The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Wasteland, mountains.

The two teams headed towards the end at the same time.

Beitang Hanye didn't know that the person he was looking for was doing the same thing as him in another Senluo Temple, and Chu Yiyang didn't know that Beitang Hanye had already used the traces left by him to peel off the cocoon, looking for it among the monks. him.

He glanced at the remaining time in the hourglass. The first round started at [-]:[-], and now it has passed the ugly time. Converted to modern time, the hourglass will come to an end at [-] o'clock in the morning.

There is not much time left to break the game.

In the depths of the palace, the curtains in the emperor's bedroom were lowered, and the candles were flickering.

There was a strong wind blowing outside the window, shaking the shadows of the trees, and the emperor lying on the bed in a deep coma kept talking, with a look of pain on his face.

The prince, who was standing in front of the bed with a sword in his hand, sat on a chair and watched his surroundings. From time to time, he looked back at his father who was in pain, with a look of worry flashing across his brows.

At the moment when the imperial city changed, the sword master and the great priest stepped out of the palace one after another, their figures disappeared into the night, and the other priests in the imperial city also disappeared.

The entire palace city of the Xuanyuan Dynasty can be said to be at the weakest moment since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Although there are guards in armor outside the palace, the prince's confidence at this moment comes from the sword in his hand.

With a clang, the sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed in the darkness.

The prince brushed the sword with his hand. It was forged after the Xuanyuan sword of the ancestor Emperor Xuanyuan. Although there was no such thing as the sword of the emperor, which surpassed the heavenly magic weapon, there was a drop of blood from the ancestor in it. In the hand, I feel connected to the entire imperial city's formation, and there is a continuous warmth from the feet.

According to the legend, if you hold the Emperor's Sword in your hand, as long as you stand on the ground, you will be able to gain boundless power, and you will be invincible no matter who you fight.

The crown prince looked at this sword, only imitations could have such power, if the real Xuanyuan sword was held in his hands, it would definitely be able to drive away the darkness and protect the imperial city during this time.

He took a deep breath and put the sword back in its sheath.

It's a pity that the real Xuanyuan Sword has passed away with the ancestor and disappeared. The queen mother originally wanted to guard the emperor with him here, but was persuaded by him.Sitting in the seat, the prince looked up at the night sky, and saw the phantom of the hourglass above the temple that was about to go to the end.

Two Yinshan Mountains, the ghost halls rising from the four corners of the imperial capital, have been destroyed. The people in the city are also hiding in their houses, closing their doors and not daring to come out. If the other two Senluo Halls can be destroyed, then nothing will happen tonight.

The prince leaned on the sword with one hand, and sat straddling the chair with a big horse with a golden sword. The great priest has already gone to break the formation. He has confidence in the number one master of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the Beitang Sword Master is also there, so there will be no problem.In addition, he also notified his aunt who was in Yaochi, so reinforcements from Yaochi must be on the way.

No matter what these ghosts and monsters want to do in the imperial capital, with the Lord of Kunlun cooperating with Yao Chi, they will definitely be able to break their plot.

Just as he was thinking, the prince heard a broken sound coming from the south of the palace.

Just like the previous two halls were breached, another Senluo Hall was breached!

"Report—" the guard's voice sounded outside the shop, trotting all the way, the armor rubbing on his body, from a distance, he came to the gate of the palace and knelt down, facing the prince and reporting, "Congratulations, Your Highness, the Fire Palace has been broken!"

The prince was moved and said: "Good!"

The fourth hall of Senluo has been destroyed and three halls have been destroyed. Now only the mountain hall on the west is left, but it is not known whether the sword master or the great priest is in charge of the overall situation in the mountain hall.

Seeing that the hourglass was about to go to the end, his hand holding the sword trembled.

The mountain palace, in front of the last peak.

The news that the Fire Palace was destroyed appeared in everyone's sea of ​​consciousness, which made them happy.

The Fire Palace is broken, so this is the last point for them.

In the last stage of the block formation, the coercion of the group of peaks was so heavy that they couldn't breathe even with their eyes closed.

Everyone was far away from the unattainable mountain, and under the overlapping peaks, the only one standing was the red figure.

He had already brought them here, almost miraculously breaking through all the formations ahead.In front of you is the last and most difficult part of the mountains. If you can break through, tonight's nightmare will come to an end.

However, when everyone looked at the hourglass, there was not much time left for them.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath at this moment, thinking with a hanging heart, can they live?

In Chu Yiyang's field of vision, the calculated data of the system has piled up into a torrent, densely packed, and the scenery of the mountains in front of him can hardly be seen.

The countdown in the lower right corner is coming to an end little by little, and the calculation of the system is also approaching the final result little by little.

The people who should be under the most stress are not feeling as heavy as others think at the moment.

The immortal cultivation formations in countless worlds have been verified countless times, and they are all algorithms.What can be calculated by manpower may not be able to be replaced by another person, but with the system crystallized by Chuanshuju's technology, there will be absolutely no problem.

In the imperial city, in the depths of the imperial palace, and outside the Fire Palace, there are thousands of families.

All the places where you can see the bright moon in the sky, whether it is the monks who have just left the Senluo Temple or the mortals who have been hiding in the building, are watching the countdown of the hourglass in the sky.

The last three, the last two, the last...

Just when the last grain of sand above the hourglass was about to fall down through the slender bottleneck, the data flow in front of Chu Yiyang suddenly collapsed and contracted, and a faint white light appeared in his eyes.

"It's broken...it's about to break!"

