"Who the hell are you?" She looked around, and in the empty cemetery, it was still the same as before, without any changes.

"Girl, who am I, as long as you come here, you will know!" The voice still sounded, on the left, on the right, as if in front, overhead, behind him, without direction.

Ziyue ignored him and took a step forward, but at this moment, the entire cemetery suddenly changed.

It's like the cemetery of daytime is instantly pitch black, and you can't see your fingers, but fortunately, she is not an ordinary person, and the surrounding scene can be captured with her divine sense, so she is not afraid.

A rumbling sound came from the ground, the whole cemetery trembled, and behind her, a stone tablet suddenly appeared, on the left, on the right, in front, the stone monument appeared one after another.

Looking at the divine sense, each stone tablet depicts a powerful ghost, a ghostly ghost, each according to one side, laughing, or crying, like melancholy, like sadness, with different expressions, but their voices are mixed with countless negative emotions, intriguing, not firm or low in cultivation, will be affected, and eventually lose their lives.

"Humph! Just these little ghosts want to stop me, don't think about it! I'd like to see who is pretending to be a dragon ghost. She sneered and looked at the ghosts on these stone tablets, the blue light in her hands flickered, and the rich breath of life suddenly appeared, rushing towards the four rapidly moving stone tablets.

Anger and death collide with each other, and the sound of "snort" is so strange in this cemetery. Soon, the anger forced the dead qi back, followed by the ghostly screams of pain.

"Humph! With such a strength of the little ghost, you are embarrassed to send it out, what other tricks do you have, just use it! She looked into the air, not knowing where the man was, so she could only shout at the wall.

"Huh! Interesting, interesting, with the guardian of the breath of life, no wonder you don't get hit, you can still recognize my identity, no loss, no loss! The old man's voice sounded, like the breath of antiquity, surrounding this empty cemetery.

The sound fell, and in the cemetery, the melodious sound of the piano gradually rose, like mountains and flowing water, flowing in the heart, attracting people's hearts, rotating and jumping with his piano sound. But at the moment of intoxication, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, the scene of spring and March was shattered in an instant, the war drums were flying, ambushes were laid on all sides, and the drums shook the sky.

The passionate war song fell, leaving behind the resentment, loneliness and sorrow from the ancients. In the dark cemetery, a beam of light lit up, like a modern singer appearing, and the flash was in focus.

Under the beam, there was a man in an ink-colored robe, his long hair fluttering, and his ink clothes flying. He bowed his head, his long hair hanging down, covering his face, and his slender, white hands kept playing on the piano.

Wiping, picking, hooking, ticking constantly changing fingering, slender fingers, plucking the strings, extremely fast, Ziyue saw only the afterimage of the fingers moving.

At the end of the song, the man stopped his hands and calmed the strumming of the strings, and the light disappeared, and the dark cemetery lit up in an instant, as before, without the light of the sun, but as if it were day.

The man raised his head, and there were faint tears on the face of the evil demon, "Girl, what did you hear about this piano sound?" ”

Ziyue was still immersed in the sound of the piano just now, and the light of Qinglian's guardianship held up a green enchantment around her, wrapping it inside. The man's question instantly sobered her up, "Beautiful, happy, free, but instantly destroyed, wars, dangers, sorrow, deep sorrow, like the sorrow that heaven and earth are about to perish, and there is nowhere to live." ”

"That's right! You are my heir! After she finished saying what she thought in her heart, the man was excited, and with a wave of one hand, the guqin placed in front of him flew in the direction of Ziyue, without any attack power, as if it was being controlled by someone and floating in front of her.

"This piano?" She looked at the man's happy smile, and didn't feel anything wrong, and in the whole space, there was no dead air, just the usual air flowing.

"It's yours, hey! It should be born in billions of years. The man pointed to the guqin, his thoughts drifted out, and he shook his head, which was a sigh.

"Oh my, I don't know the piano!"

Jokes, playing the piano is a problem in modern times, let alone this guqin.

"It's okay, you don't understand, I can teach you, but this piano, in this world, except for me, only you can play." The man's figure flickered, and he reached Ziyue's side.

"No, I can't ask for this piano!" She can feel that this piano contains a deep sadness and unwillingness, and with her current cultivation, if she plays it rashly, she will definitely go crazy, and even be controlled by this piano.

"Girl, do you know why you didn't see anything when you entered this misty ghost forest? Because you are the chosen owner of this qin, so you have always been within its protection range, the danger of the night in the misty ghost forest, you have not seen it, so you feel that you don't need it, but if you don't take it away, then another friend of yours will take over it, without the control and protection of the breath of life, get this qin, you will be instantly controlled, become a killing machine. ”

"So, I have to have this piano?" She looked at him, feeling threatened, but she had to say yes.

"That's right, you don't have a choice!" The man exhaled softly in her ear, but no air flowed, as if it wasn't really human.

"Good! Give me this piano, and you will regret it in the future. She grabbed the guqin behind her, and all kinds of negative emotions surged towards her sea of knowledge, Qinglian felt the threat of different breaths, and a large amount of life qi gushed out, forcing back the dead qi.

The two fought each other, green and black constantly appearing on her face, and the expression on her face was hideous, terrifying like a terrible ghost asking for her life. The man looked at her like this, and said in a low voice: "I hope you can succeed and defeat the death qi of this nine-tone magic qin, as long as you succeed, this qin will be able to see the light of day again!" ”

The black continued to decrease, the green gradually increased, and in an instant, her face returned to its original appearance, and her face was peaceful.

The green breath of life was blowing, forcing the breath of death into the qin, and a pair of golden patterns appeared on the original ink-colored guqin.

The strings of the nine-tone magic piano are refined by the dragon tendons, the body of the piano is carved with a golden phoenix, the head of the piano is like a phoenix, the tail of the piano is outlined by the phoenix feathers, the whole body, intersected by ink and gold, exudes a faint breath of death and life, the two swim on the body of the piano, such as two extremes, but there is no conflict, just like Tai Chi gossip, yin and yang are intersecting and compatible, you have me, I have you.

"Congratulations on controlling this magic harp, and dripping blood to recognize the master!" The man urged.

Ziyue thought about it, felt that there was no danger, and listened to his words, and confessed it to the owner with blood, but she didn't expect that this girl was a pit of people, and as soon as the blood dripped down, the spiritual power on her body surged towards it uncontrollably, and the man disappeared in an instant.

"Damn, how much do you need!" Ziyue couldn't help but curse, and sure enough, there was no good product of the forcibly pushed goods.

"What about people?" She looked around, but she didn't see the man, the surroundings were still as empty as usual, and she was the only one in the entire space.

Time passed slowly, and just when Ziyue thought that she was about to be sucked dry by this qin, the other party finally let her go, the guqin rippled gently, and a piece of piano sound came out, so happy that she was like a well-fed child.

"Damn it, people? Come out! Ziyue yelled at the air, but no one around responded. The guqin suspended in the air shook slightly, and a small radish head came out of it, short, no different from a three-year-old child, dressed in a red belly pocket, and looked like a lucky doll.