Chapter 232
After fumbled in his arms for a long time, Xia Jie took out a flute carved with bones. He blew a few tones in a 'aaaa' and muttered: "This baby hasn't been useful for a long time, I hope it's still useful." After that, he used his energy and blew an extremely unpleasant and sharp sound, as if the screaming sound of a wild dog after his tail was cut off by a knife.
With a buzzing sound, the light of the pillar of Tongtian swelled out more than a hundred feet. When the lowly disciples of Kunlun Sect heard the flute, their hearts suddenly felt hot and blood spurted out. Their bodies were like being hit by a heavy hammer of tens of thousands of pounds, and they flew towards the surrounding mountains and hit the nearby rocks.
The old Taoist long beard exclaimed: "Be careful with all the fellow disciples, this... this... is such a powerful magic sound." He originally wanted to say how powerful this magic weapon was, but he didn't know the magic weapon in Xia Jie's hand at all, so he could only vaguely get over. The old Taoist Du Xin's expression also changed rapidly, and he ordered his disciples to withdraw from the inside and outside, and sent several senior disciples to rescue the sects who were shocked and sent them away from afar.
Yuan Sheng's body shook violently on the top of the mountain and jumped up. His face was a little strange, and he seemed to look at the red light column in the distance with a little fear, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up, I'm leaving here, that sound will cause great harm to me, I can't stay here. Qinglong, please do whatever you want. When Xia Jie is done, he will kill him... He actually has such a treasure in his hand, it's really..."
A 'woo' scream came again, as if the Bashan monkey was crying in the middle of the night, bringing out the ghostly aura in the sky. Yuan Sheng's face was as green as if it was about to drip water. He laughed and laughed, and the quiet Yuan Sheng disappeared, in return for a Yuan Sheng who was scared and ran away. He raised a white light and went away in an instant. At the same time, he could see him holding his head and screaming in a low voice: "What an ugly sound, I, I, it hurts so much."
Qinglong's eyes were pointed, and he seemed to see a trace of black smoke coming out of Yuan Sheng's body, as if it was burned. He looked at Xuanwu in horror and asked in surprise: "That magic weapon seems to have no effect on us at all, why did the master suffer such serious damage?"
Xuanwu also looked at Qinglong in shock, unable to speak. Sixteen generals in armor looked at me on the mountain and looked at you and I looked at you. The atmosphere was extremely strange. It was so far away that the sound of the flute played by Xia Jie was a little ugly, but it would not cause such great harm to Yuan Sheng? Especially Qinglong, Xuanwu knew that their abilities were all trained by Yuan Sheng. They understood how powerful Yuan Sheng was, but why were they afraid of the sound of the flute?
In the pillar of the sky, Xia Jie showed an ugly smile, and the big eagle's nose seemed to be emitting oil. He looked at Gu Ying with a smile and spewed out three mouthfuls of blood in succession. He said with a smile: "Master Gu Ying, you can cultivate the immortal path with the Nascent Soul, and then transfer the Nascent Soul into this body to avoid the Tianxing, thus avoiding the ascension of the ascendant. Hehe, it is indeed a clever skill."
He shook the white bone flute in his hand, shook his head and said, "However, my treasure of the witch tribe, expelling ghosts and evil spirits is the most effective. However, you have used your spiritual body to pass into your body, your origin is still the Yuanying. Hehe, my flute sound is dedicated to hurting the soul, you must be careful... Alas, I haven't played the small song for a long time. Today, I, Xia Jie, I will play you the most famous mountain song tune of our witch tribe at that time. Hey, this tune is right, a good thing for a beautiful girl to have a secret meeting with her lover on the mountain."
Gu Ying and the others were so amused that they could not have the time to listen to such small songs? Two flute sounds almost shattered their bodies, and the Nascent Soul was almost forced to fly from the body. This flute sound was a must-kill weapon for those who practice Taoism who used secret methods to avoid Tianxing. Gu Ying could only smile helplessly and asked: "The material of this flute is the shin of the dragon? According to legend, this dragon is dedicated to hurting people's souls."
Xia Jie looked at Gu Ying with approval, as if Lao Tzu taught his son a lesson: "Yes, the little baby is indeed knowledgeable. It is the flute made of the shin of the dragon. Unfortunately, the dragon was killed after the ancient battle... Hey, everyone knew the benefits of the dragon. In order to attack the opponent's Sanxian and Lingxian, no matter who in any camp, they tried their best to kill the dragon to make the flute. At that time, tsk, tens of thousands of dragon bone flutes were blowing together, and the sound was really."
"Tsk tsk, the sound is so great... Damn, they are all guys who will scare away ghosts on weekdays. I don't know how ugly the songs I played. The little songs I played at that time, I am afraid that the sound of the flute among the two factions of good and evil is probably the best sound of the flute among the two factions. Listen to it." Xia Jie proudly put the flute close to his lips, and a white energy rushed out of his mouth and sprayed into the bone flute.
