Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

Faced with the mysterious man's angry rebuke, the One-Horned Ghost King was filled with fear and dared not complain at all.

Because the person in front of him was the mastermind behind the scenes, the one who all the creatures in the Nether Abyss had to rely on, and the fate of all races in the future would be in their hands.

"Now all the races in the Nether Abyss are taking action for the holy war, and you, as the ghost king, are hiding in the back to have fun. Can I understand that the ghost race has given up?" The black-robed messenger said coldly.

"It's unfair. I have sent troops to attack the Zhou Dynasty. I believe that the Zhou Emperor will be forced to take action soon. By then, his details will be exposed, and I will be more confident to deal with him!" The One-Horned Ghost King was so scared that his heart trembled, and he hurriedly explained.

If this causes misunderstandings and delays the future of the entire ghost race, won't the other ghost kings team up to tear it apart to vent their anger?

The black-robed messenger laughed in anger, "Fool, the 800,000-man army you sent out was destroyed outside the capital just now! It has no impact on Emperor Zhou!"

"How is it possible?!"

The head of the One-Horned Ghost King was buzzing, and his face was shocked.

This 800,000-man army has dozens of ghost generals in the fusion realm alone, and there are more than ten ghost commanders in the cheng realm. If Emperor Zhou does not come out, he will definitely turn the Zhou Dynasty upside down.

In the end, they died without even entering the capital?

"Is this Zhou Dynasty so powerful?!" The One-Horned Ghost King looked ugly.

The black-robed messenger said coldly: "It was not the Zhou Dynasty that destroyed your 800,000-man army, but a cultivator who happened to pass through Zhou. At that time, the people in the capital called him Venerable Ye."

"Venerable?" The One-horned Ghost King was stunned, and then became angry. How dare a foreign cultivator disrupt his plan! He was really impatient to live!

Although he was surprised by the opponent's strength, for him who was in the Tribulation Realm, a mere root of the dragon was nothing.

"Just in case, this Mingyuan Pill is for you. You must take down Zhou for me! I will not allow you to lose again!" The voice of the black-robed messenger was cold and ruthless.

A purple pill with mysterious patterns slowly floated in front of the One-horned Ghost King.

The One-Horned Ghost King knew that this was his last chance, and immediately made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely do what the messenger wishes when I go there this time!!"

"Hehe." The black-robed messenger sneered, and his whole body turned into a black mist and disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

"Huh..." The One-Horned Ghost King breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and was extremely angry when he thought that the plan was almost ruined.

Bang!

The terrifying evil spirit suddenly broke out, and the whole mountain was shaking.

The One-Horned Ghost King turned his head and glanced, raised his hand and grabbed the female cultivator who was curled up in the corner, and roared with a fierce look in his eyes: "Do you think that the performance of the king just now is ridiculous?! Say it!!"

The female cultivator was frightened and pale, and said in horror: "You, the king, I definitely didn't..."

"Bitch, you are lying!"

Bang!

The One-horned Ghost King was so angry that he grabbed her and exploded her, then he flashed into the sky, his roar echoing in all directions like thunder, "All soldiers, follow the king to fight!"

"Yes!!"

Afterwards, countless ghosts followed the One-horned Ghost King, and rushed straight to Zhou with the black fog.

Tianhe Hall.

Several beautiful palace maids with veils danced gracefully, accompanied by the beautiful music played by geishas, ​​creating a different artistic conception.

At this time, Ye Junlin and his friends were enjoying the highest-standard state banquet in Zhou.

These ingredients are not ordinary things, either rare birds and animals, or taken from natural treasures, so each dish is priceless and contains many benefits. Ordinary cultivators can even break through on the spot after eating them, which is very beneficial.

Li Wujie picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank it all up, his face flushed, and he exclaimed: "This wine is really strong!"

Bai Xiaoxi picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew, his rat face showed a happy expression, "Delicious~"

Hong Qianye took a few sips and didn't move his chopsticks again. This action made the prince's heart rise to his throat, and he tentatively asked: "Fairy Hong, is there anything that doesn't suit your taste?"

Hong Qianye hugged his arms and closed his eyes to rest. He just had no appetite for these so-called delicacies.

Seeing this, the prince looked embarrassed.

