The Heavenly Lord Fu's body was surrounded by a green light, which was like thousands of mirrors reflecting light, blocking the aggressive flute sound.
Chu Bi Rou was prepared for this. She used the Sound Seeking Formula to change the pitch of the flute. The flute sound turned sharp and high pitched, merging with the flute sound that was returning angrily.
The high-spirited spirit in the Music of Qin King Breaking Through the Battle Array was also released. It carried the jade dragon to die for the king, and it would not return until it had broken through the Loulan.
Although Zi Wei, Xu Lianghu, Luo Laisheng, Northgate Chuixue, and the rest of the onlookers had long been in awe, they still felt the irresistible sound of the flute invading their Knowledge Seas. Their Dao Hearts, which had been quietly guarding their Dao Hearts, were also shaken. They hurriedly raised their protective Zhen Qi to the peak to protect their minds.
Fu Tianjun sighed. "This is more like it. But it's a pity that the sound of the heart has deviated and the essence is not there. The appearance and shape are all inferior. "
He took out the Yaotian Guqin from his storage bag and stroked the surface of the guqin affectionately. Then he sighed again. "Although I love the old tune, there are too many people nowadays. Fortunately, there is a soulmate here. Otherwise, there would be no need to play this tune. "
Before he finished his sigh, he suddenly heard two "plop, plop!" sounds coming from the top of the Castle of Beasts. It was Han Lilan and Tian Wuyou who fell down together.
It turned out that although they had closed their eyes and ears, they still could not stop the flute sound from bewitching them. Their minds were like wild horses that had broken free of their reins. Hu Qing, who was beside them, noticed their abnormality and had no choice but to knock them out.
Luo Laisheng said, "Hong 'er, take Mr. Tian and the others to the Castle to have a good rest." He also saw Luo Yihong's difficulty in dealing with the flute sound.
Luo Yihong nodded and led the way. Mount Akina carried Tian Wuyou and Han Lilan, two people, in large strides, heading toward the Ya Yun Pavilion of the Castle of Fierce Beasts to temporarily take shelter.
When they returned to Mount Akina, they saw that Fu Tianjun was already sitting cross-legged on the ground as if he was sitting alone. He seemed to have forgotten himself and was concentrating on the strings of the zither. His fingers were strumming with emotion, but because of the sound of the flute, they couldn't hear what he was playing.
Mount Akina was astonished and thought to herself, Why doesn't Fu Tianjun's zither sound contain any Qi? Even if his cultivation is peerless, he shouldn't be so conceited.
Hu Lan was also puzzled. He secretly asked Hu Qing, "Sister, why is this Heavenly Lord Fu so weird? This duel between the guqin and the flute was called a contest of music, but in the end, it was still a contest of cultivation. Heaven Lord Fu's zither music didn't contain any spiritual energy. He was just passively taking a beating. How could he defeat Chu Bi Rou? Could it be that he still despises Chu Birou and disdains to attack her? "
Hu Qing shook her head and said, "I don't know why Mr. Fu is so indifferent. Let's wait and see."
Chu Bi Rou saw that Fu Tianjun was so conceited. He didn't hide any killing intent in his zither music, nor did he use the Ghost Nether Mystery Searching Palm. Even if she had good self-restraint, she couldn't help but feel a little angry. She thought to herself, Although my cultivation is inferior to yours, I'm also a grandmaster. You can't belittle me. It's fine if you don't respect me in your words, but you're so arrogant. Do you really think that the Wonderful Sound Sect can be bullied? Since you're so arrogant, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Driven by anger, the Teacher of the Way of the King raised the Flag of Mourning for the People and Punishing the Sinners. Vast and mighty, he forged every sound of the flute into the sharpest divine sword and surrounded Fu Tianjun righteously.
This wasn't the sound of a flute. This was clearly the sound of surging waves with nowhere to escape. This was clearly the sound of a courier track traveling in all directions without any distance. This was clearly the sound of a sword overturning the universe. No space in the world could escape from the sound of the flute. No corner of the human heart could resist the sound of the flute.
