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Hearing Di Jun's voice, Wen Zhong's pupils shrank, and he suddenly raised his hand, so that the gods who heard Di Jun's voice would stabilize and not be distracted.

As far as they know, Di Jun should have died. Even if he is not dead, he will be surviving. How could such a strong and powerful voice come about?

After this sound, the Mo Qilin under Wen Zhong's crotch slowly took a step back, as if he could hear a very terrifying sound.

Wen Zhong glanced at Qilin and stared at the direction where the sound came. The sound of the piano was still coming from there. After listening carefully, it was a song called "Liang Fu Yin" by the mortal world.

The general meaning of the song is:

Step out of Qicheng Gate and look into Yindangli from afar;

There are three tombs in the middle, and they are all similar.

Ask whose tomb it is, Tian Jiang Guyezi;

The ability to rank Nanshan, and the ability to rank the Jedi Chronicle in literature.

Once he was slandered, two peaches killed three soldiers;

Who can plan for this? The Prime Minister of the Kingdom, Yan Zi, is the son of the country.

Wen Zhong didn't know why Di Jun played this song, but he listened to the music with strength, neither impatient nor impatient, nor robbed or fight, as if the outside world was fighting right and wrong in the blink of an eye, and it was like a sound that determined the world, which made him dare not act rashly, but instead sweat broke out from his forehead.

At this moment, suddenly, several demons in the Sun Palace heard about it, retreated completely, and ran towards the piano.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong hurriedly led the heavenly soldiers to follow him.

As soon as I arrived at the source of the sound, I saw a tree as big as a palace. It was Di Jun's Fusom tree, his native spiritual root. It was both deteriorated and prospered.

The Fusom tree is still lush with branches and leaves, emitting a golden light, not as if it was seriously injured.

A man in a noble dark red crown dress under the tree was playing the piano, playing the indifferent song, completely immersed in the sound of the piano. The demons who came a moment ago all stood behind the Fusang tree, accompanied him and listened to him playing the piano.

Apart from a guqin, there was only a bright lamp on the table, which was so clean and concise that there was no dust or debris at all.

Behind him were two boys, one holding an incense burner and the other holding a fan, so calm, like quietly flowing water.

Wen Zhong looked at Di Jun and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

The person in front of him is the Demon Emperor, the former Emperor of Heaven, and the arrogant god, just one step away from the saint.

This was the first time Wen Zhong met Di Jun. His calmness made Wen Zhong fear and respect him. It was said that Di Jun was far-sighted and had to do everything in the world with his hands. As expected, only those who could be so calm when others were put on their necks could do it.

If Wen Zhong hadn't taken the destiny to kill him, Wen Zhong felt that he might have given up, but this is the case with the world, everyone did their own things and fulfilled their ambitions.

Wen Zhong calmed down the heavenly soldiers and generals behind him, but the sweat on his forehead did not decrease, but instead continued to rise.

After hesitating for a long time, he walked forward a few steps alone with his crotch on his hips. At this time, Di Jun slowly raised his eyes and looked at him. There was a hint of smiling charm in his eyes, which made him stop suddenly.

The depth in his eyes scared Wen Zhong. He felt that through Di Jun's pupils, he could see all kinds of things in the world, the crisscrossing and all things flowing. He was shocked and dared not move.

Di Jun didn't say anything, and the sound of the piano under his fingertips was still floating out rhythmically, as if there was nothing around him, and it was so empty that it was particularly quiet. Even the sound of the heavenly soldiers and generals behind Wen Zhong could hear clearly.

Wen Zhong wanted to ask him why? Why is he so calm, why is his deterrence made him and the heavenly soldiers and generals behind him feel deeply frightened? He was obviously just playing the piano, ignoring everything, and the demon soldiers behind him were only 40,000, which was incomparable to the 100,000 heavenly soldiers behind him!

After a long time, just when Wen Zhong was stunned, something unexpected happened. A red light and shadow behind Wen Zhong suddenly rushed to his eyes, rushed into Di Jun's chest, and carefully saw that it was Huntian Ling, the third prince of Nezha.

The Huntian Ling passed through Di Jun's chest, and Qin Yin paused slightly, and he did not hide or block.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong quickly raised his wrist and prepared to launch an attack.

But unexpectedly, in just a moment, Di Jun's finger fell on the strings again, and he still maintained the look he had seen before, and continued to play this indifferent song.

At this moment, Wen Zhong's face was pale and he suddenly tightened the rope of Mo Qilin. He only roared by Wen Qinlin, then turned around and left, accompanied by Wen Zhong's shout: "Retreat!"

Yes! He must withdraw his troops! Di Jun was not dead even after being penetrated by Huntian Ling in his chest. There is only one possibility, and he was not injured at all!

He was too lazy to stop Nezha's attack because it would not have any impact on him. Then Di Jun was not injured, wouldn't he deliberately lure them to come!

And even if it is not, so what? Di Jun's calmness has disrupted their morale, and they are no longer able to attack the Sun Palace.

Just as Wen Zhong thought so, the heavenly soldiers and generals present had collapsed. Some people even fled in a hurry after Wen Zhong's order and rushed directly to the exit of the Sun Palace without looking back. They could not fight anymore! No matter whether Di Jun was really energetic or pretended to be energetic, they didn't dare to fight!

After a moment, the Sun Palace was purified. When several demon clans saw the heavenly soldiers retreat, they all cheered.

But at this moment, "dou"! Suddenly, I heard only the sound of the strings breaking, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

When he looked again, a circle of bright red blood spread across Di Jun's chest, which actually covered his dark red clothing. This was the broken soul that would make the blood flow so thoroughly.

Ji Meng and others were shocked when they saw this and rushed to Di Jun. However, Di Jun raised his hand to stop him. He still sat straight and said quietly without any hesitation: "Don't come over."

But his body was trembling so hard that he could not stabilize at all. He saw that he had just raised his hand, and he put it down on the piano platform, and continued to sit up straight, and ordered word by word: "After I go, no one can stay in the Sun Palace anymore."

After saying that, Di Jun waved his hand: "Okay, let's go down."

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of tears echoed in the Sun Palace, but no one stopped. He saw rays of light flying out of the Sun Palace, and even Ji Meng, Yingzhao and others left in several lights and shadows.

Next to the Fusom tree, Di Jun was left alone. The strings were broken and the sound of the piano was gone. The incense burner that was put back on the table by the boy was soon burned out.

A piece of Fusom tree leaf fell on Di Jun's robe. He reached out and brushed it open, glanced at the empty Sun Palace, closed his eyes, and curled up the iconic smile on his face.

"Huh"! A sound of wind blew, blowing out the candlelight on the table.

At that moment, the sun in the sky suddenly darkened, as if it had fallen, and the world was pitch black...
Chapter completed!