"Kill it?" Zhang Yifeng said.
"Yes!" Yan Li said.
"How?" Zhang Yifeng said.
"How?" Yan Li said.
Zhang Yifeng blinked, "You said it."
"I want Vital Qi, a lot of it!" Yan Li patted his shoulder.
"No." Zhang Yifeng smiled like a fox.
"No?" Yan Li said.
"Not now," Zhang Yifeng said.
"Why not?" Yan Li said.
"I'm not from Parting Hatred Palace," Zhang Yifeng said.
"You're not a follower of Old Man Yuan?" Yan Li said.
"Not anymore," Zhang Yifeng said.
"Since when?" Yan Li said.
"Since the Seven Stars Apocalypse," Zhang Yifeng said.
"What do you want?" Yan Li said.
"Smart," Zhang Yifeng said.
"Tell me!" Yan Li said.
"What I want is complicated. You have to think it through. Once you agree, it'll be the same as bearing a debt," Zhang Yifeng said.
"What debt?" Yan Li said.
"Vengeance," Zhang Yifeng said.
"Just as I thought!" Yan Li said.
"Just as I thought!" Zhang Yifeng said.
"You didn't have any good intentions from the beginning," Yan Li said.
"From the beginning?" Zhang Yifeng said.
"From Lihen Heaven!" Yan Li said coldly.
"No choice," Zhang Yifeng said.
"No choice?" Yan Li said.
"I don't know why it chose you," Zhang Yifeng said.
"Cut the crap!" Yan Li said.
Zhang Yifeng smiled, "As long as you agree to one condition, I'll do my best to help you get through this."
"What condition?" Yan Li said.
Zhang Yifeng said, "One day, I'll bring Lihen Heaven to the ruins of Dragon Emperor Dynasty."
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"Do you think I'll say 'no problem' so easily?" Yan Li said.
"Of course you can think about it," Zhang Yifeng said, "but time waits for no man."
"You're taking advantage of me!" Yan Li said.
Zhang Yifeng shrugged. "The price is clearly marked and there is no deceit."
"Kill them!" Lotus' cold voice resounded once again.
The four men from the Fengtian Sect pounced forward again and executed all kinds of divine abilities. It was as though they knew that this was the last moment.
The black sandstorm that Fu Jian had turned into was like a Black Dragon King descending upon the world. Those with weaker cultivations would be turned into skeletons the moment they came into contact with it. He could be considered a terrifying murderous demon king.
Shen Tun pounced on Ji Hyun-woon, as if he couldn't swallow him.
Profound light interweaved around the lotus, contending against the omnipresent Institute of Sound. She surveyed the entire battlefield and gave orders.
"Lian Lian Lian Lian Yan Yan Yan Yifeng," Yan Lian Lian, "Yan Lian," Lian. The surface of his body immediately turned an unnatural blood red. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Yan Li.
"So annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying …"
The earth trembled. Even at the moment of the apocalypse, there was still such a commotion.
The power of fission increased by several times. The earth split apart. Even the platform that held the Primordial Melody was splitting apart.
"I agree!" Yan Li got rid of all his hesitation.
If the Primordial Lost Sound was destroyed, then everything would truly be over.
"Too late." Zhang Yifeng shook his head as he saw the cracks spreading towards the Primordial Melody.
Ji Hyun-woon barely resisted Shen Tun. When he realized the Primordial Melody was about to be destroyed, he felt gloomy.
"Sorry, I'm late."
At this time, a sweet voice sounded. The fragrance of peach blossoms assaulted their nostrils. Soon after, they saw something falling from the sky. It looked like a carpet that stretched between heaven and earth.
When they looked carefully, it was actually countless peach blossoms.
A few peach blossoms circled above the platform and interweaved to form a peerless beauty. Her beautiful face was glossy and smooth like a flawless white jade. Her beautiful eyes were filled with the calmness of being able to remain calm even in the face of a raging storm. Such a pair of eyes, as long as they looked at a person, they would be able to give them unlimited power.
"Zhi Kite." Yan Li called out quietly.
Ji Zhiyuan glanced at Yan Li. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of doubt. She took out her Rain Linglin. As it spun, it released hundreds of strands of energy, suppressing the fission power and preventing it from spreading.
"It's you!" Vulture finally recognized the identity of this person. He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you the new owner of the Rain Linglin? Congratulations, you're also on my must-kill list!"
"Let's begin." Yan Li slowly closed his eyes.
"You're so relaxed?" Zhang Yifeng smiled and placed his hand on Yan Li's shoulder.
"She's much stronger than me." Yan Li suddenly felt a faint pain in his right arm. Even without opening his eyes, he knew that the "Primordial Imprint" on his arm had suddenly extended into strips of tattoos. Every strip was stretched perfectly straight, like the strings of a zither. They were connected to his five fingers. Suddenly, something seemed to have appeared in his mind.
"Isn't it just an immortal tool?" Zhang Yifeng said.
It was an ancient zither. Impressively, it looked like the Primordial Lost Sound.
Compared to before, his understanding of this Gu Se was suddenly as clear as the back of his hand, as if he knew his own body. Fine control in exchange for fine intonation. At this moment, every note could be played flawlessly.
A strong sense of confidence arose spontaneously.
"Her strength has nothing to do with the immortal tool. Strength is strength. It doesn't mix with other factors." He muttered. "If I have to say it, she was born to be a strong person."
"It's time for you guys to show your worth!"
He suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he repeatedly strummed the strings with his left and right hands. "Zheng zheng", irregular sound waves shot out and contended with the scriptures the Great Buddha was chanting.
Only an invisible force could be countered by an invisible force.
The pressure on the Martyr's Palace was greatly reduced after the Sanskrit Chant was suppressed by the sound waves. Heroic spirits of all shapes and sizes emerged from the pillars, platforms, pavilions, buildings, halls, eaves, tiles, railings, paths, flowers, lakes, fake mountains, and even the underground of Lihen Palace.
Some were generals, some were scholars, some were officials, some were butchers, some were peddlers, and some were vagabonds. They only had one thing in common, and that was that their heroic spirits didn't dissipate. They carried an awe-inspiring aura of righteousness.
The Martyr's Palace covered the entire Parting Hatred Palace.
"Come and help me!" Yan Li let out a roar.
Perhaps sensing his intentions, the heroic spirits all soared into the sky.
"Devastatingly beautiful, for all of you!"
The disorderly sound waves suddenly changed into a "ding". Only a single sound could be heard, but it was incomparably soul-stirring. It was as if the heroic spirit of 'succeed or die for a righteous cause' rose in everyone's hearts. It was solemn, stirring, and impassioned.
It was only a single sound, but it caused everyone to feel a surge of emotions.
Then, an indescribably beautiful "ding dong, dong dong dong ding ding …" flowed out like flowing water.
All the heroic spirits obeyed Yan Li's will and turned into swords.
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