Xu Nan was slightly stunned, and only after a while did he recognize this uncle.

He had previously attended the tea parties of Romans and was a powerful bard!

Facing the criticism of the elders, Xu Nan couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After all, he was born in a half-hanging, and the level of a bard is really not flattering, and it is inevitable that he will sing a little worse.

However, Xu Nan is still very willing to improve.

He bowed his head respectfully and earnestly asked:

"So, what do you think you can do to infuse your soul?"

The bard named Oconda said:

"Don't you have your own specialized instrument?"

Xu Nan said embarrassedly: "I barely know a little piano, mainly by singing ......"

Oconda was slightly stunned, and said with some surprise:

"Are there still minstrels, who insist on singing? Could it be that you are a poet of the Little Bird School? ”

Xu Nan was a little big, he wanted to explain that he was not a bard at all, let alone a bird......

As a result, the other party has already said to himself:

"If it's a fellow of the Little Bird Sect, it's not incomprehensible, after all, your ancestors are very close to the druids, and a large part of your skills are repeated with the druids, and even the song movement is close to the rough mountain songs, I heard that there are some poets of the Little Bird School, in order to imitate the sound of mountain animals, will learn a few hands of transfiguration, so as to communicate with animals in depth...... By the way, do you know Transfiguration? ”

Xu Nan nodded while trying to break the topic back:

"I do know how to do that kind of transfiguration......"

"How many? How many more will you have? ”

The curiosity in O'Conda's eyes became even stronger: "How do you usually practice?" ”

"I've heard that the best of the techniques mastered by the Little Bird poets is the Brute Bear singing!"

"It's a pity that I haven't had the opportunity to listen...... Yes! I see, the way you sang just now is the bear-style singing, right? At first, I thought it was so ugly, but the more I listened to it, the more I felt that something was wrong, since it was a poet invited by Monsieur Romans to sing the Divine Comedy, it must not be so simple......"

His voice was actually quite loud.

After this wave of explanations, except for a few bigwigs who knew Xu Nan well, the rest of them showed a sudden realization.

"It turned out to be a bear-style singing, no wonder it is so close to nature, although it sounds hard to hear, but it is probably to conform to the artistic conception of "Sending the Divine Comedy"!"

"I said, how could Monsieur Romans invite ordinary people to suppress such a big scene? We can't hear it, it's just that our level of appreciation is not there yet! ”

"Don't look at the low level of people, but very rare bird descendants, we just need to applaud quietly!"

Someone said.

The rest of the people nodded in agreement.

In the next second, on the mountain hill and the lake, the applause was like thunder, and a lake of clear water was shocked.

There is also Xu Nan's embarrassed heart.

Xu Nan stood in the center, facing the admiring eyes of everyone, looking at the "-1" that popped up on their heads from time to time, and his heart was speechless to the extreme.

I'm really just a part-time singer who can't sing well.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense......"

Such a denial was three times in and three out of Xu Nan's throat, and in the end he still couldn't say it-

The bigwigs have already said this, and now that he says no, isn't he slapping them in the face?

He could only smile "modestly" and pretend that nothing had happened.

Mr. Oconda made up a lot of things in his own mind before he suddenly remembered the original topic:

"Since you're not good at musical instruments, let me do it."

"Let me think about what instrument is best suited to give the temperament of the Divine Comedy......"

"Hah! Pregnant! ”

Xu Nan looked over curiously, but saw that Mr. Oconda didn't know where to take out a domineering instrument!

As soon as the instrument appeared, it attracted the attention of everyone in the audience-

In fact, it was because Romang and An Lun had gone to the time ring to fight, and the onlookers could only wait on the spot, which was very boring.

They can't do anything else either.

It's a battle of the gods, you can't take some melon seeds and knock it, and then have a deck of playing cards, right?

That's not good, and it's too disrespectful to Anlun!

So they could only listen to Xu Nan's embarrassing singing.

Oconda jumped out with a roar, probably bored.

"What kind of musical instrument is this......"

"It's a domineering feeling."

"There's a natural sense of coquettishness, but there's a faint sense of kinghood, and it's so strange that these two traits are combined."

Everyone was extremely curious, bowing their heads to exchange opinions.

Oconda triumphantly wiped down his instrument, and he gave it a try.

And when that unique tone sounded between the empty mountains and the lake, everyone felt a tightness in their backs!

