He even tried to self-destruct, but found that in the sound of the piano, his spiritual power had already been stagnant, and even his spiritual consciousness was chaotic, as if he had been sunk into thick mercury, and he could not guide his dantian to explode.

"I want to die happily?" Mu Yan picked the corners of his mouth and said slowly, "Okay, I'll do something for me."

"What...what?"

Mu Yan flipped his finger and a light red paper crane appeared in his hand. "Sent to Yu Guangqun, he said that Chang Shen caught it, but he did not find the [Fire Art] on his body. Moreover, Chang Shen's cold poison attacks in his body, and he would die if he could not reach Ziyun Realm."

Cai Ji's pupils shrank slightly: "You, do you want to kill the sect leader? He is a master of the third level out of the body."

Mu Yan gently tweaked his fingers on the strings, and a sarcastic curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You just need to answer me, pass it, or not?"

The sound of the piano echoing in his ears is melodious and pleasant, but Cai Ji seemed to have heard the call from hell.

He immediately screamed loudly, "I'll pass it! I'll pass it! Please stop playing the piano!"

...

One day later.

A sword light fell from the horizon.

The huge flying sword slowly became smaller and three people walked down from above.

The surrounding air immediately filled with terrible pressure.

If there were people from Qingyun Realm here, they might have vomited blood and fell into a coma at this time.

These three people are Yu Guangqun and his two confidants.

One is out of the body and the two are at the peak of the Nascent Souls.

In the entire Qingyun Realm, how many people have ever seen such a high-level monk?

A thin man next to Yu Guangqun reached out and fanned his nose, saying disgusted: "The place where the waste is gathering is even disgusting."

"Haha, this is Qingyun Realm after all, with mixed spiritual energy and no God Refining Cliff, so how can it be compared with our Ziyun Realm? But we just come here to take away the bastard of the Chang family... Speaking of which, it's a big deal that Lao Sun, you were too heavy to hit the ice palm at the beginning. Ten years have passed, not to mention that the cold poison has not been cured, it's even more serious."

The thin man called Lao Sun laughed and looked quite contented.

While the three of them were walking casually, they had already arrived at the Blade of Qingyun Realm.

Looking at the empty door, Lao Sun couldn't help frowning, "Cai Ji is getting more and more aware of the fact that he knows that the sect leader is coming, but he doesn't know how to come out to greet him."

Yu Guangqun said lightly: "I don't have to worry about these common etiquettes. This time, as long as I can get the real Flame Art, I will remember his achievements."

Thinking that the core technique of the Flame Art that he had been thinking about for more than ten years was about to fall into his hands. From then on, his cultivation level could improve by leaps and bounds.

A hot light burst out from Yu Guangqun's eyes.

At this moment, a melodious music slowly rang out from the flame gate.

The sound of the piano is like crying and complaining, sometimes lingering and sad, sometimes thrilling and then exciting.

But no matter what the tone is, the sound of the piano is as pleasant as the sound of nature, almost immersing them in it and unable to extricate themselves.

However, as he listened, Yu Guangqun realized that something was wrong.

"Oh no! Quickly block your ears! The assistant musician is playing the piano!"

And the negative aids that this piano sound is used on them.

When Yu Guangqun shouted, both hall masters realized something was wrong and gathered their ears to block their hearing.

But it was still one step late after all.

They found that their spiritual power, which was originally operative, was like being poured with lead.

"What's going on? Someone ambushed us?"
Chapter completed!