"Zheng ——!"

Just when Yang An stared at the strange painting, his mind seemed to be integrated into the painting, and he was entangled by countless evil spirits, a piano sound suddenly sounded in Yang An's mind.

Like a brilliant sword light, a sword can kill thousands of visions.

At this moment, Yang An was brought into a fairyland-like space.

In the mist, a group of beautiful looking, graceful figures, and dusty girls surrounded a fairy with a charming face and peerless demeanor, who was sitting in front of the guqin, and was the fairy in the painting.

At this moment, she is very beautiful, especially the kind of dusty fairy aura that does not stain the dust and does not eat the fireworks of the world, which makes Yang An stunned, but there is no blasphemy at all.

"Zheng~~~~"

With a caress of the bare hands, the sound of the piano resumes.

The fairy's eyes flowed, her eyes smiled lightly, and she secretly matched the sound of the piano, instantly making Yang An feel that her soul had been hooked.

The melodious and melodious sound of the piano wafts softly, like a breeze, like a drizzle, moisturizing the heart and washing the soul.

The maidens surrounding the fairy dance to the sound of the piano, forming a beautiful picture.

But at this moment, all of Yang An's minds were attracted by the sound of the piano and the fairy's fingers.

Every finger seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Not only the fingering, but also the mysteries of the power in the fairy's body were all engraved in Yang An's mind very clearly, little by little.

One by one, the score of the piano, from shallow to deep, constantly evolves various artistic conceptions.

Joy, anger, sorrow, thought, sadness, fear, surprise, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind.

This is the evolution of the artistic conception of seven emotions and six desires, and the sound of the piano enters the Tao.

The fairy sound is curling, and I don't know the spring and autumn.

Yang An didn't know when he was already sitting cross-legged in front of the piano, surging with all kinds of emotions, joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and surprise with the sound of the piano......

What you see with your eyes, what you hear with your ears, what you smell with your nose, what you taste with your tongue, what you feel with your body......

Flooding in.

Gradually, his hands up.

"Zheng ——!"

The piano really sounded.

Gently at first, soothing at first, gradually, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a light breeze and drizzle, sometimes like a volcanic eruption, sometimes into a thousand miles of ice......

One by one, the piano songs floated out.

The sound of the piano fills the sky, and the heavens and the earth are turbulent.

Endless rhyme, sweeping the world.

When Yang An's last note fell, the guqin in front of him suddenly turned into a streamer and disappeared into the painting.

Then the picture scroll seemed to turn into endless colorful notes, like butterflies, connected into a string, and drilled into Yang An's eyebrows.

The next moment, the "fairyland" in front of Yang An's eyes disappeared. At some point, he was already standing at the end of the palace. The previous scroll disappeared without a trace.

"This is the inheritance of the Immortal Sound Sacred Realm? It's so strong......

Fairy?real ...... Immortal?

Evil Spirits...... Human beings have seven emotions and six desires, and fairy sound is the evolution of seven emotions and six desires......"

Yang An was stunned.

Then the little eyes shone with ecstasy.

It's a legacy that's just for him!

His strongest is the divine soul, which is the spiritual power, but even the materialized spiritual power can play a very little role in the face of a strong-willed enemy. But now it's different, with his divine soul, he can amplify the seven emotions and six desires a hundred times and a thousand times, and even all kinds of illusions in evolution!

How lethal will this be?

"A generation of Emperor Qin was born......!

Yang An didn't waste time, the perception spread unscrupulously, first carefully inspected in the main hall, but unfortunately found no treasures, only a seemingly simple Xi Tuan, Yang An felt a faint flow of Dao rhyme, although it is just an ordinary material, but it can be preserved in this remnant that has gone through many years, it is a mortal thing, I am afraid it is also extraordinary.

Harvest!

Soon Yang An entered the palace.

The dusty tables and chairs in the living room also look very ordinary, but Yang An feels that there is absolutely no ordinary thing here. The pots and pans in the kitchen are all collected and collected.

Then began to enter one room after another, the side rooms are obviously women's residences, but only the side rooms are a hundred times better than Yang An Tianzi No. 1 Annex, a lot of bits and pieces of women's products, even clothes, are intact, and the engraved talismans are obviously much more advanced, whether they are used or not, but they are definitely valuable......

Are the usable artifacts good?

Even if it's a fairy sister maid, it's written by the fairy family.

Collect, collect, collect!

Anyway, there are enough storage bags, such as Qiu Feng, a big fat sheep, one person has more than N storage bags with the largest capacity, and many other people are also a lot of storage bags, after all, they are all masters of the innate realm, and the money in the storage bags is really nothing to them. Especially to enter the space of ancient ruins, it is obvious that many of them are prepared.

It is very appropriate to use the locust transit to describe Yang An.

Finally arrived at the main room.

"Whoa......

As soon as he pushed open the door of the main room, the sound of rattling water came into Yang An's ears, and the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance.

Yang Anxin chuckled and froze in place.

"Can't ......"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

The sound of the water is still there.

Yang An was so nervous that he was suffocating.

This, this, is there still someone in the fairy sister bathing?

I couldn't help but think of the picture of the fairy bathing in the painting, Yang Andong felt a hot nose, what Mahayana realm of the soul, mood, will, are too fake. He is a second-year teenager who eats marrow and knows the taste, which is the real thing.

He is Yang An, who looks better than Pan An, not Lao Liu.

But that's a fairy......

Don't talk about staring at anyone who is pregnant, it's enough to stare at him at death. Not to mention that he is just washing the marrow realm, even if the real Mahayana realm arrives, there seems to be no suspense in the result.

In the Mahayana realm, only when you cross the tribulation and ascend can you be called an immortal.

Immortals have no rank? Of course there is. It's just that it's a level that Yang An can't reach at all, and he is not qualified to think about it.

"Childe, being the first to come in here proves that you have obtained my inheritance. This is my place of enlightenment, and I hope that Gongzi will keep this pure land for me. Outside the palace, countless medicinal herbs have already taken shape, and those are helpful to Gongzi. Just take it. Enter the Tao with the qin, enter the demon with the body, the greed should not be too heavy, the son should remember ......"

"God, fairy sister?"

Yang An shuddered and shouted tremblingly.

He was shocked.

Really shocked......

Big BOSS, is the hidden plot coming?

"Go ahead. ”

A fairy voice responded.

The sound of "bang, bang, bang" continued.

The flirtatious Yang Anxin is itchy and unbearable......

It's not the kind of itch, but he's bold, the perception has spread to the past, it's empty, only the warm spring water, the spring water full of endless aura, as if it is spraying on its own.

The land of enlightenment, a pure land, ancient ruins......

Is it because his perception realm is not enough to be sensed, or is this just a remnant of thoughts left by the fairy before she realized the Tao?