it seems that......

It sounds like hell singing.

hiss!

With such a feeling, everyone's fear became even more intense, Ling Tian hummed softly: "Three rings of the King of Hell!"

While roaring, Ling Tian twirled his fingers and played the piano.

at once.

A sound like thunder surged out in an instant, the domineering sound contained supreme killing intent.

As the sound of the piano penetrates the body.

The souls of all the powerful people present were trembling. Even someone as strong as Fang Zheng felt a surge of breath in his body: "The long-lost three songs of the King of Hell? Is there really someone who can play it?"

When Fang Zheng was astonished, Ling Tian's fingers became faster and faster. In just a blink of an eye, Ling Tian's fingers were the only ones on the strings that kept moving, following the fluctuations of his fingertips.

There was a continuous sound of chilling at the scene.

The sound of the piano penetrates the heart.

The weak cultivators in the Heavenly Temple vomited blood one after another, their eyes instantly turned blood red, they were hit by the murderous weapon in their hands, and without saying a word, they slashed at their companions.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

The killing suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes. The Jinxiu Pavilion and Qiyao Sect coalition stopped and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. The guards of the Tianshen Temple were just a distraction.

Most of them died tragically at the hands of their own people.

hiss!

Fang Zheng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "Oh my god, what on earth happened?"

"wrong."

Fang Zheng shook his head. Listening to the music, even he felt a sense of killing, and his heart trembled: "This music has the effect of confusing the mind?"

"Everyone cover their ears!"

Fang Zheng growled.

The power of the God Sovereign made everyone at the scene temporarily awake. They covered their ears and cut off their hearing. Ling Tian sneered: "What's the use of covering your ears in front of the King of Hell?"

A question.

Ling Tian's movements became even more urgent, and he repeatedly plucked the strings. Only a cold and murderous aura could be heard from the scene, and everyone's hearts were trembling even more. Facing the Three Songs of the King of Hell, they were in their hearts.

There was only a sense of helplessness.

The pleasure of killing is lingering.

Fang Zheng saw that the killing was difficult to stop, and his eyes became gloomy for an unprecedented moment: "Little bastard, I will kill you today."

Between growls.

The murderous intention aroused.

Fang Zheng raised his hand and pointed at Ling Tian in front of him. The Wuhen Sword rushed out in an instant, forcing Ling Tian away. Facing the Wuhen killing, Ling Tian coldly snorted: "Back off."

As soon as his big hand touched the strings of the piano, the sound of the piano suddenly turned into sword light, instantly blocking the traceless power.

Poof!

Ling Tian felt his heart tremble. The power of the god penetrated his whole body, and blood continued to overflow. There was already blood above the tiger's mouth, and even his eyes were bloody.

It seemed like it was about to collapse.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zheng said: "Boy, you have reached your limit. Let me see how you can continue to be so unbridled!"

Watch the timing.

Fang Zheng takes action.

Yun Hai and others gathered together in an instant, rushed out in the blink of an eye, and attacked Ling Tian with several attacks. With such an attack, Ling Tian would definitely die. Lin Wanyun didn't have time to think too much, and clasped her fingers.

Strengthen the lotus shadow.

Liu Zhongtian also murmured softly: "Is it going to end like this?"

As soon as everyone's thoughts dropped, they saw a stream of light from the sky, falling to the ground in an instant, and the stream of light penetrated the ground. Another three-foot crack appeared on the ground at the scene. The terrifying sword energy brought up the domineering smoke, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

A long sword.

Enter the battle circle upside down!

Seeing the long sword, Mu Heixing exclaimed for a moment: "It's Qinghong Sword, could it be that girl Hongxue?"

The words fell for a moment.

The overbearing poem reappeared at the scene: "What can I express my feelings through the ages, but I am more powerful than Cheng Hong? I don't care about success or failure, but I fight for right and wrong. What is accomplished is accomplished. No one can compare with it!"
Chapter completed!