With the sixteen magical skills exerted with all their strength, Huanhuan's piano sound became light and flying. She did not dare to play some decent sounds, but tried to play a light song. In this way, the piano sound was in line with the calmness, so that the turning point would not be sudden.

After all, if it doesn't fit Qingning's piano sound, the magic skill will go against the flow immediately. No matter how much her sixteenth level of the magic skill is, she will suffer severe damage.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the piano outside the building suddenly changed again, gentle and melodious, endlessly lingering, like the intoxicating world.

The demonic nature is better than her.

No, it is transformed from the devil.

This is the sound of the great way.

The world is full of illusions. There is a free and easy atmosphere in the sound of the piano, which clears the heart and cleanses the lungs, like a lotus that comes from the mud, without any dust.

The sound of the piano is like a gentle and powerful hand, replacing Huanhuan's hands to pluck the strings.

But for a moment, Huanhuan no longer knew whether she was playing the piano or the other party was playing the piano. She was like a marionette, completely merging by the other party's piano sound.

She knew that she could not continue to sink, otherwise she would be doomed.

Huanhuan recalled the heavy and sad years of childhood and tried to forcibly break through the quiet atmosphere created by the other party.

The practice of the Demonic Way is particularly cruel. She went from being a lonely and weak girl to a saint of the Tianli Sect, and the hardships were beyond anyone's imagination.

That's why she rarely looks back on her miserable past.

Otherwise, the perseverance of the demonic heart will be affected and become moody.

But at this time, we can only do the opposite.

Because of the interference of the other party's piano sound, she almost denied her devil's way. If this is true, she was afraid that her cultivation would be in vain.

Once she loses her cultivation, she will not only not be able to maintain her position as a saint. With the practice of the evil way of prey on the weak, Huanhuan cannot imagine what terrible ending she will encounter.

Huanhuan can't tolerate this happening.

She recalled the past, and her sad and desolate mood occupied the demon's heart, and the sound of the piano at her fingertips became sharp and sad.

"Since you have to be sentimental, then let it be."

This is the first time Huanhuan has heard the sound of the master's voice.

The sound of the piano outside changed immediately, and it was incomparable to Huanhuan's piano.

She burst into tears in an instant.

"Who will write the desolate song of Yuefu?

The wind is whistling, and the rain is whistling, and the lights are gone for another night.

I don't know what's going on in my arms,

I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I get drunk, and I have never dreamed of it to Xieqiao."

Someone chanted softly in the sound of the piano.

The song is sad and sad, and it is touching.

It is about love between men and women, and it is not just about love between men and women. All affections are bitter!

Huanhuan's demonic way uses seven emotions and six desires to manipulate others, but she has no such seven emotions and six desires. She can control people with emotions and will also become a cocoon.

She thought of a man. When the Demonic Art reaches the thirteenth level, she has to find a man who loves him, but cannot lose his virginity to the other party, and she has to kill him when the love is at its strongest.

She had no idea what the other person looked like, but the beauty and sweetness of that time surged into her heart at this moment. In the picture of her killing the other person with her own hands, the sweetness turned into bitter water.

puff!

A mouthful of blood squirted on the strings of the piano, and Huanhuan instantly turned into a cloud of green mist, disappearing from the spot.

She was afraid that it would be no longer as simple as vomiting blood if she left later.

The influence of the sound of the piano today will cause her magical skills to fade to a level, and she cannot think about it at this time.

Without cultivation, it is better than losing one's life immediately.

However, from beginning to end, she could not see the other person's appearance.

If this news spreads, no one in the world of cultivation would believe it. The saint of the Tianli Sect has not yet seen the appearance of the opponent, and the magic skills have been cracked completely for the other party.

But this is the truth.

After Huanhuan escaped, the prefect had lost his previous peace and complacent.

He had already guessed who the person outside was.

A master, he is indeed a master of enlightenment.

Chen Wuji and Hu Dahai woke up from the previous psychedelics, especially Chen Wuji, although he did not break through the shackles of Huanhuan's magic sound by himself, he also pulled up a little bit in spiritual practice, and had a little more understanding of the sword principles taught by Xu Qing.

He also woke up and Master Xu saved him again.

"Thank you, Immortal Master Xu, for helping you again. I wonder if Immortal Master is coming up?" Chen Wuji said respectfully.

"No, I'm already full. Thank you, Lord Chen for your kind hospitality." Xu Qing's voice from outside slowly entered the building.

The wind and rain outside disperse early, the bright moon sprinkles into the river, the clear waves rippling, and the cold moon silently.

Chen Wuji and others looked down and saw Xu Qing still there.

They even don’t understand what Master Xu’s words mean by eating full.

It’s obvious that the wine and food have not been served yet.

The prefect sighed in secret. It seemed that the master discovered that he had not practiced the magic skills, so he did not intend to come up to find him bad luck.

If he had known that the other party was so smart, he would not have asked Huanhuan to come out no matter what.

He felt like he was lucky enough to save his life.

But in the future, there will be such a great immortal in Jinhua City, and I will be afraid that I will be unable to sleep or eat without any worries.

He looked at Chen Wuji and said to himself: "This person has been granted the immortal fate. Maybe there is still a connection with that person in the future. I want to win over it."

The prefect whispered: "The two were frightened today, so go back and have a good rest. As for Miss Huanhuan, our mansion will instruct someone to investigate."

Just now, when he was talking to Huanhuan, both of them were trapped in the piano music and naturally didn't hear it.

What's more, for the court, there is no difference between the righteous monks and the demon monks. They are both existences that violate the ban by the Taoist law, which is more hateful than the ranger.

Even if the court is sued, the court will not punish it for this.

"But the Qingcheng sword cultivator really came for Huanhuan." The prefect was secretly suspicious.

He felt that this was not simple.

He was accustomed to human nature and had a conversation with Chen Wuji and the others, making them feel as if they were in spring breeze.

Although the prefect had the intention to win over Chen Wuji, he was not very anxious or too anxious, which would leave traces and make people suspicious.

In the future, just use the method of spring breeze and rain to slowly draw it.

Then the three of them went down to Tianxiang Tower and left.

…

…

Xu Qing walked along the river and felt comfortable. This time the magic power obtained from the magic monk in Tianxianglou was beyond his expectations.

Compared with Shisi Niang, it has a different flavor. It is like a wanderer who is out and suddenly tastes authentic hometown dishes.

This also made him a little strange.

But he couldn't think of the reason, it might be because of the other party's magical skills.

After all, the Blood Monk didn't give him a similar feeling.

There is no Baishanjun.

Xu Qing was also a little sorry. The Taoist technique he used in the last time was still something, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

He suddenly turned around, Huan Niang's white clothes and barefoots, and her hair was loose, in the air behind him.

"You follow me like a ghost, it's very scary." Xu Qing said.

Huan Niang muttered, "I was a ghost."

The goddess is actually a relatively high-end ghost.

"What you said makes sense." This time it was Xu Qing's retreat.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the water surface, and Xu Qing just glanced at him.

"Can there be a water ghost?"
Chapter completed!