Jun Mo Lin ranked first on the Dao list, and the Dao Palace Heavenly Pride questioned, since he was not convinced, then he would fight until you were convinced.

Zhou Qing, who was tenth on the Dao list, was crushed and defeated by Pan Xingchen before Jun Molin could make a move, how many people dared to fight?

Looking at Pan Xingchen's appearance, it was very relaxed, obviously this guy did not use all his strength.

I'm afraid that the top five people on the Dao list don't have the strength to compete with Pan Xingchen.

Jun Molin still sat there quietly watching.

Xu Qianyu next to him was lying on the ground, drinking with Su Zheng and Xiao Wuji, he looked at the two of them at this time and said, "Don't you want to watch it, go back to each palace?"

"That's what I mean, too. Su Zai nodded thoughtfully, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Are these two guys planning to occupy the first and second places on the Dao list?

They endured a pervert, and another one came, and they didn't let them live.

"I am the people of the Holy War Palace. Xiao Wuji buttoned his nose and said.

Xu Qianyu: "......"

Su Zai: "......"

The faces of the people of the Holy Palace were a little ugly, the Holy Palace, the main palace of the six palaces, was so weak for the first time.

At this time, in the quiet space, a figure walked out, and when everyone saw him appear, their eyes flashed with a strange color.

The fifth-ranked figure on the Dao list is finally going to make a move.

This time, it was Huazong, and when Jun Mo Lin first entered the Dao Palace, he was already the fifth on the Dao list.

Moreover, the grievances between Huazong and Jun Molin are clear to the disciples of all palaces.

"Do you want to fight?" Pan Xingchen lowered his head and swept towards Hua Zong.

Hua Zong glanced at Yu Sheng lightly, then looked past him, looked at Jun Mo Lin on the edge of the Holy War Palace, and said:

"Two years ago, you beat me on the piano with a song that reigned over the world, but two years ago, your realm was too low after all.

"Now, since you are already the number one on the Dao list, I would like to learn the real King's Landing in the world again, and it is the real battle of the way of qinyin. ”

When everyone heard Hua Zong's words, they understood that it seemed that he had always been obsessed with the defeat of Jun Molin in the battle of the Dao.

Now, he wants to really fight with Jun Molin!

Jun Molin looked at Hua Zong, three years ago he entered the Tao list, Hua Zong was extremely arrogant, after he defeated Luo Tian, he wanted to suppress him, but Jun Mo Lin was too strong, but he knocked him down with bricks, making him lose face.

This is the beginning of the contradiction between the two, and then at the end of the year, Jun Mo Lin pressed him down with the piano.

On that day, he entered the Qin Valley, and saw that Huazong also followed, and wanted to break into the ruins of the Qin Valley, however, there was nothing he could do, everyone felt the sadness of Huazong that day, a generation of Tianjiao, was pressed by the newcomer, and naturally it was very uncomfortable.

In the past two years, Hua Zong seems to have been concentrating on cultivation.

After such a long time, their grievances should have been settled, but obviously, Huazong has not let go of it.

Jun Molin smiled, and then said, "I will fulfill you." ”

When everyone heard Jun Molin's words, their eyes flashed, and they were able to see a wonderful piano exchange again

Moreover, this time is different from two years ago, now Jun Molin is the first on the Dao list, and Huazong is fifth.

The qin battle between them will be the pinnacle battle of the Qin Dao of the Sage Palace.

"King over the world!" Many people miss the body that Jun Mo Lin played on that day, the king over the world, that is the emperor's will, the king's meaning.

Reign over the world, no one knows.

Hua Zong also showed a faint smile when he saw that Jun Mo was in the battle, and said: "In this case, then I will learn to return to the king of the world." ”

Jun Molin stood up lazily, Pan Xingchen retreated, returned to the edge of the Battle Saint Palace, and then stood quietly behind Jun Molin.

Pan Xingchen's gaze also seemed to look at Jun Molin, and he wanted to know how strong this junior brother was at the moment.

There, Jun Molin looked down at Huazong and led the king to the world?

Jun Molin smiled and said: "In the past, I was in the realm of kings, the battle of the qin road, in order to prove my name, I just played the song of the king in the world, tonight, I think you are the Venerable, you are no longer worthy of listening to this qin song." ”

"Uh......"