‘Gaga, woo, giggle, squeak, squeak…’, the more unpleasant the sound of the flute rose into the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were broken through a hole in the boss, revealing countless stars. Xia Jie narrowed his eyes and was immersed in the sound of his flute. However, for others... this is not the big girl's secret meeting with her lover on the mountain, but it is clearly the sound of a group of wild dogs snatching her bones.
The disciples of the Kunlun Sect ran away with their ears covered. They were not characters like Gu Ying who were specifically restrained by the dragon bone flute, but they could not stand the huge sound. Du Xin and other masters of the Kunlun Sect could only barely stand in the miserable sounds of flutes after wave, but they could not help but frown at the ravages of their eardrums.
Gu Ying and the others trembled all over, and their bodies jumped high on the ground involuntarily. The terrifying sound of flute rushed into their bodies like a saw, forcibly stripping away the connection between their Nascent Soul and the body. Every inch of their entire body was twitching, with a torn and severe pain. The "Shaped True Fire" outside the body burned into their bodies along the seven orifices, giving their bodies a sense of powerlessness that was melting.
They could no longer concentrate their luck, and they could not even feel the existence of their Nascent Soul. In the sound of the flute, their Nascent Soul was so weak and powerless that they could not struggle at all.
Old Mr. Xun's old face had turned purple and black. He roared angrily: "Xia Jie, I should have whipped you to death as soon as I saw you... Didn't your witch tribe die all back then? Why did you keep your bastard who likes to meddle in other people's business? You, you, you... I should have grabbed you to death with one claw back then. What does it have to do with you when we stay in the world and take care of Kunlun? Even if I suffer a blood disaster, what does it have to do with you? You, you..."
A red light flashed, and Old Xun's already old body turned into ashes and flew away. His Nascent Soul emitted a ten-foot red light, stepped on a small cloud, pointed at Xia Jie and cursed for a while. The section where the Tongtian pillar connected to the sky flashed a golden light, and a golden wave cursed down from the sky. Old Xun's Nascent Soul moaned helplessly, and was rolled up without any resistance.
Gu Ying sighed, he raised his palm and slashed on his forehead. Suddenly, his Nascent Soul Fiery Flashed out, and a golden wave came again, and he was also rolled up. Dafang Zhenren and others smiled bitterly and gave up their resistance. Their bodies shattered one after another. After the golden light, Xia Jie was already empty.
Xia Jie shook his head and stuffed the bone flute back into his arms. He frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Do I, Xia Jie, like me, me? Is that true in the past... Well, um... yes, they are from Kunlun, what does it have to do with me? Why do you force them to go to heaven?" Xia Jie's face suddenly became extremely strange. His fingers quickly pinched a few times, and suddenly jumped up and scolded him: "Bad God, stinking God, I, Xia Jie, have been calculated by you who deserves to die again."
He angrily punched the sky for a long time, and the more he cursed, he became happier. A huge lightning flash in the sky slashed down mercilessly and slashed straight on Xia Jie's forehead. Xia Jie was suddenly chopped for more than ten times, and his whole body fell to the ground. Xia Jie rolled over and crawled, put away the red light of the "Tongtian Pillar", and flew out towards Dongfang with cursing. "Damn, God really can't be scolded, although he was plotted by God again, ah... But I'm not God's opponent, forget it, forget it."
The Kunlun disciples with sad faces looked at the empty sky, and tears flowed out of their eyes. The nine largest backers of Kunlun Mountain were swept away by the heavens. Well, they should have ascended, but they were not happy but sad, as if they suddenly had a big piece of their hearts. Fortunately, the huge lightning awakened the old Taoist Du Xin. He pointed at Xia Jie in anger and scolded: "All fellow disciples are all these immortal damn guys. If he hadn't used evil methods to calculate, how could the uncle master and the others ascend? Slash him for this Taoist master!"
For the first time, hundreds of disciples from East and West Kunlun were working together to chase Xia Jie. They flew out their magic weapons, flying swords, and billions of colorful lights roared down. Their momentum was simply earth-shaking, and they had the power of killing gods and killing Buddhas. The old Taoist of the Long Rank of the East Kunlun, who had always been in harmony with each other, and they stood side by side, urging the most powerful sword technique of the Kunlun Sect, "Miaotian".
A series of thin and extremely sharp golden lights shot from all directions and gathered on Du Mie. The two of them shouted wildly, and a huge golden sword energy roared out, shaking the mountains and the earth within a radius of hundreds of miles. The huge sword energy, which was a hundred feet thick, bombarded the astonished Xia Jie with countless lightning lights.
Xia Jie roared in distress: "I just let your ancestors ascend to heaven. This is a great thing. Why do you want to trouble me? I, I was framed." Xia Jie was so distressed. Since he practiced to the highest level of the witch clan, but gave up the opportunity to ascend to heaven and become a god, he had no choice but to accept the tragic fate that could be influenced by the consciousness of the heaven. Who told him to be able to touch the heaven and the earth at all times? Sometimes some inexplicable wills came, and Xia Jie would do strange things inexplicably, and he felt wronged.
Seeing the huge "Die Tian" sword energy coming, Xia Jie didn't dare to fight hard. Although he was sure that the sword energy could not hurt him, he was afraid that the sword energy that was back from the recoil would hurt the two masters of the Kunlun Sect, and he would really have a blood feud with the Kunlun Sect, which would be unfavorable to the future development of the witch clan. So he could only continue to run away with his head and let the dragon-like sword energy and countless sword lights chase him behind him.
With the loud "rumbling" sound, the Kunlun Mountains suffered a huge disaster this time. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, all the hills were lowered out of thin air by hundreds of feet. Hundreds of years later, I believe that when people in later generations saw these hills, they were no longer as grand as they are today.
In the distance, Qinglong grabbed Xuanwu, who was about to fly out. Xuanwu looked at Qinglong in confusion and asked: "Qinglong, the master told us to assassinate Xia Jie whenever we have the chance. Why are you?"
Qinglong snorted and glanced at Xuanwu with dissatisfaction. "Idiot, Xuanwu, are you too lazy to use your brain? All the masters of the Kunlun Sect are chasing Xia Jie. If we rush up and fight Xia Jie, we are afraid that we will be smashed into it by the Kunlun Sect's people? Tens of thousands of heavenly thunders bombarded the body... What level have you practiced the Xuanwu Divine Art? Can you withstand the bombardment of those magic weapons? Look, what kind of magic weapons are they fighting for by the masters of the Kunlun Sect?"
Xuanwu looked at it carefully for a long time and said hesitantly: "'Shen Shen Bell','Soul Banner','Caitian Pestle,'Void Mirror','Lu Ling Mirror','Ruyi Li Fire Chime'... Hey, Qinglong, I think we'll still watch it here. If we are bombarded by these magic weapons, we may not be able to stop the armor on our bodies." Xuanwu took a few steps back honestly, and looked at the top-quality magic weapons flying all over the sky with a little at a loss.
Qinglong stood there with a hunch, looking at the magic weapons that flashed with a little greedily. "If you can destroy Kunlun, you will really make a lot of money. Tsk tsk, the ancient treasures of Yiyuan Sect have been praised by the master for the Right Saint and the others for a long time. If we can snatch these magic weapons back, I'm afraid it's not... However, with our strength, it will be a little more difficult to swallow Kunlun. Xuanwu, Right Saint, and Zuo Saint's personnel plus us, I'm afraid they can't compare to the group of dead ghosts overseas last time, right?"
Xuanwu nodded slowly, swallowed the big man, and sighed: "It's better than them, hey, it depends on these treasures made by the Kunlun Sect, damn it."
Xia Jie had just transformed the mysterious skills and avoided the strong sound of the "Shen Shen Bell". The "Yinpo Banner" blew on him with a slight yin fire, and a green whip mark appeared on his dark skin. At the same time, the "Kaitian Pestle" that changed like a mountain, slashed down with a huge roar. The "Void Mirror" shot out a series of cold lights, covering his fish-like figure, making him slow to move. And the most hateful "Ruyi Li Fire Chime" shot out a bunch of sky fires, surrounding him and burning continuously.
Especially the sword lights emitted by thousands of top-grade flying swords shot from all directions like raindrops. Even though his "undestructible golden body" had been practiced to the level of Great Perfection, he was still hurt all over his body. There were too many, so he could not dodge at all. For example, if a child hits you with a punch, it would not hurt, but if ten thousand children hit you a hundred times in the same place, you may not be able to save your bones.
Xia Jie was so angry that he screamed and jumped in the air and started to scold: "Listen to you, the people from the Kunlun Sect, you are a lot of people today, I, the hero Xia Jie, will not suffer any loss in front of you. You wait, wait for hundreds of years, and my witch clan will grow stronger. I will take thousands of witch clan disciples to you Kunlun to seek justice today...Oh, are you really trying to fight?"
The huge "Kaitian Pestle" hit Xia Jie's forehead. The stars in front of him flashed randomly and were pressed straight on the ground. Then the "Kaitian Pestle" was like a pile driver, and it was bombarded continuously. Xia Jie was furious and cursed. As soon as he stood up, he was immediately knocked into the deeper and deeper hole. He had used the "Shaped True Fire" for more than two months to refine the body of Gu Ying and the others. The energy consumption was already huge, so at this time, he was powerless to resist the continuous ravages of the Kunlun Sect masters.
Finally, Xia Jie, who was so angry that he chose to escape wisely. He took out a strange-shaped skull and threw it into the sky. His body was suddenly shrouded in thick smoke. The "Woooo" ghost roar came from all directions, and countless groups of ghost fire flew around. How could the Kunlun Sect expect that Xia Jie had such a trick? He had no time to stop him in a hurry, and was forced to escape from the encirclement by some of the ghost fire smoke.
Xia Jie's voice came from all directions: "You can remember the little kid from Kunlun Sect, grandpa, don't be touched by you in the future, otherwise I will break someone's butt when I see one."
Chapter completed!