In front of Cheng Huan and others, it is a scene of people eating people and people eating drugs!

And those people should be women who were imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon by the Flower Clan.

After a long period of devastation, not only did he suffer a heavy blow physically, but he was also shrouded in a heavy haze mentally.

Now all of a sudden, he was controlled by the puppet technique of Hua Ying, and all the people became insane in an instant.

The group of puppet legions here is probably the only group of puppets that are not controlled by the flowers.

But they are also the only ones who are more terrifying than the puppets.

Cheng Huan didn't know how they broke through the last hurdle and escaped.

But what Cheng Huan can be sure of is that after withstanding the impact of purgatory, they are no longer just puppets.

Now the puppets who appeared in front of Cheng Huan and the others were chewing on what they could grab.

Whether it's poison that is being held together, or being a companion who is fighting each other.

Anything they could touch with their fingers could be put in their mouths and chewed.

The jade fingers pressed against the upper abdomen, and Cheng Huan desperately suppressed the feeling of churning and nausea in the stomach and intestines.

What kind of hopelessness has caused a group of women to lose their hearts to such an extent?

Fortunately, the dragon still retains its beast form.

After seeing such a tragic mirror image in front of him again, he immediately turned his body and pulled Cheng Huan and Xianyin Niangzi into the air.

In today's situation, it seems that only the air is the safest place.

"In the Wanhuamen, there should be an antidote to the poison of the puppet, and even if there is no antidote, there should be a magic weapon with deterrent power." Carrying Cheng Huan, the dragon raised his voice and said.

Cheng Huan suddenly had an epiphany, if it weren't for the reminder of the dragon, she would have forgotten that she had exterminated the strongest backer of the flower clan in the fairy world some time ago, Wanhuamen.

"You ...... Went to Wanhuamen? Hearing this, the fairy lady on the side couldn't help but ask in surprise.

took out another space treasure ring in his arms, Cheng Huan counted the treasures seized from the Wanhua Gate one by one, and at the same time nodded inadvertently in response to the fairy sound lady.

"Wanhuamen is the backer of the Hua Clan, and it is the rescue corps of the Hua Clan......" Xianyin Niangzi was still muttering to herself.

Obviously, for a while, she couldn't accept that the other party had such a powerful power.

"Wanhuamen is no longer there, after this battle, the flower clan will also decline, you should make plans early." Cheng Huan replied softly at this time.

Although there had been a struggle before, the character of the fairy lady was not bad after all, and Chenghuan couldn't bear to see her die.

"From now on, Mu Yi should be free." Then, Cheng Huan said again.

After that, without waiting for the fairy sound lady to react, Cheng Huan buried himself in the space treasure ring to explore.

Except for artifacts such as water beads and fire pills, Cheng Huan really didn't find anything that could overcome the puppet.

However, it was at this time that an inconspicuous guqin attracted Cheng Huan's attention.

Cheng Huan silently recited the inscription on the surface of the piano - the magic sound piano, a song into a demon, a song into a god.

Splashing ink pupils were slightly shocked, and I don't know if the music of becoming a demon and becoming a god can deter the puppet army that has been controlled by Hua Cheng.

Taking out the sheet music from the piano surface, Cheng Huan was glad that although he was not proficient in music, he was more or less familiar with the music of this world.

"Playing with God, playing with the devil." There are eight big characters written on the score.

"Dragon, put me on the roof of the tallest building in Wanhua Tower." Holding the magic sound qin, Cheng Huan commanded in a low voice.

Whether this magic piano is useful or not, I can only give it a try now.

When every road fails, you can only rely on other methods to break through.

After circling around with Cheng Huan, the dragon chose the roof of the building.

Sit cross-legged and place the Lyre on your lap.

After Cheng Huan looked at the score again, his jade fingers jumped to the strings that were still as smooth as new.

With the sound of "Zheng", a song of Shun Shen resounded in the sky of the entire Wanhualou.

And in a courtyard that had been abandoned, Ouyang Gurong's calm and cold face had unconsciously oozing a layer of fine sweat.

Standing in front of him was the Suzaku of the green dragon with a withered face.

