Mo Qianhong suddenly forgot where he was, and just fell into this sadness with all his heart.

He seems to have been abandoned by the whole world, and only by crying can this sadness be alleviated.

Cheng Yao's voice came, mixed with a special force, echoing in Mo Qianhong's ears: "This song is called three colds - cold body, cold heart, and cold soul. When I was an ordinary person, I once met a scholar who had never met a talented scholar, who could not get everything he wanted in his life, and who had nowhere to put his wealth into his life, who was homeless, destitute on the streets, and begged for a living. I fed him a sip of water, listened to him tell his story, and then composed this song, and I will sing it to you:

Lonely and cold, tears were light, and endless boredom and bitterness pressed down.

Heaven and earth are few to sacrifice lonely souls, and touching the glass is a heart.

The Ming Dynasty didn't know where to go, and tonight it was a cold dream.

The dark clouds covered the wind through the cracks, and the tears were dazed.

Gazing at how many tears are red, the body falls into the wild waves and the heart is in the grave.

The evergreen ancient cypress crow curse, the Tianshan Snow Lotus cracked and the stone collapsed.

I don't know myself in my heart, and I mourn and send my soul in my head.

The blood is cold from now on, and the outsiders in the bureau ......"

The sound of the piano was long, endless, Mo Qianhong's eyes were confused, as if he saw a lonely figure, silently walking on a sheep intestine path, and the snow was falling all over the sky, covering his figure.

Unconsciously, Mo Qianhong became the person who walked, and also substituted for that person's emotions.

He has no skills, but no place to display his ambitions, and what he sees is muddy, dirty, and embarrassed, and what he remembers in this life is questioning, betraying, and sneering.

He wanted to change all this and get the life he longed for, but he couldn't cultivate, and he didn't have friends or relatives to help him, so he could only hold on to a glimmer of hope, day after day, year after year......

Gradually, he could no longer walk, and fell into the ice and snow, his body curled up, and slowly stiffened.

The world was quiet, and he heard his own heartbeat and felt the heat exhaling from his body with every breath.

The cold wind howled, devouring his life.

He wanted to cry, but the tears had already dried up, he wanted to reach out and grab something, but his hands were already frozen and he couldn't move, he wanted to get up and keep walking, but his heart beat slowly weakened, and his blood was no longer hot, and he couldn't give him the strength to support his body.

He knows that even if he dies, no one will care or care, this world is vast, but there is no place for him!

His eyes were getting blurrier and darker.

"If there is a ...... next life"

In the inn, all the people, including Cheng Yao himself, who played the piano, were in tears.

Although the others were not attacked by the soul of the piano sound, the tone of the piece itself, and the despair and sadness expressed in the song, made people can't help but empathize with it.

After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped, and no one spoke, only the occasional faint sob.

"It's amazing, it can make the old man sink into the sound of the piano and think of some sad past. ”

Elder Fang You was the first to come back to his senses and glanced at Cheng Yao, he hadn't cried for a long time, but today he couldn't help crying.

Next, everyone came back to their senses one after another and wiped away their tears, only Mo Qianhong always maintained a cultivation posture and remained motionless.

"Master, Brother Mo?" Zhu Lingxue said worriedly.

Hu Lao's brows furrowed: "He doesn't seem to have left the illusion yet, but his breathing is steady, and his Dao power is running freely, so he shouldn't be hurt." ”

Elder Changqin, Cheng Yao and the others couldn't see what Mo Qianhong's situation was now, he should have survived this song, but he didn't come out of the illusion, is this a win or a loss?

At this time, Mo Qianhong finally opened his eyes, his eyes were red and swollen and bloodshot.

"Satsuki, thank you!"

At the last moment just now, it was the Tianyin Beast that used the soul silk connected to Mo Qianhong to successfully wake up Mo Qianhong.

It's just that the power of Cheng Yao's piano sound is too strong, and it took Mo Qianhong a while to completely get rid of the illusion.

The half-meter-thick body protection Dao power was not useless, it weakened the power of the qin sound and bought time for the Tianyin Beast.

"I won't tell you, I'll sleep first!"

The confrontation with Qin Yin made the Tianyin Beast tired, and when he saw Mo Qianhong getting out of trouble, he couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.

Mo Qianhong patted its head lightly and smiled slightly.

Although the Celestial Sound Beast is usually not very interested in him, when it comes to critical moments, it always stands up without hesitation, which makes him quite moved.

"Senior Brother Mo, you won!"

Cheng Yao smiled slightly, although she was a little disappointed that she couldn't join the Nine Heavens Tower, she was even more reluctant to fight Mo Qianhong in this unfair situation.

Now, Mo Qianhong has won, and she is secretly relieved.

Mo Qianhong said: "Thank you Senior Sister Cheng for your mercy, if I join Jiutianlou, I will definitely find an opportunity to recommend Senior Sister Cheng to them, perhaps, they will invite Senior Sister Cheng to join in an exceptional way." ”

Cheng Yao has only been a monk for two or three years, and he has such an achievement, if Mo Qianhong strongly recommends it, maybe he will really have the opportunity to come to Jiutianlou to test it.

