The overwhelming sorrow drowned out the prayer like a tidal wave.

He could feel the emotions of everyone present, even those who were under control. But their emotions are dull and their thinking is broken, and many of them may have been irreparably damaged. Those small emotions converge together, and there are more doubts and confusions, not knowing what is happening, and not knowing where to go. The family is reunited, but the changes are coming one after another, and everything is too difficult to understand for ordinary people who just want to live a good life.

The distant and heavy concept of "home" was reconstructed, almost overwhelming him.

But what is even more suffocating is the most large and incomprehensible emotion of "God".

It's - they, they're grieving, grieving beyond words. It's as if all their efforts up to now are really for the development of all people in this world, the future of all people, but they can't be understood by the world. The pain was too heavy and too complex, and even that was just one of them.

The two demon gods were like siblings, and even if they didn't need a blue amber or some other way to establish a spiritual connection, they could truly understand what the other was thinking. Qi Huan couldn't help but smile, and for some reason he was a little envious.

It's really cunning, it's clearly just two liars, why? He thought so, but knew there was no conflict between the two. It's as if their so-called "for the sake of the world" and their selfish desires are also not contradictory. It is also their principle to work more and get more, so everything they exploit is considered legitimate and reasonable in their own hearts.

What are they talking about......? Qi Huan couldn't understand the language of the two men. The voice is indeed the voice of the two people, and the form of expression is indeed a statement of some kind of text. But neither the words nor the words could be understood, they were just meaningless fragments of the scriptures. But he can read the emotions in them, and they are no different from the human category.

But it is fundamentally impossible to communicate.

He also felt the tremendous grief and anger that Bai Ya had suppressed—a force that was almost comparable to the emotion of the musical sky.

Liu Shenghan's peace and tenacity until this moment, as well as Jun Aoyan's seeming ...... Apologies, he also has a full view. In a short period of time, what happened to them, he also deduced from the sea of emotions.

He just sighed.

When he gently touched the strings, he faintly felt that the meridians in his hands also resonated. So, he played.

It's so fluid that even he can't tell why. It was as if the young girl herself was standing beside him, gently guiding his every move. It should fall on that string, where to pluck, what fingering and what force, all are clear. It's just that she seems to have told each finger directly, skipping him himself, and the hand knows exactly what to do.

Qi Huan understood that it was the two invisible strings that controlled his hands, manipulating them to play a heavenly sound.

The sound of nature.

They had never heard anything like it. Even Bai Ya and Shenghan near the music sky, and the generals and arrogant faces who were running around in the city, couldn't help but look back at the source of the sound. It spreads in the wind, yet it clearly reaches everyone's ears. Even from a distance, you can hear such melodious music.

Melodious and sombre.

They feel ...... It's cold. It's a song, but the chill that clings to your skin is real

exists. It's not that biting cold, it's just a slightly cool feeling. It's like the first rain of autumn, falling on the body, there is a unique cold and dampness, and the next moment it will turn from the first rain to the first frost.

In the palace, countless walls have been torn down, countless buildings have been destroyed, and countless sites have been stepped into terrifying cracks. There are countless lives and objects that have been destroyed by the huge body of the musical heaven or the sound waves. But in the midst of this music, its movements stagnated and slowed down, as if the surface and even the interior were frozen up.

Qi Huan felt it calm down.

It's really soothing. He understood that he had made a mistake at first. He shouldn't provoke it with the aim of simply attacking it - but to appease it, calm it down, and stop the senseless destruction. The more anxious you are, the more you can't do it, and although everyone understands it, not everyone can do it at any time.

Jun Aoyan was a little anxious, but she couldn't calm down like a musical day, because she and her father realized that these charms were no longer finished. The unconscious people outside the city had been implanted with some kind of order, and they could not stop with the stagnation of the musical day, they were still slamming into the last gate again and again, and many people had climbed in from the fragmentary breakthrough point.

At this moment, in the midst of this soft music, the charms in the hands of the two suddenly flew up like birds, carrying Bai Ya's blood, flying in all directions. An unseen force taped them all to where they should have been—was the goddess helping them? They don't know, they only know that everything is still saved.

The pattern of the sky took shape, and two yin and yang fish that covered the sky and the sun hugged each other. The surrounding scenery seems to have not changed, but the overall impression is bleak, as if a thin veil has shrouded it.

Liu Shenghan was still tirelessly waving the clouds. The crumbling, obstructive wreckage around them has been restored as if they had gone back in time, making the large area seem much more spacious. And those people. While she can't trick the vast musical heavens with illusions, even controlled humans can direct their actions by modifying the information they come into contact with their senses. She kept throwing the blood-stained pen hard, and every drop of blood melted into the eyes of those people. In the end, with a stroke of her pen, she lifted the seal that Bai Ya had set for them.

