The sound of the piano and the song were originally the softness of the fingers of the world, but at this time they became the mad knife of killing, like the wind, like thunder, like a landslide, like the earth cracked, and the heavens and the earth seemed to collapse at this moment, turning into nothingness. All the faces were frightened, should they continue like this? Everyone kept asking themselves in the depths of their hearts.

The Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda rotated quietly, and there was a painful groan from inside, the sound of the demon king's qin and the song of the moon god were like heavy drums, and the chaotic sound in their minds was like a boiling pot, which shook people's minds in a trance. Shi Shang and others also felt wonderful when they first entered the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda, because there were bursts of Sanskrit singing in the tower, like countless Buddhas chanting scriptures and singing Buddhas, the Diamond Sutra turned into the sound of the torrent, and the golden points of light that came out of the recitation were diffused around everyone. But later, the sound of the demon king's qin and the song of the moon god poured down like a heavenly river, and the surging momentum was no longer stoppable, but the sound of chanting became slower and slower, and the sound of the qin and the song were like swords that finally passed through the golden bell jar and entered everyone's ears.

Yang Chen also felt a huge pressure, and the barrier formed by the condensation of vitality was invaded like a devastating body in front of the two voices, piercing into the eardrum like a needle prick, and turning into the sound of a landslide and tsunami, and the pain in his mind was severe. When he was helpless, he suddenly saw the streamer sword in his hand, it was originally a flute body, maybe it could make a sound and come in handy. Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, Yang Chen only knew a little bit about it, but the silver flute was horizontal to his mouth, but he couldn't think of a tune that he could play, and he puffed up his cheeks and blew out a difficult sound quite reluctantly. The sound of the flute came out from afar, jerky and unpleasant, and it was not a tune at all, just like a child's beginner and the joy of herding cattle in the wilderness. However, Yang Chen found that the vibration in his mind was no longer so violent after he played the flute, and he still had an effect, so he blew harder under secret joy.

The Moon God and the Demon King were already inseparable, and if they were not careful, one side would be spilled blood on the spot, but when they were stirred by Yang Chen's flute, they suddenly felt that they had lost the hearty feeling of showing what they had learned in their lives, just like eating rice and eating stones from time to time, and the mood was really depressed. The demon king was annoyed that Yang Chen's flute was noisy, and wanted to get rid of it first and then quickly, and secretly deliberately tilted over some sound power, Yang Chenden felt a tsunami-like sound coming, and his heart was surging, and he couldn't help himself. I had to work harder to blow the silver flute, but the harder I tried, the more difficult the flute sounded, the sound was sharp but not continuous, and there were many intermittent intermissions, and the sound of the piano was like a stream of water that stabbed in during the interval, and the pain in my mind became more and more unstoppable.

Suddenly, Cen Ying's voice came from the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda, "Holy Lord, [Purple Bat Sound]...... Or may ...... Block. Cen Ying said that she was weak and intermittent, and she was also suffering from the pain of the piano sound and singing. Yang Chen was overjoyed, this [Purple Bat Sound]** was originally known for sound waves, if Cen Ying didn't mention herself, she would have forgotten it, if it was said that it was a complete song played with a flute, it would be more difficult than ascending to the sky, but if it was said that it was a performance of [Purple Bat Sound]** Yang Chen was able to catch it. The vitality in his body surged, Yang Chen's cheeks were full, the Adam's apple trembled indescribably, and the chaotic flute suddenly disappeared, as if sinking into the starry sky, only the sound of the piano was stirring, and the song was melodious. At this moment, the sound of the piano and the singing suddenly paused, as if something had pulled away and sealed the mouth.

The demon king and the moon god were secretly frightened, and the huge impact that suddenly came just now interrupted their own rhythm, and almost made their hearts and blood surging to vomit blood. The power of this sonic wave came silently and could not be prevented, but it was an extremely powerful means of hurting people. Peeked at each other, and saw that each other's expressions were surprised, but they didn't look like they had succeeded in a sneak attack. Looking at Yang Chen again, I saw that he was still playing the flute with his cheeks puffed out, but there was no sound coming from the flute. "Could it be him?" the two of them shook in their hearts, but turned their heads hesitantly.

The sound of the demon king's piano and the song of the moon god lingered in everyone's ears, the unstoppable unforgettable, the unstoppable bloodthirsty piercing the brain, and the remaining people who had cultivated high had already bled under the impact of long-term sound power, howling hideously, roaring with blood, bloody and miserable, blood surging, but their hearts were so cold. The people of the Divine Dragon Gate hiding in the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda were actually different, after Yang Chen cast the Purple Bat Sound, the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda also seemed to resonate, and there was an untouchable force stirring inside, and the sound of the qin and the song became much smaller.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng" After a few chaotic sounds, I suddenly saw the Yaoqin placed in front of the demon king levitating, and instantly transformed into the size of ten zhang, and the figure of the demon king also became larger, like a skyscraper fairy, whisking the piano in the air. The sound of the piano suddenly changed, high and frustrated, like a million iron armor, the neighing of fierce horses, the rolling of smoke and dust, and the blood-colored sunset, the dusk of the lonely city. It is like the wild waves of the sea, rolling and swinging, if there is thunder in nine days, landslides and tsunamis. The air surged, and suddenly became sharp, like a thousand swords raining down. At this time, the forces of the moon god were suddenly chaotic, like a wild bull rushing into the crowd, retreating one after another, and a large area was knocked away. Countless blood holes appeared on their bodies, as if they had been pierced by a sharp sword, as if they had been slashed by steel knives, and a large curtain of blood appeared when they landed.

