"Chen Nan, you are forcing the old man to kill you, although your artistic conception is difficult, but after all, before entering the realm, the old man is desperately injured, you will definitely die. "The green tendons between the forehead of the fifth knife are bursting violently, and the killing machine is boiling.

Chen Nan waved his hand slightly, and said with a light smile: "The Fifth Elder has misunderstood, he has no grievances with your Fifth Family, how can he make a move?"

The fifth knife looked stunned, then his eyebrows tightened, staring at Chen Nan for a long time before he said slowly: "Who is it?"

"If this person comes, the Fifth Elder will naturally know. Chen Nan sat cross-legged in front of Han Yu, constantly pinching the trick to inject spiritual power, although he couldn't extinguish the fire of the primordial god, he could delay it as much as possible.

The fifth knife's eyes flashed with a sneer.

"Chen Nan, I can't imagine that you, as the master of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, are also alarmist, and you are an infant cultivator in vain, Han Yu, this old man will kill him, what can you do to me?"

"The old man, as an elder of the Inner Sect, forgive you for coming away as a guest and not worrying about you, if you stop the old man again, don't blame the old man for his hot hands. ”

As soon as the fifth sword said this, the infinite sword light shuttled out from the void, and the sound of breaking the sky was endless, heading straight for Han Yu in front of Chen Nan.

Chen Nan sighed slightly, and did not stop pinching, the whip shadow that was hidden somewhere reappeared, its long eyes could not see the end, and it circled like a long snake, instantly coiling into a snake array outside its body, and the superposition of countless rings made this array seamless.

This array seems ordinary, but it contains a powerful rotating force, once the sword is close, it will be driven by this rotating force, far away, and it is impossible to break through the formation.

"You ......"

The fifth knife's face was extremely gloomy, and in his body, there was an extremely violent sharp intent, almost wanting to get out of his body.

This thing is the natal knife that he handed over with his life, and at ordinary times, it was sealed in the dantian by him, and it was warmed by the primordial spirit, and it would only be sacrificed when it encountered a life and death crisis.

Once sacrificed, the bloodthirstiness of this knife cannot be fully controlled even by himself, and it often hurts others and himself at the same time.

The source of the sword realm supernatural powers he used came from this knife.

At this moment, he was already angry, murderous like a prison, this knife was felt by his mind, and he actually intended to leave his body by himself.

Suddenly, a wisp of piano sound came from the depths of the white clouds, fainting on the top of this boundless mountain.

The sound of the piano is imperceptible at first, like a murmuring stream in a distant mountain stream, and like a mist falling on the tips of the hair in the morning, moisturizing things in silence.

The fifth sword's murderous intent, the moment he heard the sound of the qin, turned into invisible, and his eyes showed an unprecedented caution, in the field, except for him, only the ancestors of the four major cultivation realms could see some clues.

"Fifth Elder, can you put an end to the war for the time being?"

In the depths of the white clouds, accompanied by the sound of the piano, there was an ethereal sound.

When the fifth sword heard this, he immediately took a step back, showed a respectful face, and hugged his fists and said: "The holy woman has an order, and she should obey it." ”

If this voice is just ethereal, the most bizarre thing is that this sound does not fluctuate with half a cent of elemental force, but it directly sounds in the hearts of everyone, no matter what kind of magical power, it cannot be blocked, and it is extremely similar to the indisputable meaning of water moistening all things.

The four people on the futon, the moment the voice came, all changed their expressions, and their eyes showed a little solemnity.

Among the four, only Lin Jingzhi's expression returned to normal after a slightly wry smile, and his mood did not fluctuate much, which was naturally related to his cultivation.

It is rumored that the cultivation of the Northern Xuan Holy Maiden is the same as his Mahayana, and at this moment, when he hears the sound, he knows the depth, although the cultivation is the same, but Lin Jingzhi asked himself in the realm, and this Northern Xuan Holy Maiden is still different.

As for the other three, they are all at the peak of Hinayana technology, and in the sound of the piano, it seems to have plucked the heartstrings, causing layers of ripples, even if the three of them suppress it with all their might, it still has little effect.

The gap in the realm is extremely obvious at this moment.

The infant monk felt that his heart was instantly clear, as if he had been washed by an invisible force, washing away the dirt in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh from his heart, and even several people seemed to have an epiphany, and immediately meditated cross-legged and closed their eyes in contemplation.

As for the agility and Yuan Ying in the field, from the sound of the piano, you can only hear the meaning of tranquility and calmness, like still water, but the deep stream under it has turned into a faint one.

Chen Nan's hands stopped, his eyes revealed that Han Yu's inextinguishable primordial flame was gradually extinguished in the sound of the piano, and he couldn't do it anyway with this alone.

If it was said that the fifth sword, Chen Nan still had the strength to fight, but the move of the Northern Xuan Holy Maiden made him feel an unfathomable feeling in his heart.

It's just that this mysterious and unpredictable feeling, although it is extremely deep, it still seems to be inferior compared with one person back then.

"Perhaps, he is the only person who can compete with the Northern Xuanzong. Chen Nan took a long breath, waved his big sleeves, and the whip suddenly disappeared.

