"Dong … …"
The sound of a zither came from the mountain.
It was sonorous and powerful, hitting the heart.
At this moment, there was no sound at all.
In Chen Dao Ming's mind, the pain of his soul tearing disappeared.
There was an indescribable comfort in the whole person.
The surrounding spiritual energy slowly poured into his body, repairing his injuries.
The black-robed man also stood in the same place, and the ghost mask penetrated the color of panic.
"Who is it?! Who broke my Great Soul Control Technique? "
The black-robed man roared, but found that his voice could not come out.
This side of the world seemed to become a vacuum.
"This … … this is impossible! I don't believe it! "
The black-robed man picked up the flute, mobilized the power in his body, and continued to play it.
"… …"
However, it was useless, and the flute did not make a sound.
"Dong … …"
The sound of the zither continued to sound.
A picture scroll was spread out flat.
Thousands of horses galloped, and thousands of troops fought.
The battle intent billowed, sweeping the world.
"Hua hua … …"
The bodies of those pitch-black freaks seemed to have been cut open by thousands of threads, turning into pus that flowed in all directions.
This scene directly scared the black-robed man to the spot.
"How could it be?!"
The black-robed man kept shaking his head, scared silly.
"Clang clang … …"
The sound of the ancient zither became more rapid and compact.
Every sound was passionate, stirring, and gripping to the heart.
A ripple that could not be seen by the naked eye, centered on the mountainside, spread around.
These ripples were like thousands of troops and horses, killing in all directions.
The killing intent shrouded the nine heavens and ten earths.
All of a sudden, it wrapped Chen Dao Ming and the black-robed man.
"So comfortable!"
Chen Dao Ming closed his eyes and felt it quietly.
The surrounding spiritual energy became rapid, rushing like a tsunami, drilling into his body.
The injuries on his body were completely recovered.
His strength was rapidly increasing.
"Ah!"
The black-robed man's performance was completely different.
He screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and fell like a dog eating mud.
Every sound of the zither seemed to cut his soul, and he screamed in pain again and again.
"Hum … …"
The sound of the zither changed, from rapid to slow.
The picture changed.
Spring breeze, warm sun.
On the green grass, a group of family members lay lazily on the ground, bathing in the sun.
It looked very comfortable.
Chen Dao Ming's heart was like still water, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"Ah, no …"
The black-robed man clutched his head and fell to the ground, screaming miserably.
The black aura on his body quickly dispersed and evaporated into nothingness.
His body gradually turned into black ashes and disappeared from the world.
All that was left was a pitch-black skeleton.
"Clang!"
The demon mask fell to the ground.
The skull was ferocious and terrifying, filled with unwillingness.
Chen Dao Ming still stood in the same place, feeling all this.
The music stopped.
The sound lingered in the air.
Suddenly.
"Buzz …"
Chen Dao Ming opened his eyes, and his aura soared.
"He broke through!"
He clenched his fists, his body trembling with excitement.
He had been stuck at the Qi Condensation realm for two years, unable to make any progress.
Who would have thought that listening to the zither would allow him to break through to Foundation Establishment?
He scanned his Dantian with his consciousness and revealed an excited expression.
"This … With such a huge Dantian, my talent has increased by several times! He is invincible in the same realm! "
"Who is it? Not only can it help me break through, but it can also strengthen my talent! "
"This method is shocking! Senior's kindness, I must go and thank him! "
Chen Dao Ming nodded secretly and made a decision.
His eyes swept to where the black-robed man was, and he couldn't help but look sluggish.
"Dead?"
Chen Dao Ming walked to the skeleton, looking surprised.
"Aren't you awesome? Come on, hurt each other! "
He lifted his foot and kicked fiercely.
"Boom!"
The skeleton cracked, turned into black ash, and scattered around.
"So brittle?"
"Killing a Nascent Soul evil cultivator is like slaughtering a chicken!"
"Such an expert's method is incredible!"
"Is it possible that the person playing the zither is a Soul Formation expert? No, it must be more than that, maybe a Void Transformation realm master!"
"Oh my God, next to this Great Demon Mountain Range, there is such a powerful person hidden!"
"If I can form a good relationship with a powerful person, I'm afraid …"
At this point, Chen Dao Ming's heart beat violently.
He took a few deep breaths, carried the long saber on his back, and walked up the mountain.
A small stream meandered up.
The clear stream hit the stones and gave off a curling mist.
This mist enveloped the peach blossom forest, like a fairyland.
"Hoo … …"
A breeze blew, with a faint peach blossom fragrance, smelling it, the whole body was comfortable.
"There is such a scenery!"
"The place where the powerful person lives is really unusual!"
"When I see the powerful person later, I must be respectful and must not offend him!"
Chen Dao Ming murmured, constantly warning himself.
… …
… …
Sun Hao looked at the ancient zither with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Just now, he played a song and got more than a dozen blessing points.
Playing the ancient zither can get blessing points, presumably other skills can also get blessing points.
"It's so easy to get blessing points, it seems that there is no need to go down the mountain."
"It's too dangerous to go down the mountain. With my mortal body, I'm afraid I won't live long."
"I must get the blessing points as soon as possible, get the supreme physique, and then go down the mountain to find a sect to cultivate! Let's try first, can painting get blessing points? "
Thinking like this, Sun Hao walked to the desk, spread the rice paper, and prepared to paint.
At this time.
"Excuse me, is anyone home?"
A voice came from outside the front yard.
"Someone? Is it a cultivator? "
Sun Hao was shocked, and his face showed a little fear.
In this world, strength was the law, and if there was a disagreement, people would kill.
He was a mortal, even if he was just a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm.
In front of him, he was like an ant.
Listening to his voice, it was full of vigor, and he was afraid that his cultivation was extraordinary.
Be careful, don't show your timidity.
Sun Hao walked to the front yard, opened the door, looked at the man in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned.
He saw that he had long silver hair, and behind him, a long knife.
There were several cuts on his clothes, and dried blood stains covered his whole body.
He was Chen Dao Ming.
At this moment, Chen Dao Ming also looked at Sun Hao with a blank face.
"There is no spiritual power fluctuation, well-dressed, dignified, looks like a young master of a big family!"
"Is he the powerful person who saved me?"
"Impossible! He is too young, and he is a mortal! Is he the disciple of that powerful person? "
"It must be so! In that case, you must not offend him! "
Thinking like this.
Chen Dao Ming walked to Sun Hao, bowed and clasped his fist, "Young Master, I am Chen Dao Ming! May I ask Young Master's name? "
Sun Hao was secretly shocked, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.
He put his hands behind his back, showing the appearance of an expert.
"Surname Sun, a single word Hao." Sun Hao said.
"Greetings, Young Master Sun Hao!"
Chen Dao Ming bowed deeply again.
"No need to be polite, what can I do for you?" Sun Hao asked.
"Young Master, I came here to thank Young Master's master!" Chen Dao Ming said.
Hearing this, Sun Hao was shocked.
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