The location of the earthquake is in a museum.

In the huge auditorium, the pianist sat in front of an antique piano.

He has gray hair and looks very elegant in a tuxedo.

He was intoxicated with the music he composed and showed a satisfied smile.

At this moment, he seemed like an elegant artist rather than a murderous devil.

The heavy door was suddenly pushed open, and Yu Zheng, holding a water and fire stick, arrived hand in hand with the painstaking abbot of Dajue Temple in Xishan.

"Pianist, I'm here to find you!" Yu Xing said coldly.

The pianist seemed unaware, and his music became more impassioned, like the last wave in a wave.

His movements began to become richer, like a person completely obsessed with the sound of the piano.

Seeing this, Yu Xing was about to break out, but was stopped by Abbot Wuxin's Buddhist beads.

"Whether he is intoxicated in his works or does it on purpose, don't let it affect your mood."

Abbot Kuxin narrowed his eyes slightly and his body was slightly hunched, but he was already in the best fighting condition.

Until more than ten minutes later, the piano sound suddenly stopped!

The pianist exhaled a breath, with a satisfied smile in his eyes, and turned to look at the two people:

"Oh, it's the child of that day."

"Are you...his senior?"

Abbot Kuxin clasped his hands together: "Didn't you kill a young monk that day?"

"I am his master."

The pianist showed a slightly surprised expression: "That's it."

Immediately, the surprise turned into a smile.

"That's fine."

"In this case, the new works I compose will not be boring."

In an instant, a dark light burst out from the pianist's body, and a pair of cold eyes slowly opened from the darkness, like an evil ghost full of obsession.

The owner of those eyes slowly walked out of the forest. He was a strange man wearing the clothes of a Renaissance pianist.

"Then... let's start the show with my music!"

Sonorous notes suddenly played.

A gust of dark wind echoed in the auditorium.

"Act 1, the glory of the times!"

The pianist's moves are completely different from those of the first time he faced Zhang Peng. The melodious sound of the piano composes a gorgeous movement.

The huge auditorium instantly transformed into an elegant world.

It seemed to be Italy during the Renaissance, with an atmosphere of art and elegance.

One by one, the musicians talked and laughed with each other, constantly moving closer to the lingering fear and painstaking abbot among the notes.

Suddenly, they began to smile.

It's just that smile, with a hint of weirdness.

The musical instruments in their hands gradually turned into ancient swords amid the sound of the piano, and they came towards the two of them!

Yu Xing and Abbot Ku Xin looked at each other.

Immediately, the water and fire sticks were launched.

"mighty……"

The water and fire sticks hit the ground hard.

The ghost government officials waved water and fire sticks one after another and rushed towards the figures with the music playing around them.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sticks of water and fire and the sword of the west collided with each other, and they were indistinguishable for a while.

Abbot Kuxin did not take any action, but carefully observed the pianist's methods.

"This method is not summoning spirits, nor is it illusion."

"But if they are not souls and they are not false, where do these people come from?"

Abbot Kuxin closed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see the pianist's flaws.

On the other side, the pianist seemed to be aware of Abbot Qishin's observation, smiled slightly, and didn't take it seriously.

Yu Xing used the control of the ghost government to smash all the illusory figures around him one by one.

At the same time, he quickly rushed towards the pianist in front!

Abbot Kuxin did not stop him, but he clasped his hands and focused his attention to the extreme.

However, I saw that the sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the magnificent music began to become quieter:

"Act 2, natural singing."

The sound of the piano seems to be calling nature.

The Italian Renaissance world disappeared and instantly turned into an unknown landscape beauty.

The entire auditorium seemed to have completely changed at this moment.

The wide river blocked the lingering footsteps.

Yu Xing snorted coldly, and the water and fire stick was filled with cold air, and he slapped it hard towards the water surface.

"Hiss!"

Amidst the sound of teeth grinding, the cold air began to quickly solidify the invisible river.

I also saw the breeze blowing and the leaves falling all over the sky.

Suddenly, these fallen leaves seemed to be controlled by someone, and the heavy rain rushed towards the lingering waves like pear blossoms.

"careful!"

Abbot Kuxin finally took action.

With a wave of the Buddha bead, the whole body was covered with golden light.

With lingering fear, a ghostly shadow of a bronze bell suddenly appeared all over his body.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The fallen leaves left deep scratches on the shadow of the bronze bell.

Yu Xie's face darkened.

These fallen leaves are actually sharper than swords.

Abbot Kuxin frowned, and after staring for a moment, he murmured:

"Something's wrong."

"When the fallen leaves first appeared, they were clearly an illusion and had no real aura at all."

"But how can it go from virtual to real in the blink of an eye?"

"Even among the older generation of Taoists, there are not many who can do this."

But when Abbot Kuxin pushed with his hands, the phantom of the bronze bell scattered the fallen leaves all around, and the lingering fear rushed forward again!

But at this moment, there was strange movement on the frozen lake!

One by one, the arms actually broke through the ice and grabbed at the lingering ankle.

Abbot Kuxin's eyebrows twitched.

This happens again!

There was nothing strange about the river before, as if it had changed in an instant!

Thinking of this, Abbot Qi Xin stopped watching, and had a faint suspicion in his mind.

Immediately, he arrived in front of Yu Xing with his magical power.

Almost at the moment when those arms grabbed Yu Xing, Abbot Kuxin also grabbed Yu Xing and left the river with his magical power.

Watching the ice in front of you gradually melt.
To be continued...