Quietly listening to the wind around him, it seemed to gradually calm down, Mo Yelang pulled out the Sanqing Sword from the ground, and walked forward, it was so noisy just now, but now it was quiet again, and it was quiet that only Mo Yelang's footsteps could be heard.

In such an extremely quiet environment, there was a sudden sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute was not crisp, and it was even a little low, whimpering, as if mixed with a soft cry.

Mo Yelang continued to walk forward, the wind stopped, and the bamboo naturally stopped, and the flute seemed to come from the front.

mourns and mourns, and listens to the goosebumps that people have all over their bodies.

Mo Yelang's feet did not stop, and a touch of red suddenly crashed into his sight.

The bamboo is verdant green, but the corners of the skirt are bright red like blood.

The sound of the flute, which turned a thousand times, came from that man.

No, it's not appropriate to use the word "human", after all, no normal person can stay on the slender bamboo safely.

The sound of the flute did not stop, and Mo Yelang wanted to see her back clearly, so he took a small step forward.

From the gap between the bamboos, it seems that a bamboo is bent a little, and a woman in red is sitting on it, her long black hair is draped behind her back, and the red, black and green colors collide, which brings a lot of impact to people's vision.

From behind, there seemed to be a white jade flute on her lips, and the sound of the flute was wafting out of it, and she didn't know when it would stop.

Mo Yelang clenched the Sanqing Sword, this was the first ghost he had encountered since he had learned the Dao Law, and the only time he had seen it before, Gu Beibei was by his side.

He remained silent and held the Sanqing Sword that was buzzing and shaking lightly across his chest.

When he finished this action, the flute that was still ringing just now suddenly stopped, and another gust of wind blew, blowing the green bamboo swaying slightly, covering the red back.

After the wind stopped, Mo Yelang looked up again, and the bent bamboo just now had straightened up, and the woman playing the transverse flute on it was gone.

He frowned slightly, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a flash of red suddenly appeared in front of him.

The woman was already standing in front of him, still dressed in red, just a dozen paces away from him.

The flute was held in her hand, and the distance was close, so it seemed that there was something wrong with the flute.

There was a sudden gust of wind between the two, and the woman in front of her slowly turned around.

First, a pair of cyan eyes, red lips, embedded in the pale and somewhat blue face, as if they had just drunk blood.

Except for the blue face and blue eyes, this woman's appearance is quite normal.

I saw her smiling at Mo Yelang, her jade arm raised slightly, and the flute in her hand was already horizontal in front of her lips.

At this time, Mo Yelang was seeing clearly, where was a flute, it was clearly a human bone!

There were a few holes in it, but the prototype of the bone could still be seen.

No wonder the sound of the flute is so mournful, as if someone is sobbing softly with the sound of the flute.

Mo Yelang was already on guard in his heart, if it was a human bone, then this flute must be the woman's weapon.

He clenched the Sanqing Sword, and the sound of the flute just now floated again in the bamboo forest.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound around, as if something was breaking through the ground.

Mo Yelang suddenly felt a tightness in his legs, and he looked down to see that a hand with only white bones left was already tightly clenched

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on his calf.

With a force on his foot, he kicked that hand away, and the next second, more white bone hands broke through the ground.

Crazy, desperately trying to scratch Mo Yelang's legs, trying to pull him alive from the ground to the ground.

The rhythm of the flute seemed to be faster, and the faster the flute, the more frantic the bone hand became.

Mo Yelang used the Sanqing Sword to cut off several bone hands around him, but after a while, new bone hands emerged, and a steady stream of them flowed.

He glanced up at the woman not far away, the source of all this was because of the flute in her hand, if you want to break this game, you only need to get rid of that woman.

It may sound simple, but it's not that easy to do.

Between the two of them, at least, there was a large clearing of waving bony hands.

To get close to her, you'll have to travel through here.

Mo Yelang frowned, what Ji Lao taught him was powerful, but after he learned it, he had never fought in actual combat.

Now that it was such an urgent situation, even he couldn't think of a better solution for a while.

Although he took a lot of magic weapons, he almost never used those magic weapons, and some of them didn't even know what the effect was, and he definitely couldn't use them now.

So Mo Yelang retreated slightly, held the Sanqing Sword in his right hand, and with a slight help, the bamboo leaves beside him had not fallen to the ground, and he had already rushed out like an arrow from the string.

The woman in red was still standing in place, but the sound of the flute became more and more urgent.

Mo Yelang completely ignored the fact that his trouser legs had been scratched by his bones, and rushed forward without changing his face, and when he was only two or three steps away from the woman in red, he swung out the Sanqing sword, and the woman in red retreated suddenly, and another gust of wind rose, the sound of the flute had stopped, and the bones and hands on the ground were all gone.

