The king and god came on stage, the whole place was silent, and everyone was watching!
Everyone in Canglan knows that Junshen is a legend in mythology and a ceiling among his contemporaries!
His martial arts strength is very powerful!
But I have never heard anyone say that he is good at music!
Now, Lord God is on the high platform, and he is going to have a piano duel with the Prodigy King of Dragon Hunting Ancient Star!
The music played by the king of heaven is terrible. Can the king and god win in the way of music?
Countless people here in Canglan were nervous and their hearts beat rapidly.
In every city, every village, countless sentient beings looked up at the big curtain in the sky, gazing at the majestic figure with thick black hair and an abyss of momentum in the screen.
"Lord Liming, are you going to compete with me in a music competition?"
The proud king of the Holy Dragon Hunting Sect saw Jun Wuxie come on stage and sit down at the piano table. He was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.
There was undisguised joking in that smile.
Their main purpose this time was to deal with this person, so they checked his past very carefully. There was never any news that Jun Wuxie knew music, and no one saw him touching any musical instrument.
Does Jun Wuxie like this still want to compete with him who has specialized in studying music?
Besides, he also practiced the secret technique of sound killing!
"It's not appropriate to talk about competition. I'm here to teach you what the way of music is."
His deep eyes and calm tone showed his strength.
As soon as these words came out, the people in Canglan suddenly showed expressions of excitement, and their hearts were filled with anticipation.
It seems that Jun Shen really understands music. Otherwise, how could he say such a thing as Jun Shen?
On the big screen in the sky, subtitles filled the screen like crazy.
Those nymphomaniacs began to express their love and confession like crazy. The male god in their hearts was not only powerful in martial arts, good-looking and charming in temperament, but he was also good at music. He was so perfect that he had no shortcomings!
The proud king of the Dragon Hunting Sect turned gloomy and said sarcastically: "Mr. Liming is really boastful, so let me see how accomplished you are in the art of music! Which one comes first, or the one who comes first?" Come?"
"You come first."
Jun Wuxie looked at him calmly.
"Then Lord Liming, please stay calm. Don't be like the fairy from the Holy Medical Sect who vomits blood and can't even walk steadily, hahaha!"
The proud king of the Dragon Hunting Sect laughed wildly, and then his hands on the Yao Qin violently plucked the strings.
The clang of the piano sounded again, accompanied by the violent roar of the dragon.
It's still the same song I played before.
Jun Wuxie sat in front of the piano table, his expression calm and extremely calm.
He allowed the sound of the piano, which contained the power of secret magic, to hit, without changing his expression.
In the process, he also made a comment, "In the Tao of music, you are just a layman who has not yet started. If you have a Tao, you are half-filled with jingle. That's what you are talking about. You can't even understand the basic rhythm." Achieve pure and perfect control, but the lack of resonance of the sound prevents the secret aura of your playing from evolving into better effects.
However, it takes a lot of courage for a dabbler like you to dare to show your shame at a martial arts mythology exchange conference. "
"you!"
The Prodigy King of the Dragon Hunting Sect was so angry that his blood boiled when he heard this comment.
Seeing that his opponent didn't react at all to his secret technique of sound killing, he was also shocked and angry. The light of law on the hands that plucked the strings became brighter, and his whole body was filled with light.
However, even though he played frantically, and no matter how shocking the strange phenomena of note evolution were, he still couldn't make Jun Wuxie have the slightest abnormal reaction.
The people in Canglan were very excited when they saw it, and it turned out that they had to take action after all!
The young man's powerful musical secret skills of the Dragon Hunting Saint Sect were useless in front of the Lord God!
They saw that the young man's face was covered with sweat and his fingers were pumping blood.
Finally, after playing the song, the sound of the piano stopped.
The proud king of the Dragon-Hunting Holy Sect pressed the strings with his bloody palms, panting violently, and was very tired.
Jun Wuxie just looked at him calmly.
