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Chapter 150: Lost? Shame

There were endless compliments from the surroundings, and the corners of Qin Wenshan's mouth were raised with a look of pride.

He kept moving his hands, intending to show off another hand that would be even more stunning to the two Taoists in front of him.

Although I haven't mastered that ability yet, but now that everyone is losing interest, it doesn't matter even if I fail.

But if it succeeds...

If you can get the appreciation of the two Taoists, who else in the Qin clan will dare to offend you in the future?

Thoughts arise, and the mind has a plan.

With the flick of his fingers, a paradoxical illusion of artistic conception was born.

Everyone frowned slightly, only to feel that there seemed to be a beautiful palace in front of them, with thousands of palaces, immortals coming and going, drinking and drinking...

It's just that this scene is so illusory that it's hard to notice unless you fully experience it.

"What is this guy doing?"

The two Taoists looked at each other and saw a trace of dissatisfaction in each other's eyes.

They all know that the sign of the Qin Saint is that the sound of the Qin can transform into Taoism and directly invade the minds of all those who hear the music.

It fully displays the artistic conception of the piano music, allowing listeners to have a deeper understanding of the beauty of the piano music.

But the Qin Wenshan in front of him seemed to be a little short of the mark.

What a great success, this person is not good!

At this moment, a unique piano sound came from outside the sky.

Everyone's expressions were shocked, and their eyes were dull, as if they had left their souls.

"What's this?"

Inside the side hall, the lights are brightly lit.

But in the hearts of everyone, it was completely cold.

The scene that suddenly appeared in front of them made them tremble with fear.

The sky was full of gods, demons and strong men from the Holy Realm fighting each other. Broken limbs and broken arms fell in front of them, and the rich smell of blood could clearly be heard.

ah!

Suddenly, a ferocious and terrifying face came into view.

It was a strong human being whose head was twisted off by the demons, and his eyes were pierced by sharp claws.

Their faces were full of pain, and the huge head seemed to be thrown at them, making them frightened and shaking their hands repeatedly, hoping to keep the head away.

I raised my feet to get away from this hell on earth, but found that there was no way to go.

There were corpses everywhere, and there was no place to stay.

Vaguely, they seemed to see traces of blood spreading from their feet.

Their robes were no longer clean, and their hands were stained with blood. When they looked at each other, they found that the people around them no longer looked familiar.

Their faces began to distort, their eye sockets were sunken, and their two bloodshot eyes were about to fall off, which was extremely terrifying.

"You...what are you!"

"Go to hell!"

They endured disgust and nausea, and smashed their trembling fists into each other's faces.

Struggled together.

Suddenly, in the small side hall, the sound of clinking, clinking, breaking of cups and cups could be heard one after another.

"It's an illusion!"

"How could there be such a real illusion?"

Qin Zhongming and Qin Zhongyin looked at each other, and found that each other's faces had become ferocious, and they both frowned.

After all, they are Taoist-level figures of the Immortal Qin Clan, with a firm Taoist heart.

He won't be as miserable as the people in the hall.

They recalled what had just happened and were extremely surprised.

"Could it be that Qin Wenshan really has such terrifying attainments in piano music?"

"If this is the case, I'm afraid that even if he is not the Qin Saint, he is not far behind..."

"It is true that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers within our Qin clan, and there are still such young talents that are not known to everyone!"

"In this case, Qin Yu will definitely lose!"

The two of them felt a little calmer and looked happy.

He immediately spoke loudly: "Brother Wenshan, I already know your piano skills and admire them greatly. Please stop playing!"

As soon as the words fell, I thought that the illusion in front of me was almost over.

But after waiting for a while, it still didn't change.

Qin Zhongyin frowned slightly: "Could it be that the sounds made in this illusion cannot be heard by the outside world?"

"Even if others can't hear it, Qin Wenshan, as the creator of all this, shouldn't be like this anyway?"

"Why is that?"



When the two of them were guessing, Qin Wenshan, who they believed was responsible for all that happened before them, had already fallen into an almost crazy state.

He collapsed on the ground, picked up the guqin in his hand, and kept beating the air in front of him.

His eyes were full of panic, and he was mumbling: "Don't come over, don't come over..."

Snap!

The guqin was thrown hard and hit in front of Qin Zhongming.

Qin Zhongming, who was unaware of it, was hit by Qin Wenshan's full blow. He flew backwards and fell hard on the wall behind him.

"puff!"

Qin Zhongming felt pain and vomited a mouthful of blood. The scene in front of him finally returned to normal.

His eyes were filled with surprise, looking at his current posture, he didn't know what was going on.

At this moment, a figure with fangs and claws swooped up.

"I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you!" The palm filled with divine power struck Qin Zhongming's head hard.

It's like there is a blood feud.

Qin Zhongming frowned and said with an ugly face: "Presumptuous!"

clang!

The crisp sound of swords resounded, and the bright hall suddenly went dark, leaving only a bright sword light.

Swish!

Two arms shot up into the sky and then fell heavily to the ground.

Bang!

Qin Zhongming stood up, kicked the figure who fell in front of him away, cleared the dirt from his body, and looked at the figure who fell out with an unkind expression.

"Qin Wenshan?" He looked surprised.

This person is actually Qin Wenshan!

He glanced at the messy scene in the hall. People in the hall were struggling with each other, and they were inseparable.

Qin Zhongyin still sat still, clearly not coming out of the environment.

The wisps of piano music lingering in my ears have not ceased, and the chilling piano music still exists.

There was the touch of something hard under my feet, and I looked down and saw that it was the guqin that Qin Wenshan had used before.

He suddenly understood that the creator of this illusion, the owner of the piano sound... was someone else!

snort!

A cold humming sound swept out with strong divine power.

Everyone's movements froze, and they all felt the rumbling sound of the earth shaking and the mountains coming from their ears.

The lingering sound of the piano was isolated, and he suddenly woke up from the illusion.

They all had dull expressions on their faces. They looked at the forms of themselves and others, and then glanced at the scene in the hall, not knowing what was going on.

"What is this?" Qin Zhongyin stood up and looked at Qin Zhongming beside him with a questioning expression.

"Oh...oh where is my hand?"

In the center of the main hall, Qin Wenshan was rolling on the ground in pain.

Qin Zhongming struck out with a sword in anger, and the sword's intent was always eroding his wound, causing him unbearable pain.

"Someone...throw him out!"

Qin Zhongming's face became increasingly ugly when he thought of the previous scene.

This good-for-nothing, even though he was happy for nothing, he actually dared to attack him!

That’s not true!

After the words fell, several guards hurried in and took one look at the scene in front of them. They did not dare to ask any more questions and carried Qin Wenshan out, who was like a human stick.

"What's going on?" Qin Zhongyin didn't know why.

"The sound of the piano that plunged us into an illusion was not played by Qin Wenshan, but by someone else."

[Author's digression]: The author is also very helpless. He must have foreshadowing before he can write the climax. Thank you for your support!


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