That high-pitched and passionate voice is so penetrating!

"It's okay." Oconda gave it a try, a satisfied expression on her face.

He looked at Xu Nan and said with a little surprise:

"Judging by your expression, you seem to recognize this instrument?"

Xu Nan nodded silently.

Of course he knew......

"This is suona!"

Xu Nan said.

"It's indeed ......" Oconda showed a look of amazement and approval: "He is worthy of being a descendant of the Little Bird Sect, and he is really well-informed." ”

"This is what I tricked from an old friend a few years ago!"

"It's a guy with a very strange personality, but he's a good person, and he's a guy who can trust his life."

"He's also a bard, a specialized instrument, that's what suona is!"

When others heard this, they silently raised their evaluation of the descendants of the Little Bird Sect again.

made Xu Nan have another headache and sore teeth.

However, what Oconda said caused Xu Nan to reminisce.

Before joining the Qianmang Society, he had met the old artists of the art troupe, and it was said that they were also people who went deep into the other world to complete tasks and made great contributions to the country and the earth!

Among those old-timers, there is a good player who plays suona.

Is it him who Oconda is talking about?

But that senior doesn't seem to have a legend.

When you return to the Southern Continent, you can inquire.

Retracting his thoughts, Xu Nan began to seriously consider Mr. Oconda's proposal.

If you think about it carefully, it is quite appropriate to inject the soul with suona accompaniment, and then cooperate with the Divine Comedy.

Sending the Divine Comedy to the Divine Comedy, isn't it just a song for the gods?

Just use suona and happily send Anlun away!

Xu Nan made a decision in his heart!

"Come on! Let's try it first. ”

Xu Nan officially launched an invitation to Okanda.

Oconda happily blew the suona.

Xu Nan also cooperated with his playing and sang indulgently!

This time, every voice of his voice was full of emotion!

His mind was full of sad and strange scenes of poor little Anlun lying in a crystal coffin, buried little by little in the green soil......

He wants to inject his feelings!

"Grieve! Be grieved! ”

"Or, let's build a scene of a little Anlun who sells matches......"

Xu Nan sang while thinking nonsense.

Unconsciously.

The blood flowers on the brains of the legendary bigwigs around him have begun to change qualitatively-

“-16”、“-28”、“-69”……

Someone has already started to silently lose soundproofing.

Others secretly withdrew.

As for those who stand still, they are the real bigwigs.

The blood is thick and resistant to beatings.

Twenty minutes later.

"Ouch, why am I out of blood?"

Someone exclaimed, and one stumbled and fell into the lake.

……

In the time ring.

Anron's universe continues to spread, and she constantly tries to intimidate, threaten, bribe, and plead with Romans with words and illusions.

Romans is in a universe full of Anlun, and his expression remains the same.

His whole body seemed to stiffen.

An Lun's heart was a little more settled.

She thinks Romans is stumped by his supreme spell!

How to say that it is also a supreme spell at the level of the quasi-main god, if it weren't for Romang, other legends would have been reduced to An Lun's puppets long ago!

In Anlun's universe, everyone is Anlun, but Anlun himself can only be Anlun!

This is the domineering nature of the Supreme Spell.

Even if it is because of the same supreme, the penetration speed of Anlun's universe into the Romang body is a little slow, but it doesn't matter. As long as the threat is substantial.

All she had to do was get Romana into trouble.

Because, from beginning to end, Anlun was very sober.

All she needs to do is live.

The God Butcher is powerful and has many supports.

But she is not fighting alone.

"Fairlando......"

"I hope you remember your promise."

There was a gleam in her eyes.

This time, it was Ferlandor who gave her permission by default, otherwise she would not be qualified to get the legendary Ice Seat Prophecy.

It's a pity that Stephen Sand's arrangement is even higher.

Ice prophesied that something must be wrong.

Anlun thought a lot.

She has a lot to say to Ferlando, and these words are believed to have an impact on the next strategy of the Celestial Kingdom in the multiverse.

So, she had to go back alive.

I believe that Fairlando understands this too.

So, she just needs not to die.

Fairlando, will definitely come.

Anlun firmly believes.

……

In the time ring, time is meaningless.

Anlun patiently continued to adopt the infiltration strategy, and at the same time used words to bewitch Roman's mind.

But Romans remained like a stone statue, indifferent.

