In an instant, the Black-armored Holy Lord was hit by an unprecedented power backlash. A bolt of thunder and lightning power passed along his divine weapon to his body, making his whole body numb.

Boom

The black scales all over the body of the Black-armored Holy Lord were shattered, and he flew upside down for dozens of miles, leaving behind a bloody mist.

call out

Zhao Feng quickly approached, and at the same time, an astonishing purple soul power emerged from Bloodline's left eye.

"God's gaze"

A bottomless purple vortex formed in the left pupil, leading to a mist-shrouded and infinitely extending purple phantom abyss.

The seriously injured Black-armored Holy Lord felt a chill all over his body, and felt as if his soul was being imprisoned and escaping uncontrollably.

That forbidden power is like the power of domination, irreversible and unstoppable.

"What"

The black-armored Holy Lord was sweating profusely, and fear and despair spread in his pupils.

It seemed that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the fate of his soul being imprisoned and pulled.

laugh

A silver-gray dotted line flashed past, and the little thieving cat held the Shadow Killing Emperor Blade, penetrating through the heart of the black-armored Holy Lord.

call

Immediately, the soul of the Black-armored Holy Lord left the body and was sucked into the left eye space by Zhao Feng.

Once it enters the left eye space, it is impossible for the black-armored Holy Lord's soul to self-destruct. Therefore, Zhao Feng does not deal with it in a hurry.

"There is still one"

Zhao Feng's voice was cold, and through the mark of his divine eyes, Zhao Feng could clearly sense the specific location of the gray-haired old man.

But suddenly.

The sound of a piano penetrated Zhao Feng's mind, causing his murderous heart to suddenly calm down.

Zhao Feng glanced with his left eye and stared at a green forest in the distance.

Swish

Zhao Feng's eyes penetrated everything and saw a simple wooden house deep in the woods. In front of the wooden house was a quietly flowing blue stream. In front of the stream, a girl in white clothes was gently stroking the strings of the piano.

"is her?"

Zhao Feng looked shocked.

A year ago, when Zhao Feng rescued the Ninth Prince, he met an old man in gray who came to help.

And this girl in white seems to be the disciple of the mysterious old man in gray.

For some reason, when Zhao Feng saw the girl in white, he had a sense of déjà vu. Could it be because they had met each other last time?

Unconsciously, Zhao Feng took steps and floated away into the forest.

The closer he got, the picturesque, quiet and clear natural music made Zhao Feng's state of mind feel even more emptier, as if he was far away from the world. At that moment, Zhao Feng forgot all his troubles, all the burdens and shackles he had had so far.

"What a profound attainment in piano music"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but be amazed.

So far, Zhao Feng has met many powerful people in the Music Dao, such as many outstanding geniuses in the Tianqin Domain, the birthplace of the Music Dao, Li Xueyi from the Tiansheng Qin Palace, and Liu Qinxin who is deeply hidden in his memory.

But the attainments of these talented people seem to be inferior to the girl in front of them.

Just like that, Zhao Feng stayed here, leaning against an ancient tree, listening quietly.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to have entered the world of music created by this girl, where everything in the world danced to the beautiful music.

The little thief cat stood on Zhao Feng's shoulder and leaned against the big tree, imitating Zhao Feng's movements and showing a look of enjoyment.

"I wonder, Master, what do you think of my little girl's playing?"

Suddenly, a clear sound came from Zhao Feng's ears.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes and looked at the pure and beautiful face in front of him. At some point, the girl in white seemed to have stopped playing, and he was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception of music and lost track of time.

But when he woke up, Zhao Feng found that the power of his heart and soul and his artistic conception had improved.

The girl in white looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a king's level of cultivation, but a piece of music can enhance Zhao Feng's artistic conception, and Zhao Feng can't help but admire this girl's musical attainments even more.

"Excuse me for interrupting you, but I have no knowledge of music, but the girl's music is the most beautiful music I have ever heard."

Zhao Feng stared at the girl in white, paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Haha, the young master really knows how to talk."

The girl in white smiled slightly, eclipsing all the beautiful scenery around her.

She had an inexplicable feeling of intimacy towards Zhao Feng, so when Zhao Feng broke in here, she ignored him and continued to practice playing.

Zhao Feng was slightly startled. The girl's dress and attainments in piano music made the figure in white clothes appear deep in Zhao Feng's memory.

However, the temperament and temperament of the two are very different. This girl is lively and cheerful, with extremely pure eyes, like a fairy from another world.

"I'm Zhao Feng. The girl's master helped me that day. We meet again today. I hope I can express my gratitude in person."

Zhao Feng continued.

"My master hasn't come back yet. If you don't mind, you can wait in this wooden house."

The girl in white smiled calmly.

"Well, in this case, I might have a chance to listen to the girl play another song."

Zhao Feng joked.

This girl's music can indeed help Zhao Feng condense his mind and enhance his artistic conception.

Moreover, the girl in white asked Zhao Feng to wait, which proved that the enigmatic old man in gray would be back soon.

"Master Zhao, just call me Qinyin."
Chapter completed!