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Text Chapter 314: Play the Seven Strings and Break the Enemy¡¯s Soul

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    Before Yu He could answer, Junior Sister Xiao Ning had already floated out.  She sat cross-legged in the air, placed the Yao Qin in front of her knees, raised a pair of qianqian catkins, and her ten fingers rotated like the wind. As soon as she took action, she directly handed Guangyun everyone's unique secret piano score "Eternal Ancient Ballads"  Played out.  This wonderful piece of "Eternal Ancient Ballads" was deduced from half a volume of ancient fragments after a hundred years of hard work by Guangyun people. Although it is incomplete, the soul-stirring power in it is already inexplicable.  Resistible.  And Yu He was even more blessed. When the mysterious hexagonal sutra platform first entered the ancestral orifice of Lingtai, he had listened to the complete "Eternal Ballad" in a daze, and he never forgot it.  In the past years at the Hengding Garden in the South China Sea, in order to repay Guangyun's kindness, Yu He copied the entire song so that Guangyun could complete this ancient qin score and fulfill his lifelong wish.  Ning Qingling, as the heir to the Guangyun family, naturally had to teach the two great musical numbers "Jiuxiao Diao" and "Eternal Ancient Ballads".  Over the past few decades, she and Yu He have been getting along day and night. When they have nothing to do, they will play the Yao Qin, Dong Xiao and Xiao in order to improve their mind.  After each performance of "Eternal Ancient Ballads", Junior Sister Xiao Ning will feel that she has gained more insights into this song. Even if she has played it hundreds or thousands of times, she still feels that there are infinite hidden meanings in this ancient and strange song.  Endless mysteries of heaven and earth.  "Thousands of comparisons with the original tune have proven that Ning Qingling's achievements in "Eternal Ballads" are actually far superior to everyone else.  It's a pity that Yu He is addicted to swordsmanship and only regards the skill of Dongxiao as a pastime in his spare time. Otherwise, if both of them used the music fingering method to play this piece together, it would really have the power of gods and ghosts to ward off changes.  " Don't look at the rough and arrogant appearance of the Flying Eagle Eighteen Men. They are able to achieve their current achievements. Naturally, they are all people with great wisdom and foolishness, with roughness and fineness.  Hearing Ning Qingling playing "Eternal Ballads", the giant armored man at the head looked solemn and issued orders. Eighteen people simultaneously tore off the strips of cloth from their clothes, kneaded them into a ball, and stuffed them into their ear holes.  But Ning Qingling not only has profound attainments in piano skills, but the magical instruments she uses are also extraordinary.  The mahogany phoenix-tailed Yao Qin was a top-quality spiritual Qin specially selected for her by Yu He from the treasures of the Immortal Palace at the bottom of Fuxian Lake.  In particular, the seven strings stretched on it are made of Hunyuan golden silk, Zhuhuoluan phoenix feathers, colorful unicorn beards and ten thousand-year-old dragon tendons from all over the world.  Once these seven precious strings are plucked with true energy by a master of piano skills, the sound will be integrated into the energy of heaven and earth, just like mercury pouring down the earth. Even if the listener's ear drum is broken, the sound of the piano will penetrate through the billions of pores all over the body.  Knowledge sea.  "Eternal Ancient Ballad" At the same time, the demon sect's flying eagle and its eighteen people immediately felt that the sky and the earth were changing color, and the mountains and rivers were shaking.  The dangerous peaks around him were swaying and collapsing, rumbles of thunder could be heard from deep in the earth, a turbid bloody light appeared in the clear blue sky, and layers of dark clouds were covering the sky, pressing down on the ground.  The eighteen demon sect men all had their hair and beards spread out, their faces were flushed, and their feet were as empty as if they were drunk. They tried to use their kung fu to close their five senses, but the sound of the piano still reached their ears, and the scene of a prehistoric catastrophe that shattered the world suddenly appeared in front of them.  .  The leader of the giant armored man looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar. He suddenly picked up the pair of moir¨¦-patterned copper awls and struck the ground viciously.  Huashan Mountain in Xiyue is mostly made of stone peaks. In just a few clicks, this big man smashed out a stone pit with a radius of about ten feet.  He didn't want to dig into the ground to escape, but he wanted to disturb the sound of the piano with the sound of the copper awl hitting the stone.  The other armored men also followed suit. Eighteen heavy magical weapons were smashed, causing rocks to fly everywhere, leaving a mess on the mountain road.  But Ning Qingling only focused on playing the piano, and the "Eternal Ancient Ballad" was majestic and desolate, and the sound reflected the catastrophe of the past.  Within a few breaths, the sound of the piano changed four tunes in a row, and then the chaotic sound of hitting stones began to become uniform, as if the Eighteen Men of Flying Eagle were playing drums and harmonizing for Ning Qingling.  Yu He was still worried at first, fearing that Junior Sister Xiao Ning would be incompetent, so he secretly raised his true energy, made sword skills with his hands, and concentrated on holding the battle for his Junior Sister.  But I never thought that in the blink of an eye, as the stars passed and the sun and the moon flew by, the weak and naughty little junior sister back then had quietly cultivated such a magical path.  