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Text Chapter 1274 A Proverb of a Thousand Words

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    The magic sound roared, lingering in the ears, constantly invading Ye Futian's spiritual will.

    A terrifying demonic energy gradually flowed through his body, as if his whole body was about to be controlled by this demonic will.

    His handsome face was filled with dark magic currents, and around his pupils, there was a faint dark light, as if he was about to be demonized.

    The robe flutters with the wind, the dark peach blossoms fall down, and the white hair remains.

    At this time, that handsome face looked like a demon, exuding a sense of bewitching beauty, as if he was no longer him.

    On the sacred mountain, countless eyes fell on Ye Futian, and a wave of waves flashed in the eyes of many people.

    "Do you feel the meaning of the magic piano personally? Isn't he afraid of being swallowed by the will of the devil." Duan Wuji of the East Palace whispered when he saw Ye Futian's changes.

    He smiled, no wonder it was Ye Futian who got the inheritance of Kuahuang in the Kuahuang ruins.

    Dare to do what others dare not do.

    This approach is extremely bold.

    The magic harp contains the terrifying will power of the magic way, which will directly erode or even attack the will of others. How can a powerful holy figure let his will be affected and controlled? The first reaction to the magic zither is naturally to resist and weaken the magic way  The influence of the will on oneself, even suppresses the will of the magic way, thus controlling the magic piano.

    This is also the most normal way. Even if someone thinks of perception, they will involuntarily reject that idea.

    After all, the consequences of doing that are uncontrollable.

    What if, being eroded by the will of the devil and suffering irreparable trauma?

    Or, is it affected by the backlash of the will of the devil?

    This kind of contradictory approach is in itself anti-human and extremely risky.

    But Ye Futian did so.

    Although everyone would not do this themselves, when they saw Ye Futian put it into action, they felt faintly that he might be right, but could he bear the will of the Demon Emperor?

    "It's very interesting." Xie Qingshan also said, although Ye Futian did not directly suppress the will of the Demonic Dao and pluck the strings like them, but his behavior was more thoughtful and required courage.

    It's no wonder that Ye Futian has become the most dazzling young figure in the Chilong world recently.

    Everyone understands that if Ye Futian is like them, it is impossible to succeed, and Ye Futian also understands.

    So, he did it.

    However, the reason why he dared to do this was because of his imperial will. Even if some accidents did happen, he was sure that he would be able to escape from the will of the devil, and would not be controlled by the will of the devil.

    In the vast sacred mountain, in the central area of ??the Peach Blossom Feast, there are streaks of magic flowing on Ye Futian's body, as if he is about to turn into a demon.

    The magic light there is getting stronger and stronger, and Ye Futian only feels that he is going to be controlled by the will of the devil. In the world of the devil, he seems to hear ancient notes, as if it came from a very far away place, or as if it was near.  within easy reach.

    The beating note seemed to want to completely control his will, Ye Futian maintained a wisp of consciousness, and the more and more terrifying magic power rolled.

    Ye Futian seemed to be turning into a demon, a ray of clarity flashed in his dark magic pupils, he raised his hand close to the magic piano, his fingers slightly bent.

    At this moment, a terrible depressive atmosphere appeared between the heaven and the earth.

    "Be careful." A figure came from above the sacred mountain in the distance, and everyone seemed to realize something, and gathered their strength to resist.

    Afterwards, Ye Futian dropped his fingers and slid across the magic piano.

    The moment the magic sound sounded, an invisible radiance of the magic way swept out, like a halo of magic way of destruction blooming towards eight sides.

    "Boom"

    All the powerhouses instantly released a monstrous aura, the magic power swept past, the strong wind blew up the world, the peach forest withered in an instant, and turned into a world of demons, which was pitch black.

    Many people stepped back continuously, and the roaring sound came out, and they released their willpower to resist.

    Fortunately, it stopped for a moment, and everyone turned their heads to look at Ye Futian and the others.

    I saw that his fingers had been removed from the magic piano, his body took a few steps back, and the magic power on his body gradually faded, as if nothing had happened.

    But the magic sound just now was completely different from the simple notes that jumped when everyone plucked the strings.

    That is the real magic sound piano music.

    Apparently, he did.

    Although it was only for a moment, he played the magic piano.

    Moreover, he retreated completely.

    Everyone's eyesHis sword intent was like a dreadful towering sword formation, and like a great river of swords falling down, rushing towards his will.

    "not good."

    Ye Futian suddenly became alert, and the next moment, the thousand-character swordsmanship motto fell down, directly attacking his spiritual will power that invaded the stone tablet, and directly crushing it.

    Even, as if directly breaking the stone tablet, it rushed into his mind.

    Ye Futian closed his eyes for a moment, trying to break free, but the artistic conception still seemed to be reverberating in his mind, he retreated suddenly, groaned, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

    Everyone around him turned pale with shock, Xia Qingyuan and others flickered, came to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

    Not only them, many people in front of the stele looked towards Ye Futian, showing a strange look.

    People on the holy mountain were a little puzzled. Although many people were shocked for a moment, there was no second person who reacted as strongly as Ye Futian.

    He seemed to have been hit hard.

    Such a situation seems to be somewhat inconsistent with his previous performance.

    It shouldn't be so fragile.

    They didn't know that the reason why Ye Futian reacted so strongly was because the artistic conception he perceived was stronger than others.

    This was his advantage, but it almost hit him hard.
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