The pear blossoms are falling, and it seems that a rain of flowers is falling in the sky.

A shadow, dancing under the flowers, looking up from afar, this shadow is a little hazy.

A song, pear blossoms dance tears, and the rolled up flower rain turns into a round of silver moon hanging high behind the second generation, bright and far-reaching.

The two piano notes are involved between heaven and earth, setting off a monstrous wave.

Under the sound of the piano, the surrounding sounds of killing gradually dissipated.

Whether it was the guardian of the Jade Emperor or the martial artist of the Demon Palace, they all closed their eyes at this moment, immersed in the sound of the piano.

The gloomy picture dissipated, and Wen Ran walked barefoot in this rain of flowers.

Ignoring the Moon Sword Scar and the others in the rear, Wen Ran raised his head and quietly looked at the second generation in the sky above, a faint hint of heartache flashed in his beautiful eyes.

The slender and green jade hand was raised, dragging the falling pear blossom, the pear blossom fluttered as lightly as snow, but Wen Ran felt that the pear blossom was extremely heavy, "It, carrying the thoughts of reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes!"

"The past is a dream sealed in memory, and she is your most vivid memory in the colorful time!"

The sound of the piano is like wine, and if the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk! Wen Ran was immersed in this sound of the piano, and there was no previous flattery on his face.

The roar of heaven and earth echoed in the sky, and thousands of monks held swords and rode tigers and wolves, galloping between heaven and earth, heading straight for the second generation.

The monstrous killing intent and Haoran rules were entangled, forming ripples.

The falling flowers touch the ripples and dissipate as flowing water.

Among the ten thousand armies, the soul danced alone, and the second generation flicked the piano with their chins and heads, and did not pay attention to the tens of millions of monks who galloped in.

Under the silver moon, the second generation's face was a little pale, and his hands were a little pale. Weakly plucking the strings of the rules, whose fingertips have crossed the millennium of time, plucking the pain of reincarnation for hundreds of lifetimes.

The moonlight like water flowed out with the sound of the piano.

The iron hooves trampled through time, the sword tore apart the moonlight, and thousands of killing intent roared.

A green shirt rattled, and the long hair behind the second generation danced wildly in the wind, blending into the moonlight.

Getting closer. The surrounding oppression became more and more terrifying, but when the pear blossom fell into the moonlight, the gentle moonlight became extremely domineering and dazzling.

A monk who gallops through heaven and earth. The sword did not come out, and dissipated under this moonlight and flower rain.

"Nothingness that is more terrible than dead silence, nothingness of rules!" Qianchuan Cliff muttered. At the moment when the moonlight fell on the yellow spring, its figure suddenly receded. I'm afraid of touching this moonlight, this flower rain.

"There are no rules, what kind of cultivation is this?" Yuchen Jian frowned slightly, his eyes full of fear.

The killing intent dissolved, and Mo Che raised his head. Looking at the moonlight, he sighed slightly. This monk slaughter is considered to have collapsed in this moonlight.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Mo Che's eyes were closed, the monstrous killing sound was also dead at this moment, and the sound of Confucian recitation gradually lowered.

"If the monk kills, the monstrous killing intent will eventually dissipate in reincarnation!" the second generation raised his head and looked at the seven towering mountains. As long as he wants, in an instant. These seven mountains will fall apart.

"Monk Kill is not the last piano song, this is the third piano song dedicated by the younger generation to the seniors, the common life is killed!"

"Flesh and blood, the common people are angry, three thousand white robes are sword gods in the east, and they will fight in the nine heavens!" Mo Che's eyes were tightly closed, his hands waved again, and the killing intent in the qin song skyrocketed again.

I saw that on the majestic mountain, three thousand brilliant sword lights appeared, illuminating the whole world brightly.

The sound of the piano became higher and higher, and three thousand sword lights came in an instant, galloping in the moonlight, and it was the three thousand white-robed swordsmen who appeared from the rules of heaven and earth.

"Generations of Moon Gods!" when everyone's eyes touched the four white-robed swordsmen led by them, they immediately exclaimed.

The white-robed swordsman with an indifferent expression in his hand was the moon god of all generations.

"The sound of the piano involves the rules of heaven and earth, blends into the will, and transforms into three thousand white-robed swordsmen!"

"Such majestic rules of heaven and earth, such a terrifying qin song!" Moon Sword Scar muttered, his figure retreating a few steps backwards again.

When he saw a beautiful shadow standing in the moonlight, the Moon Sword Scar's sword eyebrows suddenly frowned, the strength of this Demon Hall Deputy Hall Master was also mysterious and terrifying.

