The tip of the knife stirred up the mist, creating a soft light. The blade was covered with a layer of flame, extremely bright and pure. The ground with Bai Ya as the center suddenly cracked, and something seemed to be digging under the earth, forming a special shape. Everyone knows this picture, it is a spliced yin and yang fish. Jun Aoyan and her father both stepped back for fear of stepping on it.
Bai Ya danced the sword out of thin air, just like practicing swordsmanship, without any target. In the past, he probably didn't like these "showy tricks", and he never thought that one day he would need to rely on them to save his life. It was also ironic.
He felt a warm current lingering between his hand and the knife, as if he was grasping the pulse of something living.
Is this the "principle" of yin and yang that Shui Wujun said?
I'm afraid he has never understood it in the past and never exerted the true power of the Yin and Yang swords.
Qi Huan felt his fingertips numb. He didn't know how long he had been playing, but he vaguely felt that he could now follow Liu Shenghan's rhythm more skillfully. But he didn't always play the piano before, at least his fingertips didn't have many calluses, and some of them were in the wrong position. He opened his eyes slightly, wondering what the situation was now.
Qi Huan was slightly startled and was immediately glared at by Shenghan. He stopped for a moment and then immediately continued playing.
He discovered that at some point they had arrived at a place he had never seen before. Is this some kind of barrier? He wasn't sure, he only knew that everything in front of him had changed dramatically. He couldn't see the high wall he was sitting on - but he did feel something solid beneath his legs, he just couldn't see it. He couldn't see anyone else, only Liu Shenghan seemed to be floating next to him. A blue-green stream of light passed around her, probably some kind of spiritual power flow.
"This is……"
"It's the sound range." She answered simply, "This is the simplest magic circle we can build... I don't know if it can be done."
Just as he was talking, the light in front of him suddenly condensed to a point, gradually spread and took shape, until it formed a seemingly translucent figure. Qi Huan was stunned, but he continued to play. The scene before him made the pain in his fingertips temporarily ignored.
He saw a beautiful woman.
The long green hair is like the first snow in early winter, and the bright red skirt is like the first flower in midsummer. It seems cold and warm, paradoxical. He wasn't sure if this was a real person or an illusion. After all, how could there be a woman with such an exquisite face in the world? But just talking about her appearance would be too superficial. She just stood there without making any movements or expressions. The power emanating from her body could make people of all ages and genders stay in her presence, just to bathe in that magnanimous light for one more moment. Favor. Even the best craftsmen in the world cannot carve one tenth of her tenderness.
Qi Huan had never heard Liu Shenghan's long metaphor - she rarely used rhetoric to describe anything. Even so, he had a guess. Could it be...
"Kuchue-kun..." Ruyue-kun looked at her sadly, but there was a sense of joy in his eyes, "Fortunately, I can contact you. Do you have anything important to do now?"
"Ah, are you the Hong Xuan Qing girl? That's the goddess?"
Qi Huan also claims to be a person who has seen the world, and his words are not too unkind, but he is somewhat nervous. This time I was nervous, the rhythm of my men was a little messy again. The flow of light surrounding the two six-path impermanence became disordered. Liu Shenghan panicked a little, and he immediately readjusted the movements of his hands. It was too risky and almost failed.
Qingnv shook her head: "What you have here is more important. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
"This piano... is too old. It is the structure of our time. It only has five strings. Can you play it? This child's skills are limited, and he probably cannot fully control this piano. About it, How much do you know?"
Qingnv immediately came closer and looked at this cherished piano carefully. She frowned slightly, expressing confusion:
"I admittedly know very little about it, but
Like everyone else, I have heard those far-fetched legends. If there is a resurrection of the dead, we will definitely know about it. So...it is still a mystery who made it and placed it here. This problem cannot be solved, and there is no way to analyze how it should be used and what its power is. But I can feel that this piano is not best played by humans. Monsters cannot touch it directly, because it has the power to resist monsters - so it is best not to use it rashly, as it will suck away people's lifespan. "
"...I'll just say it will shorten your life span."
"Don't worry, if you play it occasionally, it won't have much impact. But if you want to stimulate its divine power - I'm afraid it's most beneficial to use the Six Paths of Impermanence to do it."
Liu Shenghan smiled bitterly and said, "You know how many pounds I have. But it's impossible to invite you over now...I don't want you to come over either."
The young girl thought about it again and again, and came up with a plan.
The two of them saw the phantom of the young girl passing her hands out of thin air. Suddenly, frost and snow burst into the air, and a beautiful lyre appeared in front of them. The body of the piano was a little red, as if it were made of blood, and it was shimmering with dense and bright pearls. It was probably an eight-treasure body. There are ice patterns on the piano, and the gold emblem on the piano is very expensive at a glance. It's a little difficult to identify what kind of wood it is. Qi Huan felt that it should be Qingtong wood, otherwise it would not have such a good texture. Such a gorgeous lyre is very suitable for the equally beautiful goddess.
She suddenly reached out her hand and cut a row of strings with her red nails. Then, the strings made of these silk threads were intertwined and suddenly rushed towards Qi Huan. He didn't dare to stop while his hand was still on the piano, and he leaned back slightly. Five of the strings fell on each of the banjos and were compatible with them. The other two fell on his left and right wrists respectively and were buried under the skin.
