Since the News Conference, "The Song of Wind and Snow" has become popular in the world of cultivation, and its adaptations have emerged one after another, becoming a repertoire of major fairy banquets.

Most people think that this song was written by ancient sages, and Fairy Miaoyan gave this song a vitality.

She is the well-deserved "second work", and the person who knows this song the most in the world.

Song Qianji has been staying in Qianqu, far away from the world of cultivation, and is bent around it.

He had heard of a certain ensemble version from Liu Xianguan, Hongfu County next door, which is said to be adapted by Fairy Miaoyan.

He showed mercy and pointed out the fallacies.

Liu Xianguan felt very embarrassed, so naturally this incident did not spread.

At this time, the sound of the pipa came fiercely.

The phantom of the phoenix bird swooped over, and the golden feathers stood up like flames burning.

Qianqu people were suddenly nervous and obviously felt the temperature of the hall rises and the air is burning, as if a real fire is burning around.

When the fire burns, the sound of the flute suddenly rises, and it is low at first, very quiet and gentle.

If there is something and nothing, like the spring breeze blowing and raining, it will fall gently.

The phoenix shadow was dispersed by a light rain, and the coolness rose like an invisible barrier, covering the disciples of Qianqu.

Meng Heze sweated on his forehead, held the hilt of the sword tightly, and sent a voice transmission: "We are working so hard, how about Senior Brother Song? If you want to fight out as soon as possible!"

Lin Feiyuan put away his usual stingy expression and said solemnly: "Another, he can still hold on."

Except for the Qianqu disciples behind Song Qian's aircraft, other guests felt that the music was harmonious and harmonious, and it was like a fighting technique, but it was seamless and exciting.

Many people whispered in a low voice, as if they were entering the state of song, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was running smoother and smoother.

Miaoyan's fingertips were raised and raised, and the sound of the pipa was like climbing a peak, dangerous and dangerous, and even higher.

For a moment, the lonely peak in front of everyone was like a sword pointing to the sky.

That night, He Qingqing played "The Song of Wind and Snow" by the quiet pool, which is better than true feelings and heart, expressing his feelings directly and touching his heart.

Like a man walking alone in the world, with heavy wind and snow, he is enemies of the whole world.

But she did not have the mellow skills of Miaoyan's hard work for many years and reached the realm of transformation, nor did she have the double blessing of the "Phoenix Platform" and the Sea of ​​Cloud Formation.

If the music itself is powerful, it is the strongest at this time.

Seeing Song Qianji's expression relaxed, the sound of the flute turned, as if he was walking flat, he climbed over a dangerous peak.

The peaks in front of everyone disappeared, and the wind blew and clouds moved, and a drizzle wet the fallen flowers.

"Listen, understand, the sound of the flute is obviously as loud as the sound of the pipa." Meng Heze asked Lin Feiyuan, "Is Senior Brother Song a disadvantage?"

He had heard Lin Feiyuan sing songs in Songyuan. He changed his voice into several people, sometimes men and women, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and the other party understood the sound.

"It's not like that." Lin Feiyuan frowned and said, "The five elements of the 'Phoenix Platform' belong to fire, which represents the clear and clear voice, like a phoenix singing and a phoenix singing, and like a violent and fierce phoenix vomiting fire.

The jade flute borrowed by Song Qianji is cold in texture and cold tone, as if it is a clear heart and exorcist. The two are in conflict, and Fairy Miaoyan has temporarily challenged her for the time being."

Meng Heze suddenly realized: "So Senior Brother Song plays the 'Qian Quaint Phoenix', and goes to borrow the flute?"

"'Seven Quaint Qin' is a magic weapon for the immortals. Once it is played, it will suppress hundreds of tools. In the face of the juniors of the Xianyin Sect, it is suspected of bullying others with power and is easy to fall into the mouth..."

Lin Feiyuan said this and cursed at Song Qianji's back:

"When is it now? I am still a gentleman in a siege? Are you so kind to the point?"

"Brother Song didn't pretend to be a gentleman." Ji Chen wiped his forehead and the sound of the pipa made him sweat like rain. "I believe he is a true gentleman!"

Under the formation, the wind and clouds were surging outside the hall.

In the Qiankun Palace, red silk flies, jade table shaking, and the green ant spirit wine in the cup rotates with the sound waves, causing ripples.

