A song of Jiangnan, the aftermath lingers.

Wang Zheng slowly walked down from the sea of clouds, the jade flute in his hand was slow, looking at all the people who were immersed in his singing, with tenderness and remembrance on their faces, a sense of accomplishment that had never risen in his heart before.

Even though he has been filming before and has become famous, it is the first time that he can watch everyone cheer for him and be moved by his singing voice at the scene.

Wang Zheng finally understood why the singers of the first level of the king in his previous life would also have times when his emotions were out of control at the concert.

Without him, it is precisely because of this face-to-face situation, that kind of omnipresent mutual infection.

Treading and a low sound, Wang Zheng stood firmly on the ground.

The next moment, the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami sounded! All the voices were only two words, and that was Wang Zheng's name!

"It's so good!

"The old man has lived here for more than 80 years, and it is the first time that he has felt the charm of Hangzhou so clearly. Thank you seniors. ”

"It's so good! Although the voice does not have the power of those holy banshees to penetrate into the soul, but the simplest listening is deep into my soul!"

Even if Wang Zheng's predecessors did not specialize in the way of music and rhythm, and did not have exercises to make music full of reason, but with this song and Wang Zheng's predecessors' intentions, it is enough to be close to the Tao!"

"Senpai, Senpai, what's the name of this song?"

looked at the woman who was almost about to jump out of the crowd, holding the photo stone and shaking it desperately, trying to attract Wang Zheng's attention.

The corners of Wang Zheng's mouth hooked: "This song is called Jiangnan." To the south of that great river, there is a beautiful and rich gentle water town. ”

As he spoke, Wang Zheng pointed to the distance. There, when he flew away, he saw a big river, and there was a dragon breath in the river, and a giant turtle was sleeping.

Childe Ruoxian, pointing to Jiangnan.

It is conceivable that in a few years, this place will become a famous scene in the Eastern Continent because of Wang Zheng's songs and his plays.

West Lake, Broken Bridge, Jiangnan, these names will also become eternal in the long river of history.

In the shouting of the mountains and tsunamis, Wang Zheng suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.

This made everyone stunned, and subconsciously looked at Wang Zheng's gaze.

I saw that the sky was still gloomy and damp, and the residents here had long been accustomed to the rainy weather in the south of the Yangtze River, why did Wang Zheng's predecessors suddenly look like they were facing a great enemy?

However, Wang Zheng didn't have the heart to consider the thoughts of these fans at the moment, he was still staring at the sky in the distance, and even the runes spread across his forehead, and the magic eye had already bloomed.

The next moment, in the midst of everyone's inexplicable expressions, a terrifying muffled sound suddenly came from the sky.

And then there was a continuous, endless roar!

The terrifying aura fluctuations suddenly erupted inexplicably high in the sky, making everyone look frightened.

The last time, such a terrifying aura fluctuation erupted near Xinghang City, it was the powerhouse of Changchun Valley who fought with the old Jiao in the river, and the place where the two of them passed could be said to be a landslide and no grass was growing.

If it weren't for the powerhouses of Changchun Valley who deliberately avoided Xinghang City, I am afraid that Xinghang City would have been destroyed long ago!

In the face of this terrifying aura fluctuation, the crowd instantly panicked. A large number of people scattered and fled in all directions! Warriors cast light work, monks flew with qi, magicians set off fierce winds, and warriors burst out with fighting spirit!

At least many of the old people living in Xinghang City were reluctant to leave, and could only look at the place where the loud noise in the sky came from with a worried face.

Under the gaze of them and Wang Zheng, the sky finally changed!

The space was as if a huge stone had been smashed into the middle of the lake, and large irregular ripples spread wildly from one origin. This is followed by a small black dot in the center of the ripple spread.

Almost as soon as the black dot was generated, a dark demonic aura escaped from the black dot. As the black dot rapidly expanded into a deep hole, the dark demonic aura instantly eroded the entire sky, making the sky suddenly eerie and terrifying!

At the same time, the loud sound finally became clear and no longer muffled!

The rumbling sound was obviously the sound of thunder! And underneath the thunderous sound, there was a terrifying magic roar, which was not weaker than the thunder!

"Thunder?

Wang Zheng's brows became deeper and deeper, and he could vaguely feel that there were strong men fighting in the entrance of the cave.

If it was usual, Wang Zheng would definitely turn around and leave without hesitation. But now, Wang Zheng can't go. Because behind him, there is a set that he found after trekking through mountains and rivers, and there are countless fans of him!

No matter what the reason, Wang Zheng can't accept that this hard-to-find set and the fans he got were destroyed by that terrifying power!

As a result, the surging true qi like the sea in Wang Zheng's body ran wildly, and a terrifying Flying Immortal Sword intent soared into the sky, and a shining treasure light bloomed on his body.

Just as Wang Zheng was waiting for the battle, three figures suddenly flew out from the hole constructed by the demonic qi.

Seeing these three figures, Wang Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Without perceiving the breath of those two, Wang Zheng knew that each of those three people was not simple!

Because, the vision on those three people is almost the kind that you can know at a glance that is very amazing!

One of them is a masculine and handsome monk, full of treasures, obviously practicing the methods of Buddhism and martial arts. What's even more surprising is that above his head, there is a huge eight-treasure canopy formed by the convergence of qi, blood and Buddha light, and infinite Buddha light hangs from the canopy.

The monk is under the canopy, breaking the posture of ten thousand laws.

The other is a young man with a resolute face. The young man was surrounded by thunder, stepping on the sea of thunder, like a thunder god descending to earth.

And what really caught Wang Zheng's attention was not the power of the cultivator who accompanied him with a wave of his hand, but the huge figure suspended behind the young man.

Although the figure was completely constructed of cyan thunder, the body was perfect, like the innate thunder god born from heaven and earth, and it cooperated perfectly with the young man in every move.

Looking at the huge cyan thunder figure, surrounded by nine qi bands with their own merits like glow, Wang Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly.

"The incarnation outside the body?Dharma Body?No, it's the Nine Qi Blue Thunder True Body?!"

Today's Wang Zheng is not the stunned young man who was stunned at the beginning, and for many legends and allusions in Zhongzhou, as an artist, he must dabble in.

Among them, all kinds of constitutions against the sky are compulsory topics.

And the Nine Qi Blue Thunder True Body in Wang Zheng's mouth is not a physique, but a physique called the Nine Qi True Thunder Body, which evolved in the Jindan period and seems to be a supernatural thing, a Dharma body, and an incarnation outside the body!

In other words, that young man's physique was the rumored Nine Qi True Thunder Body!

In addition, the young man stepped on the purple thunder sea, and his every move seemed to have the power of heaven and earth, and his forehead kept his eyes up, and it was pregnant with gray, full of ominous calamity!

The identity of youth is about to come out!