It's the sound of the piano, and the melodious sound of the piano flows through the fingertips.

As soon as Jiu Xuan entered the Hetuluo book, he was stunned by the inexplicable force, and when he woke up, he stood up vigilantly, and heard the sound of the piano coming from the pavilion opposite, he held his breath and walked over slowly.

The face of the man in the golden brocade robe is like a crown of jade, and the wide-sleeved immortals, just by looking at it, you can know that his cultivation is profound, and his aura is restrained and in line with the way of heaven, and he is integrated with this heaven and earth. When his gaze fell on Jiu Xuan, a hint of surprise flashed.

"I didn't expect the bloodline to be so weak."

Di Jun could see at a glance the purity of the fox bloodline in his body, and he vaguely remembered that there was also a white fox back then, which could be her descendant. Unexpectedly, she actually left offspring, and she didn't expect to see the descendants of the wolf clan and the fox clan, which made him have to feel surprised and providential. He retains a trace of his wisdom in the Hetuluo book, because the Hetuluo book has no heir.

The ontology of Di Jun is not the golden crow in the myth of the flood wilderness as Luo Yun thought, but the wolf clan, except for the name related to Di Jun, the rest are different.

"Are you an ancestor?" He walked up vigilantly, and when he saw the piano in his hand, a trace of doubt crossed his heart, and he vaguely remembered that the man who claimed to be his master, named Yang Mo, also had such a piano.

He plucked the strings, and the melodious sound came out again, and as he played, he said, "You can call it that if you want." Oh, I'm long dead, and all you see is a remnant of the wisdom of the river Tuluo book. ”

The domineering and awe-inspiring taste was completely gone, but it was the lingering sound of the piano, Jiu Xuan smelled the smell of blood and vastness, and he remembered Yang Mo's piano sound, which was higher and more detached than him.

"What did you command when you brought me?" He frowned.

"Oh. It's nothing, I just want to meet the future owner of Hetu Luoshu. ”

When Jiu Xuan heard this, he had a plan in his heart, this man really wanted to hand over the Hetu Luo Book to him, but there had to be a reward. "And what do you want?"

Di Jun paused, the speed of plucking the strings in his hand became faster and faster, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but Jiu Xuan didn't see it, because he lowered his head and looked at the qin, "As long as you keep my demon clan alive and the incense continues, this is my wish, and it must be your wish." ”

Really...... He is still dedicated to the demon clan, he is the emperor of the demon clan, the demon clan respects him, why did he fall? If it was once, he would take the revival of the demon clan as his own responsibility, overcome obstacles, and become the most dazzling god of war of the demon clan, but he was willing to sacrifice his edge for a woman. Now his heart has long followed her.

"I refuse." He didn't hesitate to give Dijun a resounding slap in the face.

Dijun's hand on the piano suddenly didn't move, and he raised his head to look at the man standing in the middle of the court.

Suddenly, Di Jun released a powerful coercion, oppressing the corners of the man's mouth on the other side with blood leaking out, and his eyes were terrifying: "Don't think that I can't do anything to you just as a soul, since you entered the Hetu Luo Book, I can let you die quietly." ”

"I can't help but say no!"

"Think again. I thought about it, sue me. ”

After that, the golden-robed man regained his indifference, his cheeks flushed with a trace of blood red, he used coercion to deter him just now but found that he had to use sixty percent of his strength, but he was just a junior, and he had grown to such a point. Thinking about it this way, his gaze became even hotter when he looked at the suppressed man.

"Don't think that you want to kill me in the Hetuluo book, because this is not reliable at all, give up resistance, you can only surrender to me."

Then, he didn't look at him again, his slender fingers plucked the strings unhurriedly, and wisps of melodious and beautiful piano sound passed past his ears, but in any case it made people feel that they were walking in the sky, and they could not enter people's hearts.

After playing the piano for three days, Di Jun finally said his first words.

"It's weird, why can't I play the piano after so many years?"

He asked Jiu Xuan, "Do you know why?" ”

Jiu Xuan glanced at him coldly and said, "You are heartless and ruthless, how can you play the most beautiful song in the world?" ”

Rumble! No one dares to say so bluntly that he doesn't understand feelings and hearts. He is the Demon Emperor who is high above, even if he dies, even if he fights with the Demon Venerable, he does not let himself stand at the bottom of him.

This junior dared to say such a thing, he felt humiliated, but in the end, he was consumed by the countless hours, and no one could talk to him for a long time, so he asked him, "In this world, I'm afraid there is no one who can play the piano better than me, right?" ”

"Who said no. I've seen one. "Jiu Xuan knows that he is arrogant, but he will not kill him, because there are only two of them in this place, and people will be lonely, and if they are the Demon Emperor, they will have no friends.

"Who else can live as long as I do? Who else knows the construction of a piano better than I do? "The piano was created by him, and this is not a lie. It was something he could be proud of, and the only thing he could put in after his death.

