When the sound of the piano first sounded, neither the Heijia Army nor the Xiaoyao Army realized there was any difference.

It's just that Xiaoyao Jun vaguely felt that his physical strength seemed to be endless.

And based on their cultivation, they were not able to fully understand and accept the general's command.

However, with the melodious sound of the piano.

They felt that their consciousness began to expand in a short period of time.

The accuracy and sensitivity of spiritual consciousness are also increasing unconsciously.

On the other hand, the black-armored soldiers began to become sluggish, their hands and feet heavy and stiff.

Everyone's cultivation level is obviously higher than that of their opponents, but they can't even display 70% of their strength.

Wei Mian turned to look at Mu Yan in shock.

For a moment, he even forgot about commanding the army to fight.

He has always known that his city lord is a powerful musician.

Can heal, can fight, can assist.

It was precisely because of Muyan's assistance that the battle with Lingbo Palace was so devastating.

But the strength of Lingbo Palace is far inferior to that of the hundred thousand Xiaoyao army.

Only one-third of the army participated in the battle itself.

Defending the title, he is confident that even without support, he can still win.

So much so that he never thought that the assistance of a musician could have such terrifying energy.

That was simply...even more incredible than the general he was.

Wei Mian vaguely remembered.

A long time ago, my mentor once said this when he taught me to become a warrior.

There is such a group of musicians in the world.

They are more terrifying than the generals.

One person controls ten thousand people.

One person fights on the left.

Across the three realms, he is invincible and unrivaled.

Master once said, what are those musicians called?

Wei Mian's eyes widened, staring blankly at the girl with flying clothes under the scorching sun.

Master's voice flashed through my mind.

"Like a god or a demon, pampered by heaven, with a piano in hand, unparalleled."

"People separated the musicians of this discipline and gave them a title."

"The name is Kagura Master."

"Someone once predicted that if one day the strongest generals could unite with the strongest Kagura masters, then the armies they command would be invincible and unbeatable."

Wei Mian still remembers that when he was young, his blood boiled when he heard these things, and he asked his master where the Kagura Musician was?

Young and frivolous, he is not afraid of anything. He wants to find such a musician and build an undefeated army with him.

However, the master told him: "Perhaps God is jealous of the talents, but the Kagura sect was destroyed twenty years ago. There are no more Kagura masters in the world, and there will be no undefeated army."

Defending the title at a young age only made me feel regretful.

Later, when I came into contact with real musicians, I found that it was barely enough for one person to assist dozens or hundreds of monks.

Therefore, Wei Mian felt that Master was exaggerating and secretly laughed at his youth and naivety.

However, at this moment.

What the master said appeared in his mind word for word.

The long-lasting memories and the feeling of boiling blood are gradually revived in the body.

Could it be that the young lady is a divine musician?

Didn’t Master say that Kagura Masters have been destroyed?

But if not, how could such a miraculous scene happen?

Zheng——!

A high-pitched music burst in Wei Mian's mind.

He was shaken all over and woke up.

He met the face with a coquettish smile.

The girl's black hair is flying and her clothes are flying, like a mysterious goddess descending from the sky.
Chapter completed!