Everyone just thought that they would be able to hear the king's landing, but when the voice of the king's landing fell, their eyes suddenly froze there, and they looked at the figure in the void in amazement.

This is really a slap in the face.

They looked at Hua Zong.

Sure enough, he saw that Hua Zong's face was ugly at this moment, and Jun Mo Lin was actually humiliating him in public.

However, this seems to be the king's landing, as he himself said.

He never had to prove anything in front of those who questioned him.

Now that he is the number one on the Dao list, even if Huazong challenges him, he still speaks arrogantly, Huazong is no longer worthy of listening to the king's landing.

"I'll hear you. Hua Zong opened his mouth and said, and then he saw the Qin Soul appear, he sat cross-legged, his body slowly went up, suspended in the air, and the whole person's temperament seemed to have changed.

Jun Molin didn't move, he sat down directly on the edge of the Battle Saint Palace, and the guqin in his hand appeared.

It seems to be playing a piano music on the edge of a cliff, and when everyone sees this scene, they feel very conscious.

Especially Jun Molin's outstanding temperament, handsome face, and chic figure made many people sigh in their hearts, such a romantic character, and with unparalleled talent, it is no wonder that the beauties around him are like clouds.

Xu Ruixue saw Jun Molin's figure, she remembered Mu Qingxue's response to her when she questioned Mu Qingxue about seeing the wrong person, and she would understand.

Now, she seems to understand.

"More than two years ago, after listening to King's Landing, I realized a new piano song. ”

Hua Zong spoke, and the words fell, and his white ten fingers plucked the strings.

When the sound of the piano sounded, no one heard the melodious music.

On the contrary, when the sound of the piano is heard, it gives people the feeling of being depressing and dull.

The sun was falling, the sky was clear, and the weather was very good, but when they heard this song, a mood was born, darkness shrouded the world, and dark clouds swept in, flooding the space, and the depressing sound of the piano made the whole space also become depressing.

Many disciples of Daozang Palace turned their eyes and looked at Hua Zong, is this the qin music played by Senior Brother Hua?

In the past, in the Daozang Palace, Hua Zong often played qin music, but they had never heard this music, and even, they had never heard this style of qin music.

In the past, the qin music played by Huazong gave people a very comfortable feeling, like a spring breeze, but this qin music is obviously completely different from the previous style, it seems to be a dark style.

It is filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere.

Is this because of the battle of the Doctrine two years ago?

While Hua Zong played the piano music, Jun Molin's ten fingers also plucked the strings, and the clear and loud piano sound came out, giving people a sense of grandeur and madness.

It seems that he instantly substituted people into the artistic conception of his piano music, and that kind of artistic conception is madness, as if at this moment, he is sitting there, and he is high up, and the world needs to bow and worship.

Dark clouds cover the sun, darkness covers the earth, the spiritual power between heaven and earth seems to be suppressed, and the sound of Jun Molin's qin seems to be suppressed, in that dark space, it seems that there can only be one qin sound.

In that terrifying artistic conception, there seemed to be dark spears, as well as terrifying dark thunder rule power, wanting to shatter the sky, madly raging in the sky above Jun Mo Lin's head, the hovering violent black clouds turned into a dark demon dragon, like a scene in the end of the world, destroying everything.

"What a depressing piano sound, this dark artistic conception, seems to be born for destruction. ”

Many disciples of the Six Palaces closed the Six Senses, but even so, they still couldn't do it unaffected, they felt the artistic conception, and seemed to be able to feel the suppressed anger in Hua Zong's heart, as if all of them were transformed into this qin song.

Did the war two years ago have such a big impact on him?

Jun Mo Lin naturally also sensed the horror of Hua Zong's qin sound, which instantly entered the rhythm from the beginning, depressing and dull, wanting to directly crush and destroy him.

Moreover, the sound of the piano makes people feel very manic and bored, which can affect the will of other people's spirits, making it impossible for him to play it carefully, destroying the artistic conception of his music.

However, Jun Mo Lin's soul was so powerful, he continued to play at his own rhythm, not affected by it, the spiritual power around him roared, and the arrogant artistic conception was still there, around his body, the space seemed to be frozen.

