Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

The first time Zhong Ying saw Shenjun playing the piano was after the battle of killing evil in the mirror world, Shenjun led the "will power" formed by three thousand lamps to flow into samsara to appease the dead souls.

After that, Shenjun was suppressed under the sword tower, his arm was pierced by Daozu, the flesh and blood rotted, and only bones remained on his arm, and he never played the piano again.

This is the second time Zhong Ying has seen Shenjun playing the piano.

"Clang... Ding... Boom..."

Pluck the strings, press the strings to get the sound, the cold and cold fairy sound spreads across the wilderness, reaches the border of the ban, and reaches the clouds of the nine heavens, until it is offset by the chains of the Kyushu Sword Tower to suppress the universe.

However, wherever the sound of the piano passes, there are thousands of changes.

With a flick of a finger, the thorny vines that were originally scarred crazily sprouted endless roots under the sound of the piano, took root in the soil, continued to flourish, and spread all over the world, like a chaotic beast closing its fangs and sharp teeth.

With a touch of a finger, the sound of the piano curled up, and the Raksha ghost girl crawled out of the netherworld, appearing as a phantom, laughing and singing a song of enchanting souls, deducing eight sufferings and six desires, trying to drag the monk with a Taoist heart like glass into the bottom of the smoke and dust pool.

With a swipe of the fingertips, a vibrant green light filled the air like rain, merging into the flesh and blood of evil cultivators. The wounds that were deeply visible to the bones healed instantly, and even the missing arms and legs grew parts. The disembowelled dragon It is even more lively...

The way of glory.

The method of inner demon.

The Art of Life and Creation...

The age of Zhong Ying and Jun Buyi is only a fraction of the age of the old master, but the age of the old master is only a fraction of the age of Shenjun.

Xuehui Shenjun has lived too long years, and has been reincarnated and recultivated constantly. His breadth of research and depth of comprehension are by no means comparable to that of normal Taoist immortals.

Jun Buyi is somewhat similar to Shenjun, but the way Jun Buyi has cultivated in the past and present lives has always been the same, and the various methods are based on the talent of heaven and man, as well as the particularity of the magic weapon of natal life.

Moreover, I don't know what secret method was used between Shenjun and his followers, Shenjun Qinyin had a profound influence on their power, and immediately counterattacked desperately

The Hedao Heavenly Immortals, who were originally loose and careless about bickering and bragging, were not at all afraid, snorted coldly, found the nearest opponent, flew into the sky and fled the ground, and beat them hard.

Their bodies, minds and souls have been continuously refined by the heavenly calamity, and they are already immortal bones and immortal souls. As long as they don't disintegrate and explode or their souls fly away, they will not die if they are split in half, and the fight will become more and more fierce.

Overwhelmed with spells, hundreds of miles of land was flattened, streams and rivers backflowed, and tributaries shifted.

The sword intent and claw marks were scattered, the hillside was repeatedly bombarded by cutting horizontally and vertically, the ground was cracked with abysses and natural moats, and the wilderness was potholed.

Dao and will contend for the front, chaotic four seasons, sometimes shaded by trees, sometimes scorched earth, sometimes cold wind howling...

Even the emptiness often annihilates a piece, and the black wind blows from the black hole, stirring up the aura and magic power in a chaotic and chaotic manner.

A gust of black wind that leaks from the chains of prohibition will cause a natural disaster no less than a hurricane in Kyushu.

If it hadn't been for the king to come up with such a series of bans first, with dozens of monks at the level of immortals doing their best to fight, without the gods refining the "World Furnace", Kyushu would be half destroyed.

Shenjun Xuehui lowered his eyes and continued to pluck the silver strings. When the sound of the piano reverberated, it pulled the scattered clouds and condensed them into dark clouds.

In a few breaths, the pulverized weak water swayed, gradually forming a torrential rain, stabbing head and head.

Zhong Yue's fingertips caressed the blade of the sword, and the aura of spiritual light traced along the edge of the sword to the tip of the sword, pointed directly at the sky, and rose into the sky.

Thousands of Sword Intents encircled the surrounding ground as a territory, intersected with the black raindrops, and chopped off half of the rainy sky.