Cheng Yao said with a smile: "I will borrow your auspicious words, but after this battle, I will return the evening organ, and by then, I will not have such strong combat power as I have now." ”

Elder Changqin was very unhappy when he saw that Cheng Yao and Mo Qianhong were chatting, but Cheng Yao was a personal disciple of the Pear Flower Sect Master, and he didn't say much, but his face was long, as if the whole world owed him money. ”

"You four go up, Fang Zheng, you go up last!" Elder Fang You suddenly spoke, causing everyone else to be startled.

"It's going to ...... Wheel warfare?"

Everyone was stunned, and besides, Fang Zheng was the strongest among the five inner disciples of the Deception Sect, and he was actually placed last, isn't this a clear attempt to pick up a leak? It's too shameless, right?

Lan Meijun shouted directly: "Deception Sect, do you still want to make a face?"

Lin Sisi said disdainfully: "I don't have the courage to fight alone, so I just admit defeat, and I am embarrassed to use the quota won in this way?"

Fang Zheng and the others blushed when they heard this, and a disciple said, "Elder, do we really want to go up?"

Elder Fang You glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not enough, I'll abolish you first!"

The disciples shrank their necks, they knew that Elder Fang You could definitely say and do it, his ruthlessness and unscrupulous means were well-known in the Deception Sect.

"There's no way, Fu Shen, Zhuo Ming, Fang Lei, let's go to the four of us. Old rules, I'll take the lead!"

"Senior Brother Chai, be careful!" Fang Lei said.

Chai Heng nodded, his fists touched his chest, and the power of the Dao flowed, turning into a translucent war drum.

"Dao Fa - Drum and Thunder!"

Chai Heng's fists slammed into the war drums at a rapid pace, and the roar rang out all around.

Mo Qianhong's expression was grim, he had defeated the disciples of the Ice Rain Sect and the Pear Blossom Sect successively, the Dao power, soul power, and energy were extremely consumed, and the strength was less than forty percent of the peak state, but at this time, the Tianyin Beast was in a state of prostration, and he couldn't help him, in the face of Chai Heng's Dao attack, he could only continue to condense the aura of heaven and earth to strengthen the Dao power of the body, and resist it to the death.

For today's plan, the only way to fight a war of attrition is to rely on strong Dao power!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Every time Chai Heng punched out, the war drum would shake out a sound wave, hitting Mo Qianhong's body protection power.

If the two of them go head-to-head, it is estimated that it will last for a while, but Chai Heng is not the only one!

Whoosh!

Fu Shen and Zhuo Ming rushed out left and right.

Both of them were holding the same weapon, the Purple Moon Thunder Knife, which was a crescent-shaped scimitar, and when it was swung, it would rub against the air, forming a thunderous sound.

If the opponent is not careful, he may be frightened by this thunder and lose his mind.

However, Mo Qianhong had made up his mind about a war of attrition, and any attack had to first break through the half-meter-thick body protection power on his body.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The Purple Moon Thunder Knife staggered rapidly, and the thunder also resounded.

The crowd outside the inn heard the continuous thunder inside, and they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, such a loud noise, is it going to lift the inn?

"Why is his speed of condensing the aura of heaven and earth so fast?"

"Damn, the power of the body protection can't be broken at all!"

"The thunder was also blocked by his body protection power!"

After a fierce attack, Chai Heng and the others were stunned, Mo Qianhong's body protection power was still half a meter thick!

Every time they consumed a little bit of Dao power, Mo Qianhong would quickly replenish it, as if his Dao power was endless.

Now, Chai Heng and the three of them have begun to have sour hands, but Mo Qianhong's expression remains the same.

What kind of spiritual trick can have such a fast Dao power condensation speed? Could it be that Mo Qianhong had already cultivated the Nine Heavens Tower's Immortal Decision in advance?

"Sunglasses Dan, does it have this effect?" asked Elder Changqin.

Elder Fang You's face darkened: "How do I know?"

He cheekily asked his disciples to make a move, just hoping to quickly take down Mo Qianhong and end this embarrassing scene, but he didn't expect that time passed slowly, and Mo Qianhong didn't dodge at all, but he was not hurt a single hair.

The strange gazes of the people around him made Elder Fang You feel very embarrassed.

"Fang Zheng, Fang Lei, you guys go together!"

Elder Fang You secretly transmitted his voice.

"Yes, Elder!"

Fang Zheng and Fang Lei are known as the Fang family's peers, one is good at palms, the other is good at legs, because of their childhood adventures, they both have the ability to leapfrog challenges, at this moment, Mo Qianhong suddenly felt pressure, while Chai Heng and them were secretly relaxed.

Outsiders looked at Mo Qianhong's impassive appearance, it seemed that it was very easy to resist Chai Heng and others, in fact, Mo Qianhong had done his best, how to say, Chai Heng They are also the peak of the second realm of Dao marks, or the existence of half a foot into the three realms of Dao marks, and their soul power and Dao power are not under Mo Qianhong.

Mo Qianhong was completely gritting his teeth, relying on the powerful spirit gathering power of the Nine Heavens Imperial Spirit Technique to fight to the death, if he slackened a little, he would be broken by the three of them, but his appearance was well concealed, and no one could see it.

"It's now, Nameless Remnant!"

Just as Fang Zheng and Fang Lei were about to rush up, and Chai Heng and the others were relaxed, Mo Qianhong's heart moved, and the fragments of the divine sword that fell to the ground motionless suddenly flew up, passing through the hearts of Chai Heng and the others at lightning speed.

Spike!