"It's amazing. It makes people know the danger, but they can't avoid it, which is very different from the ordinary way of music. Zhi'er exclaimed.

The ordinary way of music and rhythm is actually to control others invisibly.

But this flute sound is different, it deliberately makes everyone vigilant, but everyone can't resist, knowing that it is dangerous, but watching themselves fall into the pit of danger step by step.

This kind of rhythm is extremely domineering and powerful, which is amazing.

However, the powerful Scattered Immortals and Scattered Demons are desperately resisting the sound of the flute, who will be distracted to listen to what others say.

"Die!ahhhh

Zhi'er shook her head slightly when she saw the appearance of the West Bone Crazy Demon: "The demon cultivator himself is not firm enough, and he is extremely thirsty for killing, and he is a demonic root seed. Moreover, the strength of this West Bone is only in the early stage of refining, and it is normal that the first one cannot resist. ”

I saw that the West bone was running in one direction like a madman, and he was still shouting "Kill, die." ”

His hands were attacking the air in front of him at a high frequency in an orderly manner, as if there was something terrible in front of him.

"Kill, die, all have to die!"

There was a roar, and it was clear that someone had not been able to resist the effects of the flute.

However, this person is Sang Han.

I saw Sang Han roaring angrily, his eyes were extremely scarlet, and he ran in the direction where the West Bone was running at a faster speed, and at the same time he was frantically attacking something.

Zhi'er looked at Sang Han in surprise, and then said to herself: "With Sang Han's cultivation, the second one who can't resist shouldn't be him." Although this Sang Han's soul cultivation is not high, his heart is very firm, even comparable to those scattered immortals and demons, how can he be so fast......?

Zhi'er's eyes suddenly lit up, she looked at Sang Han who rushed forward frantically, and she noticed that there was a cold glow in Sang Han's eyes.

And his target is obviously the West Bone who has lost his mind in front of him.

Sang Han was full of murderous intent, his pair of scarlet eyes stared at the West Bone in front of him, who had fallen into madness, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

Although he was not completely immersed in the flute, he was also affected by the flute, and he had a killing intent in his heart, and under the stimulation of this flute, this killing intent also reached an almost crazy state.

"Die! Die! Uhhhhh

However, at this time, Sang Han, who came from behind, suddenly stretched out his right arm, and on that arm, fine dragon scales instantly appeared, and his fingers instantly turned into dragon claws.

The dragon claws of the black dragon destroyed all the defenses of the West Bone, and directly grabbed the Yuan Infant of the West Bone.

At the same time, the soul in the West Bone Yuan Infant was also shattered by the energy overflowing from this black claw.

"Bai Li...... Qinghu ......" Sang Han muttered in a low voice, with a trace of pain in his eyes. At the same time, he was panting lowly, his breathing agitating like a bellows.

Cold sweat oozed from Sang Han's forehead, and he hurriedly concentrated his attention to continue to resist the flute.

This flute sound was incomparably terrifying, and even the scattered immortals and demons had to resist it with all their might, so no matter how firm Sang Han's mind was, he was distracted to kill Xi Gu, and he burst out with such a strong killing intent.

At this time, he was undoubtedly more influenced by the sound of the flute.

When his mind flickered, Sang Han seemed to return to the years when he had been in the Jiao Clan.

The ridicule one after another, the little black Jiao who resisted in the wind, the bloody massacre, the resolute rebellion.

The first person to take the initiative to enter the killer training camp, the first person to fight a bloody way out of the ten thousand strong people.

The wandering between life and death again and again, struggling to survive again and again, makes it rare for Sang Han to maintain a trace of clarity in the face of life and death.

It was precisely because of this clear existence that Sang Han dared to kill Na Xigu.

This is also the basis for Zhi'er to judge that Sang Han is not much different from those scattered immortals and demons.

After becoming a member of the Blood Shura, Sang Han often faced a life-and-death battle. It's either a mission, or a battle for the throne between each other.

In the Blood Aura, only the strong can survive. The weak, on the other hand, will eventually be eliminated.

This is the reason why the Blood Asura is getting stronger and stronger, because whenever they slacken, they will be killed and replaced by others.

After Sang Han gradually established his own power, there were three divine beasts, Bai Li, Qinghu and Blood Phoenix. These three divine beasts became the most powerful subordinates under his command.

And because it was all the way, I always followed him.

Therefore, Sang Han has a good relationship with these three divine beasts, and he has almost regarded them as his relatives. This kind of feeling is something that Sanhan did not feel in the Jiao clan.

"Whew...... ...... "Gasping heavily, Sang Han couldn't control the killing intent in his heart.

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and walked back step by step in the direction he had been chasing.

The control of the flute over the crowd has become stronger and stronger as time has passed, and it has become more and more difficult for those standing in place to resist the sound of the flute.

Except for the West Bone who fell into madness and Sang Han who went to chase and kill the West Bone, everyone else was still resisting in place with all their might.

At a glance, Ye Tian, the Snake King, Gongsun Jing and the others were sweating profusely, and their bodies were also trembling uncontrollably, obviously on the verge of collapse.

Among these people, Ye Tian, the Snake King, and Gongsun Jing were obviously the worst in their resistance to the flute sound.

"Ye Tian's cultivation time is too short, and it is not easy to persist for such a long time. His heart is firm, most of the others have cultivated for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, but Ye Tiancai has only cultivated for a few decades. ”

Zhi'er looked at everyone's expressions and said to herself.

At this time, Zhi'er suddenly looked at Gongsun Jing and whispered, "This Gongsun Jing seems to have reached the limit." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Gongsun Jing screamed, and her whole person emitted a bloody light, falling into madness.

Beside Gongsun Jing, the black-robed and white-haired man who had been closing his eyes and resisting the sound of the flute suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw Gongsun Jing's crazy appearance, he immediately frowned, stretched out one hand to pat Gongsun Jing's shoulder, and shouted: "Xiao Jing, come back!"

However, his shot didn't have any effect at all, but Gongsun Jing directly slapped a palm and bombarded the black-robed white-haired man.

Her eyes were red, she was completely out of focus, and her mouth was still growling, like a madman.

Seeing Gongsun Jing like this, the black-robed and white-haired man immediately stopped caring about her, and still resisted the flute sound that constantly invaded his mind.

Gongsun Jing didn't pursue again after a failed blow, she, like Xigu, also ran in that direction, as if she was chasing something, extremely fast, and extremely ruthless.

(End of chapter)