Ye Junlin said: "Don't pay attention to him, he's losing weight!"

"So that's it, Fairy Hong is really self-disciplined." The prince sighed.

"You lose weight!" Hong Qianye's eye muscles twitched, and he suppressed his anger, but now he had to turn a deaf ear and swallow his anger.

The prince picked up the wine glass, stood up and toasted Ye Junlin, saying loudly: "Venerable Ye, it is my honor to represent Zhou to entertain such a distinguished guest. I will drink first, you are welcome."

After that, he drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay." Ye Junlin nodded.

The reason why he stayed here was to see if the ghost tribe would make any new moves, because the task issued by the system a few days ago had not yet been rewarded, which made Ye Junlin realize that the task was not successfully completed.

Papa.

Suddenly, the prince clapped his hands, and all the palace maids retreated.

An old man in a gray robe with a calm face walked into the hall with a guqin on his back.

"This is Master Nangong. He is the undisputed number one musician in my Zhou Dynasty. He is very famous in many places in Cangzhou. The music he plays is not only beautiful and beautiful, but also contains some profound Taoist meaning. It is an excellent experience for practitioners. Once, a Nascent Soul monk who was nearing the end of his life came all the way to listen to the music he played. He directly realized what he was playing and had a breakthrough on the spot! "

The prince introduced.

"I, Nangong Changfeng, have met you all!" Nangong Changfeng was neither humble nor arrogant, he cupped his hands and bowed and said calmly.

Every move he made showed an indescribable arrogance.

Ye Junlin rubbed his chin, wondering why this old guy looked so naughty.

"Master Nangong, please start." The prince said in a respectful tone.

Nangong Changfeng sat cross-legged on the ground, placed the guzheng on his knees, and slowly plucked the strings with his fingers, making a wonderful sound that resounded throughout the universe.

Zheng~!

The music is very coherent and smooth, echoing in all directions, and seems to be able to cleanse people's souls.

The whole process.

Li Wujie's face looked a little moved and he listened carefully.

Bai Xiaoxi was so intoxicated that she couldn't help but shake her body slightly.

Hong Qianye's face was expressionless, and she didn't even bother to raise her eyelids.

As for Ye Junlin, when he heard the second half, he even let out a long yawn, held his head with one hand, and fell asleep.

Nangong Changfeng saw it in his eyes, and his old face became more and more gloomy.

What's the meaning?

Is this contempt for my piano skills? !

How many monks heard the music he played and felt grateful as if they had received a treasure, but why did it become a lullaby here?

Nangong Changfeng felt that his self-esteem was frustrated, and he finished playing while holding his breath. He stood up and said coldly: "Your Highness, if this happens in the future, there is no need for you to invite me. I can't afford to embarrass this person!"

The prince coughed a few times, "Master Nangong, what do you mean?"

Nangong Changfeng pointed at Ye Junlin on the main seat and said angrily: "Ask him!"

The prince said cautiously: "Master Ye, do you feel dissatisfied with the music played by Master Nangong?"

Ye Junlin picked his ears and said, "It's just so-so."

He likes music with high melody, but Nangong Changfeng plays it too gently, and he is a smelly old man, so Ye Junlin is not interested at all.

As for the Taoist meaning contained in the sound of the piano, it has no effect at all on a person like him who usually lies on his back and relies solely on touching porcelain for his cultivation.

"Uh." The prince looked embarrassed. He didn't expect that even the music played by Master Nangong was rated as so-so.

This gave the prince a very ridiculous feeling. He had been so fascinated just now!

The prince's mind was moved, and he looked at Hong Qianye, who was still closed, and said secretly: "Did you see that even the red fairy is immersed in it? She closed her eyes and had endless aftertaste!"

After receiving this evaluation, Nangong Changfeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This was a naked humiliation for him who was proud and famous! It is a trample on his personality!

"Shut up! You vulgar guy, you don't understand music at all!" Nangong Changfeng angrily scolded in public.

boom!

A fierce murderous aura erupted.

"Old guy, you've already killed yourself!" Li Wujie's eyes shot out cold light, he grabbed the handle of the knife at his waist and stood up suddenly, and drew the knife to slash at Nangong Changfeng.

As long as the master gives permission, he will immediately hack Nangong Changfeng to death.