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The moon hangs in the blue sky, the crimson stream flows quietly, and the breeze blows the grass by the river.

In the underground palace, most of them were monks who had participated in the killing of dragons on the banks of the Red River, as well as monks who had escaped from the ice cave, and very few of them could enter through other passages.

The monks entered through the teleportation array, scattered all over the palace.

When a ferocious giant shadow appeared and blocked the moon, the quiet and clear night was instantly broken.

Regardless of whether the monks were fighting for treasures, collecting spirit herbs, cooking beast meat, drawing talismans, or meditating to rest, recover their spiritual energy, or be lazy, they all felt the violent vibration from the night sky at almost the same moment.

"It's coercion!" Meng Heze shouted, "Defensive formation!"

During the rest, the monks of Qianqu's team immediately stood up and surrounded them, forming a nearly circular formation.

The monks who are best at defense stand in the outer circle, supporting all kinds of defensive magic weapons, the monks who are good at fighting stand behind them, and the weakest healing monks gather in the innermost.

Cultivator Qianqu is mainly the former disciples of Huawei Sect's outer sect, and his aptitude is limited. Except for Meng Heze Jichen, there is no young monk who can truly be called a "genius".

However, Qianqu’s resources are average, and the disciples are allowed to choose the appropriate development direction. They don’t have to worry about spirit stones or part-time jobs. There are also various classics and exercises in the library that can be read at any time, and they can regularly ask Song Qianji for answers.

Therefore, the Qianqu team has both offense, defense, medicine, talismans, and arrays, and complete means. It seems to be the most balanced casual repair team, and it has more tacit understanding and cohesion than the casual repair team.

Between the wings of the giant shadow in the sky, a hurricane was rolled up, and it scraped across the ground like a steel knife, kicking up a layer of soil.

In the strong wind, the trees toppled down, the grass leaves turned into fine powder, flying all over the sky, and were sucked into the belly of the beast by the strong air current.

"What kind of monster is this, the coercion is so powerful!"

"No, it's about to open its mouth again!"

"Roar!"

The roar of the beast was like rolling thunder, shaking the monks' ears and chest tightness, blood rushing to the top of their heads.

The low-ranking cultivator instantly bled from his mouth and nose, became dizzy, and his legs felt weak.

The monks in the underground palace fled in all directions, only the two teams of Qianqu and Mobei were in a stable formation, resisting the hurricane and the roar of beasts, like stubborn reefs in a stormy sea.

The ferocious beast opened its mouth like a bottomless abyss.

Countless birds sprang out from the forest, as if they were attracted by some kind of force, they quickly flew towards its mouth.

The black flock of birds covered the sky and covered the sky, throwing themselves into the net and being buried in the belly of the beast.

It roared again, as if it felt that the taste of the bird was too bad to swallow, and swooped down to the ground.

There is no error in Wuxiang's painstaking calculations.He had already seen Song Qianji's method of breaking the situation in the battle of destroying Jiao on the bank of the Red River, so he would not give him a second chance to use the same method to solve the dilemma.

Song Qianji knew this well.

Centipedes are dead but not stiff.Although this chaos has been dormant for a long time and is no longer at its peak, it can suppress most of the monks in the underground palace just by its own coercion.

It will be hungry and devour most of the living things in the underground palace until it is full.

A giant shadow at the same height as the moon descended rapidly, and the underground palace was covered by the coercion of fierce beasts, shrouded in the shadow of death.

At this moment, a familiar voice descended from the sky, piercing the hurricane:

"This beast is Chaos, immediately give up the fight and stay away from the plain."

"Quickly get away from the plain—"

The sound echoed endlessly.

"It's Senior Xuehe's voice, it's saved!"

"Listen to the seniors, let's go!"

The monks who had gone through the battle of killing the dragons did not hesitate to follow their words, and used all their means to escape quickly.

Song Qianji affixed the sound amplifier not to allow everyone to fight together, but to allow people to evacuate quickly and leave a large plain.

Affected by Wuxiang's self-detonation, his magic robe shattered and his hair bun fell apart.

Everyone looked at the sky, and saw a figure volleying in the sky, facing the beast.

His figure was even smaller in the hurricane, only the size of an eye of a ferocious beast.

But he was not afraid at all, and his ink hair was flying like a god and demon descending into the world.

A group of casual cultivators who had no time to retreat were swept up in the air by the hurricane, unable to resist, they flew towards the beast's mouth uncontrollably.

"My life is over!"

"This kind of death, the death is not clear, it is too useless!"

As soon as the thought of despair flashed across, the fierce beast suddenly heard a scream, closed its bloody mouth, flapped its wings and turned away.

A box hit the most vulnerable tip of its nose hard, and it flew away with one blow, and quickly returned to the hands of the comer.

