Boom Boom –

The battlefield was full of lightning and thunder, and the sky was falling apart everywhere, like an apocalyptic picture.

Under the pressure of that giant finger, pieces of heaven and earth returned to a state of chaos. This is a great disaster for the countless races on the battlefield, a disaster that cannot be resisted at all.

In the midst of that disaster, Yan Qing was running frantically.

Even if his current combat power is infinitely close to that of the Great Emperor, under that giant finger, he is just a slightly larger ant, what is it?

It's just that he didn't expect that even the mysterious white-faced man in Mai couldn't resist the blow of the giant finger. What realm is the existence of the giant finger, or has it gone beyond the realm of merger?

This level of existence made Yan Qing feel a sense of powerlessness.

Is there still hope for the Kyushu Terrans?

Although Yan Qing's speed is very fast, it is impossible to be faster than a giant finger at all. After the giant finger crushed the white-faced man in Mai, it also fell on him, making him unstoppable at all.

"If you dare to destroy my altar, then die. Hmph!"

The hoarse voice said coldly, and the giant finger then pressed down towards Yan Qing, pressing the sky trembling, shattering layer by layer, making a roaring sound.

"Ahh

Yan Qing looked up at the sky and saw that the giant finger was pressing down towards him, unstoppable like a broken bamboo. In an instant, the world where he was located shattered and turned into chaos.

And his body, under that tremendous force, also turned into powder.

When he was about to die, a piano suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and the melody of the piano was extremely exciting, with the fighting atmosphere of a tragic spear killing, permeated with an indignant and unyielding spirit of bravery.

Dressed in splendor, the spears are vertical and horizontal!

The sound of the piano turned into thousands of troops, thousands of mountains, and countless seas, etc., blocking the terrifying finger for him. Yan Qing didn't have time to explore where the sound of the piano came from, why did he help him block that finger, so he immediately repaired his body and fled frantically.

The sound was somewhat familiar to him, as if he had heard it before.

At this time, the giant finger was in the air and smashed down.

In just a moment, the thousands of troops, thousands of mountains, and immeasurable seas transformed by the sound of the piano were shattered one after another.

The giant finger fell on him again.

Yan Qing fled frantically, stepping out of the tens of millions of miles in one step, but the giant finger was still across his head, exuding an incomparably terrifying aura, making him suffocate and unable to breathe.

He felt that death was coming, and that he could die at any moment.

Whew—

The roar of an ancient desolate beast resounded through the sky.

At this time, in the void outside the Great Thousand Battlefield, an incomparably huge giant beast was roaring in the sky.

The giant beast stepped through the void step by step, and its steps were very heavy.

And on that incomparably huge beast, a young man in yellow was roaring in the sky, and a guqin more than a foot long was suspended on his body.

The piano has fifty strings.

I saw that the hands of the young man in yellow suddenly fell on the strings, hooking, ticking, and wiping with his right hand, and chanting, squeezing, and annotating with his left hand.

The melody is incomparably exciting!

In the aura of the battle of the spear, there is an indignant and unyielding spirit of bravery.

The sound of the piano on the battlefield came from him.

"Rush to the crown!"

The young man in yellow said violently, plucked the eighth string, his long hair flew flying, and his body exuded a sense of anger, and the clothes hunted and hunted.

On the battlefield, the sound of the piano once again turned into thousands of troops and horses, thousands of mountains, immeasurable seas, and so on, attacking towards that giant finger, which seemed extremely excited, and once again blocked it for Yan Qing.

"Humph!"

The hoarse voice snorted coldly, looking a little irritable, "You even dare to run out? Looking for a dead !!"

Whew—

Another earth-shattering roar.

In the void outside the Great Thousand Battlefield, two giant beasts roared in the sky, pulling a huge stone island and walking slowly.

The giant rope has been tempered thousands of times, thick and strong, and it always flashes with a little black light.

In that void, the giant green eyes of the giant beast shone like a torch, and opened its bloody mouth towards the void, revealing a row of razor-like sharp teeth more than a foot long, and let out a terrifying roar.

Giant Elephant Dragon Pull Island!

The eight-armed evil dragon and the hell god elephant are invincible murderers in ancient times, who can enter the nine heavens to fight the gods, and can explore the nine ghosts and slash the great demons. At this time, they were pulling a mysterious stone island, walking slowly, and the pace seemed very heavy.

"Hmph, no one can save the people I want to kill. ”

The hoarse voice snorted coldly, and the giant finger pressed down towards Yan Qing again, "Long Yi, you are killing yourself." ”

"Angry!"

The young man in yellow was furious, plucked the ninth string, raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, fierce and iron-clad.

On the battlefield, the sound of the piano once again blocked Yan Qing's giant finger.

"Look for death, huh!"

At this time, the giant finger suddenly pressed towards the young man in yellow.

Storms and countless thunderbolts descended from the void.

Boom Boom –

The giant finger pressed down, and patches of blazing lightning erupted in the void, and the entire void exploded, like fireworks in the night sky, shaking violently.

Even the vast void seems to be unable to withstand this finger.

"Shen Ming!"

The tenth string moves.

"Throw your sword!"

The eleventh string moves.

The young man in yellow kept plucking the strings back and forth with his hands, and the sound of the piano became more and more intense. The wind stops at the beginning of the Xuanqi, the people and ghosts are silent, the ruler jumps on the piano plate, the thoughts slide on the fingertips, the emotions flow in the five mysteries, and the sounds of heaven echo in the sky.

The sound of the piano is loud and sounding, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

However, the giant finger still penetrated the sound of the piano and pressed down towards Yan Qing on the battlefield, and under this finger, Yan Qing's soul flew away in an instant.

In the end, he still couldn't save the last generation of disciples of the Divine Gate.

Yan Qing, one hundred and eight generations of disciples of the Divine Gate.

"Hahahaha......"

At this time, the young man in yellow looked up to the sky and laughed and cried, he didn't expect that he came in person, and he still couldn't save the last generation of disciples, "All dead, all dead, I can't save any of them, hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

A mournful laugh resounded through the entire void.

Legend has it that Long Yi's piano has fifty strings, and each time you play one, the power is doubled, and when you play fifty in unison, everything withers away, and heaven and earth return to chaos......

Joy is sunny and clear, and sadness is dark and dark.

At this time, his fifty strings finally moved.

Everything in heaven and earth is withering, and countless stars are exploding, like fireworks, and finally turning into a piece of turbidity.

Heaven and earth return to chaos!

Under the land of the thousands of battlefields, there are still a pair of white eyes.

"Another doppelganger is dead...... "The white-faced man in sackcloth, who was sleeping under the Daqian battlefield, sighed slightly, and then continued to sleep, "It's just, after getting to that point, is the road really over?"

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine ...... of its use of forty"

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