him.

The surface of the Qijueqin skyrocketed and flew into the sky.

Wuying, Spring and Autumn, stay here, cross the river, the moon wanes, cut off evil, and break the delusion together, across the surface of the qin.

The seven swords are strings, trembling with Song Qianji's mind.

When the wind and snow enter the battle, it really becomes a killing song.

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, rolling up snow waves and hitting He Qingqing.

Song Qianji spat out another mouthful of blood, but saw a golden light descending from the sky.

The power of faith and vows of thousands of people passed through this channel and poured directly into him.

"How is this possible?!" He Qingqing was shocked.

The passage she opened was breached, and when she was suffering backlash, she was attacked by sword energy.

Eighteen red beads shattered and fell from the sky.

"Snapped!"

Nine Heavens Ring broke from the middle.

He Qingqing's slender body flew out, blood gushing wildly, drawing a long arc in the air.

Suddenly her body sank, and she was sucked into the strong wind above the cracked ice abyss by a strong suction.

He Qingqing was seriously injured and tried his best to break free from Gangfeng and stood on the edge of the cliff.

Just at this time, the music of flowers, moon and clouds on the other side ended, and the world became silent.

Everyone in the Xianmeng was completely awake, and found that their cultivation base had plummeted, hated and angry, trembling all over:

"This witch is really terrifying! King Song will kill her!"

"We can't let her live again!"

"You can't fly over the cracked ice abyss. Turn around and plant me the superstar tree." Song Qianji landed from the sky and approached the cliff step by step.

He Qingqing's green skirt was stained with blood, her beaded crown was broken, and three thousand blue threads flew in the wind.

She raised her head: "Turn back? Ha, life should be enshrined by thousands of people, and death should be criticized by thousands of people. Who wants to die without a problem?"

Hearing her laugh, the cultivators of Xianmeng were frightened for a while, and were intimidated by her power, and dared not speak again.

For a moment, the snow surged wildly, and the world was speechless.

"In this life, I have crossed the mountain of knives and climbed the peak. It is a pity that I fell short for the sake of the mountain. Although you hate me and fear me, no one will try to judge me!"

He Qingqing took out the superstar tree seed, leaped backwards, and fell into the wind.

"Miss He!" Song Qian flew out.

At the critical moment, his seven-handled swords were embedded in the zither to make seven strings, and only the water-covering sword was in his hand.

The short sword flew out, and the hilt hooked the man's waistband. Song Qianji held the sword edge with his left hand, and leaned on the edge of the cliff with his right hand.

He wished he could surrender the sword immediately, but the sword refused to obey his command.

The sword edge cut his palm, and warm blood flowed, dripping onto He Qingqing's cheek.

Song Qianji shouted: "Grab the hilt!"

In the dark abyss where no light could be seen and no one could see, He Qingqing suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and burst into a smile:

"I followed my master these years, and heard many old things. This is the Sword God's 'Overturning Water Sword', a sword that kills relatives and old friends. Overwhelming water is hard to get back, karma ends, I owe you a lot, and I have never repaid it."

She smiled desolately, like broken glass: "Senior Brother Song, I don't want you to save me this time, can you remember me...forget it, you don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, how can you remember me when you look at your beautiful face like bones?"

Song Qianji shook his head, the veins on the back of his hand popped out, and the violent wind made him tremble all over.

He Qingqing said another sentence, the voice was too soft, Song Qianji's ears were filled with the wind, and he didn't hear a word.

He Qingqing cut off the ring, and the green skirt fell backwards, like a butterfly flying into the flames.

A red shadow flew out in the strong wind, brushing against Song Qianji's cheek.

Song Qianji subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and felt something warm fall into his hand.

It is a beating seed.

Those who owned it did not destroy it at the last moment, but sent it to escape the suction of the abyss.

"Miss He!" Song Qianji shouted.

The cracked ice abyss swallowed everything without a trace of echo.

The water-covering sword made a clear cry, and a green light flashed across the sword, leading him out of the gale that cracked the ice abyss.

It turns out that this sword will be awakened by the blood of the sword holder.

Sure enough, it's hard to get overwhelmed.

Song Qianji staggered a little, and stood firm with the water-covering sword.

The battlefield is in a mess, the snowfield is riddled with holes, and the sound of the song "Snowstorm Entering the Array" seems to be still floating between the sky and the earth.

At the beginning, this song was written about a bumpy life, seeking for it, but not ending well.

There was a little girl who climbed to the sky with it, and ran towards her own destiny without hesitation.

Are all stories destined to end at the beginning?

The blood-red seeds were still in his palm, beating with his pulse.

The universe is so big, the grass and trees are green.

Even if you are a hero who is unparalleled in the world, and you are admired by thousands of people, even if you have killed hundreds of thousands of miles, you will not be able to save a heart that would rather die than regret.

The earth trembled slightly.There was a huge humming sound from a distant place, and the sky was full of smoke and dust suddenly rising on the horizon, Song Qianji looked intently——

It wasn't smoke and dust, but what covered the sky and covered the sun and formed one piece, was the thousands of swords and shadows coming out together.

At the end of the continent, there was a man with a sword.