The hand finally regained a trace of consciousness, and then the discomfort on his body slowly faded, and he reached out to touch the dantian, feeling the energy up close. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The warm feeling is a bit like yang, but it's not as hot as yang, and it feels as if the whole body has been healed, and all the pain is gone.

Then a ball of light slowly flew out of my palm from the dantian, and it turned out in front of me, it was the horned flute that the old man gave to me at that time, and then in the ancestral mountain, I got the mysterious power inheritance.

This beast horn flute was originally made of a horn on the head of the totem mythical beast Qingniu of the Nine Shadows tribe, but when it was in the Ancestor Mountain, it got the power of those totem murals, and the beast horn flute became different. But at that time, due to time issues, I didn't look into its changes in detail, and I didn't expect that at this moment, its power would be revealed at such a critical moment.

The light of the horned flute spread out in all directions, and the demons around it all whined, not because the crowd was entangled. Then, oh, they rolled on their knees, wailing and wailing, but their faces were filled with a strange smile. As the fierce, ferocious, and evil aura on their bodies faded, their yin spirits became pure again, like a new yin spirit, and the light was like water washing away the dust of the world.

Yuro, who had been knocked away by the horned flute, stood up again, and looked at everything in front of it, and kept shouting: "Don't, don't, if the real one wakes up, you all have to die." I don't want to go into the dark space anymore, I want to live, I want to be truly alive. ”

The blood and qi that continued to emanate from Youluo's body tried to resist the light of the beast horn flute, but those ghosts with relatively weak cultivation were purified, followed by evil spirits and void ghosts.

The weaker cultivators couldn't resist the gentle light, and kept screaming, but there was no smile on their faces, but their faces were twisted together, looking extremely terrifying. The ghost kings who were really fighting with the underworld stopped their offensive one after another, and constantly emitted black qi to protect their bodies, but the qi on their bodies couldn't resist it at all, and the light emitted by the beast horn flute.

Yuluo wanted to help those ghosts, but she couldn't get out of it, and the thunderstorm in the sky had been brewing for a long time, and a thunderbolt fell on her body fiercely. She screamed and rolled down under the Black Mountain, and the thunder in the sky converged again, but I felt that the thunder didn't seem to have much effect on her.

Spread out the hands and hand spirit patterns reappeared, as well as the mysterious thunder talisman. Whether the thunder light that is not allowed is summoned by the thunder rune, or whether the thunder rune is affected by the thunder light, the colorful light flashing on the thunder is like the Nine Heavens God Thunder I summoned earlier.

But things were different from what I thought, and the thunder talisman in the palm of my hand flew towards the sky and merged into the black clouds. Then the silver-white arcs of thunder turned into multicolored colors, I don't know how to describe the thunder and lightning in the sky, they are like multicolored snakes, with life swimming in the clouds.

Boom Boom!

The second, third, and fourth rays of thunder slashed at Youluo's body, and she wanted to die. There, the ruins of Black Mountain were baptized until I couldn't feel his breath at all.

Thinking she was dead, I put the horn flute to my mouth and played an unknown tune. These notes popped into my mind, I didn't know what they meant, but I blew them out, and the tune was melodious, like a sad song from ancient times.

The remaining ghost kings couldn't stop the power of this music, and they were purified into yin spirits one after another, and at this moment, the thunder light in the sky gradually dimmed. It condensed the last ray of thunder light, and landed on Youluo, blowing the beast horn flute, I suddenly felt that the white worm that had lived for thousands of years in the far distance had successfully crossed the catastrophe.

The ones that appeared in the Hundred Ghosts of the Hidden Capital have been purified, and the Ghost Luo no longer exists, so I naively thought that this was the end of it? But the moment I put down the horned flute, a voice in the underworld said, "Ghost King, you have really woken up, be careful." ”

It was Cui Fujun's voice, and all I could hear was a loud bang.

Boom!

Then, without the slightest warning, a cloud of black gas emerged from the ground and attacked my body, and the horned flute emitted a faint light to protect my body, and I was sent flying into a wasteland. My soul is gone, and if it weren't for the light from the horned flute, I might have been gone.

What's going on? Isn't Youluo already hacked to death by the Heavenly Tribulation, and the next moment, when I saw Youluo's figure, I couldn't help but gasp. Just a glance, looking at her, an inexplicable panic emerged from my heart, and I noticed a detail, the qi emanating from those purified ghosts was absorbed by her.

They have had a crazy year inside, and the indifferent eyes make people chill from the bottom of their hearts, and the chill comes from the inside out. The ghost monarch moved his body, his movements were a little uncomfortable, and he only heard her say softly: "It's another thousand years, the faces are still those, and how many are still alive?" ”

"I just wanted to sleep quietly, but the filthy world woke me up from the abyss. You seem to have defeated another consciousness derived from me, to be honest, I didn't want to appear, I originally wanted her to take me to destruction, but I didn't expect her to fail and it didn't seem to have any effect. ”

The Ghost Monarch turned to look at me again and stretched out her hand, and the beast horn flute in her hand flew out of my hand and landed in the Ghost Monarch's hand, and she seemed to be in deep thought for the next moment. Reaching out and groping for the Beast Horn Flute, the light of the Beast Horn Flute was like a mixture of fire and water, and the Ghost King did not feel the pain, even if her white jade hands were burned.

I sat on the ground and didn't know what to say, without the light of the horned flute, the strength in my body was quickly consumed, and I was still holding on with the last strength when I lay on the ground, keeping my soul still under the traction of this qi, and it would not dissipate in a short time.

But everything backfired, my soul began to dissipate, where is the ghost king still remembering, and the underworld has not moved. I turned into a stream of spiritual light and disappeared into the air, and a moment before my soul flew away, my ears seemed to hear it, and the ghost king sighed slightly.

"Alas! That's it, that's it, after so many years, it's been the end, the enemies of the year are no longer there, what am I still clinging to? The world, the underworld, and Biluo, I will give you another chance, if this world can satisfy me, let you continue to exist, if you are not satisfied, destruction will come. ”

At the last glance, I saw the Ghost Monarch holding the horned flute and walking south. The ghost monarch just left, and none of the yin in the underworld caught up with him, let alone the monks in the human world, it seems that it is over...

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