Xianmo is angry, and the aura around Guqin blooms, with coldness, killing, and destruction.
Boom boom boom!
In the darkness, two equally cold, murderous, and destructive auras collided, making a loud rumbling sound that made people's ears ring.
The strings were vibrated, and they were originally tightly attached to Qing Kuang's hand, but they were also shaken apart.[
"Submission or destruction!"
Cold and ruthless, cruel and cruel.
The crazy voice, without any emotion, is as cold as a sword, an omnipotent sword that destroys the world, the universe, and space.
"It's impossible for me to surrender!"
The air fluctuates, the guqin floats, the space above fluctuates slightly, and in the original darkness, little silver lights rise and gather.
On top of the guqin, dressed in a moon-white gown, an unparalleledly handsome, ruthless and slender figure stood proudly, looking down at the maniacally.
"Then destroy it!"
The overwhelming murderous intention is cold and sharp. The aura of destruction is mad and determined.
The collision of powerful forces directly involves the outside world from this dark space.
So strong!
Xian Mo secretly thought in his heart. He never thought that this little person who uses the piano as a weapon would actually have such huge power, soul, and belief in his body.
Surrender, or be destroyed!
At that moment, a clear sense of destruction surged over me.
This human being actually wants to die together!
Xian Mo was shocked!
Surrender or destruction?
In an instant, I had the answer.
"I, Xianmo, the ancient magic harp, am willing to follow my master, and I will be sent by my master respectfully, but I will not give up until I die.
The Lord gives birth to me and I live, the Lord dies and I destroy, life after life, our souls are in harmony with each other!”[
Xian Mo knelt on one knee, holding the guqin with both hands forward, with a respectful and pious expression.
This was the first human being in ancient times that he truly feared, feared, and finally admired.
Xianmo doesn't feel ashamed to surrender to such a powerful human being!
As soon as he finished speaking, Xianmo's figure disappeared, turning into bits of silver light and blending into the guqin. The guqin floated in the air and disappeared silently into Qing Kuang's body.
Fusion, soul connection!
Qing Kuang truly felt Xian Mo's existence and Xian Mo's power.
Qin is her weapon, and all this time, even Jiao Wei and Qing Kuang, who were like gods in their previous lives, have not felt anything.
However, the appearance of Xian Mo and the connection between their souls made her feel that Qin was no longer just her weapon, but a partner and comrade-in-arms!
He knows her heart, has a tacit understanding, and is even more powerful than a tiger!
"puff!"
Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, touching the moon-white dress, dotted with red plums, enchanting and gorgeous.
"Success?"
The old man looked at Qing Kuang worriedly, stepped forward and supported Qing Kuang's fallen body.
"Thank you!"
Qing Kuang opened her eyes and looked at the old man gratefully. Since he was willing to give her Xianmo, he would never have any ill intentions towards her.
"No, this thing was originally prepared for you. If you can successfully conquer it, it is also your strength, so you don't need to thank me.
If you want to thank, just thank your mother."
"Okay, the mission is completed, it's time for me to leave. I look forward to the day when you become stronger.
Remember my name - Ming Qianhe!"
After the old man said this, he jumped up and disappeared.
He was indeed careless just now. If it weren't for the injuries on his body, he wouldn't be in such a mess.
"Master, why did you give that treasure to her so easily?"[
A dark red figure flashed past and stood in front of the old man.