All the loose cultivators escaped from the animal's mouth, barely able to see the face of the visitor.

"This senior looks familiar, no, isn't this Song Xun!"

"It is indeed Song Xun!"

I saw a small stone flying out of the treasure box opened in "Song Xun".

An extremely powerful aura flowed out, and the space collision caused violent turbulence.

The stone grew rapidly, and everyone on the ground squinted to see clearly that what flew out was not a stone, but a hill.

The clouds and smoke on the mountain, the lush flowers and plants in the mountain, the hanging spring and the waterfall are all vivid in my mind.

Yamagata swelled against the wind, pressing straight towards the beast!

Enraged, the ferocious beast swung its claws, tearing apart the night like lightning.

It is huge, and the mountains are even bigger.It roared ferociously, and the mountain came even more fiercely.

Such a domineering majestic and shocking magical method, the young monk has only heard of it in legends, and it is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

A disciple of the sect shouted: "There is a painting of Chunshan in the box! He is Song Qianji!"

"It's Senior Brother Song!" Meng Heze said excitedly.

Disciple Qianqu looked up at the sky, excited, his blood welling up.

"Let's help senior brother!" Ji Chen said anxiously.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded: "Huachun Mountain has not been refined by Song Qianji, it is difficult to distinguish the enemy from us, don't go up and add chaos!"

"You—" Ji Chen was dissatisfied, but turned around and saw an acquaintance.

The Mobei team is not far from them.

The leader, Wei Zhenyu, had a very bad complexion, as if he was being scorched by flames and was enduring pain.

He looked at the sky, and the huge Huachun Mountain, fierce beasts and small figures were reflected in his eyes, and there was a faint fire flickering in his eyes.

After Wuxiang blew himself up, Song Qianji used Huachun Mountain without hesitation. He knew in his heart that if he thought about it and delayed for half a minute, the underground palace would be filled with blood.

As soon as Hua Chunshan comes out, his true identity will inevitably be exposed.

But he has no better choice.

Instead of being threatened by Wuxiang and seeking skin from a tiger, he would rather take other risks.

"boom--"

Huachun Mountain strongly suppressed Chaos, smashing into the center of the plain with a mighty force, creating a deep hole.

Chaos was suppressed down the mountain, four-winged and six-legged movements were difficult, and he was driven mad, opening his mouth and roaring.

The foundation of Huachun Mountain was unstable, shaking violently, rocks rolling down, and dust flying.

Smoke and dust filled the air for a radius of twenty miles.

The slightly lower cultivator covered his ears with a painful expression on his face.

Song Qianji stood on the top of Huachun Mountain, his heart sank.It is worthy of being the mount that accompanies the ancestor of Xuehe to traverse the world, and a Huachun mountain can't hold it down.

If it is allowed to roar like this without using half a cup of tea, the mountain will probably be shaken down.

The fierce beast is different from the auspicious beast, the former only surrenders to the strong.If you can't subdue it, you will only be swallowed by it.

Song Qianji immediately summoned Qijueqin, sat cross-legged, and swept the strings.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

The silver light of the seven strings soared, like a bright moon hanging in the sky.

The sound of the piano flowed out, like three sword cries, murderous intent arose everywhere!

The Qijueqin is the treasure of the sound path, and it is also the hard work of a powerful person.

The sound of the piano quickly spread throughout the underground palace, overshadowing the roar of the beast.

The tune is not fast, it seems to come from the distant past, melodious like a snow.

"It's snowing!" someone yelled.

In the middle of the night, Manjusri looked up at the sky, and a little coolness fell between his brows.

The moon is covered by dark clouds, and the spring wind becomes cold.

A catkin-like silver glow floated down from the night sky, and everyone was stunned, letting flakes of snowflakes fly down on them.

The sound of the piano is faint, seemingly absent, hardly audible but touching.

Da Yin Xisheng.

"The sound of the piano can move the heaven and the earth, and make the spring snow fly!"

Someone in Xianyinmen said in a daze: "This is the song of the wind and snow entering the battle, but...it's so different."

Like being struck by lightning, Miao Yan looked in the direction of Huachun Mountain, as if she couldn't hear anything.

……

Song Qianji sat alone on the top of the mountain, playing the piano with his eyes closed, seemingly lonely and unrestrained, but extremely dangerous.

After all, he is not a sound repairer, and he doesn't have a solid sound foundation.Forcibly urging the Qijueqin to the extreme, contending with the coercive roar of the beast, the surge of energy and blood was uncontrollable for a while.

Halfway through the song, chaos is suppressed by the sound of the piano, and the shaking of Huachun Mountain slows down.

Song Qianji swallowed the blood in his throat, gritted his teeth and played until the movement in the mountains completely subsided.

The silver light of the strings is dim and loses its luster.

