The invisible fluctuations distorted his entire vision one after another, as if a huge storm was rippling in the air, but the strange thing was that this rippling fluctuation could not even blow up the few yellow papers placed on the table.

On the yellow paper, wavy wrinkles appeared, vibrating like ripples on the surface of the water, but there was no way to fold the paper one by one, let alone be carried up by this sound wave.

There was no wind in the room, not a trace of wind.

What fluctuates in the air is the chill, or the fluctuation of the ice element itself, this fluctuation is the basis for today's Elector Fist Fighters, swordsmen and even the majority of cultivators to practice Divine Skill, if the Ice Element is completely still, then the Divine Skill Civilization itself has come to an end.

At this time, if Yinchen didn't understand that these were all aimed at him, then he would be really stupid.

He wanted to stand up, wanted to confront this person, and it could be inferred from the poignant and mournful sound of the flute that the person who played the flute was a master, and his strength was likely to be above the realm of distraction, of course, what was more terrifying than her realm was her number of entry paths, sound attack.

The number of ways to attack is very rare in the rivers and lakes, because the person who can attack the sound and have to hurt the enemy at a distance of one zhang must be a person who is very good at cultivation and musical literacy, and whether it is magic or music, it is not easy to be proficient, not to mention both?

For Yinshi, sound attack is a kind of attack he is very familiar with, because his little wife is the Taishan Beidou in the world, Lin Xuanchen. Lin Xuanchen, as the holy hand in the poem, is extremely proficient in music and rhythm, and also has an extremely terrifying musical talent, and her divine skill inheritance has a natural advantage in music and medicine, which is even so high that the acquired effort loses its meaning, so in front of her, all music attacks are just an axe.

Gangfeng Divine Skill can't attack any living creature beyond a zhang, while Cold Ice Divine Skill doesn't have this limitation, people who use hidden weapons and sound attacks already have a little bit of mage quality to some extent, and because the power of sound attack comes from fluctuating cold air rather than air, Silver Dust has always relied on spiritual defense, and it can't be perfectly fortified against it.

His mental defense was more similar to anti-telepathy and mind control, and in the face of this kind of sonic attack that simply relied on artistic conception and cold to carry out hard killing, he had no way to be completely unaffected.

But it was only affected, the will of the gods was invincible, and the ordinary cold air could not control his true heart at all, neither could control his thoughts, nor could it attack his soul, at most the divine will attached to his body and even his clothes faded. The most powerful part of the sonic attack is also the destruction of enchanted items and divine weapons, many of the trinkets on Yinchen's body, including his robes, began to burst with purple aura, and those auronic lights flickered like light bulbs with insufficient power, which could be extinguished permanently at any time.

So Yinchen had to emanate a wisp of spiritual power from his body, almost using enchantment techniques to stick to the more important things on his body, bracelets, pendants, and two or three newly developed trinkets, all of which were completely covered by his divine will. As for the robe, he didn't care about it, and Yinchen could only let the silver robe on his body fly up and down, and it looked like it was about to be torn.

He is now a little unable to move, because the smell of Guben Anshen incense is getting stronger and stronger, this kind of spice that is beneficial to the body and harmless, even the god's body will not refuse to absorb it, but after absorbing it into the body, the medicine will improve the physique and bring weakness and weakness at the same time, and he can only accept it all.

He seemed to have no power to resist, but the problem was that he didn't feel the slightest pain when the invisible cold fluctuated more and more violently, and at this time, the screams and roars of the men could already be heard in the next room, obviously being brought into the illusion of death by this powerful sound attack.

The flute gradually became high-pitched, and Yinchen let out a disdainful cold snort from his nose, he heard it, the first song was "Farewell My Concubine", followed by "Ambush on All Sides", the flute player is definitely the master of this way, the two songs are not only seamlessly connected, but also in addition to the tenderness of the woman, there is also a real military killing atmosphere, this real killing intent, is the part that many women who are good at sound attack are difficult to play. Silver Dust was 100% sure at this moment, this kind of sound attack could only be done by a female assassin with superb strength.