"Supreme Throne!" The whistling sword wind blew on the face of the second generation, and the second generation quietly looked at the three thousand white-robed swordsmen, especially the four phantoms led by them, "The sound of the piano resonates with the will of the moon god in the supreme throne, very good qin music!"

"Because those four wills once represented the protection of the common people, the wrath of the common people can naturally resonate with those four wills. Mo Che said lightly, his eyes were full of regret, if he turned back, how good it would be.

"It's the will of the Honza, you say it can help the Honza?" said the second generation lightly, and a petal crossed his face and fell in the moonlight.

As soon as this petal touched the moonlight, it condensed the rules of heaven and earth, and suddenly formed a gray-haired old man.

The sword leaf turned into a lonely boat, and the old man stood on the lonely boat, ferrying under the moon, waiting for the Yiren who had not returned for a hundred years.

Under the moon, a fragrant soul is dancing, and a white-haired old man is ferrying under the moon, which turns into a picture of heaven and earth.

"In the endless sea of reincarnation, I ferryed to reincarnate and regained my soul. The second generation said lightly, the sound of the piano became high in vain, and the moonlight surging out.

Two completely different rules are in between, and at this moment, the mountains and rivers are dead.

The white moonlight filled the world, and everyone saw that a fragrant soul danced alone between heaven and earth, a song floated, and pear blossoms danced tears.

Three thousand brilliant sword pillars soared into the sky, and the blood-red heaven and earth were dim in an instant.

Fang Soul danced alone among the sword pillars, attracting all the eyes present.

And the old man who ferried, riding the wind and waves, stepping on the turbulent moonlight torrent, went straight to the soul.

Looking at the millennium, the prosperity is gone, only nostalgic for your green silk and white clothes, ferrying in the endless reincarnation, only looking for the place where the soul falls.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the phantom of this white-haired old man is the will of the second generation.

Three thousand brilliant sword pillars set off a surging torrent of rules under the moon, but this torrent turned into nothingness under the lonely boat.

"Little Old Man Mo was wrong from the beginning, he has walked this road for hundreds of years, how can he give up because of the so-called common people, what does the common people have to do with him, he doesn't love the common people, why bother to flaunt the so-called noble?"

"As long as it is necessary to persevere, you must persevere, am I not like that?" Wen Ran muttered, his eyes blurred with a hint of reminiscence.

The lonely boat roared to this day, the sound of the piano followed like a shadow, and the sword of chaos and order broke through the three thousand sword pillars, and the three thousand white robes were all shattered.

The pear blossoms fluttered, and a fragrant soul dissipated at the moment when the lonely boat was about to arrive, turned into fragrance, and floated to seven towering mountains in the distance.

"This seat has changed its life against the sky, this seat has reversed the world in this life, this seat has subverted the common people in the past and present, this road is no return, and this seat has no regrets!"

The sound of the piano became higher and higher, and the moonlight roared like a tsunami, and the lonely boat of the ferry crashed into the seven towering mountains, and the two regular giant swords fell with a bang.

"This song is a song of no return!" The voice of the second generation echoed in the heavens and the earth, and I saw that the towering mountains could not withstand the soft moonlight, and at this moment, it completely collapsed.

The steep peaks collapsed and dissipated into regularity.

The majestic rules of Haoran were gone, and seven lone stone statues floated in mid-air, blocking the blood moon behind them.

The moonlight fell on Mo Che's face, and his already pale face became even more bloodless.

The moonlight was like silk, binding Mo Che's hands.

The moonlight was like a net, enveloping the seven stone statues, and the pervasive general trend was suppressed in the stone statues.

The galloping lonely boat rowed across the heavens and the earth, heading straight for the blood moon, the power contained in the lonely boat became more and more terrifying, and this terrible blow would completely shatter the blood moon.

"Ferry reincarnation, blood moon should be shattered!" When the sound of the piano reached its highest level, the second generation stopped, got up, and looked at the lonely boat phantom that was far away.

The sharp sound of breaking wind came, blowing Mo Che's long hair, and the phantom of the lonely boat continued to enlarge in his eyes, but he was shrouded in the moonlight, and the majestic regular filaments restrained him, unable to move.

"Hall Master!" Sensing Mo Che's predicament, Qianchuan Cliff and Yuchen took action one after another, but the Origin Body of the second generation suppressed it.

"Giggles, this is their business, you guys don't care!" Wen Ran covered his mouth and smiled, looking at the Moon Sword Scar and the others who wanted to make a move with a smile in his eyes.

The tide of rules is surging behind the lonely boat, becoming more and more terrifying.

"Can't stop it, is the blood moon going to break?" The corners of Mo Che's mouth flashed with helplessness, his whole body was restrained, and he didn't even have a chance to use his hole cards.