He still stood vigilantly in place, the woman in red should not disappear so easily, since this is a trial set by Ji Lao, it must not be so simple.

It's just that after the wind gradually stopped, there was really no more flute sound around.

Mo Yelang glanced around with some suspicion, could it be that this level has passed like this?

The bamboo forest returned to its original quiet, and the sound of Mo Yelang shuttling through the bamboo forest alone sounded particularly obvious.

After taking a few steps further, his eyes suddenly opened up, and before he knew it, he had walked out of the bamboo forest.

But in front of him, there was a calm, unwavering lake, and the only way to cross the lake was to walk over an extremely narrow log.

The logs are extremely low and appear to be less than half a meter above the surface of the lake.

There must be something strange in the lake, but there is only one way in front of you, and it seems that if you want to go down, you have to pass through it.

Mo Yelang walked in front of the log, raised his right foot, and had already stepped on it.

The log seems to be a little old, and the moisture in the lake has been shrouding it all year round, causing the log to seem to be a little soft when stepping on it.

Mo Yelang didn't care much about this, he walked forward cautiously and slowly, although the log was soft, it landed on the ground quite smoothly, and there was no sign of rolling between the few steps he walked.

It's just that the log is too close to the lake, and the corners of Mo Yelang's clothes are already hanging in the water.

The lake was covered with mist, and the surrounding environment looked a little unclear, so Mo Yelang just stared forward

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Walking, at this moment, I only heard a chanting sound around me, as if it was a woman, singing something in a low voice.

It's just that the voice flickered far and near, and Mo Yelang couldn't hear it clearly, so he could only distinguish it carefully before hearing a sentence or two.

“…… Waiting for whom... Falling into the lake......"

Waiting for whom... Falling into the lake...

Mo Yelang came back to his senses and looked at his feet, the hem of his robe had been completely soaked in water.

He felt a pang in his heart and wanted to pull the robe up, but he found that the robe was not moving at all, and there seemed to be a force in the water that was also pulling at his robe.

Mo Yelang waved his long sword and was about to cut off the robe, but the thing in the water didn't seem to give him a chance, and a huge force came, Mo Yelang's feet slipped, and he was already dragged into the water.

Luckily, he reacted quickly enough to reach out and wrap his hand around the log.

It's just that now half of his body is soaked in the water, and he doesn't know what is in the water, so he has to climb up quickly.

The log was soft and very uncomfortable, Mo Yelang struggled for a long time and did not climb up, at this time, he especially felt that there seemed to be a pair of hands that had climbed up to his waist immersed in water.

He raised his foot and kicked it, as if he had kicked something away, but it was good not to kick, and this kick seemed to completely irritate the things in the water.

Mo Yelang's legs tightened, and he suddenly felt that his entire body soaked in the water was tightly wrapped around something.

In this emergency situation, he thinks quickly in his head.

If you let go of the hand holding the log, you will definitely be pulled into the water by the things in your hand, and it will be more difficult to turn the tables than now, but now that you are entangled, the top priority is to get rid of the things that are entangled with you first.

He put down his right hand holding the Sanqing Sword from the log, and the other hand was still tightly wrapped around the log, the Sanqing Sword had its own barrier with the Dao Law, and nothing dared to come forward when it entered the water.

Mo Yelang didn't care whether the Sanqing Sword could hurt himself or not, so he made a move in the water and slashed at his legs.

The estimation who was wrapped around his leg didn't expect that he really dared to use this method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, and he couldn't dodge, and he was already touched by the Sanqing Sword.

Mo Yelang seemed to hear a wail, and the restraint on his legs had dissipated.

At the same time, there seemed to be the sound of water not far ahead, Mo Yelang looked up, and in the mist not far away, it seemed that a woman was soaking in the lake.

From him, only the woman's back and the long hair tied up on her head could be faintly seen.

The laughter came vaguely, but it made people feel a little yearning.

Mo Yelang snorted coldly in his heart, Ji Lao really used this trick wrongly, what he was not afraid of was the beauty trick, if he was really a womanizer, he would not have rejected so many flowery girls in the early years.

He climbed up around the log in a hurry, then wrung the water in his robe, and walked forward without changing his face.

He didn't even look back as he passed by the woman.

The woman's coquettish laughter obviously paused for a second, probably not expecting that someone would be able to ignore her directly.

So in the next second, she appeared in front of Mo Yelang.

With a light gauze on her body, she sat on the log in a bewitching posture, her eyes flowed, and her charming gaze was like a rope that hooked the soul, making people just look at it and then couldn't move it.

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