At a certain moment, An Lun's consciousness suddenly seemed to be electrocuted.

Fear, anxiety, panic......

Similar emotions were transmitted to her god.

The next second.

An Lun of the entire universe is screaming-

"What are you doing!?"

"You, you...... How could you...... Waxed! ”

"You're infected, you're infected!"

"Impossible! It's impossible, how can a person who has waxed like this still be able to maintain his sanity......"

The center of the Anlun universe.

Roman, who was as immobile as a mountain, smiled softly.

I don't know when his complexion has been unconsciously transformed.

From a normal flesh-colored pale complexion, to a frighteningly deep waxy yellow!

He stood there, smiling kindly, motionless.

But in An Lun's eyes, this is simply more terrifying than the devil!

Anlun's universe is collapsing rapidly!

She can't be infected!

But Romans seemed reluctant to give her that chance.

"The tricks of the wax world are still somewhat useful."

He smiled lightly, his obviously handsome and gentle face became a little strange for some reason.

He finally moved.

He grabbed Anlun's godhead.

In this ethereal Anlun universe, he found Anlun's true location for the first time.

An Lun went crazy with the Lost God Spell and the Supreme Spell!

But what's scary.

These spells smashed on Roman, losing all their effect.

His sallow skin seemed to be able to absorb all the arcane energy, and no matter what faction An Lun used, it would be absorbed calmly!

In An Lun's desperate gaze.

That waxy hand was just held on the godhead engraved with the laws of the gods!

"No!"

"Please, don't kill me!"

"I can go to the Dark Side Battlefield, I can go to resist the invasion of the Wax Realm, I can really ......"

Syllable!

Romans crushed the godhead with a blank face.

The divine fire dispersed, and he could hear the mourning voices of countless living beings.

The angels are running around in the kingdom of God.

The churches of the Old World have long been crowded with faithful believers.

The spell sorcerers, there was a sharp pain in their hearts.

The orderly magic net also showed a hint of loosening.

Whoa!

Anlun's godhead shattered to the ground, and Romang grabbed the fragments in the palm of his hand.

Her soul collapsed in an instant, turning into countless remnants, and Zhang Huang ran around.

Romans sighed, reaching out to grab those remnants.

Who knew that at this time, a huge hand flashed by, and actually grabbed all the remnants of An Lun's palm of his hand!

Romans frowned rarely.

It was a man who was wearing huge shackles and armor all over his body, and he was carrying three large swords of equal height, and the whole person stood there, even if he didn't do anything, he was still bubbling cold!

"I remember that the monarch of the world of the dead never asked about the affairs of the main material world." The sallow yellow color on Roman's face faded.

Eventually, it returned to normal.

"I owe Ferlandor a favor."

The other party's voice was cold and dull, as if he couldn't speak:

"All the dead are in my possession."

Romans was silent for a moment, then finally nodded with some difficulty.

"Thank you."

The Dead Monarch said, "She has lost her godhead, and even if the remnant spirit is there, she will not be able to pose a threat to you." ”

"To ensure her absolute safety, I will seal her in the [Atrodial Amber]......"

Romang sneered: "I promise you. ”

"I'm going to never do anything to her."

"You don't have to waste a piece of primordial amber!"

The Dead Monarch shook his head slowly:

"Entrusted by men, loyal to people."

With that, a crystal clear amber appeared in one of his large hands.

Little by little, Anron's remnant spirit was absorbed into the amber.

"I don't have to die...... Woowoo woo ......"

"Fairlando, I hate it...... You're trying to save me in this way......"

"Woo woo, my godhead ......"

She looked at Romans with resentment.

The remnant spirit of An Lun, who was about to enter the primordial amber, suddenly cursed sharply:

"You're going to become an eternal wax figure!"

"Definitely!"

Romans ignored her and silently removed the Time Ring.

The next second.

A burst of coquettish and domineering music came.

There is also Xu Nan's hoarse and brutalist singing performance.

In the primordial amber, all the remnant spirits began to dance blood on their heads—

“-169！”

“-223！”

“-328！”

……

[You have completely killed the goddess of magic, Anlun! 】

[Congratulations, you have earned the achievement - God Slayer!] 】

Such words floated in front of Xu Nan's eyes.

But he didn't pay attention at all.

He just wants to sing.

……

(Later today, the main thing is to move, and then to think about how to send away Xiao Anlun happily)