Such a gesture makes the proud king go crazy in his heart!
People from all the forces outside the territory showed surprise.
The secret technique of sound killing was amazing, but Jun Wuxie didn't react at all. How could it be like this?
It shouldn’t be!
"It's your turn, come on!"
The proud king of the Dragon Hunting Sect was not convinced. Being able to withstand his piano music did not mean that Jun Wuxie could play any powerful piano music.
Even if he really knew some music, there was no way he could have practiced the secret technique of music killing!
"Not urgent."
Jun Wuxie lowered his head and looked at the blood stains on the Yao Qin, slowly wiping the strings and dyeing the silk handkerchief red.
"Her blood will not be shed in vain."
A faint voice came from his mouth, and he placed the silk handkerchief beside the piano table.
At this moment, he suddenly plucked the strings and swept his fingers across the strings.
Zheng——
The sound of the piano sounded, and in an instant, a vast battlefield appeared on the entire piano platform, with endless armies fighting, and the righteousness and darkness of the world were overwhelming.
A shocking killing force soared into the sky, sweeping out with a terrifying will to kill.
At this moment, everyone, whether they were present or those who saw this scene through the big screen, heard the sound of hundreds of millions of troops rushing to kill in their ears and minds, as if they were in a vast apocalyptic battlefield.
The despair of the apocalypse, the endless blood, the mountains of piled corpses, and the sea of blood with no end in sight, all appeared before our eyes.
This feeling occupies the whole heart, and it is difficult to restrain the trembling feeling in the heart. It feels like falling into an abyss and being swallowed by despair.
"No!"
On the high platform, the Prodigy King of the Dragon Hunting Temple had a face full of horror, his pupils dilated, as if he had encountered an unparalleled terror, and he let out a desperate and fear-filled scream.
"This is not true. The end of the world has come, all hope has been buried, and my life is over!"
He roared heartbreakingly, as if he was crazy. His body continued to break apart under Qinyin's murderous intent on the battlefield, and blood spattered.
Immediately, his whole body was shocked by the sound of the piano and flew out from the high platform. His body exploded in the air, leaving only his head falling on the red carpet. His head was full of cracks, his eyes were wide open, and his lips were open and closed. Can't make any sound.
The sound of the piano stops!
In the whole process, Jun Wuxie only plucked the strings once.
Everyone was still immersed in that terrifying illusion, and it was not until a moment later that they returned to reality. They were sweating profusely, panting, their eyes were frightened, and their legs were trembling.
Except for a limited number of people present, no one has personally experienced the torrent of the apocalypse.
The aura of darkness, the terror and despair of the doomsday, pulled them into boundless fear.
This is true for the people under the high platform, let alone the genius on the stage.
The people who came back to their senses looked at the cracked head on the red carpet, and they were all silent!
terrible!
What kind of music is this? It can actually make people fall into the illusion of the apocalyptic torrent, as if they are actually there!
Not to mention other people, even the Eternal Saint Realm experts present were frightened and felt chilled all over!
"This is the way of music. It embodies life experiences and thoughts in the heart. The heart, mind, body and piano are combined, and the sound is the law.
You guys are still far away. "
"Junshen! The way of music leads to the gods! How can it be compared to those clowns, hahaha!"
Someone broke the silence, instantly making the whole place boil.
Whether it was those watching the excitement, the Canglan people participating in the meeting, or the subtitles on the big screen, they were all frantically filling the screen at this moment.
The faces of people outside the territory were ashen, especially those of the Dragon Hunting Sect.
Their young prodigy king actually died during the fighting, leaving only his broken head!
Before that, their proud king put on a high profile and mocked Canglan.
As a result, he was crushed in the blink of an eye and no bones were left!
This slap hit their faces so hard that they lost both their wives and their troops!
"In the second round of the literary fight, Lord Liming wins!"
The eternal strong man from Tiandao Academy came to his senses and announced loudly, with an unconcealable smile on his face.