The moon god snorted, stood up from the chariot with a rubb, raised his chest and raised his head, and made a distant call, and the clear singing voice sounded again, but the rhythm was much faster, like a winding and undulating stream, abrupt change, making people's hearts fluctuate. As if the wind direction changed suddenly, the demon mountain forces fell wildly, and countless bodies fell miserably.

It was like a river between the demon king and the moon god, the air in the middle was stirring and coming, and the weak cultivators fell and died one by one in the air turmoil. And at this moment, the demon king and the moon god felt a sudden concussion, their chests were suffocated, and they suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood indescribably, and they suddenly found that it seemed that their own power hit them back. The sound of the piano and the singing suddenly stopped, and there was an instant silence. There was no longer a sound to cover it, but the screams suddenly became louder, and the cultivators wailed.

"You, you are really ......" "He, is he ......" The demon king and the moon god turned to Yang Chen in unison, both of them looked at Yang Chen in shock, it turned out that Yang Chen, who was just a casual cultivator in their eyes, suddenly became so terrifying at this time. The demon king put his hand on the piano but did not dare to flick it, and the moon god had a beautiful song circulating in his head, but he did not pronounce it. Yang Chen felt a deathly silence, like a cold coffin.

"Die!" a word popped out of the demon king's mouth, crisp and sharp like jade shattering. The moon god suddenly smiled, she didn't speak, she looked at Yang Chen lightly, but there was a hazy feeling in her eyes.

"Click!" a thunderclap sounded from the sky, sending out a glorious light in the center of the nebula. The brilliance of the sky slowly converged, turning into a pillar of light the size of a hundred zhang, leading straight to the sky, which was the Luna star.

"Huh" The moon god suddenly disappeared, but Yang Chen still remembered her panicked look when she saw the pillar of light. The Nine Dragons chariot also disappeared after that, as if it had disappeared into the void. The five sons of Yuehua glanced at the Demon King and Yang Chen, glanced at each other and flew towards the Moon God Body. The Demon King opened his mouth, then smiled, turned around and walked towards the Luna Star Body, as if he had forgotten the killing intent towards Yang Chen before, maybe the surprise over there was important. The six protectors of the Demon Mountain, the three true monarchs of the moon god, and those dragon riders all went towards the moon god star body one after another, and they didn't seem to see the bloody killing before. The demons and cultivators who left the remnants of the demon mountain and the moon god's power stared at each other, not knowing whether to do it or to wait and see. All the qiē became chaotic, chaotic hearts, but there was no surging blood and frenzy.

Yang Chen thought to himself, the earth-shattering changes in the Moon God Star Body were not the appearance of the Divine Dragon Star Yuan as they said? Thinking of this, he was suddenly startled, and immediately received the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda and was about to fly towards the Moon God Star Body, and suddenly saw nearly a hundred remaining figures in the Moon God Force, which was where the Jiuding Gate was located. Yang Chen's heart suddenly sank again, these people who stayed under the hands of the moon god might one day die under the battle of stepping on the corpse bones like today, and immediately turned around and flew towards that side.

The Moon God forces were already breathing in the wind at this time, and when they saw Yang Chen flying over, they all felt a great panic in their hearts, and some of them immediately flew away into the distance. In this way, the crowd of people immediately opened an open space of more than ten zhang, and the cultivators of the Jiuding Gate were still there, because they saw Yang Chen and were not frightened.

Yang Chen's eyes searched for that figure, and he had not seen it for several years, but suddenly he was a little urgent. But when he swept through the crowd, he did not see it. "Sikong Yue, where are you?" Yang Chen shouted on the ground, but no one responded for a long time. The standing crowd suddenly separated, revealing a tall figure, which was Sikong Mingyue, the head of the Jiuding Sect. His smile is still so gentle that it makes people feel comfortable. "You, you're good. Yue'er, Yue'er, I ......" Sikong Mingyue's face turned pale suddenly, and when he spoke, it was like a mountain toppling, he would never get up again, and the sound of the demon king qin and the song of the moon god ruined his vitality, just to protect his daughter who was healing - Sikong Yue. A delicate figure appeared behind Sikong Mingyue, she sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, the red color on her face had disappeared, and she regained the girl's jade and white appearance. As if sensing Yang Chen's arrival, she slowly opened her eyes, not only because she suddenly couldn't open her eyes but also because she was a little dizzy when she saw Yang Chen, her body trembled and then stabilized her figure, "You, are you back?" The soft voice sounded in Yang Chen's ears, but it was like honey sweet to his heart, but he faintly felt a little bitter, he saw Sikong Mingyue who was lifted by Chang Xuedao and Yin Xiangfeng.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" a bitter, sad cry echoed through the void.