Chapter 350 The Melody of All Sounds (2/2)

As the black phoenix took shape, it headed towards the woman. Its roar could command all living creatures.

The woman turned pale, and she began to mumble. She did not expect this ending.

There were hundred thousand of demon soldiers, and Shen Lian managed to convert them just by the melody of the zither.

The divine master wanted to see Shen Lian's sword will to improve to the next level, but not his cultivation experience.

She knew well that the male divine servant possessed power beyond any average Powang cultivators. However, within the blink of an eye, he was shaved to bits by Shen Lian's sword aura.

When she saw the black phoenix formed by the melody of the zither, she knew clearly about how terrifying the gap between their cultivation experience.

The music could be shapeshifted, and even form a divine creature such as the phoenix. While the world was huge, there were not many who possessed such profound yet powerful Dao techniques.

The black phoenix came too quickly. As she was trapped in the melody, her reaction was slightly more retarded. She could only allow the black phoenix to nod and peck lightly on her forehead. A chilly breath invaded her body.

The black phoenix disappeared after it pecked her, like the reflection in the water, as if it never existed.

The woman did not understand what sort of damage was dealt, but as she thought about it, it was her final thought.

Fan Yanying saw that after the woman's forehead was being pecked by the black phoenix, she lit up like a blazing black fire. Soon there was nothing of her left.

As the playing of the zither stopped, the beasts began to regain consciousness. They moved slowly towards the direction of Shen Lian, and then they dispersed into the depth of the forest. If they were lucky enough, they would never have to fall under the control of other demon kings as demonic soldiers.

Shen Lian sighed, and as the sigh fell on Fang Yanying's ears, she was curious.

Why did Uncle-Master sigh as he could destroy two powerful individuals and convert a hundred thousand demonic soldiers with a swing of an arm?

As she did not understand, hence she posed the question.

”Uncle-Master, what are you worried about?”

”What do you think is unique about the man just now?” Shen Lian asked Fang Yanying.

When Fang Yanying heard the question of uncle-master, she then recalled that the man was arrogant, and when Shen Lian's sword pierced through his eyes and his head, he could recover quickly, as if he was immortal. If not because Uncle-Master's sword aura sneaked into his body, and with the ultimate technique of the sword was transformed into silk, it seemed that he would not die.

The most important part was that he seemed proud of his title, and he even asked Shen Lian whether he knew who he was.

She gathered her thoughts, and said, ”His body was odd as he could recover quickly. If it was not Uncle-Master, others will definitely suffer a great loss if they met him. From his expression, it also seemed that he was not someone average.”

”You're right. He is not a deity, or a monster, or a demon. Even though he suffered an injury that pierced through his head, he could still utilize his strong power to dispel my sword. He then recovered his injury quickly, and this was not due to his cultivation experience, but his innate ability. For such terrifying power, this usually meant that behind him there is a clan that possesses the same bloodline,” Shen Lian spoke slowly.

The celestial sect was passed on through Daoism, and from there appeared celestials who could burn the river and boil the ocean.

In this world, other than through cultivation within a celestial sect to obtain great power, there existed others ways, such as through the worship of the Gods, or through the passing on of the bloodline. One could obtain the power of the deities through these methods.