Influence, such a nonsensical thing, Zhaoming couldn't help rolling his eyes. As he said in this moment, perhaps cremation is the simpler method for himself.

Lihua glared at him: "You idiot, you know that you are fighting and killing, they are not enemies!"

Zhaoming smiled wildly: "I didn't think so when I was chased by them."

Lihua immediately grinned at him: "Don't talk nonsense, just hit the drum hard when I finish playing!"

"What are you going to play?" Sun Jiuyang asked curiously.

Lihua took a deep breath: "Soul-Suppressing Song!"

He let out a heavy breath, put his jade hands on the strings and gently brushed it. There were mysterious ripples on the piano, which was naturally a magic weapon, but it did not have too powerful aura. At most, it was the level of the sub-holy spirit weapon.

The name of Soul-Super Song sounded extraordinary. Looking at Li Hua's serious appearance, Zhaoming raised his ears and wanted to hear what she played.

But after listening for a while, I was shocked to find that I saw the fingers of Lihua brushing, but I couldn't hear the sound of the seven-stringed lyric.

"This..." Zhao Ming was stunned and thought to himself, could it be that the piano was broken, but looking at Li Hua's solemn look, he naturally knew that it was not the case.

"This is a soul song. If you are not crazy, you have to listen carefully to it!" Sun Jiuyang whispered: "Don't disturb her. Playing the soul-suppressing song like this is very exhausting, and it is easy to get into a devil."

Being obsessed with the devil, these four words immediately shocked Zhaoming. He didn't dare to say a word for a moment, for fear of disturbing Li Hua.

I wanted to concentrate and listen attentively, but found that under this situation, I could not calm my mind at all, so I could only watch carefully. I listened attentively, fearing that I would not have time to beat the drum and let Lihua's strength go to waste at the end.

The sound of the soundless piano is transmitted in the void, spreading all directions, like layers of waves, cleaning up the magic in the hearts of all the crazy people and the tyrannical beasts.

But the soul is the most mysterious and mysterious thing in this world, and it is rare in the world who understand related magical powers. Even the pear blossoms that make the soul anti-soul ancestor feel inferior cannot be easily cleansed.

It took a day to sit, and the murderous aura of the monks and monsters who were roaring wildly and his heroic gradually disappeared, and their movements gradually slowed down.

And this is just the beginning, everything that follows is even more difficult.

The pear blossoms did not move at all, but only their hands were whispering on the lyre, faster and faster. After three days, it seemed like a strong wind was dancing. Zhaoming could hardly see the trajectory of her hands.

A heart gradually hangs up, and he clearly feels that the breath of pear blossoms begins to be a little confused, as if a torch in the wind is swaying like a torch. What's even more terrifying is that the torch seems to be constantly getting smaller, and in just a moment, it turns into an oil lamp.

I couldn't hear the sound of the piano, but I suddenly felt a sudden sensation. Even Lihua suddenly closed her eyes, as if she wanted to eliminate all the interference from the outside world and use all her mind to play.

It felt like my heartbeat had stopped. Zhaoming looked at Lihua nervously, and his pupils suddenly dilated. He clearly saw a bead of sweat flowing down Lihua's forehead. And there were more than one, two, three... More and more, and in an instant, it turned out to be pouring rain.

Sweat is a manifestation of physical fatigue. It often appears before the Immortal Realm, but after the Immortal Realm, it becomes very rare. Especially after the Golden Immortal Realm, it becomes even more rare.

As for the Taiyi Jinxian realm, let alone. There is a saying in the cultivation world that Taiyi Immortality is said. When it reaches the Taiyi Jinxian realm, the physical body will enter another level, neither dirty nor clean, and under normal circumstances, it is impossible to sweat.

Perhaps it was because of the relationship between the heavenly spirit, the breath of Lihua could only feel at the level of immortality. But Zhaoming would never think that she was really in the level of immortality. She could withstand the attack of the Immortal King without death, and her body could not do it.

A person who is so powerful is sweating at this moment, which is enough to show that the condition in his body has deteriorated to a certain extent.

"Pear Blossom!" Zhaoming felt panicked and was about to come forward to stop him.

Lihua felt a feeling in her heart, her eyes suddenly opened, and an inviolable aura appeared in her eyes, causing Zhaoming to stop.

"Lihua, stop, you will die in this way!" Zhaoming shouted anxiously.

Lihua didn't say anything, but her eyes revealed her meaning. If she stopped, all the lives affected by the Soul-Shengqu would die, and no one would survive.

"Die it if you die!" Zhaoming shouted without hesitation: "I would rather them die than you be hurt!"

He never simply felt sorry for the heavens and others. If he could, he would not mind the death of all living things here, as long as the pear blossoms are safe.

A smile appeared in Lihua's eyes, and she slowly closed it, as if she didn't even want to waste the strength to take a look.

Sun Jiuyang rushed forward and pulled Zhaoming, shook his head and said, "Don't move her, it's okay if you don't move. If you move her, you're really dead!"