The flute sound played by the man was full of masculine invasion from the beginning, and it was completely impossible to reproduce the poignant tenderness of the women's part of "Farewell My Concubine", not to mention who was Yinchen, a man who could defeat Elizabeth, the holy hand in the song.

There are many kinds of mournful songs, what Yinchen heard at this time is a kind of poignant meaning of being pushed by fate and running quickly towards the fire pit, even if this meaning is deeply hidden in the huge and noisy atmosphere of "Ambush on All Sides", it has not escaped Yinchen's ears, of course, he has let the other party play for so long, and the other party cannot make no progress at all, and the scene in his vision at this time is not the roof of the guest room, but a magnificent picture of thousands of troops rushing.

The war horses neighed, the gold and iron struck, like blood under the sun, the two sides were exhausted from the fierce battle, but the gong of the troops did not sound, only the war drums were still hammering excitedly, countless chain mail warriors, spears were raised, and at the same time, the sedan chair was bumped up and down in the battle of the sea sect, and in the sedan chair, there was a panicked cry of a weak woman.

The magnificence of the galloping horses and the softness of the woman formed a stark contrast, and when the sound of war drums became more and more high-pitched, blood slowly oozed from the sedan chair.

If it is an ordinary man, he is only afraid that under such a scene, he will first worry, then anger, then compassion, and finally despair, while his thoughts fluctuate, the pores of his body will unconsciously open and close, and even the direction of blood flow will be very different from usual.

But these cruel illusions, realistic voices and momentum, were completely useless to Silver Dust, even if he had been hallucinated by the sound, the persistence in his heart still did not waver.

What's more, just as the music was gradually reaching its climax, the wind rose in the guest room.

The white storm swirled, literally levitating the small and light objects in the room. The pure white storm shone like a glowing blizzard raging in the room, and as soon as all the debris floating in the air came into contact with the white light, it was immediately burned into charred black ash by the flame-like heat inside, and disappeared into the whirlwind.

In the guest room, all kinds of magic arrays under the silver dust slowly decayed and shattered in the cold sound waves, and the sound waves themselves, when they encountered this bright storm, were also consumed, corroded, and gradually turned into nothingness. The white wind began as a clean wind, but then it turned into a whirlpool of milky white light, filled with heat, penetrating and purifying power, collapsing towards the center, and finally turning into an unexpected person.

It was a little girl about twelve years old, the smell of women on her body was still very light and light, and the hip wave breast wave could only be a luxury for her after a few years, her body was small, soft, although there was a little bit of small breasts, but the breath on her body really made people unable to afford the desire for barbaric aggression, and just wanted to hold it in her arms and cherish it gently.

Measured by a woman's standards, she is not very beautiful, can be measured by a girl's standards, she is as cute as an angel, the girl's breath is pure and elegant, and there is a little bit of weak and shy characteristics, she is the most gentle and lovely little Lori in the world, delicate, soft and cute, even if you just stand there it makes people feel pity.

This girl is not Lin Xuanchen, who responded to the summons as a matter of course, but Lin Qingyu, who has always had a clear love for Yinchen, but made Yinchen not dare to accept it.

"Brother!" The wind stopped, Lin Qingyu turned around, and the milk swallow rushed to the bed like a nest, and at the moment of provocation, her small red shoes automatically fell off, revealing her little feet wearing silver-white socks.

She jumped up as if she had no intentions, and rode onto Yinchen's belly at once, her movements were charming, but she showed the innocence and ignorance that only a little girl has.

Yinchen's face turned blue, he reached out to support the little girl, compared to Lin Xuanchen, Lin Qingyu's body was inelastic, it was completely a gentle and delicate softness, this softness reminded Yinchen of Chu Fan'er, and his face was even more ugly.