Look at the 18 people slaughtered by the Flying Eagle, all of them are swaying and sweating profusely.  Yu He knew that after ten breaths at most, these people would be shaken to their core by the sound of "Eternal Ballads" and become walking zombies that were neither alive nor dead.  "But tigers and wolves are still fighting against trapped beasts, let alone the profound monks of the Demon Sect?"  Hearing the sound of "puff", the iron armor penetrated his flesh. The giant man in armor suddenly came to his senses at the critical moment, turned the copper cone upside down, and smashed his chest until it was bloody and bloody.  His face was ferocious and twisted. He closed his upper and lower teeth and chewed hard. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. Half of his bitten tongue was actually wrapped in the blood.  The man in iron armor threw away the cloud-patterned copper awl and spat out a large mouthful of real blood from the tip of his tongue. He rubbed his hands together and waved his arms like the wind. In an instant, he slapped the ears of each of the seventeen people behind him.  .  Looking at the seventeen people struggling for their lives, their eyes widened at the same time and they stared at Ning Qingling. The bloody five-finger prints on their faces were shocking.  He bit off the tip of his tongue on his own, and the giant man in iron armor had alreadyUnable to pronounce words, he shouted hoarsely, waved his arms, and rushed towards Ning Qingling.  The seventeen people who were awakened by him also had murderous intent in their eyes. Their bodies were filled with ferocity, each brandishing their magical weapons, and they all jumped towards Ning Qingling.  Yu He stepped aside, opened his arms, and blocked his body in front of his junior sister.  He urged his Dantian Zhen Qi, opened his mouth and shouted: "If I don't kill the demons now, when will you wait?" It is said that the dozen monks in Huashan, Xiyue, were also frightened by the music of "Eternal Ballads".  They all stood there with their eyes closed and shook their heads, as if they were wandering in ancient times.  When they were yelled by Yu He Xun, they felt as if they heard the evening drums and morning bells, and woke up as if they were dreaming with a flick of their bodies.  Fan Yinqi shook his head vigorously, and with a call from his sword, the Nine Palace Demon Fighting Sword Formation reappeared. Thousands of sword lights came across the sky, intercepting the Eighteen Flying Eagles who were rushing toward Ning Qingling halfway.  Butcher.  The situation when the two sides fought again this time was very different from the previous battle between formations.  Although the giant man in iron armor tried his best to wake up his companions, the lingering power of "Eternal Ballad" was still there at this time. The eighteen people who were slaughtered by the flying eagle were shaken by the sound of the piano, their souls were shaken, and their spirits were unstable, leaving them with no tyrannical demonic power.  , but you can't use it as you like.  In the confusion, the eighteen men had only one thought left, which was to quickly kill the woman playing the piano opposite her on the spot.  But at this time, they only know how to rush forward with all their strength. When they take action, they can't make any moves, and they can't form a formation. Their limbs dance wildly, just like a random attack like a gangster on the street.  As a result, they rushed forward rashly and were blocked by the Huashan Nine Palace Demon Fighting Sword Formation. Everyone fell into death and was surrounded by Huashan Immortal Sect disciples. They could only fight on their own.  With a "click", Fan Yinqi raised his sword and dropped it, splitting one of the armored men into two pieces alive. He felt so happy that he couldn't help but scream while stroking the sword.  The sound of Ning Qingling's piano is endless, evoking the appearance of a battle between ancient demons and demons.  The Nine Palaces Fighting Demon Sword Formation was also in constant operation. The Huashan cultivators in the formation shifted and changed positions. In just a few breaths, they chopped into pieces the seventeen half-asleep armored men like chopping melons and firewood.  Into blood and minced meat.  The remaining nine-foot-tall man at the head was trapped in the death gate of the formation.  This man spun his body like a top, and his two fists the size of wine jars flew up and down like meteor hammers. The layers of fierce energy spread out, making it difficult for the Huashan monks to get close.  I don¡¯t know what kind of physical secret technique this bloody man used. The air-piercing sword Qi split the iron armor and slashed on his skin, making a "crack" sound of metal and iron hitting each other.  Don't look at the blood all over his body at this moment, but not a single part of it was injured by the Huashan Sword Qi. It was all blood pouring out from his chest and mouth.  With the opponent being so defensive, Jiao Fan Yinqi had no choice.  He once used the sword to stab, but the flying sword was knocked down by the iron fist. He also tried to use the talisman to suppress it, but the talisman was immediately crushed by the fist wind.  A group of Huashan monks surrounded the armored man with swords, but they couldn't rectify this demon. In desperation, they could only wait for its true energy to be exhausted.  Ning Qingling took a deep breath.  When she pressed her left hand, "Eternal Ballads" came to an abrupt end, and then she suddenly clasped the seven strings of the Yao Qin with the five fingers of her right hand and pulled it fiercely into her arms until she reached the end of her strength and then released it again, just like drawing a bow and releasing an arrow.  