"How could this happen?" Zhaoming asked anxiously.

Sun Jiuyang said slowly: "I heard from my master that in the last era, even those who practice the Taoist pattern of sounds were only Tian Zongzhi who had the opportunity to play this song. Her cultivation was not enough, and she would definitely be seriously damaged. If you move him now, you will undoubtedly become possessed. This is already like this, don't think too much, wait for the end!"

Zhaoming was anxious, but knew that things were just as Sun Jiuyang said, so he could only wait motionless for the Soul-Sheng Song to end.

A pair of plain hands flew, and the soul-suppressing song continued for another day. All the monks and monsters stopped like puppets, and finally saw Lihua beat her hands hard on the lyre.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the seven-stringed lyre was broken and it was directly shattered. The wooden fragments and the strings that were broken into countless pieces were radiant as if they were scattered by the goddess.

Zhaoming was about to rush over to block the fragments, but he heard Sun Jiuyang shouting: "Beat the drum!"

Immediately, I was shocked and beat the drum hard with a hammer.

"Dong!"

With a loud noise, the drum was directly hammered into pieces. The drum sound was scattered like waves, causing a strong wind and wave.

The drum sound of the mind that shook the mind was like a heavenly sound, smashing the daze, smashing the magic power, and breaking all the mad aura, causing all the stupid monks and monsters to reappear in the eyes of all the dumb monks and monsters to wake up.

"Pear blossom!"

Zhaoming turned around and hugged the pear blossom in his arms.

Lihua smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm fine, the matter is not over yet!"

After patting Zhaoming's chest a few times, slowly pushing it away, taking a deep breath, taking out a bag of gold and silver threads. Put your hands together, lower your head slightly, letting your fingers lean against your jaw, and chanting gently.

"The wandering souls floating between heaven and earth, listen to the prayer of my soul, and the remnant souls will live forever..."

The prayer that came from was unknown where it was, like a mantra, activated the golden silk and silver wisp bag to fly slowly, emitting infinite mysterious light, illuminating all directions.

Suddenly, clusters of strange energy appeared around the island, extremely mysterious. After a moment, the clusters of energy slowly unfolded and turned into figures, all of which were monsters.

Soul, this word suddenly popped up in Zhaoming's mind, and the shock in his heart was endless. The souls of these monsters were naturally the monsters that died here since the riots of these monsters.

Everyone knows that there are souls in the world, but only a few people with soul power and talent have the opportunity to contact them. But it is simply unimaginable to see the soul so intuitively.

All the souls of monsters opened their mouths, as if they were howling, but they could not hear any sound. They stretched their bodies and flew towards the bags of golden silk and silver. They were thrown into them one by one, as if a storm gathered.

The hair accessories on the head of the Lihua were broken in the fragments of the previous seven-stringed lyre, and the long hair fell down and poured behind her, dancing and flying between the energy of heaven and earth.

With her eyes closed, she was extremely pious, and her face was filled with holy light. At this moment, she looked like a saintly and inviolable Virgin, making people admire her.

The monks who were rescued by her soul-suppressing songs knelt down on the ground, and even the monsters were no exception.

At this moment, Zhaoming felt like he was hit by lightning, and he was filled with mixed feelings.

The soul storm lasted for a long time and finally ended. Peach blossoms rolled away their hands and softened their bodies and fell from the air.

Zhaoming rushed over and took her into his hand, urging his true energy to transport it into her body to help her heal her wounds.

"No, your true qi can't help me in this situation!" Li Hua said weakly.

"You are really..." Sun Jiuyang shook his head and said, "Do you want to learn from Nuwa? I am the people who are willing to help all living things in the world?"

"I'm not that stupid!" Lihua smiled faintly: "Those who deserve to be damned naturally, but these who have been killed are too pitiful."

"Why are there only the souls of the monsters? Aren't there still immortals and monks from the demons?" Sun Jiuyang asked again.

Lihua shook her head weakly: "I can only collect the souls I have summoned. The souls of monsters are the simplest, so they can be summoned by me, and I can't do anything else."

"Why are you talking about these things at this time?" Zhaoming glared at Sun Jiuyang fiercely, and then asked Lihua in a low voice: "Lihua, what should I do to help you!"

Lihua smiled faintly: "Can you carry me on your back? It's very uncomfortable to hold me like this."

"Yes, yes!" Zhaoming hurriedly put the pear blossoms on his back and carefully pulled them.

"Taiyi, your crying sound was so bad that day!" Lihua suddenly said.

Zhaoming was anxious: "At this time, you still..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Hua: "But I like it very much!"

"You like it, I will cry for you in the future!"

"No, don't cry for the rest of your life!"

The sound was already intermittent and getting smaller and smaller.

"Pear blossoms, pear blossoms!" Zhaoming remembered shouting loudly.

"Take me...to the bottom of the Buck Cliff..."
Chapter completed!