Chapter 687: Turmoil

The shattered heads turned into an extremely unpleasant, pungent scorching stench, a strange smell that resembled the smell of a pot filled with water after it had been boiled dry, accompanied by a large amount of smoke and fog billowing up, enveloping the three of them.

'Ahem, ahemβ€”' Pinro let out a muffled cough, heard the noise and smelled it, and wanted to open it to see, but was afraid to see something terrible.

In this paradox, he closed his eyes tighter, blocked his ears even harder, clamped his arms inward, and touched his elbows against his chest, trying to hide himself from inhaling the strange smell.

But the more he blocked it, the more unscrupulous the sounds around him became.

In the melodious flute sound of Xiangsi, after the blasting sound stopped, the previously tactful humming female voice suddenly stopped.

This sound, even if there is the sound of the four flutes of Hunan Province, the courtyard shows a terrifying feeling of silence.

The fine water mist in the tumbling mist turned into water vapor, and 'rustle' spilled from mid-air.

Song Qingxiao's expression was solemn, and Xiang Si was also holding a piccolo and did not stop.

The brief silence did not mean that the danger had been forced back by her, but in this strange silence, both women felt that there was an atmosphere of extreme danger brewing.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes snooping in all directions, coldly watching the every move of the three people who were surrounded here, waiting to find the right time to strike again.

Xiangsi used his spiritual power to blow into the flute, and the sound of the flute spread far and wide at night, breaking through the barrier of the dense fog and resounding in the entire Yulun Void Realm.

One second –

Two seconds –

Three seconds –

The fog had not yet dissipated, and then a large gray mist covered the sky and the sun, besieging the middle from all directions.

'Woo-'

There was a sharp roar from the mist, like a hundred ghosts wailing, forming layers of dark clouds, covering the place where the three of them were.

Everywhere I went, the towering green hills, the holy temple, and the residences of Yichang and others were all covered, as if they were swallowed by this thick fog.

As the fog gradually approached, Xiang Si also seemed to feel the pressure, first his face turned slightly pale, and the hand holding the flute suddenly seemed to be under pressure from a thousand catties, and the fingertips dancing on the flute were not as flexible as before, but a little sluggish.

Her sluggishness, and the sound of the flute that had taken shape was disrupted.

As if it had the upper hand, the gray mist layer became even more arrogant, and once again turned into several huge mouths of extremely large mouths, and roared sharply and pounced down in the direction where Xiangsi was.

It may be that Xiangsi's flute to force back the dense fog angered these strange fogs, and they chose Xiangsi as the attacker in the first place, as if they wanted to open the first line of defense.

'Ahh ’

With the wind whistling, a ghost head turned into mist slammed down again.

This time, the ghost head is menacing, and the yin qi is much stronger than before, and the volume is not comparable to the ghost head that was broken by Xiang Si with sound waves before, it is twice as large.

The ghost-faced mist wriggled and was extremely hideous and terrifying, like a real ghost resurrection.

Seeing that the ghost head was about to rush in front of Xiangsi in the next moment, he only heard a sharp sound of 'whoosh', and a long black whip extended out of the mist, stabbing straight towards Xiangsi at a lightning speed!

This black whip is about the thickness of two fingers, exuding a very strong demonic aura, Xiang Si originally used the sound of the flute to compete with the fog, but at this time, Leng Hao saw this black whip drill out of the fog, and his face suddenly changed.

She played the flute for a moment, and her spiritual power stagnated in a panic, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

As soon as the sound of the flute stopped, it was as if the shield had shattered, and the whistling of the mist and the throbbing of the black whip swept in.

As soon as Pinluo heard that the sound was wrong, he instinctively opened his eyes in a panic, and saw a hideous ghost head on the top of his head biting Xiangsi, as if he was going to swallow her in the fog and sweep her away in the next moment, and the shadow enveloped half of her body.

His heart jumped to his throat in an instant, and before he could shout, he heard Song Qing snort coldly:

"Humph!"

In the midst of the humming, the menacing black whip seemed to be blocked by an invisible prohibition before it penetrated Xiang Si's body, and it was difficult to move forward half a step at the moment!

As soon as Song Qingxiao made a move, it was as if a layer of incomparably strong protective shield had been added to Xiangsi, and he felt at ease at the moment.

An indescribable sense of gratitude welled up in her heart, but this was not the time for her to say thank you.

She regained her spiritual power, held the silver flute firmly, and sounded the note again.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded again, this time much more powerful than before.

The sound of the flute carried the intention of slaughter, and the edge was exposed.

