Mo Fei was completely unaware of what was happening on the main stage, her attention was completely focused on the dragon that Meng Yan had conjured up, at this moment, the eyes of the beast had turned from yellow to red, and hot breath came out of her huge nostrils, seeing that her life was on the horizon, what should she do, large beads of sweat fell from Mo Fei's forehead and dripped on the strings.

She suddenly remembered that a few days ago, her brother had taught her a few strange songs, one of which was called the Song of Blood Souls.

Legend has it that there is a race called Kongsang, more than 100 people, living by fishing and hunting, but was killed by another ferocious and barbaric Lu tribe overnight, the witch of the Kongsang tribe sang this song with tears before dying, the people of the Lu tribe heard this song and bleed, painful to death, only one person survived, he wrote down this song and disappeared, this song became a forbidden song.

Mei Li's brother said that there is nothing strange when he usually plays this song, but once he bites his finger when playing, he signs a contract with the undead of this song of blood souls, and the player will play it until the blood runs dry, and the song will stop, and Mo Fei shuddered after hearing this story, thinking that he would never play this song one day.

Mo Fei looked out, there seemed to be a layer of things in the air, foggy, so that people could not see real, a man in white standing was not far away, she knew that if she begged Meng Yan for mercy right now, maybe he would let her go, but she didn't want to, thinking of Long Fuzhi falling to the ground and moaning in pain this morning, she couldn't calm the anger in her heart. Maybe after playing this song, you will never see Master again, and tears welled up when I thought about it.

"Hurry up and beg for mercy, Long Fuzhi, if you don't beg for mercy, you won't just shed tears and be so ashamed." Long Fuzhi's every move was watched by Meng Yan, and he said disdainfully.

"If today is my death day, I will definitely bring you to the funeral." Seeing that Long Fu's death was still stiff-mouthed, Meng Yan was angry in his heart, and the dragon conjured from the rhythm began to attack under the sound of Meng Yan's piano.

Mo Fei stared at Meng Yan, she opened her mouth and bit her index finger, goodbye, Master, goodbye, Long Fuzhi, a desperate smile appeared on her face.

The smile on Long Fuzhi's face made Meng Yan feel a little delusional, is this person really Long Fuzhi, why does his demeanor at this moment make him remember a person, how could it be, it is clearly two people, he thinks too much, Meng Yan shook his head.

If you die, she will be mine, thinking of this, Meng Yan's heart palpitated, and he also made up his mind to get rid of Long Fuzhi, Hugh blames me, Long Fuzhi, blame you for having something that shouldn't belong to you.

When the song of the blood soul came out, everyone was infected by the mood of grievance and pity in the song, and the song rippled above the venue, causing the very few people who knew the song to change their faces.

"The bullet of the dragon is the song of the blood soul?" Jiao Lao, one of the elders, had a pale face.

"Yes, it's the Song of Blood Souls." Yu Ye was shocked, how could Mo Fei play this tune, she knew that this tune would kill her.

"It's over, it's over." Jiao Lao's face was full of regret.

"What's going on? You said, Yuye Xingjun. The Dragon King of the East China Sea didn't know why, but when he saw Jiao Lao's face pale, he was so anxious.

"I'm afraid these two children don't just want to fight the piano, but to fight with their lives." Yu Ye's heart was in turmoil, and seeing that the situation was getting more and more out of control, he picked up the Dragon Yin Sword and used all his strength to make a few gestures in the air, and the impregnable enchantment finally showed a few cracks.

Blood dripped down his fingertips and fell on the lyre, drop by drop, shocking, Meng Yan was wondering if Long Fuzhi was crazy, and suddenly a strange scene appeared in front of him, and his eyes widened in horror.

With the strange and mournful sound of the piano, countless phantoms conjured up from the intersection of the blood droplets and the strings, one two, three or four, and as the blood flowed more and more, the ghosts turned into hundreds of people, with green fangs and ragged clothes, looking in the direction of the dragon with a pair of empty eyes.

Whether you are a human or a ghost, go to hell with Long Fuzhi, under the control of Meng Yan, the dragon soared into the air and attacked Long Fuzhi with his teeth and claws.

The ghosts surrounded the dragon, some clinging to its feet, some crawling on its wings, and some riding on its head, and they were like boneless things, firmly attached to the dragon, opening their fangs and gnawing at the beast.

The dragon let out a miserable scream, its eyes were covered, and it slammed around in pain, trying to get rid of the things that were attached to it, but it didn't know that they had sharpened their nails into its body, and their sharp teeth gnawed at its flesh, and the whole scene was bloody and miserable, and the transformed dragon could not resist these ghosts and disappeared without a trace.

Mo Fei only felt that the strength of her whole body was almost exhausted, but she still couldn't stop the melody of her hands, her face was so white that there was no blood, and her consciousness was not clear, the blood on her fingertips flowed endlessly like a stream, the initial pain had become unconscious, and the lyre in front of her was stained red by blood.

Meng Yan was shocked by the scene in front of him, what kind of evil song is this, he can summon these dirty things, seeing them walking towards him expressionlessly, Meng Yan was so frightened that his face was bloodless, he knocked over the lyre in horror, fell backwards, and staggered towards the outside of the field, but an enchantment was erected in front of him, and he beat it hard, but it was in vain.