"Have you ever heard of the name Yang Mo? He plays better than you. "I'm afraid that only those who have loved deeply and have never changed their deep love will play such a heart-warming and resonant tune. His expression was a little ethereal.

“…… Yang Mo? Chewing on the name repeatedly, Dijun lived too long for him to remember all the names, but these two words seemed to have left traces in his life.

When a man dressed in white like snow and eternally cold flashed in his mind, he suddenly smiled, and that smile made Jiu Xuan feel cold.

But immediately, his expression became disdainful, "You mean Yang Mo?" How could that kid possibly play the piano? It was a man who was colder than the goddess of ice and snow, and he had no heart and no love. Worse than me. ”

"But that's not what I saw him." Jiu Xuan is very persistent, he is very persistent in this regard, "The songs he plays are beautiful and affectionate, which makes people feel fascinated when they listen to it." But the sound of your piano gives me a kind of solitary self-appreciation, ruthless slaughter. ”

He also looked at him with disdain: "Even if you have endured it here for so many years, your piano voice tells me, you are still a person who is not willing to be lonely." ”

I see.

There was a light in Di Jun's eyes, everyone would change, only he, who had long since died, would always be the same as before. He suddenly had the idea that he didn't want to die.

When he looked at Jiu Xuan, he suddenly had a strong desire to possess, if he could take it away, he might be able to live.

"Yes, I don't want to die simply."

Di Jun suddenly burst out with supreme coercion, locking him with powerful spiritual power, making him unable to resist, but in the next second, his weak spiritual power, which was originally locked by him and included in the sea of spiritual consciousness, suddenly exploded!

"Poof!"

The golden-robed man spat blood, and a rare look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"But I don't want you to take my life."

There was a sense of slaughter in Jiu Xuan's gentle eyes, although he said that he wanted Hetu Luoshu, but if he wanted his life, it was better to kill him first.

Di Jun smiled: "Hehe! Such a great boy, I don't know how long no one can hurt me. Then let me see if you are capable enough to become the master of the Hetu Luo Book. ”

On his right hand, a scroll of the river Tuluo book appeared, and the mountains and rivers were spread out, and the supreme power formed a wind blade, mixed with the majesty of the gods. Rushing towards Jiuxuan.

"Bang!"

He couldn't avoid it, he was hit by the wind blade, his internal organs were shattered, there was a little blood on his platinum robe, leaning on the blood-stained broken stone, his pupils were dilated, he was so powerful!

Di Jun put his right hand on the top of Jiu Xuan's head, and he penetrated his spiritual power domineeringly, and an invisible net penetrated and penetrated.

Luo Yun...... It's always me who loses you, and I'll never get out.

Seeing his anger and unwillingness, a rare trace of pity flashed in Di Jun's eyes, after all, this is his descendant, and he is also the descendant of the white fox.

So he sighed and promised, "Lend your body for use." If I can stand on the top of the Nine Realms again and trample the immortals and demons under my feet, I will give you a shell and thank you for your life. ”

"Huh!" He sneered, how could he possibly let him do whatever he wanted with his body? If so, what should his Luo Yun do?

Just ......

Discovering his strangeness, Di Jun was also shocked, he, he, he was about to blow himself up! I didn't expect it to be so decisive!

Feeling the spiritual power in his body gathering in the demon pill as quickly as the light returned, the spiritual energy revolved around him incessantly.

He yelled, "No! "I wanted to go down with a palm, and I wanted to kill him.

And at this moment of hesitation, at this critical moment, a smile suddenly flashed in the eyes of the man who had just appeared to be extremely obedient and had no resistance.

Glancing at Di Jun, who was so surprised that he didn't know what was happening, the Sky Lock Knife flew out from the emerald eyes, the speed was so fast, the distance was so close, it actually killed the other party in an instant.

"Ahh There was not even blood, and the Sky Lock Knife turned into a small dagger and plunged straight into the opponent's chest.

When Jiu Xuan saw that this man's soul slowly dissipated and the illusion here gradually disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes, he was so tired.

"It's your ......" was mixed with a touch of disbelief and a sigh in his voice.

He didn't hear the last words of Di Jun's soul before it dissipated, but he was groggy and didn't know how long he slept before he woke up. When he woke up, he found that there was a scroll lying next to him, and there was darkness around him, and everything was gone, but he still knew that he was in the inner space of the Hetuluo book.

Jiu Xuan poured another drop of blood, waiting to recognize the Lord. This thing hurt him, it didn't seem to be a simple mortal thing. At the beginning, Di Jun used the direction of the Star Dou in the Hetu Luo Book to arrange the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and today he escaped under his hands, which inevitably had some luck.

After successfully recognizing the master, he used his spiritual sense to check the Hetuluo book a little, but found that it was not easy, so he simply put away this thought and went out first. At this moment, he can go out as long as his mind moves.

So, you waited for him to come out just now, but a gust of wind blew, which made him shiver!