Not just because these hooligans are unscrupulous, but also because of the woman who plays the piano above.

The sound of her piano kept ringing under the night sky, and no one cared at first.

By the time the reaction came, it was too late.

Now that their own Xuan Qi is becoming sluggish, the other party is becoming more and more courageous, obviously cultivating lower than them, but the Xuan Qi seems to be exhausted.

"Elder, come quickly...... Kill that woman together!

"You ...... You go to the back mountain to inform the ancestor, even if you blow up the stone gate, you must ask the ancestor to come out of the mountain!"

This was already the moment of life and death for their Heavenly Dao Sect.

The thirty-two elders glanced at each other and realized this.

Although they are still worried about whether they have poison in their bodies, if they continue to delay like this, even if they are not poisonous, they will never end well.

"Fight!" one of the elders of the Innate Great Perfection gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go up together and kill this demon girl, no matter what, the thousand-year-old foundation of my Heavenly Dao Sect must not be destroyed casually!"

The thirty-two looked at each other and nodded in unison.

Then it took off into the air at the same time.

However, before they could get close to Mu Yan, a sword light slashed horizontally, drawing a brilliant arc in the night sky.

The powerful Xuan Qi shook them all back and fell back to the ground.

What shocked these elders was that it was none other than the one who forced them back with the sword just now, but ...... But that little boy of four or five years old?

The sword qi just now was clearly produced by cultivation above the innate level.

But how is it possible for a four or five-year-old congenital?! What are you kidding?!

Xiaobao jumped down from mid-air, standing in front of the stone pillar where Mu Yan was, and said coldly in a young milk voice: "Form a formation!"

"Yes, little master!"

Almost at the moment when Xiaobao gave the order, Yan Haotian and the four of them flew from the battle.

They were accompanied by the captains of the battalions such as Guan Hu, Chang Yu, Xue Yan, Fang Jingya, and Lao Tao.

A dozen or so people dispersed, surrounding the thirty-two elders gathered in the center.

And above the stone pillar, Mu Yan's piano sound has begun to change.

The original melodious lingering has turned into a turbulent rush.

The range of the Feather Shock lock has been reduced.

Xiao Bao and the others seemed to have been crossed with a layer of golden light, whether it was degree, Xuan Qi operation or attack damage, and so on, it was raised to a higher level.

On the other hand, the thirty-two elders had ugly faces, because they could feel that their meridians were as if they were choked by some force, and their Xuan Qi could not operate smoothly.

But that's not enough.

With the success of the [Feather Thriller] effect.

Mu Yan's fingers jumping on the strings moved faster and faster, as if there was an afterimage.

And the sound of the piano is like a storm, so that people can't tell whether there are any syllables.

[Draw the ground as a dungeon] and [Floating as a dream] move at the same time.

The thirty-two elders wanted to disperse and break Xiaobao and the others individually.

But now he is trapped in a small area, unable to move at will.

At the same time, those few who had low cultivation only felt that their heads were dizzy, and those frightened hallucinations kept appearing in front of him.

There are the women who were killed by them, the infant spirits of the fetuses that they cut out and eaten, and the countless souls who died in vain.

"Don't ...... Don't come here! I didn't kill you, don't kill me...... Ahh——!hh

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