Qinglonghe Vermilion Bird, who has a strong spiritual power cultivation, even if he is controlled by the puppet technique, his body shape is much faster than that of ordinary puppets.

Ouyang Gurong looked at the Qinglong River Vermilion Bird that was being manipulated in front of him, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he was in a dilemma.

On the one hand, these two people are his right-hand men, and the relationship between them is a life and death relationship.

And the puppet that is manipulated, in addition to absolute death, is absolute life.

Such two extreme ways mean that the Qinglong River Vermilion Bird can only stop attacking once it dies.

But it was absolutely impossible for Ouyang Gurong to directly kill the two of them under the sword.

On the other hand, the two of them have now been manipulated.

Every move and style was directed at Ouyang Gurong's weakness.

In such a disadvantageous battle, even if Ouyang Gurong managed to hold on and not be attacked by them.

Ouyang Gurong's body will be unbearable after all.

After all, he was facing two of the best players in the Yuntian Continent.

It was at this moment that a mysterious sound of the piano came from the void.

The sound seemed to have a stronger grip.

The figures of the green dragon and the vermilion bird both became faster and more aggressive in an instant.

Since this is the case, since it is impossible to control it after all.

Then, Ouyang Gurong had no choice but to give it a go.

"Soul Lock!" Ouyang Gurong's lips moved, and his snow-white clothes flew fiercely in the void.

An invisible chain conjured up from Ouyang Gurong's palm, and with a strong force, it rushed straight towards Qinglong and Suzaku.

However, at the same time, another strong impact swept through the fierce howling wind, and it also pounced towards Ouyang Gurong's face.

Ouyang Gurong waved his wide sleeves quickly, intending to block the other party's secret blow.

However, because the movement was a little slower.

Just as the defensive spell collided with the sharp blow, several more strikes followed.

The soul binding lock that Ouyang Gurong's right hand was still pulling, restraining the uneven Qinglong and Vermilion Bird, who were struggling fiercely.

Therefore, for the spiritual attack launched by the person who was hidden in the shadows, Ouyang Gurong had no choice but to use his left hand to fight back.

At this time, the lovely person who was sitting on the top floor and playing the guqin also noticed a sharp reversal of the situation.

"Cheng Huan, reverse spring!" Seeing that those bad guys were already rushing towards this house, the dragon said eagerly.

Then I saw a flash of green light, and the green dragon that had transformed into a human form had already rushed down with a long sword in his hand.

If you can't resist it after all.

Then, let him take the dragon as the last layer of Chenghuan's guard.

Cheng Huan flashed away with a green dragon, and he didn't have time to think about it.

Immediately, the strings were picked up with a "zheng" sound, and they bounced back from the last chapter of the score.

At this time, the last chance, if it has not worked, she can only rely on the long sword in her hand to speak.

Kill the Buddha when you meet the Buddha, kill the ghost when you meet the ghost!

A song full of strange symbols flowed in the Wanhua Building again.

The puppets downstairs didn't seem to be able to use the sound.

As soon as the first sound began, the puppet downstairs paused to speed forward.

As the sound of the strings intensified, the puppets downstairs hugged their heads one by one and let out an extremely painful roar.

Cheng Huan's eyes lit up when he saw this qiē change - it really worked!

Then Cheng Huan played the music even more energetically.

The soft jade fingers jumped on the strings, and a little scarlet was already pouring out from her fingertips, but Cheng Huan didn't care.

As the playing progresses, the pitch shifts between the scores become more and more rapid and fast.

Cheng Huan did not relax in the slightest, a pair of jade fingers followed the score to play the tune, and his plain face was filled with a burst of holy light that was not to be violated lightly.

Finally, the puppet downstairs gradually changed its previous painful appearance to calm and serene as Cheng Huan played a magic song.

Between the undulating piano sounds, the pair of gray and white, indistinguishable pupils, gradually became clear and pure.

The wound on the neck that was poured into the bone was heavy, and the Gu insects that were killed by the magic sound fell to the ground one after another, and the ashes disappeared on the dust.

The only evidence left was probably the purple-black blood stain on their unhealed neck wound.