The evil cultivator wanted to sneak attack at this time, a crutch was struck head-on, and the person holding the stick was the old courtyard master.

Don't look at the old homeowner leaning on crutches, looking old and weak, but he cultivated the way of thick soil. If he was hit head-on, it would be like mountains crushing the top, and he couldn't get up after being smashed into the rock formation for a while.

There are not many people present who can face the old master with a cane. Only the body repair and the strange beast are physically tyrannical, and they can do it head-on.

Xie Xiu's chest was sunken by the shock, his internal organs were shattered, and he immediately fell into the shadows, while the abductor was entangled by flexible rattan, trying to eat away at the old master's flesh and blood.

A clear and crisp sound of the flute suddenly sounded, and the Patriarch of the Su family in Shenyun Mountain played the flute.

The rakshasa ghost girl came stepping on a mandala, her figure seemed to be virtual and real, her smile was like a flower, her jaded hands clinging to the fingertips of Su Family Master's sleeve, brushing the ends of her hair, easily touching the engravings in her heart and awakening her demons.

The sound of the flute was still steady, the Patriarch of the Su family frowned, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The voice of the Buddha recited, the bronze mountain bell was hanging in the air, the ancient bell was knocked for the first time, it pierced the blue clouds above, and cleared the evil spirits below, accompanied by the Sanskrit characters of Jizi.

I don't know where it is from, and after suddenly throwing dozens of magic weapons, it exploded, and the smoke and dust covered the sky and the sun...

If it is said that the head of the Su family has a trace of dao heart, the Yaozu doesn't cultivate their heart at all. King Feng stayed far away from the evil cultivator who cultivated the heart demon from the very beginning, and didn't get involved at all.

The fighting became more and more chaotic, Feng Wang joined hands with the barbarian spirit girl at some point to focus on clearing the way.

Feng Wang maintains a human shape, but his back spreads several feet long wings, his five fingers form claws, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are also covered with fluff.

The sensitive nose of the strange beast found Xie Xiu, and he threw himself down and bit him.

The spirit girl pursed her lips.

Everyone was more or less injured or worn out, but the one who suffered the most was the little spirit girl.

She summoned the beating beasts raised by the barbarians, and if she was not careful, the beasts were flying with flesh and blood, died in a miserable state, and even became puppets of evil cultivators.

The Phoenix King completely turned into an ice phoenix with dazzling feathers, and passed through the alien beast Moxiu, using the wings as blades while singing.

The ink rain was mixed with wind and snow, condensing the ground into icebergs and cold rivers, and the frozen things were cut into ice cubes by the wings, and the ice edges flew.

Zhong Yue came with his sword, and he drove side by side with Bingfeng.

The glacier wind blade moved towards the god with claws and claws, followed by the domineering and mighty sword intent domain.

The killing monk, Fuchen, held a Zen staff and turned into a Baizhang Killing Buddha, blocking the spreading glacier with his body.

Then Killing Buddha turned his hands into palms, from top to bottom, pressing down the soaring ice phoenix, but he couldn't stop the comprehension of the sword intent. Countless spiritual swords formed a long line, piercing through Killing Buddha's chest, and the golden body mist instantly shattered.

Fuchen's face was like gold paper, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, while a benevolent old monk stopped opposite him.

The old monk sighed, with his palms up, sitting cross-legged in meditation, and chanting the Dharma, golden runes wrapped around the two of them, wrapping them into a golden egg.Seemingly innocuous, Fuchen struggled, his body was petrified and unable to move, so he closed his eyes and read Buddhist scriptures.

"Old Xiulu, you can solve the mess of your Buddhist sect by yourself." After leaving a sentence, Zhong Yue's Qinglan Immortal Sword pointed at the god.

The god who had lowered his eyebrows raised his eyes at this moment, and the cold piano sound suddenly became heavy, forming layers of spiritual barriers.

The Qinglan Immortal Sword cast dense phantoms, however, the Divine Sovereign was unscathed.

No matter how many layers of spiritual barriers he splits, new spiritual barriers will form, and the divine monarch can no longer take Li Fang Shuijing into consideration, but the sword master never forces him to take a step back.

