Volume Three, Yin Jiang, Chapter 92, Masking and Invisibility
Taking advantage of Master Linghu's bare hands to seize the enemy's magical weapon, Tadi heard a cry of "uh" in the air, while Ziqin pointed at the wind while talking, and at some point hit the Jiayou acupoint.
Mr. Nan fell to the ground, his limbs trembling from the fall, foaming at the mouth, but he was still babbling.
During the conversation, Head Linghu revealed such a skill that cannot be underestimated, and Tadi immediately felt a little more admiration for the several guests from Lirong Mountain. Taking a step forward, Tadi leaned over slightly and held
He raised the wooden flute above his head and handed it to Ziqin: "Young Master Linghu's flute is really a treasure. If Miss Li hadn't informed me, I would have thought it was just a wooden stick!"
Ziqin smiled bitterly and thought to herself, it would be great if this was really a hard wooden stick.
This Northern Desert man held the flute in his hand, with some reluctance in his eyes: "Just now, the two of us went down to the sand prison to look for people. We saw that this wooden flute was beaten on the iron locks everywhere. It is indestructible..."
As he spoke, Ziqin realized that the two men had used wooden flutes to break the locks of various prison doors on their way here, and released all the slaves imprisoned in them. Although he did not know why Qing Qing used the white jade flutes to
It was left to these two people. Now that Ziqin knew where his apprentice was, he finally felt more at ease.
Looking at the wooden flute, Ziqin said with a smile: "Since Qing Qing left the wooden flute to you two, she has her own reasons. You two heroes and heroines, you might as well keep it." Seeing Tadi, he was stunned.
Stay, Ziqin continued: "If there is a fate, wait until my master and apprentice meet this white jade flute next time, and we can tell you more in detail..."
Before she finished speaking, Ziqin suddenly felt a rustling sound in her ears, coming from where the quicksand was rolling above her head. She stopped talking inadvertently, looked up, and saw that there were cracks running around, tearing open several large holes on the top of her head.
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The cracks in the cracks between the rocks and the yellow sand continued to spread, getting bigger and bigger, and eventually, they sounded like thunder in the ears.
Ziqin was startled. She didn't expect that the master Gongshu had already rushed out with everyone, and saw that the sand prison was about to turn into ruins with just a few clicks. She quickly said: "No!" dragging Jiayou's body, and wanted to
He rushed out with Tadi and Yu. Unexpectedly, when Li Zhiyu heard the rumbling and vibrating sound under his feet, he suddenly changed his face and shouted:
"Master!"
Immediately, regardless of the collapsing quicksand, which was about to fall on top of his head, he stamped his feet and ran deeper into the sand prison before disappearing. When Tadi saw it, he thought there was no reason for him to ignore his friends and escape alone.
Also chasing after Zhiyu.
Ziqin looked at the two of them, and at the child of the Nan family who had his acupoints tapped on his acupuncture points and whose limbs were constantly twitching. He gritted his teeth and ran towards the faint light. All he saw was that the yellow sand was pouring down like a waterfall all the way up.
, Ziqin was carrying a person on his waist, and he was still using the faint mountain-like Qinggong at his feet. Every time he jumped up, the sand and rocks under his feet poured down several feet deep like a heavy rain.
As expected, Gongshuyu was guarding the cell entrance. When he saw Qingyi's figure, he hurriedly came up to him: "Why did the master take so long?" Before he could answer, Linghu Ziqin threw the half-asleep Nan Jiayou in front of him and said:
"Watch this kid!" He immediately turned around and jumped back into the sand prison.
The yellow sand poured into the prison was already as high as half a man. If he had no inner strength to step on it, he would sink into it in the blink of an eye and be unable to escape. Ziqin was about to open his mouth to shout, then he remembered
, I still don’t know the name of that hero.
Vaguely, I seem to think of that man calling grass
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The woman in the clothes was "Miss Li", so she no longer hesitated, gathered enough internal strength, and shouted: "Miss Li! Where are you two?"
Unexpectedly, this shout actually stirred up quicksand everywhere. The underground sand prison seemed like a deep maze, with irregular openings torn above the head, letting down the hazy moonlight and rolling yellow sand.
Ziqin stood there holding her breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down and listen to every subtle sound in the flowing sand and stones. "Plop, plop..." Except for her own heartbeat, there seemed to be no movement in the vast darkness.
It seemed to be hidden in the most corner of the place. Quietly, there was a "crash" sound, and I didn't know what sound came from it.
He hurriedly turned around, only to hear another "crash". Sure enough, there was a slight noise in the dim light. Ziqin hurriedly turned around, and then realized that the floating sand under his feet was almost five or six feet high. Without thinking, Master Linghu
In an instant, he rushed towards the darkness:
"Miss Li?"
The rushing sand waterfall was flowing, and the night sky seemed to have returned to silence underground. Just when Ziqin was about to turn around and leave, he heard a voice: "Linghu...master."
As if stunned for a moment in a dream, Ziqin was stunned for a moment, but couldn't wait to look towards the place where the faint shout was coming. A faint beam of light was shining on Tadi's pale face. When she got closer, she
I realized that this man had been standing on the cotton-soft quicksand for an unknown amount of time while holding his breath.
Beads of sweat rolled down Tadi's forehead, his strong arms stretched out in front of him, and muscles and veins popped out——
Lying on it was Li Zhiyu, who had long since lost consciousness.
