Hua Fengliu obviously didn't expect that Ye Futian would be so decisive, and he would directly explain the funeral arrangements.
He ran wildly in the direction of Ye Futian, but saw a volley of sword energy coming from the sky, blocking his way.
"Ye Futian, get back here." Hua Fengliu shouted loudly.
"You should think about yourself." A man in black from the Heaven Realm stepped forward, as if there was infinite sword intent around his body. He passed his hands across, and suddenly a row of sharp swords appeared in front of him, clanging and killing Hua Fengliu. .
"Get away." Hua Fengliu roared, and a terrifying invisible force descended. A row of sharp swords stopped in front of his body, trembling crazily.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, Hua Fengliu saw Ye Futian, who was being pursued by Shi Zhong and Tang Lin, jump directly into the canyon, and his heart twitched violently.
Her long black hair moved without any wind, and the dust beneath her feet flew up, as if there was a spiritual storm blowing up.
"I said, I have a bad temper, why are you forcing me." Hua Fengliu's voice was trembling, and there was endless guilt in her heart. Ye Futian, his life has just begun, how could he die.
A bright ray of light was released from Hua Fengliu's body. Then, those rays of light gathered into strings and gradually turned into a guqin, which appeared in front of Hua Fengliu's body. At this moment, the aura on Hua Fengliu's body was also rising sharply. Break the Dharma and enter the heavenly position.
"Life Soul, this is impossible." The Heavenly Sword Cultivator stared ahead, then as if he understood something, his face changed drastically and said: "Hua Fengliu, you are committing suicide."
Hua Fengliu ignored him and plucked the strings with her ten fingers. In an instant, the sound of the piano sounded, and an invisible wave was released, like a dragon's roar. The sonorous sound was harsh, and the sword transformed by the spiritual energy shattered.
"Cangshan Dragon Roar." The Heavenly Sword Cultivator stared at Hua Fengliu. This was the piano sound spell that Qin Mo was good at back then, Cangshan Dragon Roar.
I saw Hua Fengliu plucking the strings at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, the sound of the piano filled the sky and the earth. The sound wave enveloped everyone, approaching the black-clothed sword cultivator. At the same time, he killed Xia Fan, and the dragon's roar shook the sky.
"Boom..." Xia Fan grunted and turned pale as he was hit hard.
"Be careful, this is his Qinyin spell, retreat." The Heavenly Sword Cultivator roared loudly, and the clanging sword cut through the sky and rolled towards Hua Fengliu.
Hua Fengliu's fingers are getting faster and faster, and the sound of the piano is like a magic song, covering the vast space.
"Kill him." Xia Fan vomited blood continuously, feeling as if his spirit was about to burst. The strong men around him protected him and retreated wildly.
Everyone is retreating, including Shi Zhong and Tang Lin who are chasing Ye Futian.
"Kill." Hua Fengliu's voice was low, the sound of the piano broke through the air, and a stronger sound wave struck Xia Fan. The spiritual energy of the strong man around him turned into a light curtain and enveloped Xia Fan. With a bang, the light curtain exploded, and Xia Fan was attacked again. His face was pale, but the power of the piano sound was also weakened.
Shi Zhong was not so lucky. Under the music of the piano, he roared wildly, bleeding from all his orifices, and was shocked to death.
"The Piano Demon." Some people who had heard of the title Hua Fengliu were trembling in their hearts. Is this the style of the Piano Demon
"Let's go." The Heavenly Sword Cultivator's expression was extremely cold, and the sword storm enveloped his whole body, and he came to Xia Fan's side to protect him from retreating.
Tang Mo and Gu Mu also ordered to evacuate when they saw this scene. Qin Shuai led the Black Qilin Legion to retreat. This is a place of right and wrong.
Hua Fengliu chased forward, but his steps were stagnant.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spat out. Hua Fengliu wanted to pursue him, but was unable to do so. A generation of piano demons, but heroes are dying.
