The sound of the flute became more powerful than the sound of the flute. The sound of the flute with black resentment swallowed up the Immortal Lord's flute sound and then attached itself to his body-protecting spirit shield. Like a tarsal maggot, the black resentment turned into

Tiny maggots squirmed with their soft bodies and gnawed at the spiritual power on the golden light of his body.

Immortal Master noticed something, and slowly raised his eyes that had been closed. His eyes fell on the maggots that were transformed into small and soft resentments one after another outside the body-protecting spirit shield. There was a bit of deep thought in his eyes.

His gaze shifted to the source of the spiritual power of the flute sound, which was running towards him one after another, constantly devouring his flute sound, making it more powerful, and filled with black resentment.

That flute is strange yet familiar.

His brows were deeply furrowed, but in the blink of an eye, he quickly returned to his calm appearance.

As if everything just now was just an illusion.

It was just that the sealed gourd in his sleeves was obviously not that calm. The wind poured into his sleeves, blowing the charm attached to the gourd slightly, and the things in the gourd began to move restlessly.

The immortal's face changed slightly, but before he could react, the gourd floated out from his sleeves. One corner of the charm attached to the mouth of the bottle was blown away by the wind, and the small green jade gourd came out of it again and again.

It bumped into the body-protecting spirit shield of the Immortal Lord, as if trying to push away this obstruction that blocked its movement.

The Immortal Lord stretched out his hands and placed them with sword fingers on his chest. He closed his eyes and murmured a spell. He drew something in the air with one hand. As the spell fell, a golden talisman appeared in the air. As the Immortal Lord's right hand moved forward, it was sealed.

Inside the green gourd, the corner of the talisman that had gradually fallen off also returned to its original state and stuck firmly to the mouth of the bottle.

He simply put the small gourd in a Qiankun bag and put it on his waist.

After these actions, many maggots transformed from resentment had gathered together and gnawed at the spiritual shield that protected his body until it gradually became weaker.

Yi Xiaorou is not like Xian Zun who can ensure that she is worry-free even if she closes her eyes, so she saw everything Xian Zun did just now.

His emotional abnormality was caused by seeing the resentment and the flute in his hand rose. And after his emotional abnormality, the seal of the gourd was untied.

He didn't even bother to deal with it himself, he only wanted to seal the gourd first to show its importance.

And he said before that Nalan Mufeng took away a piece of his soul... The seal that sealed Nalan Mufeng on the tower and the jade gourd seemed to be the same seal.

Maybe...that is the so-called Immortal Lord's soul that was removed.

In order to deal with Nalan Mufeng, he did not hesitate to secretly help him grow. The reason is that the soul can affect Nalan Mufeng. Before Nalan Mufeng removed the soul, the soul should still be awake and not asleep.

Because it was awakened, and the previous emotional memory of Qingxi was also awakened, and it felt the resentment of Qingxi again.

His trump card against Nalan Mufeng is the obsession attached to Nalan Mufeng before the soul was eliminated. As a trump card against Nalan Mufeng, is this also his weakness?

After all, everything comes from his love for Qingxi!

And it must be a very deep love, otherwise he would not directly kill him.

However, the fact that the Immortal Lord can hang such an important thing directly on his waist shows that he is also extremely confident.

Yi Xiaorou had read the record of the bag containing the gourd in the Hundred Treasures Book. It was a unique treasure in the world. It was previously made by a powerful person, but now it has become the private property of the Immortal Lord.

That Qiankun bag has spiritual consciousness and can be passed down. No one other than the holder of the bag can open it.

This is the reason why the Immortal Lord can be hung on his waist with confidence.

He was sure that Yi Xiaorou was weaker than him.

The Immortal Lord probably also discovered the trouble with Yi Xiaorou. He picked up the flute again and put it to his lips. The flute sound was bleak and contained murderous intent.

The golden light that originally wrapped around him was circling like a dragon, and the resentment attached to the golden light was washed away. The golden light shot up to the sky, driving away the dark clouds in the sky, and the sky above Yi Xiaorou's head rang with thunder again, a roar, and purple thunder and lightning.

The bag was chopped off the top of Yi Xiaorou's head.

Purple electricity is the most yang and strong thing in the world, specializing in controlling evil spirits.

Yi Xiaorou felt a bone-chilling pain spread throughout her body, the notes on her lips paused for a few symbols, and her fingers on the flute trembled because of the pain.

When the pain gradually dissipated, Yi Xiaorou's eyes were no longer as indifferent as they had always been. She held the flute tightly with both hands, veins popped up on the back of her hands, and the black resentment on the flute gradually seeped from her fingertips.

There was complete murderous intent in his eyes.

She doesn't think about anything now, she just wants to kill him. There is only one thought in her mind: kill him, kill him, she must see him die in front of her.

She slowed down, took a deep breath, and suppressed the violent thoughts rising in her heart.

Before the second wave of purple lightning arrived, she held up the protective shield. She held the flute, and when the flute sounded, powerful resentment soared into the sky. The purple lightning also struck more frequently, and the golden light that protected the body of the Immortal was almost densely attached to it.

Maggots, gnawing at his spiritual shield.

Finally, many maggots died from gnawing too much spiritual energy. The next moment, new ones were added. Finally, a small maggot gnawed a hole, and then the hole became bigger and bigger, and the black bug pounced directly on the fairy.

His clothes were chewed up on his body, and his skin was exposed to the air.

The thunder continued to roar, and Yi Xiaorou, who was struck by the purple lightning, used her own strength to resist it without hesitation. It was a head-on attack. Her eyes turned red in the end, and her clothes were scorched in several places.

Her skin was scorched black, and she watched as the maggots completely gnawed away his protective barrier, one after another clinging to his body, with a vengeful smile on her lips, and her body fell to the ground with a splash, throwing up a large amount of dust.

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She doesn't feel well, and Immortal Lord doesn't even think about having a good time.

Finally...finally...the breath that had been holding in my heart for so many years was relieved.

Her dirty and black face could only be seen covered in red, and the pain caused by the heavy blow to her body seemed to return at this moment. Her mouth spit out a large mouthful of black blood, and tears filled the corners of her eyes.

Something broke at this moment, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

The Immortal Master held on and used his spiritual power to shake away the resentment on his body, but the resentment continued to flow, and his iron-impermeable body was bitten one after another by these insects.

The mouth of the Qiankun bag hanging at the waist did not escape the bite of insects. The mouth of the bag suddenly opened wide, the gourd flew into the air, and the talisman paper attached to the mouth of the bottle began to spontaneously ignite from a corner and turned into ashes.

The mouth of the gourd moved and burst open from the inside. Something jumped out of the mouth of the bottle and penetrated into the immortal's forehead. His struggle to break away the maggots on his body also stopped.

The maggots attached to his body suddenly stopped gnawing and turned into black air that penetrated his body.

Yi Xiaorou's body moved, but she still sensed what happened with her spiritual sense. With a mocking smile on her lips, she slowly closed her eyes in relief.

The only person who can open the Qiankun Bag is the owner of the Qiankun Bag, but isn't the one who is sealed in it also the Immortal Lord himself?

When his true consciousness weakens, his own soul becomes stronger. It is only a matter of time that he breaks the bag of heaven and earth and breaks the seal.

The soul returned to its original position, and the resentment belonging to Qingxi entered the body of the Immortal along with various memories.

Something seemed to be breaking out of the ground in his heart. The emotions that once belonged to him, that he had suppressed for a long time, and that he had abandoned came overwhelming like a tide, almost drowning him and suffocating him.

All the usual scenes passed before his eyes, like a horse watching flowers.

The heroic woman holding a long sword seemed to appear in front of him. She seemed to be still standing in front of the slave market where all walks of life were sold. All the shouts and noises faded away, and everything lost its color.

When he saw the escaped slave being discovered, he saw her standing in the street. He opened his eyes wide and drew his dagger to kill her, but she cut him down with her sword without mercy.

He also saw that a young child who was still learning to speak was being sold. She bought the child and secretly gave it to ordinary people to support.

He felt that the woman was different.

At the beginning, he was still a practicing disciple who had just left the mountain, and he did not know her identity.

Later, after they met, they had a very happy conversation. Although they had differences on many things, there was no resentment between them and they only became happier as they talked.

Later, he really knew her identity, and she had known him for a long time. He had struggled with it, but he still kept it secret from the fairy world and continued to get along with her.

Because he knew that she actually didn't like some heretical behaviors, but it was just the general trend and there were too many things she couldn't control.

She was also willing to change for herself, and he saw it.

Many of the people who wanted to assassinate her were spared their lives because of themselves.

"I think our relationship is different. We should have our own title. I'll call you Qingqing."

He saw her confused look, but she didn't ask anything, just said one word, "Okay."

"Don't you want to know why?"

"Why?" She asked as he wished.

"I have a small handwriting that no one else knows. Apart from me, you are the only one in the world who knows it. My name is Zijin."

"oh."

He knew that her favorite book was the Book of War. She must have never read the Book of Songs, and he didn't say it out loud.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.

Later, the conflict between the heretics and the six realms became more and more serious. He saw the heretics killing without any bottom line. Many of his fellow disciples died tragically in the battle, and even their souls were gone, and there would be no afterlife.

Only then did he realize that gods were also mortal, and died so easily.

He didn't question her and got along with her calmly as always.

She didn't seem to notice anything unusual about him at all, nor did she have any quarrel with him because of the war between the immortal world and the heretics. Many secrets were kept from him.

He also noticed the look in the eyes of the guard beside Yu Qingxi. Later, because the female guard contradicted him, he never saw that guard again.

Later, step by step, he deceived her into all the defense plans and the heretic's weaknesses, and then broke through the heretic's defenses step by step, and then attacked Qiong Island.

She seemed to have guessed it a long time ago and was not surprised at all. She just asked him coldly.

Then, he destroyed his spirit beads and died in front of him.

She seemed to be very calm from beginning to end, even in death.

The Immortal Lord also remembered that the most similar thing between Yi Xiaorou and her was that she held resentment towards the world!

All the resentment she had before her death was passed down to that flute. It was the flute he had given her. Now, by passing it on to Yi Xiaorou, it was repaid to him!

She must have never loved herself. Although she believed in herself on the surface, she never gave an explanation even when his fellow sect members died at the hands of heretics and how many immortal sects were tortured and killed by heretics.

Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit the sound??
Chapter completed!