When Ziqin took a look, he realized that this man was afraid of shouting loudly and losing his temper, so he had to step firmly on his feet, move step by step, and kept shouting in a low voice. At this moment, Ziqin only regretted that he had not heard the call of this strong man earlier.
, quickly took Zhiyu, who was much stronger than an ordinary man, from his arms, and then realized that a large amount of hot blood was oozing from the back of the woman's head.
When the yellow sand poured in, it must have caught something sharp and hit this idiot unconscious.
Seeing that Tadi's face was red from holding back, and he was almost unable to hold on anymore, Ziqin quickly nodded to him and said: "This is not a place to stay for a long time, come with me..."
Before Ziqin could finish his words, Tadi breathed out a long breath from his chest, and then there was a "crash" and his whole body fell into the bottomless quicksand.
Before Ziqin could scream in surprise, she saw that there was nothing in front of her, and the man had long disappeared. She immediately lowered her body and reached out towards the dark yellow sand, but she felt something cold and cold was being picked up by her.
Lean, hold it in the palm of your hand.
"Master, this is the disciple's treasure. I really don't have the strength anymore..."
Only Tadi's head, which was held high, was still exposed, and the hand holding the flute was sinking little by little.
Ziqin used all her strength and yanked upwards, only to find that the other end of the wooden flute was limp and motionless. Tadi was holding Zhiyu, and their heavy bodies had been neutralized in the quicksand for too long. At this moment, they were holding on to each other.
Xiaotou's strength was gone. Ziqin carried Miss Li on his back, supported Zhiyu with one hand, and grabbed Tadi's wrist with the other hand like lightning: "Don't relax, I'll pull you up!"
With this pull, the side of Ziqin's body suddenly sank - it was as if there was an invisible big hand deep in the earth's core, grabbing everything above and below the quicksand, and was pulling it desperately towards the dark center of the earth.
even
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Busily holding the majestic Qinggong skill of "Hidden Mountains" to his chest, Ziqin was struggling to steady his body. However, Tadi was sinking inch by inch, and only the white jade flute was shining with a faint purple light between their hands.
"Master... let's go quickly."
With a "boom" sound, a large crack suddenly opened on the top of Ziqin's head, and all the yellow sand covering his head and face continued to pour out in front of him. Ziqin knew that it was a great achievement to be able to maintain the fragile sand for such a long time without collapsing.
Gongshu Yu is almost reaching the limit of his internal strength.
With a gentle force in his hand, he pulled the white jade flute out of the man's hand.
Tadi's arms hung down weakly. When Master Linghu took a few steps and turned around, the figure in the darkness had been swallowed up completely by the wild sand.
Little bits of fire light condensed in the palm of Gongshu's jade hand, flickering brightly and dimly.
When Ziqin's green shadow rushed out of the sand prison door like lightning, the underground maze behind him instantly collapsed, and there was only a loud "boom" sound. Gongshu Yu held the fire forward and threw out two lights and shadows from the palm of his hand. The man who once imprisoned Cheng Cheng
Hundreds of sand prisons dedicated to King Taming for his birthday were shrouded in gray smoke.
A huge spark exploded in the air. King Gongshu was stunned for a moment, and then he threw the flute in his hand heavily into the sand. Only Yang Wei raised his head, letting the fiery red color shine on his face, with a look in his eyes.
With some appreciation, I stared at the bright firelight in the distance, covering the night like day.
Without thinking, Qingqing rushed towards the direction where the explosion sound came from.
As soon as she lifted one foot, unexpectedly, there was suddenly a strong but gentle force on her shoulder from behind. The force was so deep that it held Qingqing's body tightly, making her unable to move even half a step. When she turned around
, only to realize that it was actually the owner of Wu Ling’s tomb. He lowered his eyes and looked at himself gently:
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the 'Bayin Qin'."
Yang Wei was seen walking slowly in front of everyone, his figure swaying, and his big belly was cast into a long shadow by the firelight. Where the firelight exploded, several figures seemed to be looming.
Hearing the sound, Ziqin turned around and met Qingqing's eyes: "Master!"
Just when Qingqing was about to run towards Ziqin, he realized that the sand beneath his feet suddenly poured out, and the ground shook faintly. It was like a dormant beast, waking up from a dream and struggling to break through the cage that restrained him.
.Almost unsteady on his feet, Qingqing looked up——
The towering sand dune in front of me collapsed.
Qingqing didn't know that this place turned out to be a place called "Sand Lao", and that his white jade flute was left half alive in the dark underground here.
And the rolling sand and soil carried the cold wind and dead branches and gravel, and the earth roared continuously, finally showing the appearance of the "baiyinqin". Since entering Yiya Desert, Qingqing felt that this grass in the northern desert
Every piece of wood, every sand, every stone is all covered by this instrument called "Baiyin Qin".
Seeing it with his own eyes at this moment, Qingqing raised his head, ignoring the cold sand passing through his eyes, and still looked towards the end of the sand dune with wide eyes.
A huge thing like a mountain stood high in front of everyone. Rows of magic tools were made of bamboo, wood, iron or steel, all wrapped together with silk strings, covering a large sea of music.
When the dust dispersed, a group of crows suddenly rose up, causing the sky to scream in shock.
There was only a sound of wind, strings of silk, bamboo, string instruments, zither, flute, and flute, all singing an unknown tune.