The attacks that came from the erosion were all blocked, and he continued to play, and the speed of the ten fingers plucking the strings became faster, and the artistic conception gradually increased.

At this moment, everyone gave birth to an illusion, and at this time, Jun Mo seemed to have an invisible aura around him, sacred and majestic, making people want to bow down.

His piano sound has a strong penetrating and infectious power, and when that artistic conception enters the picture in their minds, they seem to dare not give birth to the heart of confronting Jun Molin, which is a wonderful feeling.

"Six-Fingered Piano Demon. ”

Some powerful Venerable figures stared at Jun Molin, and the music of the Six-Fingered Qin Demon Qin Song was known for its arrogance, which could capture people's hearts and minds, and it was a very terrifying qin song.

The qin music they heard at this moment may be the qin music of the sage list of the previous generation, the six-fingered qin magic qin.

The two of them still sat there quietly and played, and both artistic conceptions were getting stronger and stronger.

The music played by Hua Zong has a terrifying destructive power, even interrupting the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and destroying people's souls and spirits.

This made Jun Molin faintly feel that after the battle of the Dao, Huazong deliberately created this song for the king's landing.

The king reigns over the world and imprisons all laws, and Huazong seems to be creating to destroy all laws.

It's just that his realm hasn't reached it yet.

Jun Mo Lin was still playing, and the heaven and earth around him seemed to gather a terrifying storm of divine souls, getting stronger and stronger.

On the edge of the cliff, the image of the white-clothed body was bathed in supreme brilliance, allowing the power of the rules of destruction that rushed into his mind to rage, but he did not move, and the artistic conception in his qin music became stronger and stronger, so that the destruction rules that attacked him around him seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of his qin music.

Not only that, but there were some people who were weak in cultivation who looked at Jun Molin with admiration and a little lost.

In their eyes, Jun Molin seemed to be like a god, and they felt that their souls were all infected and merged into Jun Molin's will to listen to the music.

Huazong, want to destroy, destroy.

However, Jun Mo Lin wanted to control it, and many Tianjiao in the Sage Palace were extremely painful, and this battle of qin music was completely different from two years ago.

In the battlefield of qin sound, Hua Zong still seems to have the upper hand, but in fact, the artistic conception space of Jun Molin's qin music is constantly expanding, the artistic conception he plays is getting stronger and stronger, and the brilliance he is bathed in is becoming more and more dazzling, and the vast world seems to resonate with Jun Molin's qin music.

Hua Zong's face gradually became a little ugly, of course he felt it, not only that, but he also felt that something more terrible was happening, his soul and will were being infected little by little, and he was eroded by Jun Molin's musical conception.

"I don't believe it. Hua Zong shouted in his heart, he played wildly, as if he had given up his self, completely integrated into the qin music, and carried out the craziest attack on Jun Molin.

His piano pierces everything and rages in the mood of the king's landing.

Then Hua Zong was gradually lost, he felt that his soul will was constantly being eroded, and he was constantly losing himself.

Time passed little by little, Hua Zong was still playing, except for the sound of the piano, there was no sound in the vast space.

But Hua Zong's movements seemed to have lost his previous spirituality, not only him, but also the people around him who were still listening to the qin music, their eyes seemed to be lost and sunk, only some people who had cultivated to a high level could still see the scene at this moment.

They sensed a terrifying storm of divine souls enveloping the entire space.

Jun Molin sat on the edge of the cliff, still graceful and quietly stroking the qin, but in the eyes of many people, he didn't look like a disciple of the Dao Palace at this time, but like a god.

"Broken strings. Jun Molin lowered his head and stroked the qin, opened his mouth calmly, the words fell, Hua Zong's fingers were suddenly pulled, a crisp sound came out, and the strings were broken.

"Uh-huh!"

Hua Zong snorted, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he didn't feel it, he didn't realize it, as if Jun Molin's words were instructions.

"From today onwards, in front of me, you must not touch the piano, you are not worthy. ”

Jun Molin raised his head and spoke lightly, the words fell, his fingers trembled violently, the sound of the piano echoed, and the artistic conception dissipated.