Chapter 294 Forgetting the Seven Strings

"Hey hey hey hey, just because you want to go, it's too underestimated that I forgot to hurt the ukulele!"

Whether it is a voice or a sarcastic tone, it is the same as that of human beings. Jiang Xia, Bohe, Wutian's face turned pale, and his heart was shocked.

Whether it is on the artifact list or the treasures on the Shenqin list, there will be their artifacts and piano spirits. The more advanced the treasure is, the stronger the spirit and the Qin spirit in it will be. The spirit of the divine Qin in front of you can reach the level of dialogue with human beings. You don't need to think about how advanced this is.

"Forget, forget the ukule? The seventh Shenqin on the Shenqin list? The turbid old eyes of the Bo River were full of strong shock, and at the same time, there was great weakness gushing out from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey hey, you're right." The forgetful lyre laughed jokingly, and then a bright golden light burst out of the body of the piano, and a circle of clearly visible golden ripples spread out. Wherever I went, the space was almost distorted.

"Xia'er, come on, let's go,"

The body was shocked in the fog, and it was difficult to say the last sentence. The old eyes, which were originally turbid, were once again at a loss. The same is true of Bohe. His nervous face has eased, but his eyes are dull. The two became like Ye Rong and Ye Xuan, as if their souls had been hooked away.

Jianxia was completely stunned. What's going on? Will I become like this next? Strangely, the forgetful lyre did not immediately launch an attack, and its creepy smile echoed in the hall. Jiang Xia can even feel a pair of joking eyes staring at herself in the piano body.

"Ban, bang."

Four soft sounds in a row, foggy sky, Bohe, Ye Xuan and Ye Rong fell to the ground. Jiang Xia's face changed and he scolded anxiously, "What did you do to them?"

"Hey hey, I didn't do anything. They just fell asleep." The forgetful lyre suspended in mid-air, and without waiting for Xia to breathe a sigh of relief, he continued to say, "I'm asleep, but I just can't wake up, hehe."

"You?"

"Hey, you'd better not get angry. The only seventh-order zithercerer has been controlled by me, and you have no chance of winning. ......

Xia's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but regret letting the foggy sky pick up the piano. If it hadn't been for the careless fog just now, it wouldn't have caused such a scene.

"Hey hey, boy, don't regret it. Even if the old man is a seventh-order piano master, he is not my opponent."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? I've been lonely for a long time, and I want to torture you to death slowly, hahahaha."

"Damn it." Jiang Xia's eyes were about to spit out fire. Even he never thought that the spirit who forgot the seven-stringed piano would have the same despicable ideas as human beings. At present, what he was concerned about was his own situation and the situation of the four people in the fog. You can torture me, and please let go of my companion.

"Haha, it's so funny." The forgetful lyre shows human emotions almost to the fullest, "Bad boy, do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me? Tell you the truth! Even if I mercilessly let these four people go, they will lose their memory. I guess the only thing they can remember is their own names. Hahahaha."

Shrinked Xia's pupils, and her heart tightened, "What are you talking about?"

"Hey hey, it's amazing! Do you know what it means to forget? Forget the hurt, forget the memory, no more pain, hahahaha. The tone of the forgetful lyre is indescribable.

Xia's whole body was trembling. She couldn't wait to split the divine piano in front of her into pieces, and her endless anger rose to the sky. "Bastard, I'm going to destroy you."

"Hey hey, are you angry? It's so interesting. I'm going to leave you here, deprive you of your memory, and torture you slowly. The forgetful lyre did not pay attention to Xia's anger at all. The seven silver-like strings stirred themselves, and the golden sound waves twisted the space and rushed to Xiang Xia. "Hey hey, boy, look at me knock you down with one move."

The powerful sound wave power came like a boulder, and the whole hall echoed with exciting and powerful piano sounds. It is comparable to or even stronger than the seventh-order Tianqin master, so that Xia can hardly lift the slightest bit of resistance.

At the critical moment, Xia's heart suddenly lit up, as if he thought of something, and secretly shouted, "The spirit of wind, the spirit of water, if you don't help, I will be doomed."

As soon as the voice fell, a dark cyan wind blade a few meters long suddenly flew out of Xia's body, and the space shook. The cyan wind blade cut the airflow and faced the golden sound wave on the front.

"Boom!"

The chaotic force hit and exploded in the air, and at this time, Xia's body was filled with a blue water film and a faint white light. This is the power of the spirit of the wind and the spirit of water. Xia was overjoyed and immediately saw the dawn of hope.

