When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

Chapter 161 God’s Will

East China Sea, Zuzhou, Yunmeng Pavilion Headquarters.

Mrs. Feng was sitting at the top. The atmosphere in the entire hall was very solemn. Ji Feng had already sent back the news about Miaoyin Pavilion.

Dozens of sects and two great souls, no matter how slow their reactions were, knew that such a battle was not simply about Fang Nishang walking down the mountain.

Combined with the incident at the Demon Sect some time ago, everyone in the Feng family noticed an aura of imminent rain.

Mrs. Feng tapped her cane lightly and hummed: "Everyone has no future. Look at themselves, they can't even stand! Even if Xuanmen and Demon Dao really join forces to target our family, they You have to pay a price!"

"Okay! Let's go down and do your own thing. Don't lose your sense of proportion because of this."

Even though she seemed to be in control when facing the disciples of her clan, she felt deep uneasiness deep in her heart.

Even though the True Immortal Yuanshen is usually aloof, a single action can determine the fate of all people, and a single word can determine the laws of the world.

But when the real catastrophe comes, they will be no different from ordinary monks.

Especially the incident in the Chi Kiss Secret Realm that just happened, the Five Emperors Family lost five true immortals!

What is even more frightening is that even if the clan subsequently used the Daojun series to find out the details, they could not find any information about Tang Yuan.

Under such circumstances, not only the Feng family, but also other families also vaguely felt that there was an invisible big net that was overwhelmingly covering the Five Emperors family.

"If the sky is still in five colors at this time, who would dare to do this to my family!" Old Mrs. Feng looked up at the sky and sighed in her heart with unwillingness in her eyes.

Don't look at how powerful the Five Emperors Family is in the Earthly Immortal Realm, with almost no one able to compete with them.

But you know, even the five-color heaven is a thing of the past!

At that time, these ethnic groups were just branches that were not qualified to go to the heaven and stayed in the ancestral land of the immortal world.

If not for the collapse of the Divine Court, many spiritual treasures broke through the realm and came to surrender, their branches might not even be able to survive the cleansing of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

The reason why the Five Emperors Family has been able to dominate for a period of time is that it even opened the Yunmeng Pavilion to seize a lot of resources in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

However, it was the three major lineages of Taoism and Buddhism that were constantly fighting each other, and there were constant conflicts even within themselves, so the Five Emperors Family did what they did at the right time.

Today's world is still ruled by Taoism, and only Buddhism and Demonism can slightly compete with it. Any remaining forces are worthless in front of them.

"Old friend, it seems it's time for me to go out for a walk!" After pondering for a moment, Mrs. Feng stood up with a cane, as if she was talking to someone.

In the void next to her, a piano sound suddenly sounded. It was clear and sweet, but it also had a chilling meaning, which was unmistakable.

.......

City of Sound.

Wang Heng looked at the young man in front of him and said with a cold expression: "You can't win against me. Since you are not a true follower of the law, why not just give up like them?"

Faced with such contempt, Ji Li just smiled and said indifferently: "You and I are the same. Since we are standing here, there is no reason to give in to our own hearts and retreat easily!"

As he spoke, he took out a piano again and placed it gently on the table.

With her slender white fingers, she gently fiddled with it and attracted everyone's attention with just a few sounds.

"This is a drama from my youth, I hope you will appreciate it!"

Even Yan Cai was distracted for a moment by the gentle tone.

Luo You's eyes were slightly curious, and he said to Tang Yuan: "This Qin once had a spirit. It should be a magic weapon that fell from the Lingbao series. Judging from its format, it was probably made by the Feng family in the past, who imitated Fu Xi Qin with great fanfare. The remaining scraps.”

When the Five-Colored Heaven fell, each family descended from the Five Emperors had the most famous clan spirit treasure in the history of the clan come to invest in it.

However, some of the most exquisite spiritual treasures like Xuanyuan Sword and Fuxi Qin are still in the hands of their original owners or lost somewhere. Anyway, like other spiritual treasures... they didn't fall to the earthly fairy world, to the Ji family or the Feng family.

In order to imitate this Fuxi family's representative spirit treasure, the Feng family spent countless amounts of spiritual materials and treasure embryos.

Finally, a Lingbao-level "Fuxi Qin" was finally made.

Others that did not succeed were called scraps. Even if it is a waste product, it is built to the highest standards.

The spiritual materials he consumes are still too good for refining spiritual treasures. If he were to refine them into magic weapons, it would be a complete waste of resources!

Therefore, the piano in Ji Li's hands is probably one of the "waste pianos" of that year.

Even the "waste piano" is compared to the prestigious "Fuxi Qin" which is at the phantom level!

After talking about the song, everyone still had some unfinished thoughts, still lingering among the misty white clouds and towering green mountains outlined by the sound of the piano.

Stay in that fairy life like a paradise, with wandering clouds and wild cranes.

Logically speaking, this piece of music is just average, but with the wonderful piano sound, the effect is surprisingly good.

The illusion created by the ethereal sound of the piano almost enchanted everyone.

This is the power of a pseudo-spiritual treasure!

At this time, Ji Li was almost exhausted.

Someone had to do some tricks on the piano in advance to support him, and he played the entire song while giving full play to the piano.

Otherwise, Ji Li's cultivation of Yanfa and his not-so-top musical level would be impossible to control this pseudo-spiritual treasure. It would be impossible to even exert 10% of its strength.

But now... with the bonus of this pseudo-spiritual treasure, Ji Li's level of law is undoubtedly top-notch!

Even Wang Heng was fascinated by it. When he saw Ji Li put away the piano and looked at him, he slowly said: "Even without the piano, this is still a beautiful piece of music."

Ji Li was stunned when he heard this, then smiled and said: "It's just a random thing, not worth mentioning!"

But there was something more inexplicable in his expression.

When it was Wang Heng's turn, he carefully took out the bamboo flute, wiped it a few times, then put it to his mouth and tried a few notes.

Although the sound is also crisp and sweet, it can't be compared with the natural sound of Ji Li's piano!

But there was no worry or fear on Wang Heng's face, just a hint of confidence in his calmness.

"This is a song I composed one day while watching the fight between ants. Please listen to it!"

……

No one has ever imagined that just one flute can play such complex and chaotic tunes and changes.

In the sound of Wang Heng's flute, two groups of ant tribes, like two countries, staged countless conspiracies and plots, and the country hated the family!

Even though they are just ants that live and die and no one cares about them, there are heroes, beauties, treacherous ministers, and common people among them.

Each ant constitutes this epic and magnificent kingdom!

The story gradually reaches its climax. Outside the two tribes, a more terrifying thing is quietly happening.

Wang Heng discovered them!

He is like the creator god or the destroyer of these ants.

He can decide the survival of these two tribes according to his own preferences.

Fires ignite, floods destroy the world, or the world is turned upside down. These world-ending disasters are nothing more than a piece of cake for Wang Heng.

But for these two tribes, it was a disaster that they could not even imagine.

It is an incomprehensible sudden catastrophe!

It’s like God’s will is ethereal and unpredictable!

Just at the climax... there was a click!

The bamboo flute suddenly broke!

(End of this chapter)