"Your Excellency the Holy Lady!" Inside the Dark Goddess Temple, a loud shout resounded through the sky, filled with endless awe and earnestness.

"Your Majesty, I am the Human Emperor Xuanyuan Che. I have come today to beg for your mercy. The world is in chaos, demons are rampant, destroying lives, and the common people are in dire straits and suffering. I hope that the Holy Lady will have mercy on the people of the world and temporarily lend us the Heavenly Demon Harp to help our race survive this unprecedented catastrophe..."

These cries were like the deafening roar of a huge bell, solemn and dignified. Every word was filled with a cherishment for life and a longing for peace.

When Xingyue heard this, her whole body trembled violently, and an indescribable shock surged in her heart.

The voice was as beautiful as the sound of nature, yet it was like a sharp sword piercing the depths of Xingyue's soul, instantly evoking fragments of long-forgotten memories. She couldn't help but stop, slowly closing her eyes, and listening intently to the heartfelt and sincere prayers.

"Xuanyuan Che..." Xingyue whispered the name softly, with a complex and incomprehensible light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Second Luo, standing by, keenly noticed the subtle changes in Xingyue's expression. He couldn't help but feel worried. He quickly stepped forward, tightly grasped her hand, and asked with concern, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Did you hear something that made you uneasy? If you feel unwell, you must tell Luo Luo!"

Xingyue shook her head gently, trying to calm the turmoil within her. She knew this was not the time to act on her emotions. She could borrow the magic harp, but she feared she couldn't go to the human world herself.

After all, the most important task at hand is to find her lost memories. Because only by regaining her past memories can she understand what her true mission is.

Thinking of this, Xingyue took a deep breath, opened her eyes, looked into the distance with a firm gaze, and continued forward with steady and powerful steps.

"Let's go, Lolo." Xingyue took the second Luo's hand and continued to move towards the interior of the demon world.

At the same time, in the Holy Maiden Temple of the Dark Temple, Xuanyuan Che opened his eyes wide and stared in shock at the Yaoqin that appeared out of thin air in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

"Could it be... that this is the Heavenly Demon Harp?"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Che's heart was like a raging sea, surging and turbulent, unable to calm down. This Heavenly Demon Harp was the very reason he had come all this way. Possessing this harp would undoubtedly greatly increase the human race's chances of victory against the demon race.

With a heart full of gratitude and reverence, Xuanyuan Che solemnly bowed to the saint to express his sincere gratitude.

Then, he carefully stretched out his hands and gently touched the strings of the Tianmoqin that were shining with strange light.

Instantly, a mysterious power surged from the zither, flooding Xuanyuan Che's entire body like a torrent. This feeling was so strong and shocking that he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xuanyuan Che made a decisive move, immediately taking the Heavenly Demon Harp with him and leaving the Saint Maiden Temple, rushing back to the battlefield. He knew full well that time was of the essence, and the demonic threat was becoming increasingly severe. If he didn't act quickly, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, on the way back, an accident happened - a group of hideous and vicious monsters suddenly appeared and blocked the way of Xuanyuan Che and his group.

Facing this menacing group of enemies, Xuanyuan Che showed no fear. He stood firmly, his left hand tightly gripping the Tianmoqin, while his right hand expertly plucked the strings. As his fingers danced, a majestic and impassioned melody flowed from the harp.

The music played by Xuanyuan Che based on the "Wuyou Music Score" seemed to possess endless power. As soon as its beautiful and melodious melody sounded, it was like bursts of thunder exploding in the air, deafening; it was also like a surging river, rushing forward without stopping.

Immediately afterwards, those originally invisible and intangible musical notes transformed into extremely sharp and powerful forces, rushing towards the demon clan with overwhelming force.

The demons obviously did not expect to be met with such a fierce counterattack from the tiny humans. They immediately became confused and fled in panic.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xuanyuan Che decisively led everyone in pursuit and advanced all the way forward...Finally, they returned to the battlefield.

Xuanyuan Che's appearance boosted the morale of the human soldiers. He played the Heavenly Demon Harp and commanded them to engage in a fierce battle with the demons.

With the help of the Tianmoqin, the human race gradually gained the upper hand and finally successfully repelled the attack of the demon race.

"Waste! You useless things!"

Upon learning of the demon clan's crushing defeat, the Demon King Yao Yan San slammed his palm heavily on the extremely hard and exquisitely carved armrest of the throne, making a deafening sound.

At this moment, his eyes, which were already full of majesty and domineering, were burning with rage. The blazing light was like two lightning bolts across the sky, as if to completely ignite and burn the entire magnificent demon palace.

The left protector who reported the news to the Demon King had already knelt on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, and he didn't even dare to raise his head a bit to take a look at Demon Nightmare Three.

Because, the left protector knew very well in his heart that the failure of this mission had made the Demon King furious and furious. If he accidentally angered this capricious tyrant, he would probably be subjected to inhumane torture.

"How hateful!" The Demon King gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word full of resentment from between his teeth, "I didn't expect that a mere human being could possess such powerful strength? What's going on?" As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

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