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"The owner of Miaoyin Fang actually came here to watch the play?" The island lord of Dongchun greeted him with a smile, but there was a faint anger in his eyes.

The sound of the flute was still the same, Ye Songqing didn't throw a look, crossed the crowd, and went straight into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The island lord of Dongchun sneered, and with a finger of his left hand, the peach blossoms in his hair instantly turned into a wisp of pink clouds, and he was in the first place, blocking Ye Songqing's way.

The tone of the flute in Ye Songqing's hand changed, and the same tune deduced a different kind of music, from soft to rigid, from slow to urgent, and at the same time, a huge wind rose around Ye Songqing's Zhou Xunwu, diluting the pink clouds.

At first glance, Ye Songqing did not lose a single cent in the tricks of the two sides, but most of the people present saw that the Dongchun Island Lord had the upper hand.

Previously, Dongchun Island dealt with Zheng Guan, and everyone saw that the method of the Dongchun Island Lord seemed to be a soul attack, so they had more scruples.

When facing Ye Songqing, to be honest, no one thought that Ye Songqing would be able to take it, firstly, the strength of the two sides was poor, and secondly, the soul attack was too perverted.

But Ye Songqing took it.

The Hind Yin Fang is good at rhythm, and it is rumored in the Immortal Cultivation World that this sect understands some soul attacks, but it turns out that the soul attackers do not understand that the soul attackers are from the Hind Yin Fang.

Now it seems that the nuisance of the nuisance workshop still has some effect on the soul, which can be regarded as close to a soul attack, but it can't be defeated.

After this move, Ye Songqing's complexion obviously changed, and the Dongchun Island Lord's smile did not change, which proved that he had the upper hand.

Ye Songqing collided with the attack of the island lord of winter and spring, and naturally felt it clearly, this pink cloud qi contained the soul of attack, although his rhythm also had the effect of affecting the soul, but the focus of the two was different, the island lord of winter and spring was heavy attack, and his focus was not attack, nor defense, but just a feeling that the simple rhythm brought to the soul, or positive, or negative. In addition, his cultivation is not as good as that of the Winter and Spring Island Lord, although the Winter and Spring Island Lord did not do his best, he should have lost the battle.

But the only thing he is stronger than the Winter Spring Island Lord is that the Winter Spring Island Lord's grasp of this kind of soul attack is obviously immature, and he is familiar with it because of the companionship of music day and night, and it is precisely this point that will not completely fall behind.

Soul attack, this kind of perverted existence in the immortal cultivation world, actually let him encounter it. If it weren't for the special exercises of Miaoyin Fang, he would have been planted in the hands of the owner of Dongchun Island.

Thinking of this, Ye Songqing couldn't help but be a little afraid, but the green jade flute in her hand was still playing continuously, without the slightest hesitation, she was attacked by this, her soul must have been traumatized, and hearing this song should relieve the pain.

The island lord of winter and spring did not succeed in a move, and he would not stop, and the clouds and qi condensed into peach blossoms and fell between his hair, and at the same time, the white silk light on his waist loomed, like a swimming snake circling around, trapping Ye Songqing in it.

This white silk aura is compelling, not a spiritual weapon, but also close to the level of a spiritual weapon.

Zheng Guan was located below, and she could see clearly, although she felt that Ye Songqing's cultivation seemed to be more refined than eight years ago, but she was also worried.

Ye Songqing's coming was unexpected, if Dongchun Island wanted to put him to death, even if he didn't rely on his soul attack, it would be easy.

She frowned and patted the ugly ugly in her arms.

Ugly moved and crawled out of her arms, four feet firmly wrapped around her arms.

As soon as her spiritual power gathered, she stepped into the void, raised her eyebrows and said loudly: "Senior." ”

The island lord of Dongchun raised his eyebrows, and a coldness flashed, "I can't bear to be in my heart, so I appeared?" ”

Zheng Wan bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Whether the juniors show up or not, the seniors know everything about it, the seniors just want to play with the juniors, I'm just afraid that Mr. Ye will disturb the seniors' interest." ”

The corner of Dongchun Island Lord's mouth sneered, and a smile spread on his face, "It's really a long mouth that can speak." ”

While speaking, only the music stopped abruptly, Zheng Guan's heart moved, could it be that Ye Songqing had an accident, the white silk surrounded the four sides, and he couldn't see the situation inside, and Ye Songqing's breath was obviously chaotic.

