A strange situation occurred on the battlefield. With Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu joining forces, the war seemed to have come to a standstill. Without taking action for the rest of their lives, the four powerful men encountered trouble.
They seemed to be falling into an extremely embarrassing situation. Attacks could not break through each other's defense, but the sound of the piano continued to affect them.
If Ye Futian's playing of the Divine Tragedy before was not enough to pose a threat to them, after all, his level was still low, but now, it is Hua Jieyu who is playing with her powerful thoughts, and is connected with Ye Futian's thoughts, and can play it perfectly. The artistic conception of playing a divine tragic song, not to mention, Ye Futian gave her the divine musical instrument 'Acacia'.
How powerful is this artistic conception? In just a short moment, the vast and endless void seemed to be shrouded in sadness. The cultivators in Tianyucheng below looked up to the sky to watch the battle, but at this time, their hearts were filled with sadness. It also gave rise to a sense of sadness.
Across the endless void, the sound of the piano actually fell into the ground and landed in Tianyu City. Although the music that reached there was already a very weak part, it still made countless practitioners fall into that sad mood. Many People even started to cry involuntarily.
In the middle of the battlefield, one can imagine what kind of pressure the four powerful ancient gods were under when they were directly eroded by the artistic conception of Qinyin. When they were attacked by Ye Futian, their emotions were already changing involuntarily, and a picture began to appear in their minds. The picture has gradually affected the mood.
There was a sense of sadness in their hearts. This sadness seemed to come from the inside out, from the heart and from the soul. They uncontrollably thought of those memories that had long been dusted by them.
They clearly felt that their control over the surrounding world was weakening.
Ye Futian saw their changes. He also knew how powerful this tragic song was. Although this power was invisible and the direct destructive power could not be seen, Hua Jieyu's telepathy was so powerful. Cooperating with Shenqin, it's enough for them to fall in. It's just a matter of time.
Ye Futian's outstretched palm still fluctuated the strings, and the beating notes hit the soul directly and vibrated on the opponent's soul. Although it was not enough to hurt the opponent, it also weakened the opponent's will bit by bit until it collapsed. Taken over by a sense of sadness.
As they stepped forward, a more terrifying aura bloomed from them. Under the divine light, the shadow of the Haotian Emperor behind Hua Junmo pressed down again, blasting out a world-destroying Haotian God. Seal, but the practitioners in China all sensed something abnormal.
"It seems that Hua Junmo has been affected." Someone whispered.
"Well, how can it be unaffected by the tragic song of God? This Haotian Seal is a little impatient and does not have the same momentum as before." Those top figures have extremely terrifying eyesight, and they can judge where the attacking force is at a glance. Level, the state of mind of the person being released.
Ye Futian remained unmoved. As the strings plucked, monstrous sword intent gathered. Countless divine swords went against the trend and hit the divine seal in the terrifying storm. A terrifying rumbling sound was heard. , the divine seal vibrated, exploding little by little, the sword turned into a storm, and poured in crazily, until it penetrated the Haotian Seal, causing it to completely explode.
Hua Jieyu was in charge of the tragic song, while Ye Futian was able to control it freely. With the cooperation of the two of them, it seemed that the four top figures in China could only passively bear it.
"The combination of the divine harp and the divine music is really powerful. This harp is a relic of the great emperor Shenyin. It is integrated with the soul of the great emperor. It can be regarded as an 'emperor's divine weapon'." Wang Mian said, and then looked at the other three people: "If this is all you do, I'm afraid you still won't be able to see anything, or even be defeated by the sound of the piano."
Hua Junmo, Pei Sheng and Jiang Qingfeng naturally realized this. They looked at the two people who were playing the piano music and saw Ye Futian's silver hair dancing in the wind and Hua Jieyu sitting cross-legged and playing carefully. This scene If it weren't for the battlefield, it would definitely be extremely beautiful, like a painting.
"boom!"
Rays of divine light directly submerged and covered their bodies, and their eyes once again underwent some kind of transformation.
They are still getting stronger, the aura of each of the four light ones is becoming more terrifying, and the willpower is becoming more and more tyrannical, resisting the meaning of the Divine Comedy.
"Are you going to reveal your trump card before the real battle begins?" someone whispered.
"It's not that they don't want to fight, it's just that they were greatly affected by the sound of the piano. Even if they fought some battles, they were controlled. The weakening of the control of the avenue was fatal. They couldn't break through Ye Futian's defense and continued to immerse themselves. It will be even worse, that’s all we have to do.”
"With the blessing of divine power, the will will inevitably become stronger. Instead of using it up and gradually falling into a disadvantage, it is better to fight directly." Many people have seen more clearly. If they continue to fight Ye Futian under that situation, their strength will weaken. It will inevitably affect the situation of the war and make them more and more weak.
Under the aura of divine power, Hua Junmo was undergoing some kind of transformation. A face of a god appeared in the sky. Hua Junmo flashed and rose into the air, and then wisps of terrifying aura directly penetrated his body. , entered his body, and as this power became stronger and stronger, Hua Junmo himself seemed to have turned into a god. He was like Emperor Haotian coming to the world, commanding the sky.
Later, Pei Sheng of Wuliang Mountain and Jiang Qingfeng of the ancient Jiang royal family also experienced some kind of transformation. Under the divine light, everyone was like a god.
Wang Mian's body floated high in the sky, and the golden divine light enveloped the boundless void. Then, the light released by his body seemed to be able to swallow up the infinite power between heaven and earth. He stretched out his hand and made a move towards the sky. Suddenly, a light that pierced the heavens appeared in his palm. There is a golden divine spear there, which seems to be the sharpest divine weapon in the world. At the same time, the entire avenue of heaven and earth seems to be being refined by it. At this time, above Wang Mian's head, Many storm formation diagrams appeared, gestating in the sky.
"Boom..." Rays of destructive golden divine light descended, and terrifying cracks appeared in the space. They were no longer the same as the previous attacks, and the power was too different.
"Now that I hand over the body of the Divine Armor Emperor, I can still let you go." Wang Mian looked down at Ye Futian in the sky and said, still with a cold and arrogant air, as if he was this space. Judge of the world.
Ye Futian smiled sarcastically and said, "You guys have it, but I don't?"
At the same time, Yu Sheng saw the strong man in the void, and an astonishing amount of demonic power burst out from his body. Then, a divine object flew out of him, and in an instant, the overwhelming demonic power shot straight into the sky!
(End of chapter)