Originally, when Yu Ziqing saw Bai Zhi coming over, she felt extremely unhappy. However, Bai Zhi admitted Yi Xiaorou's words and called him a fool! How dare she stop him?

Well, this is not the point. The point is that when I heard the scream of the saint and came back to my senses, I saw the Yuexiao in Yi Xiaorou's hands, obediently.

!!What on earth is going on? That is the treasure of the spiritual world! Surrendered to a heretic?! This is not right, he shouted in his heart.

"How's it going?" Bai Zhi smiled slightly proudly behind him and winked mockingly.

Yu Ziqing frowned, feeling unhappy, but at that moment, a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

Heretic... This Yi Xiaorou is a heretic...

The saint is a heretic...

Yi Xiaorou smiled, raised her eyebrows at Yi Qinglan, and smiled a little arrogantly, "Devil Father, would you mind seeing my true power that you have cultivated with all your heart?"

Yi Qinglan sneered, expressing his admiration for Yi Xiaorou's secret stimulation method. He rolled up his sleeves and showed obvious disdain on the slightly hooked corners of his mouth. He did not react much to Yi Xiaorou's contempt.

Regarding his lack of reaction, Yi Xiaorou didn't say anything.

It cannot be said that Yi Xiaorou knows nothing about musical instruments. She was influenced by her mother when she was very young, but the influence was too long. Most of the time, apart from chopsticks, the only thing she used most was a knife, not even a pen.

mentioned.

However, the moment she got it, Yi Xiaorou knew that none of this seemed to be a problem.

The scene in front of her began to disappear, and the world changed from a colorful and magnificent world to a bleak black and white world. The sky was white and the world was black. Except for withered and decaying vegetation, the devastated land was covered with bones.

There are no other colors.

It feels like a vast ocean has turned into a mulberry field in an instant.

Yi Xiaorou held the flute to her lips, and a melody appeared inexplicably in her mind, describing the vicissitudes of life, the bloodshed before the vicissitudes of life, and the fighting of thousands of troops and horses, which could only be transformed into a flute in the end.

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That was... the world in her heart, the world she saw in her heart, and the melody she played.

The person who was fighting stopped, and the person who was not fighting calmed down, with confusion in his eyes, the confusion of being in that desolate place.

But only Nalan Mufeng Phantom and Yi Qinglan noticed that behind her, as the flute played, the black air became more condensed.

The aura exuded by the air mass and the aura of the formation completely merged with the Yin energy that permeated the secluded city.

The sound of the flute continued, and the air mass expanded larger and larger, almost encompassing the space stretched out by Yi Xiaorou's wings, including her.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute turned, and the desolation began to evolve into a kind of sadness, that kind of sadness, as if the separation of life and death, just like the clear sky in summer suddenly covered with dark clouds, there is no cool rain, but there is the scorching heat of summer, gloomy and

The sweltering heat makes people anxious and depressing.

Seeing this, how could Yi Qinglan remain calm? Seeing that Yi Xiaorou's situation was definitely not simple, she controlled such a large amount of power, and he would be stupid if he allowed her to develop further.

It's one thing for him to see Yi Xiaorou's development of strength, but he won't be so stupid that he falls on Yi Xiaorou in the end.

Yi Qinglan moved his hands, and the waiting zombie group received the order, and one by one they started to attack Zi Yuchen and others below with their teeth and claws.

As for Nalan Mufeng, zombies naturally have little resistance to him. With a phantom that is always guarding him, it is a miracle that he can even get even half an inch closer to him.

There was another moment of chaos, mixed with Bai Zhi's scream, "Yi Xiaorou!! Get rid of that thing for me quickly, these dead things are really disgusting, they are not afraid of pain and not afraid of death, ah ah ah

Ah! I’m so bored!!”

However, no matter how loud the scream was, it was of no use. Yi Xiaorou closed her eyes and played the flute in mid-air with one hand.

The sound of the flute continued, and the air mass separated more and more. Behind Yi Xiaorou, it looked more like a thousand troops.

Yi Qinglan's eyes narrowed, and she flew up with five fingers turned into claws to stop her from continuing.

Regardless of the energy of the air mass, Yuexiao alone cannot be underestimated, and... that is still Feng Qian's thing...

Sure enough, she is the Tiger Girl of Jiangmen. Her daughter, even though she has never been in contact with him, is still able to control spiritual power and the power of Yuexiao so skillfully.

He knew Yi Xiaorou's hatred for him. Perhaps this hatred was deliberately created by him and was what he expected.

Demon, if there is no hatred, relying on Feng Qian's teachings, then simplicity will make her become a waste.

But that can only be the emotion that occurs when Yi Xiaorou is under his control. If she really has the ability to resist, he will definitely spare no effort and will never allow her to surpass her.

He will kill him before that! This is related to his future. A disobedient chess piece, no matter how potential or powerful it is, is a useless chess piece.

Even if the power rebounded from this blow may hurt him, it may also directly hurt Yi Xiaorou, whose spiritual power is not particularly stable, and some of the talents he currently possesses will disappear. However, weak chess is always better than useless.

Good chess!

If you are injured, you can cure it. If you are dead, you can revive it. If you are betrayed, it is not so easy to save it.

The shape of the claws covered with layers of strength became more condensed and menacing, and there was even a "puff" sound of breaking through the air.

His face even became uncontrollably proud, and his gloomy aura contained some crazy enjoyment.

He enjoyed the cracking sound that was not much different from the sound of breaking through the air when he crushed her bones. Disobedient chess pieces should be punished!

The claw was about to catch her face. Even though Yi Xiaorou's sensitive ears clearly told her that it was Yi Qinglan's attack, Yi Xiaorou's eyes never opened.

Phantom glanced at Nalan Mufeng cautiously, but saw that he was very interested and didn't want to ask.

With a "Peng" sound, a cyclone and a loud noise suddenly exploded in the air.

Looking up, I saw the black mist surrounding the shadow that was lightening and thickening, extremely unstable, and the breath seemed to be injured.
Chapter completed!