"Bang!!!" The hand slammed heavily on the table, the stone table shattered, the stone foam scattered, and a cloud of dust was raised in the dark room. There was a terrifying killing intent in his scarlet eyes.
"Very good, the young master of the Nuwa clan, it's you who ruined my good thing again!!" The man in black said secretly gritted his teeth. In his memory, except for Murong Xing'er, the saintess of the Nuwa clan, who could control the Fuxi Qin, this young man was the only one who had used the Fuxi Qin, so he naturally attributed this incident to him.
In front of the tomb of the gods, Leng Yetong stood in front of Fuxiqin, his eyes became extremely cold, his eyes became extremely sharp, and the sight like an ice blade divided the two golden dragons. When Fuxiqin broke into the sky, the bodies of the two golden dragons began to vibrate violently, and there was deep fear in the dragon's eyes.
Putting his hand on the Fuxi Qin, he gently fiddled with the strings, and the melodious movement poured out, but in the intoxicated sound of the piano, there was a hidden killing intent. After the two golden dragons heard the music played by Fuxiqin, their bodies began to twist uncomfortably, hovering in front of the tomb of the gods. The person who made the sound was killed, but was beaten back to the original place by an invisible force.
"You listen to the order. In the name of God, I order you to make way. Otherwise, blood will be spattered on the spot." Leng Yetong's icy voice echoed in the air, and every word was bitten so hard. There is a hidden murderous intent in the middle. The golden dragon wailed a few times, then circled a few times in the air, and fell back to its most primitive position. Stone flakes began to slowly grow on its body, and finally transformed into the two stone dragons when it was first seen.
The sound of the piano fell, Fuxiqin disappeared, and Leng Yetong fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength, kneeling on one knee, struggling to support his body, fine sweat dripping from his head, and panting heavily. The power of confinement disappeared, and Baili Liumo walked to her side in three and two steps, took her into his arms, and became her new support point.
"Ancient artifact, Fuxiqin." Guang walked slowly to her side, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly, looking at her eyes with a little more joy, raised his hand to hold her hand, and injected spiritual power into the her body to ease her discomfort.
"Let's go, enter the tomb of the gods." His body was already feeling better, Leng Yetong took a deep breath and said lightly, his eyes watching the two stone dragons vigilantly, for fear that they would come out again and block their way.
"Well, let's go." Guang nodded slightly, said this lightly, raised his feet, and took the lead towards the tomb of God. Baili Liumo supported Leng Yetong, and the two followed behind the light side by side. When they passed the position between the two stone dragons, the hearts of the three were raised in their throats, for fear that the two stone dragons would launch a violent attack on them again.
The two stone dragons stood there steadily, but if you look closely at their eyes, you will see deep fear in the middle. More than a thousand years ago, it was this qin, this power, that sealed their bodies, restricted their range of activities, and turned into stone dragons to guard here all year round.
She said, "I didn't kill you just because I didn't want Xiao Jin in the forbidden land to lose his companions, but the two of you are acting like tigers. It seems that you have to teach you some lessons."
After entering the tomb of the gods, their hearts were temporarily relieved, and they breathed a sigh of relief. With a "squeak", the door of the tomb of the gods slowly closed, and through the crack of the door, Leng Yetong clearly saw the expressions and movements of the two stone dragons with a sigh of relief. This Fuxi Qin, no, it should be said to be its owner - Murong Xing'er.