Compared with the huge fire array composed of 30,000 fire eagles, the little red flame on Ji Xuanyun's body was no less than the gap between the fireflies and Haoyue.

Rao is Ji Xuanyun's mind is no longer naïve and naïve, and he can't help but be stunned by this scene, is this snatched back still a thief? It is clearly a monster that existed before the ancient times.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

The fire eagles flapped their wings in unison, and a strong ring of fire vibrated out, and the golden dazzling Daoist was immediately burned into ashes, and along with the divine light spit out from all directions, they also disappeared without a trace.

A large number of palaces were destroyed under the ring of fire.

Yan Li.

Of course, we all know that this person is not Yan Li now, let's still call it that.

Yan took a step forward, and the invisible force field destroyed the small courtyard.

The Silver Spear Junior who was at the center of the storm snorted and fell directly to his knees.

A trace of blood overflowed from Ji Xuanyun's lips, his knees trembled uncontrollably, half of his body had bent down, but he always gritted his teeth and refused to kneel, and his eyes were still burning with unyielding flames.

You can send me to the end of the world, but you don't want to bring my soul to its knees!

Breaking the blood of the overlord, he let out a cry of struggle.

In the mountain and river hall, Ji Poyu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze penetrated the palace group for dozens of miles, the seven beads of jade crown shook slightly, and a voice like a mountain torrent rolled out from the hall: "Dare!"

The fire eagle, which was dozens of miles away, suddenly received a strong impact, and was shaken and scattered, and the ring of fire immediately disappeared without a trace.

Ji Xuanyun's body was light, the pressure disappeared suddenly, and he fainted in a trance.

Yan Li was shocked and staggered, and his eyes regained a trace of clarity.

Compared to the second case, in the first case, he knows everything that "himself" has done, so he knows that "he" is in trouble, and who is that voice who is not the overlord who is coming?

Although he was dozens of miles away, he could still hear the awe-inspiring domineering spirit overlooking the heavens and the earth.

What's worse is that the will to temporarily control his body was provoked by that angry shout, and he wanted to rush over to compete with the other party.

"Give me a quiet quiet!" he scolded in a low voice, "two bastards......"

Ignoring the roar of the will in his soul, he barely controlled his body and began to run away.

Although it was an escape, this was too big to leave the Palace of Hatred, and he didn't know which direction was to leave the palace.

In the end, I had no choice but to flee in the opposite direction of the sound.

It was only about a few dozen steps to escape, and he vaguely sensed that several powerful auras were rapidly approaching, and there was an even more terrifying existence farther away, which was also rapidly approaching.

almost killed Wei Shizi in the Lihate Palace, how can this crime be counted?

Broken corpses, I'm afraid it's still light.

Yan Li really can't wait to go back, fight with them, and then sleep forever.

But he suddenly thought of a lot of people. His life and death honor and disgrace are almost their life and death honor and disgrace.

He's not alone.

Thinking of this, he exerted his strength more and more, but those two wills were simply "eating the marrow", pestering him bitterly, ready to snatch control of his body at any time.

He had to calm his mind and body.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a huge square in the distance, and on top of it there was a high platform, and on top of that high platform there was a serpent.

How could he see a small musical instrument from such a distance?

Just because the piece is three or four times larger than the ordinary, its whole body is purple sandalwood, as if it is made of a whole piece of pure and transparent amber, the surface of the ser is slightly raised, the body is hollow, and the bottom plate is embedded under the body.

When you get closer, you can see that Nashar has fifty strings.

Those fifty strings were terrifying, because the highest strings were the thickness of the little finger, and they didn't look like strings at all.

Under the Se is a side of the ink platform, next to the ink platform stands a monument, on which the iron painting silver hook four words: the ancient voice.

Yan was shocked, and involuntarily ran to the square, climbed the high platform, and came to the side. In front of him, he needed to stand to fully touch all the strings.

The surface of the body is completely one, and the body and the ink stone are a whole, and the ink stone is seamlessly connected with the underground countertop. It's not like a play at all, it's more like a whole work of art made of stone.

The army surrounded him, but Yan Li did not hear it, and he turned a blind eye to the few powerful auras that had already arrived in the square.

All that was left in his eyes was this "primeval voice".

I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed, and there are many places that have been corroded by the years so that they can't see their original color. The large patches of mottling covered its original brilliance, making it clear that it had stood alone in this world for a long time. There was a faint sadness because no one could play it.

Yan Li could even imagine that when his master was there, the sound moved, and the entire Lihate Palace became vivid. At that time, the scenery was no longer there, and the human face did not know where to go, leaving only a lonely body, boring to appreciate the wind and rain in the world.

His hand slowly stroked the strings, gliding from treble to bass, each like an iron pillar, but each one as sharp as a knife, scraping his fingers with pain.

The army silently surrounded the high platform, and those powerful breaths came to the stage, and one of the gray-haired old men, with his back bent, let out a stern cry: "Do you know that this is the prince's favorite holy weapon!"

Yan Li sneered lightly: "Really." ”

"It's up to you to decide!" the old man looked at him and raised his hand slightly.

"Slow. ”

At this moment, Ji Poyu slowly fell from the sky.

Flying in the sky, that belongs to the legendary cultivation realm.

"Lord Wang, this son insulted the holy weapon, insulted the prince, and should be executed on the spot. The old man said.

"You seem to be unconvinced. "Even if Ji Poyu stands under the stage and looks up, he is extremely oppressive.

Yan Li only felt a mountain of pressure pouring in, and he stubbornly said, "Of course I don't accept it!"

"Give you a chance to say a word. Ji Poyu said lightly, "If you can convince this king, this king will spare your life!"

Yan Li said in a deep voice: "It's not so much that you love this holy weapon, but that you love the supreme right that this holy weapon represents. ”

"You can't play at all, can you?" he said sarcastically.

"Bastard, the prince just doesn't want to play ......" The old man was furious.

Ji Poyu raised his hand, interrupted him, and said, "Are you challenging this king?"

Yan Li straightened his waist and said proudly: "I can play!"

"Okay!" Ji Poyu suddenly burst out laughing, and his arrogant laughter shook the entire Lihate Palace, "You are very arrogant, as arrogant as Li Ku." If you can play, the king will naturally fulfill his promise, if you can't play......"

He suddenly sank his face, "This king will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"