Sun Hao's room.
"Alright then, let's have some tea, and we'll play a song together later," Sun Hao said.
"Okay, son!"
Huang Rumeng nodded with a smile on his face.
She is about to sit down.
At this time, his face changed dramatically.
"Damn evil clan, dare to come to the city to wreak havoc, courting death!"
Huang Rumeng is preparing to move.
She quickly retracted her expression, and there was a trace of fear on her face.
"No, not only the evil race, but also the Gorefiends are here!"
"There is even an aura that is much stronger than mine. If I make a rash move, I'm afraid it will attract that person's attention!"
"At that time, I will definitely be defeated! The son must take action, if this is the case, the son's heart will be damaged!"
"This is absolutely not possible! Hey, I can only keep the young master and prevent him from doing anything!"
After some thought, Huang Rumeng made a decision.
With a wave of her right hand, an invisible wave of air enveloped the room, completely blocking outside sounds.
"Rumeng, I seemed to hear a scream just now, did you hear it?" Sun Hao asked.
"Scream?"
Huang Rumeng pretended to be calm, listened with pricked ears, and then shook his head, "Is there? Young Master!"
Sun Hao listened carefully for a while, then smiled slightly, "Looks like, I heard it wrong, come, drink tea, after drinking this cup, we will play the piano!"
"Okay, son!"
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"It's over, it's over!"
Ning Mingming slumped on the ground, his face full of despair.
Around him, lantern-like eyes stared at him.
Throughout the eighth floor, the screams continued incessantly, and then came to an abrupt end.
Presumably the son also died at the hands of the monster.
Now, there is only myself left.
"If I could cultivate, why would I ever fall into this field, I am unwilling!"
Ning Mingming held his head in his hands and curled up into a ball.
next second.
He will be torn into pieces by these monsters.
Then, it is eaten by them, and it becomes a pile of feces.
"Howl..."
A growl.
All the monsters moved together and rushed towards him.
"what… "
Ning Mingming let out a shrill scream.
Seeing that, the monster was about to pounce on Ning Mingming.
At this time.
"Om..."
A piano sound came.
All the monsters looked stagnant, their eyes were red and dim.
"Huh..."
The black mist all around evaporated.
"Howl..."
A monster woke up and rushed in the direction of the sound of the piano.
The other monsters roared and followed.
"Om..."
The piano continued to sound.
Dao Dao sound waves rushed towards the monster.
"Howl..."
The monster roared and struggled frantically, but it was difficult to make an inch.
As the sound of the piano became more and more rapid.
The puppet gradually quieted down.
They all fell to the ground.
Their bodies, like boiling water melting snow, quickly melted into a pool of pus, flowing on the ground.
Ning Mingzhi's body trembled slightly and screamed loudly.
After waiting for a long time, there was no pain in the body tearing.
He tried to open his eyes and saw the scenes in front of him, completely stunned.
"Dead, all the monsters are dead?"
"Could it be these piano sounds?"
Ning Mingming took courage and walked around the Yuejun Inn.
He found that in addition to the pus and stench, the ground was filled with tragic corpses.
In the end, Ning Mingming stood outside Sun Hao's room, his eyes shining brightly.
"This is the son's room. It is intact. It seems that the son is fine!"
"Use the sound of the piano to destroy monsters and disperse the black mist. This strength is extremely powerful!"
"It seems that the son is not a mortal at all, but an expert who cultivates the piano!"
"Sooner or later, save me when I was at my most dangerous, the kindness of your son is wise and unforgettable!"
Ning Mingming muttered to himself, standing outside Sun Hao's room, wanting to knock on the door, but was afraid of being disturbed.
"Forget it, come back next time to thank you!"
Ning Mingming walked back to his room and breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened the window and looked into Jiangyang City, his pupils contracted.
I saw that Jiangyang City was completely shrouded in black mist.
There is a layer of invisible air waves shrouded in the Yuejun Inn where he is, and within two meters, the black fog cannot get close.
"The son is controlling the sound of the piano, and it has not spread out!"
"This strength must be a peerless master!"
"Young master, why do you want to send me a "Buddha Picture"?"
Thinking so, Ning Mingming opened the scroll and started to check it.
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playing field.
Chen Daoming stared blankly at his right hand, the whole person froze in place.
"Jie Jie..."
At this time, a strange smile came.
A dark shadow, erratic.
Finally, become a man.
This man, half skeleton face, half human face, is terrifying.
He is the evil prince.
He took the jade bottle, opened the bottle cap, and laughed out loud when he saw what was inside.
"Ha ha… "
"Sure enough, the nine-turn Xuan Lingdan, a good thing, a good thing!"
"This kind of thing should be enjoyed by this seat!"
After Xie Jun finished speaking, he laughed again.
"No, he's a puppet clan!"
"What? Human puppet race? Isn't he from the evil race?"
"Oh my god, the evil race is here, run away, help!"
After being stunned for a while, the cultivators were in chaos in the audience.
Many people, squeezing the crowd, ran out.
the other side.
Liu Duozhu looked at Xiejun, with a fat body and trembling slightly.
There was a look of fear on his face.
"Array!"
Liu Duozhu took courage and shouted loudly.
"Boom..."
Dozens of golden armored guards around him all moved together.
Dao Dao Jinmang flew up from Jinjiawei, forming golden shields one by one, covering Liu Duozhu's body.
Afterwards, the Golden Armor Guards guarded Liu Duozhu and slowly stepped back, showing no fighting intent at all.
For these, Xie Jun didn't take it to heart at all.
In his eyes, there are only top-quality elixir.
Chen Daoming looked at Xie Jun, his joints clenched.
"You can grab your son's things, die!"
After speaking, Chen Daoming slowly drew out his long knife.
"Om..."
The knife sounded.
The air shook.
The air wave shook out.
The entire space is as solidified.
The infinite sword intent, like a tsunami, followed Chen Daoming's movements and quickly rushed towards Xiejun.
this moment.
Xie Jun sensed that it was like a giant mountain pressing down, and he couldn't breathe.
He covered the jade bottle and looked at Chen Daoming, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Knife Intent, a kid in the Nascent Soul Realm can actually know Saber Intent?"
"God help me, this body of yours, I want it!"
Xie Jun licked his lips as if he was looking at a treasure.
"Om..."
At this moment, Chen Daoming completely pulled out the long knife in his hand.
An invisible big knife that quickly condenses and takes shape.
Aiming at Xiejun, he slashed the past.
Silent, but with infinite power.
"What? Sword Intent transforms into shape!"
"He... He has practiced to this level, what a monster! It's a little troublesome!"
Xie Jun's face is full of dignified color.
Various means of protection, quickly resorted to.
"Huh..."
The invisible sword came quickly.
Immediately, he slashed at the evil prince.
The voice was obviously very slight, but it shook the practitioners around him, his ears tingling, and his seven orifices bleed.
Even if the shield on Liu Duozhu's body is constantly shaking, it will crack at any time.
"Boom..."
Xie Jun was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down, raining blood on the ground.
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