The white light transformed by the sound of the piano is like a magical law, and the white light is like a sword. Wherever it passes, some dead soldiers with higher realms and better spiritual weapons are beheaded by a sword, and some are cut in half, with flesh and blood flying and blood flowing into a river.

Even if the God of Death is reaping human life, it is probably just like that?

Jian Fengyun closed his eyes in the sky, slowly stroking his hands and plucking the strings. Although he didn't open his eyes, he could clearly see everything that was happening outside.

Thousands of dead men were cut off and their bodies were separated. The sound of this piano was played for a long time, for about an hour.

In the inner city of the palace, all the city warriors who had been hiding for refuge, heard this song, and the scene of the Pan family's Tianyang Divine Guard being massacred in front of the Third Prince's Mansion a few months ago.

At that time, it seemed that this song was the same, but it didn't seem so long.

Jian Fengyun's fingers seemed to have been given a soul. Every piano sound in the city was controlled by him. When he killed the Tianyang Divine Guard of the Pan family, he activated the Jiuqin Emperor Sword Formation. However, at that time, he was only in the Lingfu realm and could only exert one percent of the power of the Jiuqin Emperor Sword Formation. Now that he has broken through to the peak of the True Spirit Realm, the sword energy reserves in the Lingfu realm are naturally even more. It is no longer necessary to activate the Jiuqin Emperor Sword Formation as before.

Jian Fengyun opened his mouth and swallowed several seven-time pills. The sword energy in his body instantly recovered. The illusory long piano in his hand still fluctuated, and countless runes gushed out, the strings fluctuated, and the sound of the piano continued.

At this time, he was no longer the Jian Fengyun who could even bully the little Pan family. He was the Jianwu King of the Tianyang Dynasty.

He activated the Jiuqin Emperor Sword Formation and could barely exert ten percent of his power. Tianyang City under his feet had turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood, but his hands still did not stop. The 300,000 dead soldiers could fill a small and medium-sized city by their number. Now they are all gathered in Tianyang City. Even if it is a massacre, it will take some effort.

Looking at the loud sound of the piano and the white light flowing to harvest life, all the Tianyang Divine Guards stood at the same time, looking at the figure of the god-like white robe above the sky with respect.

Especially the Tianyang Divine Guards who escorted Jian Fengyun from the Imperial City, if they had not been forced by the Emperor's Destiny to escort Jian Fengyun, a young boy, back to Bei'an City, this task of escorting people was not what the Tianyang Divine Guards, which represented the honor of the dynasty, should have done. However, at this moment, they couldn't help feeling glad for their forced helplessness. Fortunately, the Emperor's Destiny ordered them to escort Mr. Yun away, not others.

Only then did they realize how great the opportunity was given to them when Jian Fengyun chose them to go together.

The sing of the wind and clouds in the area, and the end of the piano song, all 300,000 dead soldiers fell in a pool of blood. The huge Tianyang Imperial City was filled with corpses floating everywhere, and real blood flowed into a river.

In the middle of the mountain of corpses, there was only a figure in blood-clothed clothes standing on the ground.

Yuan Feng, at this moment, his body was filled with demonic energy, and countless dark magic runes appeared in the void, making people feel a cold demonic energy, and their body couldn't help but feel cold.

The realm of the Demonic Dao unfolded, and an unparalleled power of the Demon King spread around Yuan Feng's body.

The "Dao Sutra of Heavenly Demons" activates with all its strength. Yuan Feng's body, his robe cracked inch by inch, and in his skin, a surging magic power penetrates into the flesh and blood, exuding a demonic aura of choosing people.

Jian Fengyun's figure fell from the sky, and the formation light of Tianyang City gradually disappeared. On the ancient city wall, runes disappeared and the formation patterns faded.

"Stop it quickly, if you suck it down, you will explode!" Jian Fengyun's figure fell beside Yuan Feng and spoke suddenly.

"I want to become stronger, I want to become stronger, I want to protect Tianyang City, protect my father, and protect my sister..." Yuan Feng's eyes were shining with dark light, as if he had not heard Jian Fengyun's words at all, and his body was swallowed wildly.

Seeing this scene, Jian Fengyun couldn't help frowning. What kind of stimulation did Yuan Feng get so into trouble? Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that he is not completely instinctive. The obsession in his heart makes him not really crazy, but his consciousness is almost insane.

The "Sutra of Heavenly Demons" is a magic skill created by the domain master of the Heavenly Demon Emperor Domain in his previous life. This technique is extremely against the will of heaven. If it weren't for the swordsmanship that had already been extremely powerful at that time, I would probably have suffered a loss at the hands of the founder of the "Sutra of Heavenly Demons".

The "Dao Sutra of Heavenly Demons" is an extremely terrifying technique that devours the essence of dead creatures to enhance one's own strength. It can make a person or destroy a person. Jian Fengyun has long known this.

At the beginning, he passed the "Dao Sutra of Heavenly Demons" to him because of Yuan Feng's simple nature and no dispute with the world. Otherwise, once the "Dao Sutra of Heavenly Demons" falls into the hands of some people with evil nature, it will definitely be controlled by the "Dao Sutra of Heavenly Demons", causing a bloody storm in the ten thousand realms, and countless innocent people will be killed and swallowed.

Now it seems that Yuan Feng did not disappoint him. Although he was obsessed with the evil spirit, he still had a hint of obsession in his heart and was not controlled by the demonic thoughts in his heart. Therefore, he was not crazy and practiced wildly.

However, what kind of stimulation can make such a simple and uncontested young man look like this.

Jian Fengyun looked at Yuan Feng who was in pain but gritted his teeth and persevered, and felt inexplicably angry. Yuan Feng was his brother in this life. Although he had always been uncontested, even practicing for the woman he loved at the beginning, Xiao Yijing.

If you can force such a simple boy into this way, what kind of things can you do that are angry with heaven and others?

At this moment, Jian Fengyun's murderous intent for the Holy Soul Sword Sect could not help but become stronger. In his cold eyes, there were only two names that must be killed by Emperor Yin Dao and Yin Ba.

Jian Fengyun poked his hand out, and a sword Yuan power surged from his palm, gently cutting it on Yuan Feng's neck.

Yuan Feng's body became weak and he fell to the ground.

Jian Fengyun bent down, formed seals with both hands to produce dozens of magic tricks, landed on Yuan Feng's body, instantly sealing the surging magic power inside his body, and then picked up the young man covered in blood.

On the wall of the palace, everyone was silent when they saw this scene.

The crisis in Tianyang City was resolved and defeated, but no one cheered.

At this moment, on the palace tower, Tianyang Xuanfeng's figure fell down, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and his consciousness fell asleep.

At this moment, everyone turned around and saw the mysterious wind of Tianyang...
Chapter completed!