The general from the Songshan Military Mansion propped up his seriously injured body, stumbled in front of Chen Changsheng and Squeak, blocked the aftermath of the coming breath, and then slammed into the courtyard wall and fell to the rubble on the ground. Anwar didn't care about the young formation master on the stretcher, crawled behind Chen Changsheng and Squeak, reached out and grabbed their collars, and used all his strength to drag them back desperately, trying to get as far away as possible from the terrifying figure on the wooden bridge.

Countless ice beads shattered into flocculents, fluttering in the courtyard, like catkins, as if they had really arrived in the south, but there was an endless chill in between, and the terrifying figure of Lord Siren walked over from the bridge, and the sky was full of ice flocculents floating away, how dare you touch it.

Looking at Chen Changsheng who fell on the shore of the lake, the siren's expression was still indifferent, but there seemed to be a ghost fire burning in the depths of his dark green pupils. He is a big man of the demon race, and he doesn't know how many major events he has experienced in his life, but even he can't help but be a little nervous and extremely excited when he thinks that the pope of the human race will die in his hands in the next moment.

The mist that shrouded the lake garden had been replaced by a monstrous demonic aura, as if he felt his mind rippling at this time, and it also shook up, turning into a cold wind.

If you look closely, you may be able to find that most of the cold wind comes from the broken monument-like weapon in his hand.

Anwar's pale face was full of absolute expression, and he looked down at the invincible and terrifying enemy, and continued to drag Chen Changsheng and Squeak behind the courtyard wall.

Suddenly, she found that Chen Changsheng's body had become much heavier, and she could no longer drag it. Then, a clean, warm, steady hand gently patted her arm twice. At the same time, a very clean, very warm, very stable voice sounded.

"I'm okay. ”

The person who spoke was Chen Changsheng.

He got up and looked at the bridge, his hand already gripping the scabbard.

The name of the sword is unblemished, and the sheath is called Zangfeng, which hides countless world-famous swords, and also hides his truly most powerful means.

The moment he reached out to grasp the scabbard, a string of stone beads appeared on his wrist.

This string of stone beads looks unpretentious, and can even be said to be a little crude, and there are no breath fluctuations.

But as soon as the squeaky eyes fell on it, I felt my heart beat uncontrollably faster.

She is the most advanced life in the world, even if she can't see through the true nature of these stone beads, but at such a close distance, she will still be naturally sensitive to these stone beads.

What are these stone beads that shocked her?

Anwar's realm was not enough to feel the special nature of these stone beads, but she devoted herself to the Tao, and her Dao heart was extremely clear, but it made her feel another breath earlier.

The aura also came from the stone beads, but it was not the stone beads themselves, but hidden in another world very far away behind one of the stone beads.

Countless primitive, wild, savage, and even bloody breaths seemed to be coming from there.

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The string of stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist was given to Luoluo, and half was given to Xu Yourong, and now there are only a few left, strung together by a red rope, but they do not look sparse, because these stone beads are the heavenly book tablets he got from Zhou Yuan, and they have indescribable subtleties.

The wild and bloody aura that Anwar sensed also came from Zhou Yuan.

Although to this day, he still hasn't been able to fully comprehend the secrets of these Heavenly Book Tablets, and those companions in Zhou Yuan may not be able to change the world, but this is still his most powerful means now, of course, there is a letter he has never opened.

With these few means, he believed that he could at least hold out for a while, if not if he could not defeat the siren.

But what if all these means are used and the current situation of the war cannot be changed?

Before tonight, he hadn't thought about this question, he had the experience of fighting the siren, and on the premise of preparing in advance, he thought that with these means, he would be enough to defeat the other party, but he didn't expect that the siren would be more powerful and terrifying than last year.

His gaze fell on the broken tablet in the siren's hand.

The change is because of this thing, otherwise Squeak should have been able to last longer just now, enough for him to kill all those demon powerhouses in the Snow Valley.

This broken monument should not be a weapon commonly used by sirens, at least last year on the snowfield, he did not see it.

"No matter how much you have to do it, you will definitely die at my hands tonight. ”

The siren stood on the bridge, looked at him with an indifferent expression and said, "The fetish is in hand, who can resist it?"

Is this the broken monument he is talking about?

The previous broken monument smashed a crack in the green leaves in Squeak's hand, although it was very subtle, it still made her and Chen Changsheng feel an unprecedented shock.

Because Aoba is the world.

A weapon that can fight against a world, or even faintly break the true and objective nature of this world, what can it be if it is not a divine object?

Chen Changsheng naturally remembered a certain scene on the night of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Uncle Pope's green leaves floated through the night and came to the body of the Holy Queen of the Heavenly Sea.

The Heavenly Sea Holy Empress reached out and took something from the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, and smashed it so unreasonably.

Although the power of the two battles that night and tonight are very different, they are really similar.

The more he thought about it, the more Chen Changsheng felt that the broken monument in the siren's hand became more familiar, and even gave birth to a certain kind of cordial feeling.

Could it be that this is really the heavenly book tablet that has been left outside?

This seems to be the only conclusion, but Chen Changsheng still has something he can't understand.

If the Flute was really holding the Heavenly Book Tablet that had disappeared for many years, with his terrifying realm, as long as he shot with all his might, he and Squeak were afraid that they would not have any ability to resist at all, and they would not even have the opportunity to hold the scabbard now and be ready to use all the last means.

Why didn't the siren do this? At this time, he was still talking on the bridge, was he afraid of the treasure of leaving the palace, or was he waiting for some change?

That's when the change really happened.

The ice floating in the courtyard suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Because a very clear piano sound occupies all positions between heaven and earth.

For the demons, the opportunity to kill the Human Pope is definitely not to be missed, even if it costs countless lives for it.

At this time, the siren is still more than ten zhang away from this historic event that will shake the world, and it can be completed in between breaths.

It stands to reason that even if the White Emperor or Shang Xingzhou came in person, they would not be able to stop him, even if he might be killed later.

However, as the crisp sound of the piano sounded, the siren stopped.

The sound of the piano is extremely clear and cold, with a piercing chill, I don't know if it represents the mood of the piano player at this time.

The sound of the piano fell, and the bridge deck was covered with a shallow layer of frost, and if you think about it at this time, it must be a little slippery and difficult to walk.

The surface of the flute's body is also covered with a layer of frost, as if it has become an ice sculpture.

He turned slowly, with great difficulty.

He looked at the beginning of the piano sound, and the depths of his green pupils welled up with incomparably complex emotions.

It was a shock, a shock, a fear.