"Eh?!" He was a little surprised. Although it was a little strange, it didn't hurt.
"The magic power cannot last too long." Qingnv said, "I will buy more time for you. You must come back safely."
"Yes." Liu Shenghan nodded, "Before that, I will find Lord Yingyue."
Qingnv smiled faintly, and her whole body suddenly lost color. At the same time, all the surrounding scenes were twisted together and quickly collapsed and dissipated. In the blink of an eye, they immediately returned to the battlefield.
Qi Huan raised his hand. There seemed to be nothing on his wrist, and the body of the instrument was normal. It felt like a dream just now. It was very dark, but it shouldn't be sunset yet... Qi Huan and Sheng Han raised their heads and found a huge, black cloud in the sky. The shape of this cloud is irregular and clearly distinguishable from pure white clouds. They are tangled together and not yet formed.
Qi Huan looked down the wall again, and Bai Ya was looking up at him with a knife.
"Oh..." Qi Huan raised his eyebrows, "Why do I feel that you are different from before?"
"Is there any?" Bai Ya looked confused.
But Qi Huan was right, he was indeed somewhat different, but the changes were minimal. His knife was coated with a strange light, and it looked like a flame burning, but very slowly. Wherever the knife passes, it will drag out a long trail of light, which will take a long time to disappear. The black knife can draw a dazzling white light, while the white knife can actually show the ink-like blackness.
Bai Ya also had this kind of flame, and his whole body was shrouded in this strange phenomenon. Although the enemies in front of him - all the enemies, were nailed to the spot as if they were frozen and kept moving forward, Bai Ya did not show any signs of fatigue or being entangled after a fierce battle. bloody. There are none of these, but it looks relaxed and clean.
"Hmm - I feel like you've become gentler."
"ill."
"Well no."
Musical Heaven is bound by a kind of force - it is those strange lights, like chains, that tightly wrap it. There is an extremely huge magic circle at its feet. The main array looks like the Nine Palaces and Bagua. The auxiliary array is a bit small and too far away for him to see clearly.
. He asked him with some surprise:
"You know how to do magic! Can you also draw formations?"
"I only remember these few. If I can't memorize the others, I will use whatever I can."
Qi Huan really didn't expect him to have this ability. When he saw him fighting and killing on weekdays, he thought he didn't know anything about battle tactics. Generally, when drawing an array, a lot of materials are needed. If not, more complex connections need to be built and stronger spiritual power needs to be injected. His power seemed to flow from the sword continuously, and even the fatigue of the battle was dissipated.
"This knife of yours...is really good!"
"Why are you still thinking about this?"
Liu Shenghan jumped down from the wall and landed in front of them. She turned the pen in her hand and looked at the monster. Then he asked Bai Ya: "Where are the general and Aoyan?"
"I wrote a few spells and asked them to quickly paste them on the walls of the Imperial City. Once the spells are formed, the barrier in the sky will take effect, completely isolating the interior of the Imperial City from the outside world. No more people can be allowed in now. ”
"That's really helpful... Everything will be fine. I'll strengthen the seal."
Having said that, Liu Shenghan was heading towards the music world. They both called to her:
"etc!"
Liu Shenghan turned around, his eyes asking what they wanted to say.
"It's too dangerous, you have to be careful." Bai Ya spoke first. She shook her head, as if laughing at whether he had forgotten that he would not die. Qi Huan originally wanted to show concern first, but since Lao Bai spoke first, he might as well get straight to the point.
"This, this Qin... How can Lord Kutsutsuki help us?"
"Just play it."
After saying that, she turned around and left. Both Qi Huan and Bai Ya looked at her back, hesitating. Bai Ya asked him:
"Can you handle it?"
"I'm not sure, but even if the seal is lifted, these people shouldn't be able to hurt me. Even if the wall is pushed down, I will have time to move to another place."
"Okay, I'll go help Shenghan."
He also carried a pair of knives and ran towards the place where Liu Shenghan had walked, passing through one "wooden man" after another. After they all left, Qi Huan frowned, showing an expression of bitterness and hatred.
Still don't know what to do.
But you can’t let your guard down at this time, after all, everyone else is working so hard. Calm down, think about it, and find out what it felt like to deal with Tengu...
He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. At that time, he actually thought he was going to die. After all, the terrain was so steep that even if the Tengu didn't kill him, any falling rock could kill him. In front of such huge natural forces as mountains and rivers, the power of a mere human being and even monsters is very small. Admittedly, he had some thoughts of breaking the pot.
At that time, he was no longer afraid.
Peace, just immense peace. Fortunately he landed on the Tengu and didn't fall too badly. then……
He talks to it.
Yes, talk.
As long as we can communicate, we can negotiate.
As long as you are willing to communicate, everything can be solved.
But both parties must first understand what the other party means... Expression is important, but listening is more important.
He had been healed by Lamb and gained some of its powerful regenerative powers. More importantly, he learned a kind of magic from it, which he only discovered after falling into Shiyue Mountain.
That is spiritual communication.
Closing his eyes, he tried to listen to the sounds in the air. It had been too impetuous before, he knew - and too happy. Reuniting with friends, even in dangerous circumstances, is exhilarating. This was not calm enough. He had to persuade himself. Then he put his hands on the piano and listened silently without saying a word.
He heard people sobbing, one after another.
And the wrath and lamentation of God.