The Qibao strings suddenly returned to their positions, and a crackling sound sounded like thunder in the nine heavens.  The sound pierced through the air like thunder, causing everyone in the Huashan cultivator group to change their expressions.  Although they were not pointed by Qinyin, they still felt that their internal organs were about to burst, and that three souls and seven souls were about to burst out of their skulls.  Fan Yinqi's body trembled suddenly, and he almost gave up his sword and collapsed on the ground.  Even Yu He frowned and hurriedly exhaled and adjusted his breath to calm the churning blood in his chest.  There was a killing sound, and the aftertaste echoed endlessly in the mountains, just like the roars of ancient strange beasts, one after another, indescribable.  But the nine-foot giant man kept spinning, but a discerning person could see that the man's rotation was getting slower and slower.  After another five breaths, the man finally stopped. The surrounding Huashan cultivators gathered their eyes and everyone could not help but marvel.  He was originally a body of flesh and blood, but now it has been turned into black and blue iron stone. The whole person is like a cast iron sculpture, with arms stretched out and fists raised, frowning and glaring, lifelike.  I really don't know whether this situation was caused by the sound of Ning Qingling's piano, or whether the giant man was poisoned by his secret body-protecting technique.  A dozen or so monks from the Xiyue Huashan Immortal Sect looked at Ning Qingling with eyes full of horror and awe.  The art of temperament is generally regarded as a heretic by Qi refiners, but it is unimaginable that it can have such great power.  This frail woman, with only a seven-stringed Yaoqin, was able to terrorize the eighteen people who had roamed the northwest desert for nearly a hundred years and were full of bloody souls. They slaughtered all the notorious Flying Eagles until they were all buried at the gate of Taihua Mountain.  Before, his death was extremely miserable.  It seems that the three thousand avenues all lead to the right fruition, which is not false.  Ning Qingling regained her strength, picked up the mahogany phoenix tail Yaoqin, and stood back behind Yu He.  Junior sister Xiao Ning's face turned a little pale, as if her true energy was quite exhausted., Yu He stretched out his palm, gently held Ning Qingling's wrist, and channeled a stream of pure essence. He asked in a low voice: "Why are you so brave? Is there anything wrong with you?" Ning  Qing Ling stretched out his hand to smooth the messy hair on his temples, and said with a smile: "It's rare to use some methods. It's just a little unfamiliar, but it's not a big deal." Yu He frowned and said: "Since I'm here, why do you need to take action? Swordsman  No eyes, but don't be rash." Ning Qingling did not reply to Yu He, but bowed to the monks of Huashan Immortal Sect and said softly: "Young lady is showing off, thank you all for your help.  ¡± A group of monks from Huashan hurriedly bowed respectfully in return, saying that they didn¡¯t even dare to do so.  These people all understood that if Ning Qingling hadn't come to help just now, the people who would have been covered in blood on the mountain road might have been people from the Huashan Immortal Sect.  Several monks stepped out from the crowd in Huashan, among them was Fan Yinqi.  They walked up to the iron stone statue of the nine-foot man and spat on it viciously.  "Fourth Senior Brother and Seventh Junior Sister have spirits in heaven! Today, Junior Sister Qingcheng Ning will help us kill the eighteen evil demons and avenge you two. There will be no more ties in the underworld. Reincarnate as soon as possible so that I can teach my senior brother  See you again soon. Let's go back to reincarnation and have a good journey!" After Fan Yinqi groaned sadly, he suddenly pulled out his magic sword and chopped off the head of the nine-foot-long man under his feet.  The eyes of the other Huashan cultivators were faintly red. They each took out their wine bags and cups, bowed to Yuntai Peak in the north, and poured the wine on the ground.  Seeing this scene, Yu He raised his eyebrows and watched silently.  After the Huashan cultivators finished offering sacrifices to their fellow sects, Fan Yinqi bowed his hands to Yu He and Ning Qingling, and said in a deep voice: "The two of you have been a great benefactor to us at the Yuntai Peak branch of the Immortal Sect in Huashan Mountain, Xiyue. Fan and Yuntai Peak will remember this deeply."  "My heart, I will be rewarded in the future! Please follow me to the Taihua Cave. There is still a long way to go to Chaoyang Peak!" "Brother Fan, please lead the way." Yu He raised his hand and followed Huashan.  The group of cultivators turned around the carved stone wall and walked forward along the secret path of the living door.  After walking about a hundred steps, the light and shadow in front of my eyes became chaotic for a while, and all the surrounding layers of dense forest turned into clouds and dispersed.  When Yu He actually walked into the Taihua Cave of Huashan Mountains, he was not shaken by the majestic and magnificent five peaks, nor was he frightened by the steep stone cliffs with thousands of feet in front of him.  Wherever he looked, there were pieces of magic fire and black smoke criss-crossing in the rays of light. From time to time among the mountains, there would be a puff of smoke, a thunder, or a few points of cold light.  And the top of Chaoyang Peak of the East Peak is filled with mist, and the precious light is overflowing. A hundred-foot-long bronze bell can be seen standing steadily, but the top of Chaoyang Peak, which is a hundred feet high, is shrouded by a large evil black cloud.
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