"Qin is already injured. It seems that not only need to go to Ziyun to view Qingya, but also have to go to Xianyin Gate."

Song Qianji had a flash of thought, put away the Qijueqin, and approached the dark mountainside along the gap in the mountain.

Chaos lay on the ground, weak and violent.

It woke up from hunger for a long time, and before the gap between its teeth was filled, it was suppressed one after another by the two strongest treasures in the world.

It was angry and puzzled. It was obvious that this human cultivator had a gentle aura, like the earth and a clear spring, and was not as violent as the last person who sealed him. Why did he have such a terrifying method.

Chaos gasped for breath, his eyes flickered with hunger and fierceness, and his stomach hummed.

Eat this man!Don't spit out the bones!

It yelled at people and shouted loudly in the language of fierce beasts, and suddenly heard the terrifying man sigh:

"Even if you are really hungry, you can't eat everything. You are an ancient beast, and you can only fill your stomach with food from the same era."

This person can understand the ancient beast language?

A drop of cool water dripped on the tip of its tongue.

No, it's not cold water, it's so sweet.How can there be such a sweet thing.

A hundred times sweeter than Jingmei's blood.Chaos opened his mouth with all his might, stuck out his tongue, and swallowed greedily.

The sweet and clear spring flows into the belly, turning into a warm current, relieving the emptiness that will never be filled.

Song Qianji summoned a clean bottle from the Purple Mansion, and the Immortal Spring flew out of the bottle, drew an arc, and slowly poured into the mouth of Chaos.

The fierce light in the chaotic eyes gradually dissipated.

"What's your name?" Song Qianji put away the Immortal Spring.

This is his most secret trump card. If it wasn't for the bottomless and hard-to-peep Huachun Mountain, he would never take the clean bottle out of his body easily.

This beast is very easy to go crazy when hungry, let it eat something, and its mood will be more stable.

The ancient fierce beasts were born with strong muscles and bones, and the monks could not match them.

If a human monk drank the Immortal Spring directly like this, his meridians would have been ruptured, and he would explode and die.

After a while, a grunt came out of Chaos' throat:

"I've slept so long that I've forgotten my name."

There is an ancient jade tablet tied around its neck, but the position is too high, and it tries to lower its head, but cannot see the words on the tablet.

After the hunger problem was resolved, most of the chaos' murderous aura dissipated, and the grunting voice was frustrated: "Please help me see."

Song Qianji approached step by step, slowly stretched out his hand, brushed away its thick hair, and picked out the jade tablet.

At such a close distance, Chaos could bite off his head in one bite.

"Your name……"

Those two characters are engraved in the center of the jade tablet, the shape of the characters is crooked, but they are exactly the same.

Song Qianji visited many ancient ruins in his previous life and dabbled in ancient characters.

He tried his best to recall, recognized the sound of the words, and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh! What's my name!"

Chaos couldn't get a response, and the aura became violent again.

Huachun mountain shakes, falling rocks roll.

Song Qianji thought, when the ancestor of Xuehe summoned his mount when he was fighting, other great powers shouted "Red Blood", "Treading the Cloud", "Chasing the Wind" and so on, and he shouted "Baby", this is not a joke Is it?

Then he thought of his own wheat field, compared to other people's sword, fire, and sea, he couldn't laugh again.

With the world people.

"Be good." Song Qianji said, his tone was blunt, and it sounded like a curse in a certain local dialect.

"This is my name? My dear?" Chaos didn't realize it, and whispered these two words until his eyes became blank, as if he had traveled back in time and saw the person who named him, "It's so familiar... ..."

Song Qianji didn't speak, quietly waiting for it to end its memories.

"It turns out that my name is 'Guaiguai'." Chaos said.

Song Qianji sighed: "You have found your own name, you can't eat indiscriminately anymore."

Chaos said blankly: "But I'm hungry, really hungry. When that person sealed me, he didn't tell me that I would be so hungry."

Endless darkness, constant hunger.

"I'll come to feed you." Song Qianji touched its wet nose, "I'll give you sweet water."

This chaos did not appear in the previous life.Not only did Song Qianji not have it when he was alive, but he also didn't see it in the long river of time after his death.

I want to come to the seal to be strengthened repeatedly, and the secret is hidden deep underground.

This is the underground palace of Patriarch Xuehe, and it was supposed to be half the master here.

Bai Yuncang dog, things are different.It grows weaker day by day in the dark underground, until it dies and dissipates.

The Immortal Fountain kept humming and protesting endlessly.

Song Qianji understood this meaning: I am the most precious treasure in the world, and you treat me like animal food

"Then you must come." Chaos got the promise, and slowly retracted into the mountainside, trying to shrink himself as much as possible, and his weak voice echoed in the mountain, "I will wait for you obediently."