"Huh? Is it an artifact?" The forgetful lyre let out a shock. From the breath of the wind blade just now, you can feel that there seems to be an instrument in Xia's body that is not weaker than himself.

"Hmm." Xia's eyes flashed cold, his feet moved, and he quickly rushed towards the forgetful lyre. The latter knew General Xia's intention in an instant, "Hey hey, looking for death." With a strange smile, the body of the piano burst into a violent power fluctuation, and the more powerful sound wave power than just now swept away.

A solid golden force twisted the space, which suddenly increased the pressure of summer. Looking around at the fog sky of the teacher who fell to the ground, Bo He, Ye Xuan and the confidant Ye Rong, a confidant, a strong anger rose to the sky.

"Damn it, be honest with your Shenqin! Don't treat yourself as sincere." Jiang Xia suddenly roared, and the spirit of the wind and the spirit of water ran at a high speed. A red light flashed, and the thick evil spirit filled the whole hall. In Jiang Xia's hand, there was a strange blood-colored sword, and the demonic edge was like soaked in blood water.

This is not a ghost crying gun, but a real sword, the 18th evil sword on the artifact list. Xia's whole body surged, holding a long sword, jumping high, and splitting towards the forgetful lyre in mid-air.

"Yonely give in to me!" ......

The forgetful lyre finally panicked, and the buzzed under the lyre. It never thought that an inconspicuous boy could burst out such a powerful force. No, it should be the power of the spirit in his body, and neither of them is weaker than its spirit. Failure has become inevitable, and then it will become a tool in the hands of others...

"Boom!"

The power of two meteorites exploded in mid-air. Unexpectedly, Xia was like a broken kite back to the ground. And the injury-free lyre is still suspended in the air.

"Poo!" Jiang Xia spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath withered a lot. He trembled his body and slowly turned around, looking at several people at the gate of the hall with blood red eyes...

"Hey hey, stinky boy, thank you so much for taking us to find a divine piano, hahahaha." Who are Yue Shang, who is not from Jianzong? Several people had proud smiles on their faces, staring at the unharmed lyre in mid-air.

Jiang Xia clenched the fierce sword, clenched his teeth, and his beautiful face was full of murderous intent. "Why do you come here at this time?"

"Hey hey, we came just right." Yue Shang was very proud. When he saw Ye Rong who fell unconscious on the ground, a trace of evil light flashed in his eyes.

"Bad boy, you broke into my sword sect, die!" The most cautious six elders of Jianzong are afraid of changing for a long time, and they are ready to solve Jiang Xia first. As soon as several other martial kings heard this, they also set up a position...

"Hey hey hey hey." Jiang Xia suddenly smiled inexplicably, and her voice became louder and louder. Everyone could feel the infinite resentment contained in the laughter.

Everyone couldn't help but change their faces. Look at me, I look at you and look at each other. Yue Shang frowned and scolded viciously, "Bad boy, you're about to die, are you still laughing?"

"Buzz!" The fierce evil sword burst out with a dazzling bloody red light, which stopped Xia's laughter abruptly, followed by a pair of dark eyes, which turned into a strange purple.

"Demon pupil?" The six elders' faces changed greatly and subconsciously blurted out.

"How is it possible? There is only one pair of demon pupils, and that person is dead.

"Bad boy, what the hell are you playing?" ......

"Hey hey, go down and ask the king of the will of the wills!" Xia burst out a dazzling purple light all over her body, and the surging purple power rose up, and quickly gathered towards the evil sword. The whole hall fell into chaos in an instant, and the ground trembled faintly.

"This boy is so weird. Run quickly."

"What about the divine qin?"

"It's important to save your life." How can the six elders care about this? Even if he can feel the huge crisis from the momentum of the general summer. He pulled up Yue Shang, turned around and ran away...

"Can you run away?" A ghost voice like a hell came from behind several people, lifting Xia's fierce sword, and a few clear words came out of his mouth.

"Three swords move the sky!"

"Boom!"

The air in the hall was instantly emptied, and a purple-red sword light, which was 100 meters long, attacked Yue Shang and his party with an endless breath of destruction.

The sword front refers to everything, "Ah!" With a few screams, the last few people were directly bombarded into scum and smashed to pieces.

The mysterious power of purple eyes, coupled with the artifact and evil sword, uses super-level spiritual martial arts. It killed one late martial arts king and two middle martial arts kings. Even so, the three swords still rushed to Yue Shang and the six elders of Jianzong.

The underwater passage to escape is right in front of them. The two have long been scared and cold, and they have to jump off the passage to escape in the future. The strong breath of death has arrived behind them.

"Young master, hurry up." ......