The intense light greatly restrained Zeng Yi, and the raindrops scattered from the sky gradually decreased, and the spiritual power contained in it gradually declined. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Biyu gasped heavily.

Qin Yue's mind shuttled back and forth between the past and the present, and she slowly recalled the scene of the struggle with Fuyi back then, and remembered the realm of Qin Xin that she comprehended by chance......

Zeng Yi felt that the spiritual power around him was gradually out of his control. He didn't know if he was afraid of the bright fire around him, or if he was distracted by Qin Yue's piano sound.

The sound of the piano was not very sharp, even gentle and soft, and it was full of ears, which reminded Zeng Yi of hundreds of thousands of years ago.

At that time, he was not called Zeng Yi, his name was Hao Yi, and he was an ordinary human monk. He was diligent, down-to-earth, and extremely persistent in cultivating and asking immortals, so he also smoothly ascended the immortal crossing period.

But then comes the anguish and melancholy of not being able to ascend for hundreds of thousands of years.

His cultivation had reached its peak, but he didn't know how long he would stay in this supreme place. He began to lose and be sad year after year, and gradually became a habit, until one day, he obtained a book of evil exercises, called "Puppet Technique".

As a righteous monk, he held this evil sect exercise, like holding a hot potato, and he couldn't wait to throw it away immediately. He did the same, he found an extremely hidden place and threw the "Puppetry" there. It was deserted, even a little eerie, and he was sure that no one would run there and pick up the sorcery study.

But in the following years, Hao Yi fell into a very anxious situation. He suspected that he could only wander in the Immortal Crossing Period for the rest of his life, he could not peek into the avenue of the world, and he had no chance to ascend to the Immortal.

At that time, he suddenly remembered the "Puppet Technique", and he thought that that ancient book might be the opportunity for him to set foot in the Heavenly Dao......

He went to the place where he threw the "Puppet Technique" again, hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up this evil secret art and studied it wholeheartedly.

He changed his name to "Zeng Yi", which used to be Daoyi. From now on, he was no longer a righteous monk with moral integrity.

He forsaken the light and chose to merge into the darkness.

Many years later, his puppeting skills had become smaller. He found a clump of pink and purple mortal flowers as a basis for absorbing spiritual power. More and more monks died at his hands, and the blood stained the pinkish-purple flowers a magnificent red.

Finally, he began to try to practice the puppet, and his heart was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction as he watched the advanced cultivators lose their minds because of his magic. It seems that every time he controls a new puppet, he is one step closer to ascending to the immortal.

And at this moment, when he recalled this kind of past, he had a ridiculous thought in his heart: "I have violated the laws of heaven and earth by doing this, and the way of heaven is fair, how can I be allowed to become an immortal with such an evil cultivator?" ”

As soon as this thought appeared, it quickly swept through his entire mind like a fire. He couldn't help but question himself: "Is it ...... I did it wrong from the moment I retrieved Puppetry? ”

No!

Zeng Yi shook his head vigorously. All this, all this is the ghost of the nun! It was the sound of her piano that made him doubt himself!

Indeed, Zeng Yi suddenly remembered the past hundreds of thousands of years ago, and suddenly felt remorseful, all because of Qin Yue's piano sound.

Zeng Yi is not a Fuyi, and he is not born afraid of sound attacks. Therefore, Qin Yue estimated that a simple sound attack could not hurt Zeng Yi, but could only use sound to hallucinate and make himself his enemy!

Zeng Yi gritted his teeth and tried to sober himself up. When he looked up, he saw a firelight all around, scorching in his eyes. Qin Yue's figure flickered far and near, like a blurred light.

Zeng Yi clenched his fists. He didn't like the current situation very much, as if he had become a fish on the case, and everyone was a sword. He likes to take everything into his own hands.

He has cultivated profoundly, he is old, and everyone present is just his juniors, and he wants to work together to kill him? It's just a bunch of clowns jumping off the beam!

While Qin Yue stroked the qin, he hurriedly raised his head and saw Zeng Yi's red eyes. She was secretly frightened in her heart, and her subordinates did not dare to pause, and the strings of the Glimpse Piano vibrated one after another, like ripples that could not be dissolved on the surface of the water.

At this moment, Zeng Yi raised his hands, his clenched fists were released, and two small balls of light with an aura appeared in his palms. The two small balls spun around in place, and then quickly flew towards Qin Yue, like a faint lightning bolt of thunder.

Everyone didn't expect Zeng Yihui, who had been silent for a long time, to suddenly launch an attack, and they were quite caught off guard.

Qin Yue wasn't too surprised. When she saw Zeng Yi's red eyes, she guessed that he had endured to the limit. This attack was expected. She was glad that she was some distance away from everyone, and although the ball flew towards her, it would not affect everyone.

She quickly stepped onto the scroll, avoiding one of the balls. But the other ball seemed to be conscious, and came straight to her place. It was too late, it was too fast, Qin Yue threw out the Glimpse Qin in his hand, and the Glimpse met the small ball, and the two collided, sparks flew out. The spiritual power contained in the small ball of light gradually dissipated, and the strings of the Glimpse Piano crackled and broke, and then the body of the piano trembled and fell to the ground.

Qin Yue's heart ached. Not long after the piano was repaired, it was destroyed again!

Throwing out the Glimpse Qin was only an expedient measure, and she couldn't give Zeng Yi another chance to make a move.

Qin Yue lowered his eyes slightly, jumped slightly, and jumped from the picture scroll to the wooden lotus. drove the picture scroll to deal with Zeng Yi, and at the same time took out the floating violin of the ancient god of silk clothes, plucked the strings a few times, and then played it smoothly.

This time, it was still not a musical attack, but a melodious tune. After listening to it, I felt that the mountains and flowing water were in front of me, and it was very refreshing.

This piece of music, if paired with the landscape on the picture scroll, will be even more immersive and unforgettable.

But Zeng Yi did not immerse himself in the scenery in the scroll for the first time. His eyes suddenly widened the moment Qin Yue took out the floating violin, his eyes were full of disbelief and panic, as well as deep awe and depression, as well as unspeakable regret and loss, and even a little sudden realization.

All kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, he looked at Qin Yue dumbfounded, and exclaimed, "You! You are ......"

Then he fell into the real and illusory scene of the scroll, and his expression became confused.

Qin Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, stroked the qin with one hand, and continuously released attacks at Zeng Yi with the other. From the spirit blade, to the formation, to all kinds of talismans, they were taken out one by one.