Illusory faces like demons, frantically biting at the purple piano sounds.

The two sides are battling.

Eventually, the purple piano gradually lost its head, and gradually became unsupportive, so that the sound broke again and again, and the melody beat became more and more messy.

"Nope."

Zi Qianmo frowned, "This resentment is too deep. ”

Even the grandfather of the Purple Mansion period can't suppress it alone!

At this moment, a melodious flute sound joined. The sound of the flute is extremely rich, showing a dark black, and its power is even higher than that of the purple piano.

The flute is strong.

With an extremely tough attitude, circles, layers, and bundles, those deep grievances were suppressed, and the illusory faces of those hideous boys and virgins on the pillar of light, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, showed horror on their faces, and hurriedly retreated into the center of the pillar of light, not daring to come out again arrogant and presumptuous.

"It's Mo Yan."

Zi Qianmo raised his head, a pair of light-colored and transparent glass eyes, and stared closely at those black and transparent flutes.

Bai Ze is good at observing qi.

In the eyes of mortals, it was just a black flute sound, but she could see the wisps of imperial dragon energy contained in the flute.

The emperor is angry, and the evil is destroyed.

Hundreds of ghosts and thousands of evils, and when they see it, they must also retreat!

Grandpa's silent piano is too soft, just purifying, but the lives of thousands of boys and girls in this whole vat of heart, what a terrifying resentment it should be, the sound of purification, after all, will not play a big role.

Look at the pillar of evil qi of the thousand children, it is already about to form a demon turned into resentment.

Fortunately, Mo Yan was able to suppress it in time.

"It's just a temporary crackdown."

Behind him, Mo Yan's low, wine-like voice was heard.

Zi Qianmo turned his head and saw that he was Yuanyu Yuezhi, dressed in dark clothes without wind and automatic, with long hair like ink, standing with a jade flute in his hand, and his appearance was as handsome as a god.

Qiankun glazed color, Biyu condensed clear light.

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The Far North Savage Land of Beilan Country.

Nine mountains, stretched together, form a circle.

Here, it is called Nine Chains Demon Mountain.

The largest and most rampant demon sect in Beilan Kingdom, the Nine Serial Demon Sect, was built here.

Among them, the ninth demon mountain, the mountain lord blue wolf Yelin, slowly opened his eyes.

"Gu Yueli's share of this month's hard work has not been handed over yet." The blue wolf Yelin looked unhappy, and his pale blue wolf eyes were full of killing intent, "This little fox demon, since he built an ancient moon temple in the imperial capital, he has become less and less interested in the lord of this mountain!" ”

"Back to Master, Gu Yueli has been arrested by the Human Court, and she has been beheaded." The third disciple, Zhu Guan, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.

Zhu Jian is a wild boar demon with a very rough appearance, fat and strong, and a face full of meat.

"What?"

The blue wolf Yelin changed color, his face was full of anger, and a wolf claw smashed the table made of steel, and roared, "Damn human! Damn the imperial court, it's too much to take my Ninth Demon Mountain in your eyes! Even the demon of the mountain lord dares to kill? ”

Zhu Jian said: "I heard that the vat of blood collected by the little fox demon is still in the hands of the imperial court. ”

"Oh?"

Blue Wolf Yelin instantly became excited, "The Lord of this Mountain has been cultivating recently, and he urgently needs a lot of blood, Zhu Xuan, you go and take back that vat of blood for the Lord of the Mountain!" ”

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

Zhu Jian respectfully kowtowed three times, scooped up his nail rake, and went out of the mountain, heading towards the imperial capital.