Zhong Yue's brows were quiet and his eyes were calm, as he kept stabbing the long sword, but the purest sharpness was hidden in his eyes, just like his swordsmanship, just and unstoppable.

One sword is heavier than one sword, one sword is stronger than one sword, it is worse than when the seven sword immortals were forced back with one against seven.

Xuehui Shenjun raised his eyes, he looked at the people of Yuxin Academy as if he was looking at his own junior, and couldn't help saying: "I also watched you grow up, when the previous sword master brought you to the sword tower, you were still reckless very……"

The broken walls behind Shenjun turned into an invisible abyss under the rage of swordsmanship, and the abyss space also ruptured.

But in the blink of an eye a few times, cracks appeared in the cohesion of the spiritual power barrier.

Shenjun praised: "Now, you are already out of blue."

Zhong Yue didn't pause for a moment. Although he looked at the hippie smiling face, he was not serious, but his goal was very clear, to make the gods pay for his life for chasing Yan Haizhu!

With a click, the spiritual barrier completely dissipated.

Facing the sword intent to open up the world, Shenjun stretched out his finger.

A palm-sized bead flew out from the cuff, and swept away in a straight line, devouring the sword intent one after another.The size of the beads does not look half the length, but they have changed from black to radiant.

Shenjun flicked his sleeves and threw the beads away.

boom--

The out-of-control power of the sword exploded violently, backlashing in all directions.

Zhong Yue had no choice but to retreat, being protected under the wings of Qingming's ice phoenix.

The prison was made of black thorns with countless barbs, entangled the ice phoenix, and when it was dragged into the ground, the long spear wrapped in flames came galloping, the god turned around, and used the body of Suixin to block it.

This space became viscous, and even time slowed down ten thousand times compared to the outside world.

When Lu Li gun, who was as fast as rain and thunder, approached him, he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The trembling god retreated a few feet, and then missed him due to the short distortion of space.

Zhong Ying held the speeding spear and swiped away. Before he could touch the god, he bumped into a huge monster.

Like a snake, the flood dragon surrounded Shenjun in vain, and under the cover of its huge body, the figure of Shenjun was completely invisible.

Zhong Ying missed the blow and immediately stabbed Jiaolong seven inches.

The snake is seven inches wide, and it is just a dragon. In Zhong Ying's eyes, it is no different from a snake.

The scales, which were as big as wooden basins, shattered in large pieces in an instant, blood was mutilated, hot blood splashed out, the dragon was in pain, howling angrily, and slapped it away.

Zhong Ying jumped up, his eyes flashed with flowing golden color, and he even slapped it with Lu Li's gun. He fought the beast with brute force, and did not lose the wind.

The blood of the demon race in his body was fully awakened, and at the same time as he flew out, the most vigorous tail of the dragon was knocked to one side, and the bloody ground suddenly burned, and the flames of the roasting meat all the way soon spread to the whole body of the dragon, and the pain was excruciating. Jiaolong rolled endlessly.

Shenjun gently pressed the strings, and under the melodious and brisk tune, the real fire was extinguished, the flesh grew, and even the scales healed in an instant.

"Go." The god gave a drop of blood, melted into the dragon's head, and patted its black horns.

"Third uncle..." Zhong Ying stabilized his figure and called out in a low voice, the thick silver bracelet wrapped around his wrist flashed a little blue light.

Jiaolong took off, but before reaching the sky, Yinglong held him down from top to bottom.The ancient alien species confronted the divine beast and real dragon, and the dragon was beaten violently at the lower bloodline level.

However, I don't know what kind of secret seeds the gods planted for it. The dragon's aura became violent, and even its body continued to soar. It quickly overcame the suppression of the blood, and the two sides continued to collide, bite, breathe, and the rolling wind and sand almost formed a storm.

Xuehui Shenjun stood out of thin air, with a flick of his sleeves, the dust and mist in front of him dissipated, and what caught his eyes was not the abyss that Zhong Yue had just cut out, but a beautiful scene full of vitality, with mountains, rivers, seas, insects, fish, birds and beasts... Hanging in the blue sky is the sun and the moon.

This is not an illusion created by the previous gods, but a real world.

...is in the volume of mountains and rivers.