During the fighting session, a sound of music crushed the opponent to pieces, something that no one had ever done at any previous martial arts mythology exchange conference!
"In the third round, which force from outside your territory will come?"
Jun Wuxie glanced at all the forces outside the territory. Wherever he looked, there was silence. Not to mention the proud kings, even the saints and saints did not dare to look at him, and they all felt horrified.
The sound of the piano is so terrible!
Being under the high platform makes them feel cold and covered in cold sweat. If they go up on the stage, what kind of terrible musical impact will they suffer?
"Tsk, didn't some people talk nonsense before? Why are they all mute now?
What are you looking at? Holy Son Wuchen, I am talking about you. Do you dare to come up and communicate with Jun Shen Wen Dou?
It's not sad to have no strength, but it's sad to have lost the courage to stand up. Don't be a coward, why are you acting like a wimp, hahaha! "
The toad touched its round, white belly, squinted its eyes, and laughed loudly.
The people outside the territory were trembling with anger, but no one dared to answer the question, and Holy Son Wuchen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Isn't this what he said before? This damn toad was returned intact!
"The Lord God is mighty! When the sound of the zither plays, all the people outside the territory take off their armor, and no one is a man!"
Someone laughed loudly, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
The young strong men from outside the territory were so angry that their faces were distorted, their expressions were gloomy, and their teeth were almost broken!
How unreasonable, how dare you humiliate them like this in public, saying that they have no talent and are not men. This kind of humiliation is unbearable for them!
The ancient ancestors outside the territory see that this is not the way to go, otherwise they will be laughed to death if they raise their heads in the starry sky in the future!
"Fellow Taoist from Tiandao Academy, this is a literary fight, but it resulted in a life. Is there something wrong? Is it that the bottom line has been exceeded?
Since it's a literary fight, you can't hurt people's lives. Injury is already the biggest bottom line! If this continues, how can we still have friendly exchanges? "
"Yes, the music played by Liming Junshen is too harsh. How can this kind of sound-killing technique be used in the martial arts mythology exchange conference? Doing so has deviated from the original intention of the exchange!"
The eternal strong man from Tiandao Academy heard this and looked at them calmly, "What do you fellow Taoists want?"
"Of course what we mean is to stick to the original intention of the fight. No lives or serious injuries are allowed. Minor injuries are the bottom line!"
They all spoke righteously and strictly.
The eternal master of Tiandao Academy did not respond immediately. Instead, he looked at Jun Wuxie who was sitting in front of the piano table on the high platform and said, "Junshen, what do you think of their proposal?"
Wow!
Suddenly, the people who were still angry at the double standards and shamelessness of the ancestors from outside the territory all screamed in surprise.
The eternal strong man of Tiandao Academy actually calls you the king and god!
In the world of cultivation, when it comes to you, usually only people with low status do this to people with high status!
The eternal strong man of Tiandao Academy actually placed his status below the Lord God!
"In that case, I will agree to their request. From now on, I will not use the song just now."
"Goddess Liming, as the leader of the dynasty, he must be sure of what he says!"
The ancient ancestors outside the territory sneered in their hearts. In this case, their people could continue fighting.
If the person named Jun doesn't use the song just now, then the power of the other songs may be very different.
After all, such a secret technique of sound killing must have been obtained by great opportunity. There should be no similar secret technique again.
Their saint son and saint girl still have a chance to win in the literary fight.
"I never break my word." Jun Wuxie looked at all the young men and women outside the domain and said, "Come together, otherwise you won't have any chance."
"You! You are so arrogant!"
Those saints and saints were furious. What did they think of these remarks? Such naked contempt deeply hurt their self-esteem!
On the big screen in the sky, people from outside the area were frantically swiping the screen, accusing Jun Wuxie of being too arrogant, and that he would surely suffer the consequences of extreme happiness.
Canglan's people launched a fierce counterattack, causing those outside the territory to break through their defenses again and again.