When the sound of the flute becomes stronger, the golden phoenix breaks through the pipa and soars into the sky.

With a cry of cranes, the white crane raised by the monks of Huawei Sect broke through the clouds and danced gracefully, followed by goshawks and black eagles. Raptors flapped their wings.

In the forest, there are orioles, magpies, cuckoos, and countless birds come out of their nests, flying to the branches, and singing.

"Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix!" someone exclaimed.

Although it was the deep winter snow, all the birds in Huawei Mountain were awakened and sang together to help the music of the pipa.

Miaoyan's support is a big boost:

"At the Chuangwen Conference, Fairy Meng Zhi's piano sound also attracted hundreds of birds, but compared with Fairy Miaoyan, it seems to be prosperous and as if it is just like a person who is as beautiful as it is."

"No one can match Fairy Miaoyan!"

The sound of the pipa is as solemn as a knife, like a charge horn, and millions of birds sing into Song Qianji's ears.

If you change to an ordinary Nascent Soul Realm, you will have been dispersed at this time and become an idiot.

"Miaoyan is crazy." Feng Ziyi hurriedly covered the white tiger's ears.

The guests were not targeted by the murderous intent in the song, but the spirit beast was more sensitive to the sound. The white tiger was manic and flicked its tail and almost lost control.

The sound of the flute was like a big net tangled around her. She wanted to get rid of her control, but she felt like she was gradually approaching her limit, like a tight string was about to break.

Song Qianji's smile gradually faded.

The sound of the flute is silence and the wind and snow are in the formation and turn into the second chapter.

The rain dissipated, the north wind blew the snow, and the birds moaned.

The golden phoenix dissipated again, Miaoyan's face turned pale and her brows frowned slightly.

"Sister Miaoyan, come to help you!"

Behind He Qingqing, a female cultivator in pink dress suddenly stood up and summoned a blue zither.

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly rose, like a long sword slashing like a pipa, and the jade flute was playing in the ensemble.

"Fairy Mengzhi is here too!" someone shouted.

Three times of fighting, Miaoyan's pressure was lighter, and he was able to breathe.

She gritted her teeth, felt cruel in her heart, and her whole body was filled with spiritual energy!

Amid the sound of wind and snow, the phoenix chirping and shouting to the west wind!

Meng Zhi gradually plucked the strings and her body was shaking.

"I didn't expect that Song Qianji was so powerful that he could still get a disadvantage by fighting two."

Suddenly, I heard a sound of splitting silk, which was extremely harsh and interrupted the harmony of the song.

A "feather string" on the piano broke.

In the Xianyin Gate, Yin Xiu of the steer, flute, and guzheng stood up together when he saw this:

"‌‌ Come and help senior sister!"

For both of them, the deeper the Taoist practice, the more dangerous the song.

Miaoyan was a person at this time, and she represented the younger generation of the entire sect.

She will definitely lose.

Some people stood up one after another, and various musical instruments joined the ensemble, and the colorful light shone on the hall.

The sound stops the clouds and the air shakes the sky.

Xianyinmen united as one.

The ensemble is simple, adding or subtracting, and each music is stacked on top of it, and its power is increased several times.

Amid the magnificent ensemble, the pipa's sound surged.

The power of the formation became stronger with the help of music. The five peak masters of Huawei Sect were fully focused on their spiritual energy, and waves appeared in the sea of ​​clouds.

All the clouds were shattered, like snowflakes.

Under the blue sky, it seemed like a heavy snowfall fell.

Song Qianji frowned slightly, and the jade flute on his lips trembled slightly.

Meng Heze was so angry that he trembled: "They were so reasonable, everyone beat the senior brother?"

At this time, he hated himself for his own good intentions and helped him.

Someone strongly argued: "If Song Qianji dares to speak up and provoke, he must be prepared to challenge everyone in Xianyin Sect."

"Let's go out?" Meng Heze asked in a voice transmission.

"Another," Lin Feiyuan was as deep as water.

"Is it still there?" Ji Chen grabbed his hair.

"‌!" Lin Feiyuan shouted.

Everyone stared at Song Qianji. Seeing a natural red tide on him, it seemed that he would vomit blood and fall into a coma the next second.

But he closed his eyes.

Song Qianji was indeed affected by the formation, and his qi and blood surged, and his chest was stuffy.
To be continued...