The bad qin continued, Lin Luotian waved his right hand, and the ground rose a little, and then a stone bench and a stone table were formed. Lin Luotian put the qin on the stone table, then sat down, took a deep breath, the blue and black light on his right hand flashed, and the nameless sword manifested.

"Old man Lin Haitao, is the war spirit of the immortal realm, although he has fallen into the cultivation realm, there is still supreme immortal power left, who dares to ...... with me" Lin Haitao didn't finish speaking, Lin Luotian's right hand blood refining technique flashed, forcibly made Lin Haitao shut his mouth, and then put the nameless sword on his legs.

As soon as he came into contact with the Nameless Sword, the sadness like the tide was surging, and this time the sadness was more violent and swift than the previous ones, as if a sudden storm was pouring down, and Lin Luotian had already burst into tears.

"What is he doing?

"After all, he is only a martial artist, it is impossible to comprehend the artistic conception, if he can really even comprehend the artistic conception, then it is really against the sky!"

"Maybe that, in case, I mean, if he can really perceive the artistic conception, what do you say? Along the way, he has created too many miracles, and even if he realizes the artistic conception, it is not so unusual. And since he dares to be the first to play, then he is 100% sure, it can be said that if he doesn't feel the artistic conception, it is really a little strange. ”

"You still haven't got to the point, the artistic conception is only secondary, this time it's more than the perception...... Artistic conception is just a manifestation of perception. Even if he is a martial artist, if he realizes it, even if he does not comprehend the artistic conception, he can convey his spirits...... I think he wanted that piano as a medium to convey the spirit. A Shenxuan monk said that he was a Shenxuan monk after all, so his perception of the artistic conception must be deeper than that of most Shenxuan monks, so he also saw some clues.

The fire turned red into the sky, and the blood stained the earth......

Lin Luotian slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a quiet small village, but on this day, a group of robbers broke into here. The robbers killed the men when they saw them, robbed them when they saw them, moved them when they saw anything valuable, smashed everything they couldn't move, and then burned the whole village to the ground.

He took a fancy to her, and then snatched her back, as the lady of the village, he was a terrifying black wind demon nearby.

A tear slipped down the strings, which vibrated and made a soft sound. And as soon as this soft sound came out, it suddenly echoed as if in an empty valley. The echo spread over and over again, washed over and over again, and could not be dissipated for a long time. And as soon as this voice reached everyone's ears, whether they listened attentively or not, they all heard one word, that is, sadness!

"Convey God with sound, Xiao Dao'er, it's just with the help of the Taoist instrument, otherwise you can't make such a sound at all!" Wang Chengfeng expressed dissatisfaction, many people also think the same, this kind of artistic conception is too ordinary, almost everyone can do it, and there is nothing noteworthy, that's it.

At this moment, strings of tears fell on the strings, and each string of tears would play a few notes, and a series of them would form a tune. Lin Luotian can't play the piano, so he didn't play the piano either, but just let the falling tears play out, and play a piece of music called 'sadness'!

Three years later, Mo Xi gave birth to a child, which was between her and the Black Wind Old Demon. But on this day, he came, and with the strength of one man, with a sword as black as ink, he swept the place. Even though the Black Wind Old Demon is famous, he is still invincible to his sword, and the entire robber's den has been wiped out.

The Black Wind Old Demon is dead, but she has long known that maybe in the past three years, her heart has been here, and this is where she belongs. She gave him the daughter she gave birth to, she didn't say anything, just left her daughter's name, and what her surname is, it doesn't matter anymore, she can be surnamed Mo, Lin, or Zhou.

But he didn't die, he came back thirteen years later, and then bloodied his village, it's just a pity that he wasn't there. But when he killed a little girl, he regretted it, and the sorrow of the sea swelled and merged with the blood all over the ground. He looked at her, at her cold body, then picked her up and plunged her into the darkness.

The light flickered, and the five-colored fish swam one by one, witnessing the most cruel curse of this era.

The pictures that emerge in front of everyone's eyes, perhaps in their minds, are no longer distinguishable, because they are too real. There are many female nuns who have unknowingly left tears in their eyes, including some male nuns, who have been moved by these images and wept.

"Convey God with sound, remember like a dream, after all, it is still Xiao Daoer! Why should you take the first place!" Wang Chengfeng muttered, but his eyes were already red, and he was a little moist, but he still refused to admit it in his heart.

A tear slid down, and suddenly, the Dead Sea began to boil over thousands of miles. Because the third layer is in the deep waters of the Dead Sea, you can clearly see the roaring and tumbling waves outside. Even in this deep sea area, it is still turbulent, as if the entire Dead Sea has rolled over!

Tears slid down and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Tears are tears of love, tears of remorse, so they are bitter.

Tears are beautiful tears, tears of resentment, so they are black.

Tears are tears of forgetting, tears of curse, so they are not extinguished.

The entire waters of the Dead Sea tumbled, then roared and surged, forming a face that covered the entire Dead Sea. The face roared, slammed down, shattered and turned into a sad scene. It was a woman, a sad woman who was weeping, and she was sitting on a rock, and tears were falling. Billions of years have passed, and tears have evolved over the years, turning into this Dead Sea, the silent Dead Sea, just as she has cut off her heart.