"How are you? I remember......"

"I won it! My sister agreed!" The little girl suddenly threw herself into Yinchen's arms, and the soft impact made Yinchen feel unbearable. The girl's ulterior motives only brought Yinchen a sense of guilt, a sense of guilt towards the little girl, and disloyalty to Lin Xuanchen.

"Your sister Lin didn't agree to you coming—"

"My sister agreed, even if I serve my brother at night, I should be! My sister really agreed!" The little girl blew softly in Yinchen's ear, Yinchen felt like he was being shocked all over his body, he thought about it, the girl pushed it down, but he couldn't give up.

"What nonsense! How can you possibly understand that. Yinchen changed his mentality, and simply looked at this little girl from the perspective of an older brother or even a father, he reached out and touched the girl's head dotingly, Lin Qingyu closed his eyes, and obediently lay on Yinchen's heart like a small animal.

"I understand, in fact, before and after the decisive battle between my brother and the Crying Buddha, my sister was angry that my brother had to take on such a dangerous thing alone, and she cried and said that the widowhood was over for the rest of her life, and I persuaded my sister at that time. The little girl whispered, and the flute in the room became tactful again, and it was clear that the climax of "Ambush on All Sides" had passed, and the sneak attacker hiding in the middle of nowhere had not achieved the expected results at all.

She had to blow "Farewell My Concubine" again, and she and her co-conspirators must have known that attacking rashly at this time would be tantamount to death.

Yinchen knew that many people in this world knew him quite well, because he was a celebrity, and his strength was terrifying, and this wave of people who came to deal with him must have done their homework beforehand, but--many times even if they did their homework, they didn't necessarily use it.

Yinchen listened to the little girl's words, and felt panicked in his heart, the question he had been avoiding was finally unavoidable. His path, that is, the path of the mage, has always been lonely, and the mage is always the one who fights a million armies with a single sword, so their path is destined to be full of blood, tears and loneliness, and even the closest people will be abandoned by the roadside when they fight and fight.

What's more, the enemy that Yinchen faced was never something that the Nine Heavens Xuannu or the Righteous Way of the World could deal with, and if there was no nuclear bomb, Yinchen wouldn't even feel that the world could have any chance of winning against the Crying Buddha.

His loneliness is the loneliness of keeping behind all the people he cherishes. An ordinary mage may still have times when he is weak, but as a Dharma god, he is not qualified to be weak, not even gentle, not for a second.

"I know I owe you a lot, but I want you to figure it out, you're my sister, you can't-"

"Don't say that, it's going to make me despair, Silver Dust. The little girl's voice was suddenly filled with tears: "You probably don't realize that since I was a child, after being chosen by the master in the cruel disaster at the age of six, I have been cultivated as a modern person, yes, in the way of a modern person who has experienced the industrial revolution, my knowledge, my habits, my etiquette, and my cultural foundation, all of which are set by the standards after industrial civilization!" I'm used to drinking instant coffee, I'm used to eating Big Mac burgers, I'm used to wearing short skirts like this, my whole person is out of place in this world, the only thing that can make me feel estranged is you, Brother Yinchen! Do you know, there is no man in this world except you, so that I can live comfortably for the rest of my life!"

"However, since you have integrated into modern civilization, then you should also know that men and women are equal, and you should find your own happiness, how can you be willing to be my concubine or something......"

"Brother, what do you think I will choose between being your concubine and being someone else's concubine? Others don't say it, even a so-called hero like Wan Jianxin thinks that a man should have three wives and four concubines, and even worships that big bald head and takes this as his goal! Those so-called righteous people are still like this, not to mention the devilish ways of ghost masters, didn't the ghost master have to get a few aunts for Sakura Shixuan several times? Why do you think Sakura Shixuan is very active every time he goes on a mission, isn't it to stay away from these disrespectful elders with Sister Yin?"

"Wan Kenshin doesn't mean that he only likes Shenji......"