However, the sound of the piano remains.
… …
Ye Futian jumped down the canyon and felt the wind around him. When he was about to fall, he moved with the wind. There was a loud noise, and the wind could not stop the fall. He hit the ground and felt that his legs were weak. If he hadn't been able to If he senses the wind, he will probably fall to his death.
However, although he did not fall to death, he saw many monsters surrounding him, as if they wanted to eat him alive.
"You are looking for death." Snow Monkey said coldly, but as he spoke, Ye Futian's Thunder Dragon Life Soul bloomed.
"Senior Long and I have a fate. He gave me my life soul back then, so I came here to express my gratitude." Ye Futian said loudly, even in a desperate situation, he could not give up any chance of survival.
The monster beasts swallowed them up directly, not bothering to pay attention to his words. Ye Futian felt a fishy wind, which was the breath from the mouth of the monster python, and Ye Futian was a little desperate.
"Bang." The huge demon python was slapped and flew away. Snow Monkey walked in front of Ye Futian, looked down at him like a mountain, and said: "This life soul was given by the old dragon?"
Ye Futian's eyes brightened a little, and he said: "Last year, I was training in Tianyao Mountain, and Senior Long's dragon charm appeared, and I got the soul of life through visualization.
"Visualize the soul of destiny?" Xue Yuan stared at Ye Futian, and then said: "Show me your soul of destiny."
Ye Futian nodded, and the ancient tree of the world appeared. The ancient tree swaying in the wind made a rustling sound, as if it were real.
Snow Monkey's body trembled wildly, his eyes instantly turned red, his huge body lay down, and his huge head came close to Ye Futian.
"Senior, what's wrong?" Ye Futian put away his life soul and saw that Xue Yuan's eyes were extremely sad.
"Child." Xueyuan stretched out his fingers and touched Ye Futian's face. There were crystal tears falling from his huge eyes. Ye Futian could feel the red eyes and the flowing tears. A sense of sadness.
"Why is it you?" Snow Monkey's body was trembling slightly, and tears were still falling.
"Senior, do you know me?" Ye Futian seemed to be emotionally affected, and his voice seemed a little low.
"Poor child." Snow Monkey seemed to be in extreme sadness. He slowly stood up, raised his head, let out a shocking roar, screamed to the sky, and kept beating his chest with his fists. The mountains shook, and monsters crawled on the ground. , trembling non-stop, they all knelt down and worshiped.
Then Snow Monkey's huge body knelt down and his huge head was buried in front of Ye Futian, as if worshiping an emperor.
"Senior." Ye Futian was stunned. All the monsters in the canyon were worshiping him.
"Senior, can you take me up?" Ye Futian was a little worried about the teacher.
"Of course." Snow Monkey raised his head, held Ye Futian's body with his hands, and then stepped on the ground. The ground cracked, and his huge body ejected like lightning. The next moment, he appeared directly on the mountain peak. The entire ancient peak trembled.
Xueyuan let go of his hand and put Ye Futian down.
"Teacher." Ye Futian's heart twitched violently when he saw Hua Fengliu playing the piano, the strings stained with blood.
"Futian." Hua Fengliu shouted, seeing Ye Futian appearing safe and sound in front of her eyes, she almost couldn't believe her eyes.
"Poof..." The strings broke and then disappeared. Hua Fengliu spat out a mouthful of blood again, and then fell down.
"Teacher." Ye Futian ran forward and helped Hua Fengliu up.
"There is someone there." Xue Yuan looked forward. Ye Futian looked up and saw the sword repairer in the distance returning. Seeing Ye Futian and Xue Yuan appear together, his heart trembled wildly. How could this happen
"Kill him." Ye Futian said coldly, and Snow Ape strode out. When the swordsman saw this scene, he turned around and ran with his sword, but the speed was not as fast as Snow Ape.
"Roar!" The shocking roar seemed to shatter the world. He stepped on it. The sword cultivator felt that the end was coming and shouted: "Run away."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body was stepped down from the air and crushed to death.