"Let me out, let me out...... Help me, Father...... "Meng Yan was trapped in this invisible barrier, forced by a group of bloodthirsty and flesh-eating ghosts, and he begged for mercy from Long Fuzhi's pain, and his former pride was completely gone.

But Murphy couldn't control her hands anymore, she was driven by it from this song, whether she was manipulating the strings, or the strings were manipulating her, someone was screaming in her ears, whose voice was it, she didn't know.

Hundreds of ghosts besieged Meng Yan in the enchantment, they tore at his flesh and meat, gnawed at his internal organs, the poor young man's eyes widened, only the fangs shook in front of his eyes, his mouth and nose emitted a faint breath, the pain was not as good as fear, he was annihilated, he was convulsed, his whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was no longer human.

Everyone outside the arena was frightened by the out-of-control scene, and Yu Ye asked the four dragon kings and elders to exert force at the crack in the enchantment, and with a bang, the enchantment was broken.

In the face of hundreds of ghosts, Yu Ye stopped and cut them off, but soon fused together, the ghosts had no entity at all, and a sword seemed to end them but they appeared from nowhere, and they didn't have the slightest advantage after a few rounds.

"Yuye Xingjun, the ghost is conjured from the song of the blood soul, you only need to break this song." Elder Jiao said loudly.

"Okay." Yu Ye jumped up, followed the sound of the piano to the young man who was still playing, and couldn't hear her answer after calling "Mo Fei" twice, Yu Ye picked up the dragon sword and cut the lyre into two parts, the sound of the piano finally stopped, the ghost suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the young man fell heavily to the ground.

That night, everyone was talking about everything that happened today, and some people saw that Meng Yan was covered in blood when he was carried out, his exposed skin was torn apart, and even his intestines were hanging outside, and everyone who saw it was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

When Long Fuzhi was taken out by Yuye Xingjun, his white robe was dyed red, and the piano he played was split in half, and they all said that the music played by Long Fuzhi was an evil song.

The three dragon kings and the elders waited quietly in the courtyard, everyone was preoccupied, no one spoke, the whole courtyard was silent, and the atmosphere was depressing.

"Is Yaojun here?" Yu Ye came out of the house and looked at everyone.

"The second child has been sent, he is the fastest, he should be there soon." The Dragon King of the East China Sea hurriedly replied, he didn't know why today's competition ended up like this, why Long Fu was poisoned, how could Mo Fei play for him, and the two children actually resorted to forbidden songs in order to win, he sighed heavily.

"Father, how is Meng Yan and Long Fuzhi?" The three children of the Dragon King of the North Sea timidly came to the adults, and saw that everyone had solemn faces.

"Say, do you know anything, why was Long Fuzhi injured?" The three trembling teenagers of the North Sea Dragon Dynasty roared angrily.

"Father, it's none of our business, we'...... We don't know anything. Yu hurriedly waved his hand, and Chu Heyu was so frightened that he quickly shook his head.

"Fourth, don't say it again, the most important thing at the moment is to save those two children." The Dragon King of the East China Sea sighed heavily.

"My child......" The Dragon King of the West Sea couldn't help but shed tears when he thought of Meng Yan, who was lying on the bed and uncertain about his life and death, and the shoulders of such a sturdy man trembled slightly, so that everyone else present was moved.

"Yaojun is here, Yaojun is here." Suddenly, the Dragon King of the South China Sea shouted loudly with an open voice, and everyone looked into the air, only to see the Medicine King Xiao Se and the Dragon King of the South China Sea coming in the wind.

"Yaojun, save my child." The Dragon King of the West Sea stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Se's hand tightly.

"Don't worry, Dragon King of the West Sea, I will do my best to save it, I will go in first." Xiao Se lifted the curtain and walked into the room.

"What's going on right now?" Seeing the two children lying side by side on the bed, both covered in blood and their eyes closed, Xiao Se stretched out his fingers and put the tips of his fingers on their necks.

"One was bitten by a ghost and poisoned, and the other lost too much blood, and I have cast mana on them, but they have not improved." Yu Ye's face was very bad, and he looked exhausted.

"Go and rest, and leave it to me." Xiao Se saw that Yu Ye was so haggard, and he was a little unbearable.

"Don't say more, you go and see them, ...... Is there salvation? Yu Ye remembered that a few hours ago, when he split the lyre and picked up Mo Fei, the child's body was light and fluttering, like a leaf that would be swept away by the wind at any time, and there was a little panic in his heart.

Many fragments flashed in her mind, her cheers when she worshiped him as a teacher, the effort to please him when he was sad, and the quiet approach when he was lonely, but he, the master, failed to protect her at the critical moment, Yu Ye's heart swelled with deep guilt, and he grabbed Xiao Se's arm, "Save them." ”

When Xiao Se had ever seen Yu Ye's look of suffering from gains and losses, he must have the new apprentice he had taken in, no matter which one it was, he would definitely do his best to heal it.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for all the people on Dragon Leap Island, and after a few days, everyone gradually left Xuan Iceland, leaving only the four dragon kings and their families, as well as the Yuye Star Monarch and the Medicine Monarch remaining here.

A few days later, a bad news came from the dragon clan, Meng Yan, the son of the Dragon King of the West Sea, died young due to poisoning and wounding his lungs, and the boy who fought against him died due to excessive bleeding.

The heavy rain fell for three months, and the people were miserable, and they heard the divination that someone in the dragon clan had died, and the dragon king used water to mourn the dead, hoping that he would be detached as soon as possible.