The ghost head that originally opened its mouth wide and 'contained' half of Xiang's body into the fog was hit by the sound wave, and let out a roar.

The mist on the ghost face squirmed wildly, and large and small bags suddenly bulged out of the terrifying ghost face, and some of them were forced back by the fog as soon as they got out, but after several times, the fog seemed to be finally unable to support it.

With a 'boom' sound, a bulging huge bag exploded, and the notes drilled out of the broken black hole, turning into a thousand strands of murder, and then the rest of the ghost's face also broke one after another.

After a while, this huge ghost head finally couldn't hold it anymore, and under the cutting of countless notes, it cracked with a bang!

The mist evaporated, revealing Xiang Si's body that had been 'swallowed' into the fog again.

At this time, the black whip that was blocked by Song Qingxiao with magic could not pierce Xiang Si's body, and the moment the two forces collided, it suddenly turned into a cloud of mist and collapsed.

"Demonic energy?"

When Song Qingxiao saw this scene, she couldn't help muttering.

This black whip turned out to be demonic energy, not a physical thing.

She vaguely felt as if she had found a clue about it, but before she could think about it, another long black whip came out from the other side!

With the sound of 'pop' breaking through the air, the long whip swept towards her like eyes.

Song Qingxiao didn't care about it anymore at the moment, he concentrated on clenching his fist, and immediately raised his arms-

'Boom'!

In the sound of impact, the word 'person' turned into a bundle of armor, enveloping her whole body, and Song Qingxiao used the strength of her flesh to break the oncoming long whip!

The black whip turned into demonic energy and disappeared again, some of which covered her fist, and before it could drill into her body, it was immediately blocked by the layers of scale armor that emerged from the back of her hand, and then was dispersed by the aura.

But it was just an appetizer, and when the whip was shattered again, countless dark shadows were heard in the mist again.

In Pinluo's horrified eyes, before he could be reminded, countless black shadows suddenly 'swished' from the mist.

These black shadows were like terrifying long pythons, burrowing out from all directions and shrinking into the middle.

If you look down from above, it looks like a black sunflower in full bloom, which is extremely terrifying.

Wherever the black whip went, the demonic qi not only solidified the air, but also easily corroded the ruins of the pavilion that had piled up into a mountain.

The ruins and broken tiles turned into black ashes and flew up under the erosion of demonic energy, and were integrated into the black whip, becoming one of the nutrients of demonic energy.

Xiang Si saw that these black whips were menacing, and immediately shook his fingers.

Her notes were messed up, and the spiritual attack that had been resisted suddenly came again.

The ghost cry of 'woo' penetrated into Song Qingxiao and Xiang Sizhihai, and the demonic qi spread, causing the two of them to be suppressed to a certain extent.

"Blow yours well."

Song Qing commanded in a cold voice, and as soon as Xiang Si got her words, her heart suddenly became settled, knowing that Song Qingxiao meant that the black whip was left for her to deal with, and her flute only needed to concentrate on restraining this strange divine sense attack.

Xiang Si had seen her extraordinary strength, and with her promise, he let go of his hands and feet in an instant, and really ignored those black whip attacks, and immersed himself in the defense of playing the flute with spiritual power wholeheartedly!

When the black whip was about to be drawn, Song Qing spread his palm and summoned the Chaos Green Lantern out again.

At this time, the demonic qi in the courtyard was rampant, but the chaotic green lantern seemed to be unaffected by the demonic qi.

These unbridled demonic qi are extremely domineering under the drive of the Yin Spirit, but at this moment, when the green light comes out, it is as if they have encountered a natural nemesis.

As soon as the demonic energy approached the flame of the lamp, it quickly dispersed, as if it had already given birth to spiritual intelligence.

Some of those who did not escape in time were illuminated by the light of the lamp and then turned into light smoke.

This is really burned, not just breaking them with strength like Xiang Si, treating the symptoms but not the root cause, once they are broken, they will become a climate soon after, reunite and take shape, and they can still attack the three of them.

As soon as the green light came out, Song Qing urinated and stirred the flames, and the flames suddenly turned into dozens of mini purple fire lotuses that bloomed and spread out with a 'whoosh' sound all around.

After the power of the flame is dispersed, although the lethality is not as great as that of reuniting in one place, but fortunately, this flame is transformed by the Nine Heavens Fire combined with the Chaos Blue Lotus, and the power is infinite, and it has the effect of restraining and increasing the radiation of this yin and evil attack.

Everywhere Purple Flame went, in the sound of 'porphy, porphy, porphy', those long whips like black pythons were like being burned, and they broke apart one after another, and they all retreated frantically!

In a short time, the countless sweeping black whips that had swarmed up before were gone.

