In the next moment, the wind and sand were heavier, the temperature dropped even lower, and the sound of the piano became more rapid.

"Cold!" At this time, Yi Jun couldn't see Dai Zong, Li Qing, the Nine Emperor Prince, or Ye Guochang, the spiritual master, and only felt the bone-chilling cold, which eroded his spirit, disintegrated his will, and made him quickly sit down.

The cold that froze the blood seemed to freeze the nerves, Yi Jun's eyes kept closing downward, all his thoughts were intermittent, he couldn't remember the past life, and he didn't know the present life, he only felt that the boundless darkness was pressing straight from the sky, heavier than the mountain, bigger than the sea, unstoppable, irresistible.

When his eyes were completely closed, the cold of his body suddenly miraculously disappeared, and the wind and sand were no longer there, Yi Jun only felt that his whole person was like catkins fluttering and flying, flying over trees, flying up to the top of the mountain, and flying straight into the nine skies.

A picture scroll was displayed in front of Yi Jun like a miracle.

There was wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and yellow sand in the painting, and the yellow sand surrounded a large city, with ruins and black water, and no sign of the existence of living creatures.

"How lonely this big city must be!" Yi Jun sighed in his heart, and suddenly felt terrified.

"Is this a death, a vision of death?" Yi Jun panicked and struggled, his arms clasped around his body as if he were drowning.

Suddenly, he caught something.

It wasn't the Xuantie dagger that he didn't leave day and night, and he used it to help crawl just now, but the musical instrument that he came with Dai Zong this time and wanted to perform for His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes-flute.

Grabbing the flute, Yi Jun didn't have any more thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to blow the flute that could attract wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, and make all the sounds that could be made.

Trembling, he put the flute to his mouth with great perseverance, and the strength in Yi Jun's belly surged towards the flute tube, "Woo-" The flute was finally blown and let out a hoarse chirp.

It wasn't a beautiful flute, but more like someone's desperate cry for help before they died. Even if this cry for help can only be heard by those wolves, insects, tigers and leopards in the mountains and wilderness, it is good.

A light sound sounded behind the wind and sand, and with this sound, the wind and sand eased again.

The wind and sand slowed down, and the severe cold that froze people into the eternal night also went away, and Yi Jun's desire to indulge and sleep for a long time also eased.

Yi Jun couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart, inhaled a cold breath in his chest and abdomen again, and then spit it out violently through his mouth.

"Woo-" The flute chirped like a flute, which was the result of Yi Jun's fingers not covering the flute holes, but this was obviously not Yi Jun's concern.

All he cares about is making a sound, just asking the other party to stop this huge illusion of heaven and earth, give him a way out, or, attract those wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, even if he can't hurt the other party, he has to scare her and make the last counterattack before he dies.

He didn't know what a trial was, what it did, what it meant, what its rules were, and what it was, and what it meant to be spiritual, what it was, what it was, and what it meant to be an illusion.

All he cares about is his own survival, all he cares about is his own counterattack, he can't be silent, even if he dies, at least...... You want to make a sound, right?

The sound ......of the piano suddenly turned urgent, and with this rapid sound, the wind and sand in the sky made a big blow again, and the severe cold fell from the nine skies again, only hitting the mountain beams.

Even Ye Guochang, the peak spiritual master of the Four Realms, felt an irrepressible sleepiness rising from the depths of his heart, and under the fear, he no longer dared to hold it up, so he hurriedly sat down in Panxi, and used his spiritual power to resist.

Lan Ling tilted his head and fainted.

And Li Qing, the Nine Emperor Princes who was protected by the spiritual weapon, was also in danger again, the circle of green light that protected the body was instantly faint to almost invisible, and Li Qing's face inside turned blue again, and his whole body was covered with frost, and the whole person was like a frozen stone statue, only a pair of eyes could still rotate slightly, and he looked at Yi Jun, who was leaning against the big stone, his eyes were closed, and his mind seemed to be unconscious, looking at the jade flute that seemed to fall at any time and shatter at his mouth.

"Woo woo ......" The flute sounded faintly but tenaciously, in the wind and sand, in the rapid sound of the piano that seemed to resound throughout the whole world, reminding everyone that there was still one person in the team of the Dashun Empire who did not lose his voice and did not succumb to the majesty of the heavens.

Just when this tiny sound of the piano was fighting against the wind and sand and the earth-shattering sound of the qin, a person suddenly appeared on the opposite mountain.

The sky and earth were white, and the man's clothes were white, so no one noticed whether she had been standing there for a long time, or had just arrived.

None of this mattered, though, the important thing was that the man began to move.

The wind and sand that blew all over the sky and made Ye Guochang, the peak spirit of the four realms, unable to stand upright, seemed to have no effect on her, or, more appropriately, she seemed to be riding this wind and sand in the sky, and the wind and sand were just a tool for her to walk.

It was only a few breaths before that person appeared in front of Yi Jun and the others.

Most people are either in a coma a long time ago, or they can't open their eyes like Yi Jun, and they are on the verge of coma and lucidity, so few people find her coming.

Only Ye Guochang saw the man, his body suddenly trembled violently, and he opened his mouth at the man, wanting to speak, but the wind and sand instantly filled his mouth, and a warm breath was instantly frozen into a popsicle, plugging his throat, making him unable to make a sound anymore, and his vision became blurred.

The man glanced at Ye Guochang, and his face showed a slight look of apology, but soon, her expression changed like the changeable wind and sand, and became a different one.

That look is a complex expression of astonishment, incomprehension, disgust, and apologies that are formed after being intertwined.

Yi Jun couldn't open his eyes, and his mind was on the verge of being unconscious and awake, so he didn't see her strange expression at all, if he could see it, and he still had the strength, he would definitely jump up at the first time, and then run away as fast as he could.

Because, this kind of expression Yi Jun has seen many times on the faces of the hunters in Changbai Mountain, that is, when they find a wolf den and take out a few wolf cubs from it.

The young wolves are weak, cute, and stupid, and even the most ruthless hunters will have this look on their faces when they see their delicate movements and hear their faint growl, which is pity for them, helplessness for their impending fate.

The next moment, he would throw the little wolves high and fall to their deaths on the stones.

Sure enough, after showing this look on his face, the man stretched out his hand and slapped it towards Yi Jun Tianlinggai.

The only person who can see this situation is Ye Guochang at this time, although the eyes of the Nine Emperor Prince Li Qing are open, he can't see anything at this time, and the whole person has already passed out, but, even if it is Ye Guochang, because the glance when the person just arrived also made him confused, his eyes can barely see things, but his body can't move at all.

He could only vaguely see that the man was stretching out his hand and running towards the top of Yi Jun's head, but he couldn't hear the slightest sharp palm wind in his ears, and he couldn't catch the expression on the other party's face when he made such a move, was it hideous, was it happy, or was it so numb that he didn't have any expression?

The man's palm quickly slapped down towards the top of Yi Jun's head, and at the moment when he was about to make contact, the person's expression suddenly changed, and the next moment, her palm hovered, and it was only a few wires away from the top of Yi Jun's head.

Then, her palm slowly fell, caressing the top of Yi Jun's head.

The man's palm was very gentle at this time, landing on the top of Yi Jun's head, and at the same time, a soft aura was slowly released from her palm and entered Yi Jun's body.

It's just that Yi Jun's spirit was suppressed, and he didn't know anything about the person who appeared in front of him, and he didn't know that this person's palm was pressing on the top of his head, he was still mechanically and stubbornly playing his horizontal flute, and he was still insisting on the persistence in his heart.