East China Sea, Zuzhou, Yunmeng Pavilion Headquarters.
Old Mrs. Feng was sitting at the top. The atmosphere in the whole hall was very solemn. Ji Feng had already sent back the news about Miaoyin Pavilion. Dozens of sects and two great souls knew that no matter how slow their reaction was, It's definitely not just about walking down the mountain for Fang Nishang.
Combined with what happened at the Demon Sect some time ago, everyone in the Feng family felt a sense of impending rain.
Old Mrs. Feng tapped her crutch: "Everyone has no future. Look at themselves, they can't even stand! Even if the Xuanmen and the Demonic Sect really join forces to target our family, they still have to pay. Pay the price! Okay, let’s go down and do your own thing, don’t lose your sense of proportion because of this.”
Even though she seemed to be in control when facing the disciples of her clan, she felt deeply uneasy in her heart. Even though the True Immortal Yuanshen was usually aloof, a single line could decide the lives of thousands of people, and a single word could determine the lives of thousands of people. Set the rules for the world. But when the real catastrophe comes, they will be no different from ordinary monks.
Especially when it came to the Chi Kiss Secret Realm, the Five Emperors family lost five true immortals!
Moreover, even if the clan subsequently used the Daojun series information, they could not find any information about Tang Yuan.
A large visible net is overwhelmingly covering the Five Emperors Family.
"If the sky at this time still has five colors, who would dare to do this!" Mrs. Feng looked up at the sky and sighed in her heart.
No matter how powerful the Five Emperors Family is in the Earthly Immortal Realm, few can compete with it. However, even the Five-Color Heavenly Court is a thing of the past. In the past, these ethnic groups were just branches that were not qualified to go to the Heavenly Realm and stayed in the ancestral land of the Earthly Immortal Realm. That’s all.
If it hadn't been for the collapse of the Five Color Divine Court, when many spiritual treasures broke through the realm and came to surrender, their branches might not even be able to survive the cleansing of the Earthly Immortal Realm.
It was able to occupy the general trend for a period of time before, and even opened the Yunmeng Pavilion, grabbing a lot of resources in the earthly immortal world. However, the three major inheritances of Taoism and Buddhism were fighting endlessly, and there were also constant conflicts within themselves, so that the Five Emperors Family met at the right time. Made it.
You must know that today's world is still ruled by Taoism, and Buddhism and demonism can slightly compete with them. Any remaining forces are worthless in front of them.
"Old friend, it seems I have to go for a walk!" Mrs. Feng, who had been thinking for a moment, stood up on crutches, as if she was talking to someone.
Beside her, a piano sound suddenly sounded, and the murderous intention was unmistakable.
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City of Sound.
Wang Heng looked at the young man in front of him and said with a cold expression: "You can't beat me, and you are not a true follower of the law. Why don't you just give up like them?"
Ji Li smiled and said: "You and I are the same. Since we are standing here, there is no reason to let one's own heart and retreat easily!"
With that said, Ji Lizhen took out another piano and placed it on the eucalyptus.
With her slender white fingers, she gently fiddled with it and attracted everyone's attention with just a few sounds.
"This is a drama from my youth, I hope you will appreciate it!"
Even Yan Cai was distracted for a moment by the gentle tone.
Luo You also spoke to Tang Yuan and said: "This qin once had a spirit. It was a magic weapon that fell from the level of spiritual treasures. Judging from its format, it is likely that it was leftover from the Feng family's grand imitation of Fu Xi's qin in the past. of waste."
When the Five-Colored Heaven fell, each family of the descendants of the Five Emperors had the most famous clan-suppressing spiritual treasures in the history of the clan. However, the best of the spiritual treasures, such as the Xuanyuan Sword and Fuxi Qin, either remained in the hands of the original owners, or were It was lost somewhere, but it didn't end up in the immortal world, either in the Ji family or the Feng family.
In order to imitate this representative of the Fuxi clan, the Feng family spent countless spiritual materials and precious embryos.
Finally, a Lingbao-level "Fuxi Qin" was finally made.
Others that did not succeed in the end were called scraps.
But even if it is a waste product, it is built according to the highest standards. The spiritual materials used are still too high for refining spiritual treasures. If it is refined into a magic weapon, it will be a complete waste of resources!
Therefore, the piano in Ji Li's hands is probably one of the "waste pianos" of that year.
But even if it is a "waste piano", it is still compared to the prestigious "Fuxi Qin" at the phantom level!
After talking about the song, everyone still had some unfinished thoughts. They still stayed in the misty white clouds and towering green mountains outlined by the sound of the piano, and stayed in the immortal life like a paradise, with wandering clouds and wild cranes.
Logically speaking, this piece of music is only of average quality, but under the interpretation of the piano sound, the effect is surprisingly good.
The illusion created by the ethereal sound of the piano almost enchanted everyone.
This is a power similar to that of a spiritual treasure!
After talking about the song, Ji Li almost collapsed, so he had to do some tricks on the piano in advance, which allowed him to play the entire song while giving full play to the piano.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to master this qin just with Ji Li's cultivation level and not-so-top musical level!
But now with its bonus, Ji Li's performance is undoubtedly superb!
Wang Heng was also fascinated by the music. When he saw Ji Li put away the piano and looked at him, he slowly said: "Even without the piano, this is still a beautiful piece of music."
Ji Li was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said: "It's just a random thing, not worth mentioning!"
But there was something more inexplicable in his expression.
Wang Heng took out his bamboo flute again, put it to his mouth, and tried a few notes. Although the sound was crisp and sweet, it couldn't be compared with the natural sound of Ji Li's piano.
But there was no worry or fear on Wang Heng's face, just a hint of unruly confidence in his calmness.
"This is a song I composed one day while watching the fight between ants. Please listen to it!"
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No one has ever imagined that just one flute can play so many and magnificent melody changes.
In the sound of Wang Heng's flute, two groups of ant tribes, like two countries, staged countless love and hatred, conspiracies, bloody battlefields, national disasters and civilian disasters.
Even though they are just ants, there are heroes, beauties, treacherous ministers, and common people among the ants. Each of them constitutes this epic and magnificent kingdom.
The story gradually reaches its climax. Outside the two tribes, something more terrifying happened. Wang Heng discovered these two ant nests.
He is like the god of creation or the demon of destruction of the ant tribe. He can decide the survival of these two tribes according to his own preferences.
Either it is blazing with fire, or it is destroyed by floods, or it is turned upside down.
For Wang Heng, it was just a matter of effort.
But for these two tribes, this is a disaster that cannot even be imagined, a sudden catastrophe that is incomprehensible.
At the climax, the bamboo flute suddenly broke.