The sound of the piano is like water, flowing with a strong vitality and integrating into Han Yu's body, making his injuries greatly improved, slowly waking up from the coma, and after trying to hold his fists in the direction of the sound of the piano, Han Yu sat cross-legged and meditated to recover from his injuries.

On the square, the pale faces of all the people in the Jin Kingdom gradually returned to normal in the sound of the piano.

But no one noticed that at the moment when the sound of the piano sounded, Zhou Yi's originally pale face suddenly had a strange flush, looking at the depths of the white clouds, the direction from which the sound of the piano came.

"There, is it her Cloud Palace......" Zhou Yi's thoughts rippled away with the sound of the piano, returning to a certain moment many years ago.

How could Zhou Yi not be familiar with this sound of the piano, back then, he and her were in the depths of the spring sea, under the moon.

"This piano has an ancient soul, and only by feeling it with the heart of Yunshui can it be awakened......"

"My heart is in this rhyme......" she whispered in his ear, as if through nearly a thousand years, and whispered again.

The gentleness of the piano is the same as in the past, but in it, there is no longer the rhyme of the deceased, Zhou Yi's eyes are as lonely as the moon, and a smile slowly blooms on his face, looking at the scenes in the memory.

Countless eyes, following the source of the sound of the piano, looked up at the depths of the white clouds, this sound of the piano, as if it can touch the softest thoughts in people's hearts, even those with a tyrannical temperament, at this moment the eyes are soft, and ordinary times are like two people.

Water, good for all things without fighting, is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao!

Where is the sound of the piano, it is clearly invisible water, flowing into the hearts of everyone, but it is indisputable.

Water, just flowing quietly and moisturizing, is no longer irresistible.

Water is the artistic conception of Xu Chen, the saint of Beixuan!

It is not rivers, not lakes and seas, not dew and rain, not clouds and mist, not ice and snow, but all water, or rather, water...... All!

Good as water!

The top of the boundless mountain suddenly surged, and the cloud hall that was originally hidden in the depths of the white clouds gradually revealed a corner.

A woman in white with long hair and waist-length hair, covering her face with a light veil, sits in the clouds, caressing the strings!

Although I couldn't see the woman's face clearly, I could still see the tranquility that was not moved by all things from her demeanor, and her whole person was almost integrated with the white clouds, like a fairy in the clouds.

It's just that the woman in white didn't open her eyes to look at the guqin, her fingertips fell as she liked, and not far from her, more than ten cranes slowly circled, listening to the sound of the qin, refusing to leave.

"Beixuan Holy Maiden!"

At this moment, the top of the boundless mountain gathers the world's heroes, all of whom are strong people from all over the world, and they are constantly fighting with each other, especially when they are similar in cultivation, there are few people who are soft.

But at the moment of seeing the woman in white, almost all of them shrank their eyes, and a sense of powerlessness arose in the depths of their hearts at the same time, as if they had turned into a dead leaf in the water, and the ups and downs of life and death were already out of their own hands.

It's a fleeting feeling, but it's so real that it's hard to forget.

Only the fifth sword and the four people on the futon were not affected too much, and their expressions were still as usual.

"Fellow Daoists, today, it is my Northern Xuanzong ......"

After the aftermath of Qin Yun faded away, Fifth Dao's gaze inadvertently swept over Han Yu and said in a deep voice.

These words were prompted by a heavy Yuan force, and they spread throughout the entire Boundless Mountain in an instant, but before he could finish speaking, a wisp of piano sound came again, interrupting the words of the fifth sword, which immediately made him frown.

The fifth sword couldn't help but glance up, but what he saw was the eyes of the woman in white who had not opened due to the gathering of thousands of sects, but they opened at this moment and looked at the end of the distant sky.

In the eyes of the woman in white, who were always as quiet as a mirror, there was an indescribable fluctuation, just like an undercurrent in the depths of the water, which was the heart of still water that no one could understand.

After a moment's pause, everyone suddenly came back to their senses, and the sound of this piano was not from the hand of the Beixuan Holy Maiden.

With the sound of the piano, the feeling of the woman in white giving people a sense of water entering the heart, but at this moment this wisp is completely different, in a trance, as if in the mountains, looking far away, but never able to see through the fog behind the mountains.

But the next moment, I seemed to have the illusion that I was not the one who watched the mountain, but the mountain that watched the people.

People can't see through the mountains, and the mountains can't see through people!

Perhaps, what you really can't see through is not people, not mountains, but yourself!

As the old saying goes, I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain, the mountain is like this, and so are the people!

If one day, people understand the mountain, and the mountain understands the person, this is a fairy!

"Is that you?"

The fingertips of the woman in white stopped on the strings, but her gaze was lowered, falling on her fingertips, and she didn't dare to look into the distance.

In her heart, there was a hidden intuition that made her heartbeat no longer calm.

In Chen Nan's indifferent gaze, a glint flashed out, "This piano sound, it is ......"

Han Yu, who was healing from his knees, also opened his eyes at this moment, and there was a smile in his cold gaze, he didn't say anything, just looked at the sky.

Many people, like Han Yu, looked up at the sky, and the sound of the piano made a vague figure in their hearts gradually become clear.

They didn't know the name of the figure, but in the corner of their memory, a voice reminded them that they had seen the owner of the piano somewhere.