The sound of the piano played by Hua Jiunan is very strange:
It is said that it is not an illusion, but outsiders cannot see the thousands of troops surrounding Qiong Shen at all;
Call it an illusion, but there is no explanation for the wounds that keep appearing out of thin air on Qiong Shen's body.
Seeing this scene, Chang Baye continued to quietly bless Hua Jiunan with his Taoist deeds, while he softly asked Xiao Wuxin who was doing the same thing.
It is precisely because of the blessings of the Zhenguo Divine Beast and the Second Demon Lord that Hua Jiu can deal with Qiong Shen so easily and comfortably.
After all, at this time, he was still far from reaching the height of the "Sea of Blood".
"Little Master Wuxin, Mr. Xiao, his magical powers are really domineering."
"More domineering than the Taoist disciples who spread beans and become soldiers!"
"The soldiers who scatter beans can be seen by others, but Mr. Xiao's is 'killing invisible'!"
Before the young monk could speak, he heard Hua Jiunan singing softly while playing the piano.
"Zhao Ke is wearing a tassel, and Wu is covered with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."
"Kill a man in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it is done, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name. When he is leisurely passing the Xinling Mausoleum to have a drink, he takes off his sword and stands in front of his knees..."
As the last chant of "Take off the sword and kneel forward" ended, the Nanlu sword behind Hua Jiunan suddenly shook slightly.
No movement was seen on it, and red thin lines suddenly appeared in the sword body, which was originally as clear as dewdrops.
Just like a drop of blood falling into clear water, it keeps spreading.
Qiong Shen, on the other hand, was already kneeling on the ground with his hands on his throat and a look of reluctance on his face.
Blood spurted out from between the fingers like a burst faucet.
No matter how hard Qiong Shen tried, he couldn't stop it.
"No! I don't want to die yet!"
"Please, Emperor, Emperor, please spare my life!"
Hua Jiunan just stood up slowly, put away the guqin, rewrapped it in golden animal skin and carried it on his back.
"Those who kill will always be killed."
"When you enslave and devour the Holy Spirit of this world, you should have expected the results today."
"They also begged you for mercy, but who did you spare?!"
The struggling Qiong Shen saw that he had no hope of survival and began to become hysterical.
He simply stopped covering his throat and allowed the blood to spurt wildly, forming a pool of blood at his feet.
Four eyes stood in a row, staring at Hua Jiunan full of resentment, as if to keep him in mind.
Then he raised his arms and looked up at the sky.
"The great incarnation of death, the tyrant Lord Balor (Note 1), your humble followers are willing to sacrifice to get a glimpse of your eyes!"
"Please curse the man in front of you, curse him for a life without joy, a restless death, the death of his relatives, and the sudden death of all nine clans!"
After Qiong Shen's curse of sacrificing everything was completed, Hua Jiunan felt cold all over his body.
It was as if in the darkest place of the endless universe, a pair of extremely evil eyes slowly opened and looked at him.
It's just that this feeling comes and goes quickly.
Moreover, when he "went", he looked "hurriedly", as if he was afraid that his eyes would burn if he looked too much...
Hua Jiunan is the closest Jietian royal family to the Supreme Saint. After a little thought, he has vaguely guessed that the so-called "Balor" really exists.
And God Qiong's curse really "led" him here.
Before Hua Jiunan could ask, Qiong Shen suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain, and then made a "wuwu" sound that sounded like he couldn't breathe.
Immediately afterwards, the whole body quickly shriveled up and disappeared into a wisp of dust.
It seems that "Balor" is really not a good god - he didn't "do anything" for God Qiong, and even took away everything from him.
Flesh, flesh, and even soul...
Just when Hua Jiunan was secretly complaining, he arrived at the land of Renzu.
"Wang San", who was playing chess with Poseidon and whose defeat was certain, suddenly frowned and looked "in the distance" with a cold snort.
And seemingly "accidentally" knocked over the chessboard on the table.
When the Poseidon opposite saw this, his face was full of helplessness.
"Emperor Jiang Chu, you are really becoming more and more rogue."
"So what if you surrender? Why do you flip the table every time the chess game reaches a desperate situation..."
Emperor Jiang Chu, who had always been arrogant, couldn't help but blush slightly when he saw his little thoughts being discovered by Poseidon.
Fortunately, he had been working in the fields all his life, so his face was quite tanned, so he could barely cover it up.
But even so, "Wang San" would not admit that he did it intentionally, and still said stubbornly with his neck straight.
"I, Emperor Jiang Chu, will never lose to anyone! The chess game is like this, and the same is true in this world!"
"Hmph, if anyone dares to let my Jiuer lose in this life, I, the Emperor, will fight him again even if I risk my life, and the sky will tilt to the northwest, and the earth will sink to the southeast!"
"He has also upset the big game of the world. At worst, we can all start over again!"
Note, Balor: The demon plus the god of death in Celtic mythology, and the tyrant leader of the Fermor tribe.
Like God Qiong, he was an outsider from the ancient times, but he was the most powerful one.
In front of Jedi Tiantong, he was exiled to the desolate void again by the Supreme Being.