However, Fu Tianjun couldn't feel the terrifying and turbulent sound of the flute. He was playing the zither as if no one was present. He was speaking his mind as if no one was present.
No matter how big the world was, no matter how many idle people there were, there was only him and the flute when playing the zither.
The Ghost Nether Divine Art was a top-notch cultivation method. However, Fu Tianjun's mind was immersed in the sound of the zither. He even forgot to use his Real Qi. It was a pity that his Real Qi, which was used to protect his master, couldn't resist the fierce attack of the Master of the Wonderful Sound Sect's Tenfold Sound Seeking Spell even though he had tried his best. It didn't take long for him to die with regret.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Fu Tianjun's entire body was hit by the sound of the flute. It was as if he was playing a copper pipa. He was like an iron horse and a golden spear. However, he was as calm as Mount Tai. His facial expression didn't change. He was only focused on playing the zither. He didn't feel the pain of his injuries, nor did he feel the urgency of an imminent crisis. He was immersed in a selfless world.
Chu Bi Rou's heart trembled. "Fu Tianjun's foundation is very deep! He was attacked by my 'Eight Notes Dragon Taming'. But, he still acted as if nothing had happened. Good. Even if it's an unfair victory, I will still defeat you. "
Taking advantage of Fu Tianjun's unguarded state, the sound of the flute chased after him. It was like a surging tide, hitting Fu Tianjun's proud body again and again.
Except for Zhao Yun, Hu Lan didn't care about the other men. However, seeing Fu Tianjun not make a sound under the attack of the flute, sword, and saber, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She whispered to Hu Qing, "Sister, why did Fu Tianjun suddenly become stupid? He has such a high cultivation, but he didn't fight back. I really don't understand him. "
Hu Qing didn't seem to hear anything. She was in a daze and didn't answer.
Hu Lan couldn't help but pull Hu Qing's arm and shake it. She said angrily, "Sister!"
Hu Qing came back to her senses and said softly, "Fu Tianjun didn't become stupid. He is really obsessed with music, just like Langjun is obsessed with swords. He is now playing the Celestial Song wholeheartedly. He has no time to care about winning or losing. "
"Celestial Song? Sister, what are you talking about? "
Hu Lan asked, "Why? Didn't you hear the song he played?"
Hu Lan shook her head blankly. She couldn't help but glance at Ye Zhi. She was even more surprised. "That old woman Chu Birou's flute is so loud that it covered the sound of the zither. I can't hear a single sound of the zither. Why do all of you sound like you heard him playing the zither? "
Hu Qing said with certainty, "Don't worry. I believe you will hear it soon."
Under the continuous attack of the flute, Fu Tianjun's consciousness was unharmed. However, his body was gradually getting injured. It seemed like he was going to vomit blood and die in the next moment.
Chu Birou didn't understand why Fu Tianjun didn't go all out to kill. She prayed that Fu Tianjun would continue to be in a daze so that she could subdue him and complete her great task.
While Chu Birou was in a perturbed state, she suddenly heard a "zheng" sound.
This sound was so sudden that it didn't enter her ears. Instead, it came directly from her heart. It was like a seed that was buried in the soil. It quietly survived the winter and when spring came, it would naturally sprout.
Chu Birou couldn't help but be shocked. Her delicate hand that was holding the iron flute also trembled. She realized that something was wrong. She quickly restrained her thoughts and concentrated on playing the iron flute.
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The sound of the zither in Chu Birou's heart became clearer and clearer. Finally, it connected into a cold tune and finally blossomed uncontrollably.
The "Music of King Qin Breaking the Array" that flew out from the iron flute seemed to have been reborn. It turned from anger to sadness and coldness. For a moment, it fell into an unknown mysterious realm.
This sound was no longer the "Music of King Qin Breaking the Array". It wasn't even the sound of the flute.
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