"............ sonorous" Suddenly, a dry and dull music sounded from Bai Aya, and Zheng Guan's head "buzzed" with the sound, and there were several white lights rising with the sound.

The face of the owner of Dongchun Island changed slightly, and the sound of killing the generation came out one after another, sonorous and powerful, turning into a series of light blades, and actually pierced the white silk into sections of silk that could not be swayed with the wind.

In the chaos, Ye Songqing sat cross-legged, with an ink-colored lyre on his lap, the body of the piano was jet black, the seven strings were golden, and there were several points of white on the surface of the piano, which was shaped like dripping ink, black and white.

The name of this piano is Dimo, and it ranks ninth in the list of ancient and modern musical instruments.

Ye Songqing's face was pale, and there was no hostility floating around him, and he swept through everyone fiercely, and fell to Zheng Guan, but it turned into a soft smile, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Bai Ju, Songqing originally wanted to inform you here: don't be persistent, the Tao is the Tao, there is no dust, and there is no immortal Tao." ”

Zheng Guan was shocked, she didn't understand why Ye Songqing came thousands of miles to say this.

She wanted to say something in her heart, but she didn't know where to start, and she couldn't say it.

As soon as his words fell, he saw that the broken white brocade suddenly joined again, intact as before, and the moment the sonorous music sounded again under Ye Songqing's fingers, Bai Aya trapped it, entangled, and tightened it tighter.

The strings groaned, and finally disappeared with the cracking of the body.

Zheng Guan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the picture appeared in his hand, and instantly turned into a long sword several zhang long and three feet wide, directly slashing the island lord in winter and spring.

"Giggle......" Zheng Guan seemed to hear the sound of his bones being pressed and broken, the breath of his internal organs was completely messy, and his soul trembled so much that he wanted to prostrate on the ground to worship, and his spiritual power was suddenly scattered, and he couldn't control the Tu Qian Sword.

This is the coercion of a real high-ranking monk!

Compared to what she felt before, it was either that others didn't do their best to deal with her, or that others didn't take her seriously at all, ignored her, and disdained her.

She seemed to see the black, cold, and ruthless black eyes in the clouds, and she was revealing a mockery, saying: This is the gap!

However, she was not convinced! Defy!

Even if he is forced to make a move, he is forced to bow down in his body, and the disobedience engraved in his soul can never be suppressed.

Even though the seven orifices were bleeding, even though her eyes were red and she couldn't see the other party clearly, she still raised her head and smiled at the corner of her mouth: You can't make my soul really succumb!

In the red misty sight, the gaze of the island lord of Dongchun fell to the icy extreme, and a red light that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, but could be felt in his consciousness, burst out from the overlying clouds.

Kong Danjun's face froze, the three-foot green blade appeared, the black and white feather fan lightly buckled the sword body, and the dragon shadow that sang with the sword suddenly greeted the void red light.

Soul attacks ignore physical attacks and defenses, and are point-to-point attacks that target souls, which is where it is metamorphosed. So, easily, the red light passed through the dragon's shadow.

Kong Danjun's complexion changed greatly, and he immediately determined what the red light represented, and the figure kneeling on the ground, bleeding without blood, and having a weak breath in the afterglow couldn't help but be weak, but it revealed a stubbornness that shook the sky and the earth.

"Heh......" He couldn't help but laugh, and there was no emotion in his laughter. At the same time, he swept to his side, his white and slender fingers lightly rested on his shoulders, and his eyes were like water under the moon.

He can't deal with soul attacks, but as long as the souls and thoughts of the two people are brought together, they can fight this attack together.

"Huh?" Kong Danjun was stunned, her fingertips were cold, wet touch, and a fluffy feeling, she used her blood-stained hand carrying the dream-eating tapir to block his hand, and her cold and lukewarm gaze instantly met his surprise.

The breath and eyes suddenly changed!

In his memory, her eyes were indifferent, occasionally cold, and always showed a sense of stubbornness and persistence.

And in front of him, there was not the slightest emotion in these bloody eyes, as if separated by clouds, only calm, almost dead silence, looking at him ruthlessly.

The moment he shoved the Dream Eater Tapir into his hand, he watched as the soul attack shot into his brow. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )