All Long Er thinks about is Xia Shang. If this son dies, it’s hard to get rid of his resentment! At this moment, how can he easily escape? Not to mention that the Great Perfection Master is here, even the emperor’s presence can’t stop Long Er from killing Xia Shang.

heart of.

"Want to leave?!"

Long Er sneered, carrying a vast amount of energy, and these two words echoed in the world.

This is the power of transmitting sound and capturing souls. It is a perfect power. This cold snort can cause everyone who hears it to have their eardrums shattered and their orifices to bleed.

Long Er was extremely confident about this.

But although the sound echoed around the world, it failed to spread further. It only echoed in this small world...

Long Er frowned and hid his figure in the black clouds. He glanced coldly at the sedan below and knew that it was the person in the sedan who did it.

"Big! Round! Full!"

At this moment, Long Er finally realized the power of the person below him. Every word he spoke, his angry expression could not help but feel heavier.

"No matter who you are! It doesn't matter whether you are a Dzogchen or not! Today I want to tell you that the strength of Dzogchen in this world is not the same, and there are high and low Dzogchen! Let me see how capable you are?"

Having said that, Long Er waved one hand, and the chaotic world where he was was suddenly changed drastically. Suddenly, strong winds swept across, dark clouds rolled, and a giant dragon composed of dark clouds appeared in the sky, wrapped in Long Er's unique pale true energy.

It rushed straight into the direction of Xia Shang's escape with lightning speed. Although the dragon was powerful, it was also extremely fast. It penetrated the sky and earth where Caixia was in an instant, and could catch up with Xia Shang in just a few breaths...

In the vast world, on both sides of yin and yang, the two Dzogchens faced off in an earth-shattering confrontation. A scene that had not been seen for decades unfolded on the deserted official road in the wilderness. Unfortunately, no one could see the battle today. Even Xia Shang could only see a glimpse of it.

, I can only feel the restlessness of heaven and earth.

In that confrontation, the black clouds and the colorful clouds each occupied half of the world, and the two completely different momentums fought with each other non-stop.

The coercion brought by the two strands of Dzogchen Qi caused the surrounding low trees to break their branches and droop, as if all the people were surrendering.

The white-clothed white sedan did not reveal the true appearance of the person in the sedan. It only stopped peacefully on the ground and looked up at Long Er. He was able to compete with him. He could not be said to be a peerless expert.

Xia Shang didn't know he was awake after he died, but he suddenly felt the presence of Long Er's breath. Later, from a long distance away, he could feel its earth-shaking power, which made people unable to breathe.

Xia Shang was about to turn around, but the two beautiful girls with her smiled faintly: "Young master, don't be alarmed, the lady will take care of herself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint sound of flute suddenly came from the sky and the earth, bringing with it the coolness of calming the mind and soothing the mind, flowing into Xia Shang's heart like a clear spring.

With the sound of the flute, the turmoil of the world disappeared in this moment, as if the world had forgotten the sound, and only the faint sound of the flute became the only melody.

The sound of the flute is very beautiful and familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere...

Xia Shang wanted to turn around, but fell asleep deeply amid the cool and pleasant sound of the flute...

Xia Shang fell asleep, but the sound of the flute was still there, but the faint sound had the power to turn the world around. Even the giant dragon gathered by the black clouds could not block the sound of the flute. It gradually lost its power in the air and disappeared without a trace.

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The sound of the flute defused Long Er's almost full-force attack. Long Er turned pale when he saw this: "Jade Xiao Tian Yin Kung! Shui Yue Fairy of Shui Yue Villa!"

Everyone in the world knows Fairy Shuiyue, and her identity has been exposed as soon as she plays the iconic flute.

but……

Long Er frowned and couldn't believe it: "Impossible! Even the one from Shuiyue Villa is only the youngest and weakest in Dzogchen. How could it be possible that he could neutralize my attack with just the sound of the flute?"

At this time, from the car below, a vague female voice came out again: "It makes sense, there are strong and weak in the realm of Dzogchen. After all, there is a gap between you and me."

"What a strong tone! I have just read the first and second volumes of the Heavenly Book. I am the only one in the world. In the Great Perfection, there are no more than three people who can defeat me! You, Fairy Shuiyue, are not enough!"

As he spoke, the two sides of heaven and earth met, and the collision of true energy caused the ground to shake. The heaven and earth seemed to collapse, like the end of the world.

Long Er has broken out of the clouds and descended from the sky, carrying his own pale energy. He transformed into a dragon shape halfway, like a giant dragon fetching water, pointing directly at the car below.

This was a force that destroyed the heaven and the earth. Feeling Long Er's supreme pressure, the ground sank. The wood chips not far away were directly crushed into powder.

Where Long Er's target was pointed, there was a strong wind, and the sedan curtain was lifted, revealing a cold and pretty face, without a trace of emotion, without a trace of fluctuation, without a trace of worldliness. It seemed to have a face of forty, but had eighteen skin, as cold as a

The Ice Fairy, whose color is like that of the goddess of heaven, holds a finely carved white jade flute in her hand. It is so beautiful that it is a treasure between heaven and earth at first sight.

At this moment, the woman stood up and looked at the sky calmly. She saw the pale dragon shadow falling from the sky without changing its expression, and a sneer at the corner of its mouth, which was like the ice and snow, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, so cold that it would make one's bones tremble.

I saw the woman gently raising her hand, the jade flute pointed directly upward, facing the palm of Long Er!

"boom!"

With a loud noise, all the maids around the woman were knocked away by the dispersed energy, the carriage was also smashed to pieces, and the ground where the woman stood continued to sink, turning into a deep pit in the blink of an eye.

"Have trouble with my good deeds! Even if you achieve perfection, I will not let you go!"

Long Er roared continuously, all his anger before was directed at this woman alone. In his rage, this full blow became even more powerful.

Long Er believed that there was only one Dzogchen person in the world who could block this attack!

However, when Long Er's attack weakened, the woman who had received his blow was still motionless. Although the ground sank to a terrifying level, the woman's expression did not change at all, her expression became cold and her figure remained tall and tall.

"What?!"

"I said, there is a gulf between you and me!"

A cold sound was a completely frightening sentence for Long Er. There was no woman playing the flute, but the sound came from the jade flute automatically, with the same melody and the same cool and pleasant feeling.

Long Er didn't want to appreciate the sound of her flute!

Everyone knows that the sound of the flute played by Fairy Shuiyue has the effect of controlling people's hearts and disturbing the soul. No matter who it is, when they hear the sound of the flute, their skills will be greatly reduced. Before, without listening to the sound of the flute, Long Er could not perform any meritorious deeds with a full blow.

The sound of the flute came out. If he was affected by the sound of the flute, wouldn't Long Er be completely at a disadvantage?

Knowing the dangers involved, Long Er flew away, only to see that the sky above had been shrouded in purple.

The flute sounded again, and the purple light in the sky flashed, turning into countless purple threads falling from the sky, tearing the sky apart...

This scene seems familiar, it was used in the battle at Liuzhuang that day.

The wonders of that day are recreated today, but they are a hundred times more ferocious than then.

Although Dzogchen is the end of martial arts, there is still a long way to go after Dzogchen.
Chapter completed!