"Uncle and uncle, Ning'er wants you to live and die together."

The young man who was protected by a group of Fire Spirit Clansmen looked at the scene in front of him, and his somewhat immature face showed a look of determination.

Obviously, catching up along the way made his heart stronger.

"Holy Son, don't talk nonsense, you are the future of the Fire Spirit Clan, and we will protect you even if we fight to the last drop of blood."

The old man of the Fire Spirit Clan turned his head slightly, and his old face was full of determination.

The Fire Spirit Clan has been in decline for too many years, from the five spirit clans of the year to the nameless clan of today.

These old elders of the Fire Spirit Clan, their lifelong wish is that one day the Fire Spirit Clan can become strong.

And Yan Ning, he is the hope of the Fire Spirit Clan.

This child is the heir left by the previous generation of saints of the Fire Spirit Clan who intermarried with other Spirit Clans, and he was originally not qualified to inherit the Fire Spirit Clan.

However, Yan Ning had exposed an extremely high cultivation talent since he was born.

Sixteen years old, one star in the God Emperor Realm.

This kind of cultivation talent, even the Tianjiao of those God Emperor families in the galaxy is nothing more than that.

The Fire Spirit Clan poured all their efforts into cultivating Yan Ning, hoping that he would lead the Fire Spirit Clan to rise.

This time, the Five Mystic Realms originally wanted to make Yan Ning come to the fore, but they never thought that such a change would suddenly occur in the secret realm, so that they were besieged by the demons and suffered heavy casualties.

"Hmph, kill me!"

The Demon God Sect, which was the leader, looked at the scene in front of him, snorted coldly, and directly ordered an attack.

More than eighty black-robed warriors around him made a move.

"Kill!"

More than eighty powerhouses comparable to the God Emperor Realm made a move, and all of a sudden, the demonic qi surged, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

The earth-shattering demonic aura surged together, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground around him.

The black demon swirled and soared into the sky.

"It's so strong!"

"Does the heavens want me to kill my Fire Spirit Clan?"

Those old men of the Fire Spirit Clan looked up at the terrifying demonic aura around them, and their faces changed drastically.

At this time, they only felt the power of these more than eighty God Emperor Realms.

"What a death!"

At this moment, a cold voice rang out around the dense forest.

"Who?"

The black-robed martial artist of the Divine Sect Realm standing in the back frowned and spoke.

As one of the few leaders of this group of blood martial artists who were sent to the Five Mystic Realms, his perception was still very strong.

The voice just now made him feel a hint of danger.

Although he couldn't say what was in danger, his subconscious mind told him that he might die if he didn't pay attention.

"The perception is not bad, but it has to die!"

The next moment, a white-robed figure appeared in front of him.

The white-robed figure swept in extremely fast, and appeared in front of him almost in a flash.

A pair of eyes burning with dark blue flames suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You ......"

The black-robed warrior's eyes suddenly dilated, and he felt a deadly threat, and the divine power in his body surged violently, condensing a black-red light curtain, wanting to resist the attack of Sword Fengyun.

However, the faint blue flame was not resisted by the black and red light curtain at all.

Bang!

As if there was no barrier, it pierced directly through the center of his eyebrows.

A faint blue flame burned in the depths of his eyes, burning all of his eyes in an instant.

Then the flames spread, starting at his skull and spreading across his entire body.

The burly body of the black-robed warrior did not struggle, and actually allowed the flames to engulf him, and then turned into ashes, scattering first.

"He'......!"

Yan Ning, who was protected by a group of Fire Spirit Clan powerhouses, saw this scene, his immature face widened, and his face showed surprise.

As for the other powerhouses of the Fire Spirit Clan, although they were busy fighting with the blood warriors, they still saw this scene.

The shock in their eyes was still self-evident.

"Kill!"

Jian Fengyun's figure condensed beside the black-robed Divine Sect that had turned into ashes, and then he reached out and grabbed it, and a surging soul power poured out.

The soul power turned into a long piano in the palm of his hand.

When the strings are plucked, the sound waves ripple and the soul is lingering.

The sound of the piano turned into a substantial sound wave, with a faint blue light on it, sweeping over the bodies of those black-robed warriors.

Those black-robed warriors, whenever they were affected by the sound of the qin, would have a headache on their faces.

Then he gave up the attack and knelt directly on the ground in pain.

Then he rolled on the ground, as if his soul had been crushed in his head.

The pain was so severe that it was hard for them to keep their senses, and they hit tree trunks and rocks on the ground, making them flesh and blood, and they were completely ignorant.

Some people fell to the ground after a few rolls, motionless, as if their souls had been wiped out.

There are also many frantically banging their heads against various mistakes, hitting their heads and bleeding so much that they torture themselves to death.

Such a tragic scene occurred in a quarter of an hour.

The sword wind and clouds not far away, dressed in a white robe, had a calm complexion.

There was no fluctuation in a pair of clear eyes, and the slender fingers fell on the soul power piano, like a high immortal, holding the life and death of others.

The sound of the piano never stopped, slowly for three or two moments.

As soon as the piano fell, the air fell silent.

All around you can hear the rustle of leaves in the dense forest wind, and the silence is a little weird.

Wisps of sunlight shine through the leaves and sprinkle on the dense forest land, and the fallen leaves fall to the ground with the sunlight, gently rolling a few times with the wind.

If it weren't for the ground, those black-robed people who had no breath would still be lying on the ground.

It's not like it's going through a big war.

However, it was not meant to be a big war.

It's just a white-clothed god of war who descended from the sky, one person and one piano, to kill all demons.

The Heavenly Fire in the eyes of the sword faded away, and the soul power in his hands spread out.

looked at the people in front of him calmly.

The people of the Fire Spirit Clan, looking at the scene that happened in front of them, were completely stunned, and they didn't know what to say.

Who would have imagined that someone could play a tune and kill more than eighty powerhouses of the God Emperor Realm.

Moreover, those powerhouses of the God Emperor Realm did not have the slightest strength to resist.

There are many people in the Fire Spirit Clan who have good perception, and they can sense that the souls of these black-robed people in front of them have all been wiped out.

In other words, the sound of the piano just now directly destroyed their souls.

The methods of this young man in white are too amazing.

Directly attacking the soul of the person makes ordinary people unprepared and unable to resist.

If Jian Fengyun had killing intent just now, all of these people from the Fire Spirit Clan would have to die.

Under such a terrifying soul attack, they couldn't resist it.

"Are you alright?"

Jian Fengyun's gaze swept over them, and finally landed on the sixteen-year-old young man behind him.

"I didn't ...... It's okay......"

An old man led by the Fire Spirit Clan stepped forward and said in a trembling voice.

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