In the face of Lu Feng's murderous intent, Lin Tian remained unmoved. His expression was calm, as if he did not sense it at all.
He casually plucked a leaf from the observation tree next to him.
At this moment, the violent air seemed to have quieted down. It was as if time had stopped.
In the air, the few invisible warriors who were originally swift and fierce also stopped in their tracks at this moment.
Everyone was confused. They did not know what had happened.
Lu Feng frowned. Then, he sped up the rhythm of the flute. The sound of the flute was melodious and surging, giving people the illusion that it was a joyful revenge.
In the next moment, a hoarse voice that seemed to have come from countless years ago and had experienced the vicissitudes of time slowly drifted out. It instantly drowned out Lu Feng's sound of the flute.
At this moment, there was only one sound in the Zither Tower.
Everyone was immersed in it.
Some people seemed to see the back of a lonely figure in this sound. He slowly walked towards the sky. Then, the nine heavens shook and the ten lands collapsed.
Some people also saw a blood-stained ancient land. There were legendary immortals roaring and gods roaring. White bones piled up like mountains.
On the mountain of bones sat a young man in white. His face could not be seen, but people could see that when he raised his hand, there were people screaming and people dying.
His methods were so terrifying that it made people's scalps tingle.
Xiao Hei was also immersed in this ancient sound. What it saw was a young man in white standing on a dark green demonic dragon and rushing into the ancestral land of the Demon Race.
Then, Xiao Hei saw a terrifying Golden-winged Roc soaring into the sky and roaring.
However, Xiao Hei felt a tremor in this roar.
The young man in white immediately attacked. The two of them rushed into the sky. Xiao Hei could not see the scene of the battle clearly. It only saw that after a few breaths, the Golden-winged Roc with a long and terrifying aura was nailed to the ground by the young man in white with a long spear. The Golden-winged Roc struggled with all its might, but it could not escape.
In the end, the white-clothed youth chopped off one of the Golden-Winged Roc's wings and roasted it together with the demonic dragon under it.
Xiao Hei could not help but wipe the cold sweat off her forehead in a human-like manner.
Although Xiao Hei was unable to clearly see the white-clothed young man's face, she knew that he was her Playboy.
As for the Golden-winged Great Roc, it was the ancestor of the Roc Clan — Jin Wanjian.
Yue Qingying saw another scene.
She saw a white-clothed young man carrying a little girl in his arms and then leading a young man carrying a basket as they slowly walked into the depths of the mountain.
They traveled all over the world in search of medicine and experienced many terrifying scenes.
Perhaps it was because the picture he saw was too one-sided.
Therefore, Yue Qingying did not recognize these places. She only saw a familiar scene — the Ten Thousand Corpse Ancient Lands.
This was the strangest forbidden land among the Nine Heavens' Ten Great Forbidden Lands.
It was rumored that immortals and gods were buried there. No one knew if it was true or not. In any case, not many people in the world dared to go there.
The higher one's cultivation, the stronger one's strength, and the more one would be wary of such a place.
Yue Qingying did not expect that this group of people would actually go there.
Just as she was about to find out what had happened after they went in, the scene changed to another scene.
Lin Muyu was more innocent. The scene she saw was also very simple.
It was a lonely mountain peak. A white-clothed youth sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain. Although she could not see his face, Lin Muyu could feel his sadness.
There was a purple-gold gourd beside the youth's table. There seemed to be an endless amount of wine in it. He drank one cup after another. In the end, he seemed to be drunk. He shakily picked up a withered yellow leaf that had fallen beside him. Then, he put it to his mouth and leisurely blew into it.
The melody was very calm and had a strong penetrating power. It carried a trace of loneliness and endless longing. It penetrated through the ages and entered Lin Muyu's ears.
Unknowingly, Lin Muyu's eyes were wet. She did not know what she saw or what she felt.
She just felt an inexplicable heartache and wanted to cry.
The scene Lu Feng saw was the most terrifying.
He saw the sun and moon shatter, and the stars fall.
He also saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the ferocious faces of the gods.
These scenes were so real that he could not tell whether it was real or not. He almost went crazy. The flute in his hand was crushed by him.
After a long while, Lin Tian flicked his finger. The leaves slowly floated away, and then shattered in the air and scattered on the ground. The sound finally stopped.
Everyone panted heavily and retreated from the scene they saw.
Many among them were powerless and powerless as they fell to the ground. Their eyes were lifeless. The impact of the scene from earlier was simply too great.
Many people could not bear it.
Even their Dao Heart had collapsed.
Yue Qingying saw a relatively mild scene, but it made it difficult for her to calm down. She could not recover for a long time, and her face was full of shock.
Lin Muyu, on the other hand, was still crying.
Xiao Hei was even more so. Although she heard Lin Tian mention this matter, when she saw the scene with her own eyes, she could not help but tremble in fear.
After all, their ancestor was a true Great Emperor.
Moreover, he was the kind of Great Emperor who was known for his offensive power.
But such a person could not last more than a few breaths in Lin Tian's hands. It could be seen how terrifying this young master was at his peak.
"You lost..."
Lin Tian looked at Lu Feng, whose eyes were still filled with fear, and said slowly. His voice broke the silence of the Zither Tower.
Everyone gradually came to their senses.
"That was not music at all. It was a demonic art, a demonic art!!!"
Lu Feng roared in disbelief. His voice was trembling. It was obvious that it was the aftereffects of the previous battle.
"Haha, if you say it's a demonic art, then so be it. I won anyway."
Lin Tian shrugged. He was too lazy to explain. He waved at Yue Qingying and Lin Muyu. "What are you two waiting for? Go."
"You're not allowed to leave!"
Lu Feng saw this and immediately got up to block Lin Tian. He felt that if he let Lin Tian leave like this today, it would be too embarrassing.
"What do you want?"
Seeing Lu Feng continue to pester him, Lin Tian's face showed a trace of impatience.
"The previous battle does not count. Let's compete again. This time, you must use a proper instrument."
"What if I don't compete?"
"Don't compete?"
Hearing Lin Tian's words, Lu Feng sneered and said, "It's fine if you don't compete. As long as you kneel in front of me today and kowtow to me three times, I will let you go."
Lu Feng crossed his arms and looked at Lin Tian with contempt.
He believed that since this coward cowered once, it meant that his background was not as good as his, and he would definitely cower a second time.
Therefore, Lu Feng did not feel any pressure when he forced him.
However, he did not know that his actions were the beginning of his death.
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