Chapter 4314
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Li Weiran pauses for a moment, then suddenly removes the red silk covering his face.
His icy blue eyes stare unblinkingly at the girl playing the zither in front of him, almost holding his breath.
The silver moon slowly appears behind the girl, illuminating the entire night like it's daytime.
The wind gently blows his clothes and long hair, even the red silk in his hand flutters violently.
Li Weiran takes a deep breath, his expression solemn.
What kind of energy is that?
Vigorous, vast, and graceful. Sometimes, it was as silent as the air, causing one to be unable to sense it. Sometimes, it was like a surging tide that assaulted one's face.
What Li Weiran finds most unbelievable is that.
This energy is actually attacking, devouring, and even purifying the [Power of the Curse] around it.
There's actually a kind of energy in this world that can truly restrain the [Power of the Curse].
Although it's still so weak, it's never been heard of before.
Shen Musician!
Is this the Shen Musician that made the entire Xiuxian Continent tremble with fear a thousand years ago?
Are all Shen Musicians so powerful, or is it only this girl in front of him who's special?
Along with the melodious sound of the zither, the silver moon is beautiful.
The spacious and silent Martial Arts Arena gradually changed.
A temple appears here.
Shabby, simple and old, it's different from any of the richly ornamented and luxurious palaces in the Demon Palace.
A vague and hazy voice gradually comes from the temple.
"Jun Shang, everything this old servant did was for your own good!"
Mu Yan knows she's succeeded.
She broke the independent space isolated by the [Power of the Curse].
Her mind suddenly loosens, she can no longer hold on and spits out a mouthful of blood.
Li Weiran slowly walks over, squats in front of her, looks at her like she's a monster, and asks hoarsely: "Jun Mu Yan, who are you?"
Mu Yan is too lazy to pay attention to him.
Her pale and bloodstained face shows a long-lost happy smile.
Because just at the moment when she broke the [Curse Barrier], she heard a familiar voice that she hadn't heard in a long time.
"Jun Mu Yan, do you want to die?"
"Shen Musician is only level seven, yet you dare to use the level ten [Smoke God Finger]."
"I only slept for a few months, what did you do?! And what the hell is this place? "
If it weren't for Li Weiran watching, Mu Yan would have almost screamed.
But she's so excited that she can't control her expression. "Qi Huang, you finally woke up?"
Ever since that day on the floating island, Qi Huang killed Ning Xu and revealed his split personality, he has been sleeping.
Then, many things happened.
It's only a few months since Qi Huang's slumber.
But Mu Yan is in a trance, feeling that she has been separated from her own Artifact Spirit for centuries.
The World Destroying Half Soul in Little Martial Uncle's body was the other half of Seven Brilliance's Divine Soul.
Did Qi Huang know what happened after that?
The hand that Muyan is pressing on the Tian Mo Qin trembles slightly.
She had too many questions she wanted to ask. She had too much pain of being separated by life and death that she wanted to confide in Qi Huang, and she could only confide in Qi Huang.
Muyan has always felt that she had to bear the greatest responsibility for Little Martial Uncle's death.
This was because Little Martial Uncle had gone through the mortal world and suffered all the sufferings in the world. He even broke his meridians in despair and died because of Qi Huang's half soul.
Seven Brilliance was her Artifact Spirit, a "brat" whom she had long acknowledged as family.
If Qi Huang owed Little Martial Uncle something, then it was equivalent to her owing Little Martial Uncle something.
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