"With the meaning of God, with the intention of calling for affection, with the affection of the qin, with the piano to convey sorrow...... It's still a trail after all...... It's still a little ......" Wang Chengfeng wanted to say something, but as soon as the words came out, it became a comment praising Lin Luotian, because sadness hit his heart like a tidal wave, and tears flowed irrepressibly.

"Vicissitudes of life, who says my sad ......" Lin Luotian sighed softly, his fingers fell on the strings for the first time, and he gently plucked a string.

Sadness, exploding in time and space!

"It is easy to have days to look at the eyes, and the love is not strong in Wushan. Ling Yun is arrogant, and Huang Liang is happy in a dream. ”

"You said that you will never leave me for a long time, why do you leave me alone for 10,000 years!"

"If the sky is affectionate, the sky is old, if you are ruthless, then what is the use of affection......! This slash, slash love!"

"A cut of love, from now on I am me, I will leave a cursed body, the men in heaven and earth are not endless, then this curse is incomprehensible, even if the vicissitudes of life, time and space changes, but also kill all the negative people in the world!"

Boom Boom!

The waters of the Dead Sea were rolling, and the silent roar was her wordless sorrow, like the tide of the sea, flowing backwards into a river.

With a move of his right hand, Lin Luotian took back the nameless sword, if it continued like this, then maybe the entire Dead Sea City would be destroyed by the residual power of Wu Le. After all, in Lin Luotian's opinion, no matter how strong Emperor Yu is, he is not Wu Le's opponent after all, and he is still weaker in terms of strength, even if she is a strong person in the Holy Realm.

As soon as the nameless sword was withdrawn, the sadness immediately stopped, but everyone's hearts were immersed in great sadness, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

After a long time, Ling Su opened her eyes, her eyes were calm, but now looking at Lin Luotian's eyes, they were full of an indescribable complexity...... But in Lin Luotian's view, there was not sadness in his eyes, but vigilance, hostility.

"With the meaning of God, with the intention of calling for affection, with the affection of the qin, with the harp to convey sorrow, with the sorrow of God, with the God ...... Drive the general trend of heaven and earth!" Fu Yuhe sobered up for the second time, and his eyes showed admiration that he had never felt before, "If you are a cultivator, even if you are not a god, then at this moment, you will also become a god in one step." And this kind of divine sorrow, although it is not a powerful artistic conception, but the depth of this understanding, this kind of sadness that drives everyone's emotions and the entire Dead Sea, is no longer something that the monks can understand...... If you cultivate the truth and transform into a god in one step, then you will transcend the transformation of the god, and you will be a divine consummation!"

One after another, some people came out of their grief, but the tears in the corners of their eyes were still there.

"What was that just now? This Dead Sea was actually transformed by a tear of that woman, what kind of cultivation is that woman, and she actually has such divine power...... Is it an ancient monk, or an earlier ancient monk!" Wang Chengfeng also came to his senses, although he was also immersed in sadness, but he didn't dare to admit it, so he had to change the topic.

No one spoke, because everyone still couldn't forget the wordless sorrow.

Sadness is silent, but it can be expressive!

Lin Luotian looked around, hugged his fists and bowed: "My competition is over, so can I get the first place?" If not, then fellow Daoists, please, I also want to see what the artistic conception is. ”

But after Lin Luotian finished speaking, no one answered, because everyone knew it. This kind of sad artistic conception can drive everyone's artistic conception, and it can actually lead to the entire Dead Sea water, which is by no means something that ordinary god-transforming monks can understand, and I'm afraid that even Shenxuan monks are not so easy to do...... It's not interesting to go up to the competition.

Fu Yuhe restrained his mood at the moment, and then said: "Since no one dares to come, then we will be the first." As the right to first place, I will rank you separately based on your performance in the previous two games...... No opinion. ”

Others don't have much of an opinion yet, after all, it's a right to be the first place. It's just that Zhongli Huangqi snorted dissatisfiedly, in the past few sessions, he was the first, and only he divided the rankings for other forces, but he didn't expect to lose this time...... But if you lose, you lose, and there is nothing, he can still afford to lose!

"Since you have no opinion, then after the ranking comes out, all the benefits of entering the underwater world this time will also be divided according to the ranking...... Then, after three hours, we will enter the fourth layer and head to the underwater world!"

The ranking is not so important anymore, everyone began to close their eyes and meditate, they have also heard of the underwater world, there are two major forces in it, the spirit demon and the barbarian, especially the barbarian, which is completely a symbol of ferociousness and barbarism!

Everyone was meditating, and Ling Su walked to Lin Luotian's side.

"You...... Who is it?"

Lin Luotian looked at Ling Su strangely, since just now, Ling Su had been looking at him with strange eyes.

"I don't want you to be him, I want you to be you, I really don't want to see us turn into enemies. Ling Su said lightly, and then walked into the distance, leaning against a tree with a crooked neck, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Luotian's eyes flashed, looking at Ling Su, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

(Only this chapter will be updated today, to be continued...... ）