One by two, they turned and scattered in all directions, walking on what they thought was the right path.

"That's going to be easy."

"Well, thanks." Bai Ya nodded.

"Do you have an idea of what to do next?"

"Hmm...... There's a way. ”

Before Liu Shenghan could ask what it was, Bai Ya suddenly rushed in the direction of Music Heaven, dragging a strange afterimage behind him. The power around Musical Heaven that could have distorted light has also been weakened, and although the effect is still there, it has been diluted a lot. Bai Ya jumped up and stepped on it. At that moment, there was indeed a feeling of stepping on the void under his feet, but after all, he still stepped on some kind of entity, but it was different from what his eyes saw. Bai Ya simply closed his eyes and guided his instincts with his intuition. In the darkness, he saw an irregular mist of light, emitting spores-like particles. Its shape was changing, but it was becoming very slow, and Bai Ya guessed that it was the divine power condensed in its body. Sometimes, there will be gaps in the light mist, such as cracked eye sockets or large mouths; Sometimes the gap is filled, filled, and unconsciously reshaped.

Bai Ya jumped and ran up quickly

Run, he was even faster than when he had his eyes open. In the sound of music, all the pain in his body became irrelevant, and a special spiritual power emanated from the inside of the knife, wrapped around his hands and legs, giving him a steady stream of strength.

This knife seems to be ...... There was a name, but he forgot. Did Shui Wujun start it or did his father start it? He didn't remember, he was very young at the time, and he had only heard it once or twice, and he had no interest in remembering the bells and whistles.

But the name, the name - there is always a origin, it will not be meaningless.

He came to the highest point, a place where he could look at all things, but it was not the closest to heaven. Distance from the sky, the heavenly realm, the heavenly way...... Whatever, there's still a long way to go.

He's going to pull the heavens down.

As if stepping on an invisible ladder, he continued to face upward, touching a path that was invisible to the naked eye but actually existed. Everyone saw that Bai Ya was going to a higher place in an incredible way. There was a white light and a black shadow around him, and he didn't know what it meant.

The overlapping voices of men and women in my ears never stopped for a moment. Sometimes it's cursing, sometimes it's wailing. But no one knows what that means, and perhaps it is the language of the Heavenly Dao, and the so-called "gods" can understand the meaning. But that doesn't matter, the language is not universal, but the emotion is. Now, they gradually condensed into a feeble but incomparably clear human language, projecting deeply into the heart of Bai Ya, who was closest to them.

"Dead ...... Die—die, you ants, these incomprehensible, lowly creatures. You deserve to die, you were born to die, you are not worthy of the help of any gods, nor are you worthy to bathe in the favor of any gods. Destroying all the plants and trees in the world, controlling all the birds and beasts in the world, despising and cutting off our feelings and connections, thinking that we are superior and ruling everything—what do you think is the difference between us? You deserve to be punished by God, and the Celestial Gods deserve to punish you. You have to pay the price......"

Bai Ya only felt noisy.

"It doesn't seem to make a difference." He replied in his heart, and he didn't know who to answer, "But I only care if you killed my father." But you don't seem to bother to answer this question anymore. It doesn't matter, and you don't have to answer. ”

Bai Ya, who was located in a high place, suddenly opened his eyes, and as soon as he turned around, he used all his strength to slash the two scimitars downward, but it was as if he had pulled something down from above and smashed it down. Something swelled in the curtain of yin and yang in the sky, breaking through the fog and clouds, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and unstoppable.

Two huge spiritual powers fell from the sky, as if the sky had cracked a big gap. There was a black, huge object getting closer. Was it a black ball, or was it a hole in the human world? It's moving, along with a white ring. The ring is also extremely white, which seems to symbolize something completely different from the black circle.

They get closer and closer, diffusing a light that envelops everything. Whether it is light or shadow, no one can tell clearly, only that it is a scene that is isolated from vision. Even Le Tian's huge body seemed small, and Bai Ya's figure was even more invisible.

That thing completely swallowed up the musical sky. Rather, it engulfs everything.

"That's knife energy?"

This is the voice of the Immortal Moon Monarch, Qi Huan was stunned, and he wanted to look around but couldn't open his eyes. All he could hear was the female voice muttering something in confusion.

"To Zai Kun Yuan, the beginning of ten thousand materials, is to inherit the ...... of the sky"

- Candlelight: Glow.