The snow monkey roared three times, which made people in the distance tremble in fear and flee in panic, wondering why the demon king suddenly went crazy and left the canyon.
… …
At this time, Hua Fengliu's breath was weak, but he still looked at Ye Futian with a smile and said: "Don't worry, you can't die. You are a useless person to begin with. It doesn't matter if you are disabled again."
"I told you to leave me alone, why are you still doing this? If I die, won't your death be in vain?" Ye Futian suddenly said loudly, his eyes red.
"The apprentice is forced to die, and the teacher does nothing. This will make me lose face." Hua Fengliu said with a smile: "You know, I don't have a good temper."
"So you are happy now, but I am very unhappy. How can I explain to Jie Yu that you are like this?" Ye Futian's eyes became even redder.
"You will marry her in the future." Hua Fengliu said seductively with a smile. Ye Futian lowered his head, closed his eyes in pain, and tears flowed down.
"Why are you crying? My daughter is so beautiful, aren't you willing?" Hua Fengliu seemed to have nothing wrong with her.
"I'm going to be dependent on you for the rest of my life. If I'm like this, I won't be able to kick you away when I get stronger." Ye Futian said, carrying Hua Fengliu on his back and walking toward the canyon.
"So I'm taking advantage of you." Hua Fengliu said on Ye Futian's back.
"Of course, if I am the emperor next year, you will be the father-in-law." Ye Futian said casually, Hua Fengliu raised his head and looked at the sunset in the sky with a bright smile.
Yu Sheng walked from the edge of the canyon. Ye Futian stared at him and said, "What do you want to do? Do you want to jump down and be buried with him?"
"No." Yu Sheng shook his head.
Ye Futian became even more angry and said, "Justice."
"You're dead, I want to avenge you." Yu Sheng raised his head and stared at Ye Futian with his red eyes.
"I forgive you." Ye Futian looked at the returning Snow Monkey and said, "Can you take me to kill some people?"
"Okay, but anyone who sees us together will die." Snow Monkey said seriously.
Ye Futian was frightened by Xue Yuan's words. He looked at Yu Sheng and said, "They are all my closest relatives. Don't have such thoughts. As for those people, I should leave them to myself."
Xueyuan nodded, led the three of them to the entrance in front of the statue, and placed Ye Futian outside the door.
Ye Futian pushed the door open and went in alone.
The statue was empty, except for a statue of normal human size, also engraved with Emperor Ye Qing.
The spiritual energy here was extremely rich, as if there was a magic circle. When Ye Futian walked in, the magic circle automatically lit up, and then continued to become brighter. Endless spiritual energy poured into the small statue, and the statue broke into pieces. A shadow turned out to be the figure of Emperor Ye Qing.
The two looked at each other. Emperor Ye Qing's eyes were soft and he asked: "My child, what is your name?"
"Senior, my name is Ye Futian." The person who appeared in front of him was the legendary Emperor Ye Qing, but for some reason, Ye Futian was very calm at this moment.
"Your surname is also Ye, release your life soul for me to see." Emperor Ye Qing said, and Ye Futian released his life soul again.
When he saw Ye Futian's soul, Emperor Ye Qing was stunned, and then he showed an expression of extreme pain and sadness, which was the same as Snow Ape's reaction, as if he was about to cry.
The shadow of Emperor Ye Qing stepped forward, and the blurry and illusory shadow embraced Ye Futian. Emperor Ye Qing said softly: "My child, why is it you, why is it you!"
His voice sounded like he wanted to cry. Ye Futian also wanted to shed tears and said softly: "Senior, aren't you waiting for me? Who am I?"
"The person I'm waiting for is not you. I didn't expect it to be you." Emperor Ye Qing's tone was extremely sad, and his figure floated back to where he was. His eyes were soft: "My child, don't ask who you are. Practice well. In the future, you will be The one who becomes an emperor.”
(End of chapter)