Fighter of the Destiny

The dark cliffs, the lonely mountain roads, the abyss where you can't even see your fingers, only the wind blowing in your face, carrying the blue hair on your cheeks and the hem of your clothes.

The deeper the night, the more eye-catching the white sacrificial clothes become. At the top of Muyu Peak, the old man playing the piano slowly stroked the newly scraped hair on the strings, thinking silently, one song breaks the heart, two songs break the soul, and three songs end, this illusion still can't trap you? Is there really a human being with a pure heart?

He is an elder who has been left behind by a certain witch clan in the south. He is best at spiritual attacks. The sound of his piano can create an illusion that is difficult to distinguish between true and false. Especially tonight, with the help of Zhouyuan Muyu's power, he created This illusion allows intelligent beings who enter it to recall the most distant, vague and unforgettable fragments of the upper reaches of the river, so that they do not want to go back until they gradually become intoxicated or sink into it, and finally fall into a long sleep. , can never leave again...

The old man playing the zither didn't know that high in the sky above Muyu Valley, the departed soul of a black dragon was watching all this, so he was dragged into this illusion by the sound of his zither.

Black Dragon saw many scenes from hundreds of years ago - those were the remnants of the dragon's aura that could only be sensed by her bloodline, and those were the mental shocks brought to her by Muyu's body that she could only identify. When she stood with Chen Changsheng When looking at Muyu in the mountains and fields, she felt something in her heart, feeling that someone was calling her. It was only then that she finally understood why the world made her so sad - Zhouyuan turned out to be more than just the home of mankind. It is also the cemetery of her father, the most powerful black frost dragon in thousands of years.

The old man who played the piano didn't know these things. The person he wanted to trap in the illusion of the music was the girl in white, so naturally she was the one he paid attention to. He didn't know what the girl in white saw in the illusion of the sound of the piano. He only knew that she didn't waver for a moment, let alone indulge in it. She just stood quietly under the lone tree on the cliff for a while, and then saw through it. Illusion, and break through it easily.

She bit her fingertips and spilled a drop of blood to the world where the music came from. That golden-yellow, solemn and holy yet extremely violent blood, as if it contained countless energy... easily melted the clouds and mists, destroying the illusion constructed by the sound of the piano. Is that blood the legendary True Blood of Tianfeng?

The old man playing the piano looked at the mountain road in the night and thought slightly, but did not say anything. The entire Xue Lao City knew a taboo, never mention the word phoenix in front of Her Royal Highness Princess Nanke.

The essence of life is desire and chaos. There is no absolutely transparent soul, and it is impossible to cultivate the Taoist heart to be spotless. On the contrary, her spiritual world is more complicated than you think. She is outside her own Taoist heart. You have put on many disguises, but your piano sound only touches the most superficial layers of her, so how can you move her? If you can't even move her, how can you confuse her?

The little girl said with an indifferent expression: Actually, I'm very curious. If she continues to pretend like this, one moment a saint and another moment an ordinary person, will one day she will forget who she really is.

If that's the case, she's going to have huge problems in the future.

The old man who played the harp was thoughtful, and gently plucked the strings. A lingering breath followed the sound of the harp, continuing to isolate this mountain range from the real world of Zhou Garden.

The little girl never thought that the illusion of piano sound alone could trap the opponent. The girl in white easily broke through the illusion with blood, but the illusion still existed. If she wanted to leave, she had to come to see him.

Come and meet.

The fateful encounter is tonight.

She looked at the mountain road under the night and said expressionlessly: A lunatic like Phoenix will always burn herself to death in the end. But I will definitely let her die in my hands before she burns herself.

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The night wind blew on the lonely mountain road, and the sacrificial clothes fluttered like a big cloak. The girl in white seemed to be very slow, but in fact she was very fast. She arrived at the peak of Muyu Valley like a crane.

There are no stars in the night sky of Zhouyuan, but there is a dim light group hanging deep in the grassland at the foot of the mountain. What is that? She was thinking about these things and looked at the little girl sitting on the cliff.

The little girl stood up, turned around and said, You're here.

The girl in white was stunned. The first moment she saw the little girl, she guessed or finally confirmed who her opponent was. She was so young but so powerful. Naturally, it was the legendary Demon Princess Her Royal Highness Nanke - the reason why she was so powerful at this time. She was so surprised because she didn't expect Nan Ke to look like this.

Nan Ke is about ten years old, her features are actually very pretty, and her childishness has not faded away. She can be said to be a very good-looking girl, but the distance between her eyes is a little wide, and her dark and cold pupils are a little biased towards the center of her eyebrows. The emotion in his eyes was also very dull, so... he looked a little dazed.

She is like a girl who grew up in the village. What she has to do every day is to go to the back mountain to collect a large basket of hogweed, then eat and sleep until dawn tomorrow to collect a large basket of hogweed.

Yes, she is a girl from the village, and her life consists of hunting pigweed every day.

I don’t know why, but the girl in white thinks so. Although she has never lived in the countryside, never fought pigweed, and doesn’t even know what pigweed looks like, she still thinks so.

If this was a fateful encounter, Nanke must have thought about it many times, and so has she.

She thought the Nanke she saw was an aloof peacock. In all the legends, the phoenix can command hundreds of birds, but only the peacock is always so cold and arrogant, flying alone where the sun cannot shine. She had never thought that Nanke was like a little girl who kept beating pigweeds every day. She looked a little dull, dull, pitiful, and made people feel distressed for no reason. She kept beating pigweeds every day.

This made her look a little dazed unexpectedly.

The night wind on Muyu Valley blew gently, and time flowed slowly.

She didn't know what to say and was a little nervous for no apparent reason. She felt that she didn't know how to face this little girl named Nanke, so she looked at the old man playing the piano.

She is a destined true phoenix, and she only needs one glance to see the truth.

She could tell that the old man playing the piano was the elder of Zhuyin Witch. His combat power might only be at the peak of Tongyou Realm, but his power on the spiritual level far exceeded this level. It would be best to use it to kill human practitioners in Zhou Garden. It's a perfect fit, and the demon strategist Black Robe really doesn't miss any details.

It's just a pity.

She looked at the guqin on the old man's lap and the slightly fluffy strings, and shook her head with some regret.

That is the ancestral sacred instrument of the Zhuyin Witch Club that has been lost for many years - the Yao Qin.

If this Yao Qin is not used to set up the second level of illusion, but cooperates with Nan Ke to attack, maybe she will be in great danger and may even die.

Nanke said: I want to kill you, and no one can interfere.

As she spoke, the little girl's black hair fluttered in the night wind, as if grass clippings were falling.

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(It was really unpleasant to suddenly stop during the climax. I have been sick for the past two days and I can’t bear it. I’m sorry, please be considerate. But when I wrote this paragraph, I was really in a bad mood. I don’t want to say it. When you say this with your heart, should it be emotional? The following chapters will be the biggest climax since the book was opened. Please allow me to take my time.)