The people standing in the distance watched the gradual loss of power. Like all the previous levels, they couldn't help showing surprise on the thick peaks that were slowly lifted in front of them in the form of landscape paintings.

However, at this moment, there was a fierce piano sound between the sky and the earth, as if a sharp sword tore open the sky.

Affected by the sound of the piano, the big formation that was breaking apart was distorted, and the light in Chu Yiyang's eyes disappeared instantly.

"Breaking Song..."

This is the Yaochi Breaking Song that everyone heard before the succession ceremony. It is the same tune as the one played by the Yaochi team, but the rhythm is completely different.

Just playing alone, the sound of the piano resounded through the sky, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart!

The big formation became chaotic, and the whole world twisted and fluctuated.

The world lost its balance, everything was disturbed, and the calculation of the system was abruptly stuck at the last point, just like when the passage under the blood pool was opened in Qingye Mountain City, it was about to fall into chaos.

Outside the imperial capital, the white palace pulled by countless Qingluan flew towards the capital of the Xuanyuan Dynasty under the moonlight.

Amidst the sound of the fluttering wings of the fairy bird, the young master wearing a blue-gold embroidered robe quickly stepped out of the chariot, came under the moon, stood in front of the fence, and looked at the Xuanyuan Imperial City where the broken formation song was heard.

"This is..." A look of surprise and uncertainty flashed across Xie Changle's face.

This is the battle song of their fairyland, a battle music that only his father can play!

But it is impossible for Yaochi Qinzun to appear here, and Xie Changle listened carefully to the sound of the piano, and felt that the meaning in the song was different from his father's breaking the formation.

Yaochi's piano score is like everyone's cultivation method. The cultivation method is the same, but the results of different people's cultivation are different. As long as you are a piano repairer, you can sense each other's identity and details even without meeting each other by virtue of subtleties. .

"Little Lord."

The elders accompanying him had already rushed behind him, and his maid also carried his qin out of it.

"Qin!"

Sensing his magic weapon, Xie Changle stretched out his hand behind him, and took Qin from the hand of the maid.

The body of the qin seemed to have life in his hands, as if he was using his arms and fingers, he spun around in the air, and the strings reflected a cool light.

Young Master Junxiu sat on the ground, his blue-gold robe spread out like the tail feathers of a green luan, and the long piano was across his knees.

Young Master Yaochi's long and slender fingers turned into lotus flowers under the moonlight, pouring spiritual power into them, sweeping across the strings of the zither, urging a bursting sound.

No matter who was shot in the imperial capital and broke the formation, even if the other party's zither sound didn't mean to ask for help, only Zhengran who was trying to tear the sky apart with his own strength, but since it was their zither sound from Yaochi, he would definitely agree when he heard it. and.

In Qingluan's chariot, together with the sound of the piano, figures of Yaochi disciples appeared on the deck.

Just like when they went to Kunlun, everyone had their talismans in their hands, and different instruments sounded, making the same song of breaking the formation.

The flute and flute also appeared in the hands of the two elders standing behind Xie Changle. Looking at each other, they focused on the sound of the young master's zither, resonating and amplifying his zither's meaning, and turned to the unknown and intriguing voice. The sound of the piano that the two felt familiar should go.

The sky and the earth shook, and under the netherworld, the luthier wearing a ragged green shirt heard the sound of the piano from above the nether world, his eyes washed with spring water became brighter: "Heh."

The blue robe on his body was even more worn out than when he was in the nether world, with many holes on it, and there was dried blood on every hole.

At the weakest point of the nether world, he activated the sound of the piano, and played the Yaochi Breaking Formation on the strings of the Fuxiqin with one hand.

The sound of the piano soared to the sky, and the slender fingers that plucked the strings quickly turned into phantoms.

Beside him, the other hand that was hanging down had already turned into bones, leaving only one intact hand to play.

Nether is really not a good place to break into. The vicious ghosts and ghosts that have been sealed away for countless years are extremely easy to cause people to suffer.

The spiritual power was mobilized thoroughly, making the green shirt on his body swell like a sail.

Those open wounds hadn't healed at all, and they were torn open again at this moment, and blood shot out of them like arrows.

Yet the paler his face, the brighter his eyes.

Although the auras of ghosts and beasts behind him were getting closer, the sealed passage between the ghosts and the yang world was also stirred weaker and weaker by the breaking song that penetrated yin and yang.

Finally, when the cold aura from behind was about to spread, those tugged winds and clouds turned into whirlpools.

The five fingers of the luthier in green shirt flicked across the strings, and the seven strings sounded like a ripping silk. A strong wind was born from the nether world and swept the dust towards the sky!

"Pfft——" The person sitting behind the Fuxiqin spurted a mouthful of blood, and the blood sprinkled on the body of the piano. His hands left the strings, but the break-up song was still playing.

Xie Wuzheng took out a young black cat from his bosom with his intact right hand.

The little black cat closed its eyes and fell asleep weakly, with its tail hanging behind its back. Without hesitation, the hand holding him threw him out into the vortex of the wind and clouds.

The small body was swept away by the wind and cloud and left the ground, flying towards the sky.

The blue-shirted luthier lowered his hands as if he had exhausted his strength, and sat on the spot without moving.

Even though a blood-stained robe hung down like boundless darkness behind him, covering his bare feet stepping on the blood-soaked soil, he didn't turn his head.

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The author has something to say:

Luanzi: Why am I a little black cat again!

Tomorrow will be a three or two day six, make up for what was missing before (deep breath

Get some nutrition!Maybe one day I can make it to three shifts in one day (x

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 road;

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