At the same time, there was also the black mist that surrounded it and turned into demonic energy.

After the black fog faded, the pressure on Xiang Si's body suddenly relaxed, and the originally suppressed flute was much higher in an instant, and even after there was no opponent, it seemed too sharp and harsh, she blew twice, and then stopped her movements with some hesitation.

All around, the palm lotus formed by purple flames fell on everyone's side, illuminating the dark house.

With these flames, even those arrogant fogs did not dare to move, and they retreated like a tide of madness.

Xiang Si's face was a little pale, although she just seemed to simply blow the flute for a while, but the consumption of this spiritual power and divine consciousness was a lot, more than the mental energy consumed by killing No. 2 before, at least about forty percent of spiritual power was consumed.

"Gone?"

She slowly glanced around, and there was no sound around her, and the yin demon qi seemed to have converged in an instant, and the mist dispersed, as if she was afraid of the power of those flames, and did not dare to approach any longer.

Purple lotuses surrounded everyone, if it weren't for the previous battles here, the scene of being surrounded by the lotus lotus turned into this flame at this time was really beautiful like a dream.

It's a pity that Xiang Si didn't dare to underestimate this purple flame, she saw with her own eyes that the horse didn't have time to say anything, and was burned to death by the flames.

Even such a powerful demonic qi was terrified of this purple flame, which showed the horror of this purple flame.

Xiang Si was vigilant in his heart, and put his four distractions on Qinglu, who 'returned to the door' tonight, and put six points of defense on being vigilant against this purple flame.

"Impossible."

Song Qingxiao shook her head, the chaotic green lamp in her hand floated, and the blooming purple flames scattered around seemed to be inspired, 'whoosh, whoosh' disappeared one after another, and finally turned into a bowl-sized purple flame, and in a flash, the flame flew back into the wick again.

She didn't rush to take back the Chaos Green Lantern, this action made Xiangsi and Pinluo both let out a long breath.

Xiangsi is because she collected the surrounding fire lotus, which greatly reduced the pressure on her;

For Pinro, he is just an ordinary person, and he will feel safe where there is light, which is much better than not seeing clearly in the dark.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that without the appearance of the ghost, the imagination in his mind alone will scare him into schizophrenia.

"She's still there."

With intuition, Song Qingxiao felt that Qinglu was not so easy to retreat.

She died unexpectedly, and in this way she sank into the lake, and was killed by demonic energy, which would make her resentful, and the more she was struck, the more fierce she became.

Although the Chaos Blue Lantern is powerful, the Purple Flame has indeed increased its power after evolving once, and it has a restraining effect on Yin Evil Demon Qi.

But after Song Qingxiao sacrificed the green lantern before, although there were burns to these demonic qi, they did not hit Qinglu hard.

The most important thing is that Song Qingxiao thought of the preparations made in advance by Yulun Realm, and always felt that there should be something related.

If the 'Dragon King Festival' is really as Chu Rong said, every three years, and after each time, there will be a Dragon Princess 'returning to the door', and the people of the Yulun Void Realm should already have a way to deal with the return of the Yin Spirit.

It's just that the 'distinguished guests' invited by Yichang and others tonight have been beaten away by Song Qingxiao, but I don't know how to clean up this mess after Qinglu comes back.

Are the people in Yulun Realm ready to continue to pretend to be dead, let Qinglu make a fuss, and let her join forces with Xiangsi to block 'her' back, or Yichang and the others may have other plans.

She thought of the day of the 'Dragon King Festival', and the people of Yulun Realm had hung black cloth on the peach blossom tree and on both sides of the house early in the morning.

Those cloths were touched by her hands, and an old woman with a gloomy face appeared at that time, reminding her not to touch them.

Afterwards, Xiang Si secretly got angry with Song Qingxiao, saying that the material of those cloths was consistent with the material of the skirt worn by Yichang and others.

In other words, the cloth and silk hung for the 'Dragon King Sacrifice' ceremony are all made of demonic energy.

Now Song Qingxiao has figured out the origin of these black cloths, they are all made of black cocoons, and the black cocoons are formed by the silk mesh formed by the demonic qi oozing out of the body after the people in the Yulun Realm 'died'.

Once the person in the cocoon is reborn after breaking the cocoon, these cocoon skins will be transformed into a layer of skirt for the reborn person, and the more layers of skirts, the more reincarnation they experience, and the older they are, the higher their status.

If these black cloths are so rare and represent everyone's path to reincarnation, then the origin of so many black cloths hanging in the Yulun Void Realm is worth pondering.

Two more in one~!

(End of chapter)