The Ghost Sect Elder was vigilant in his heart, and he spoke a little politely: "I don't know why His Royal Highness King Rui is here?" ”

After Zi Yunchen finished blowing a song, he raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and said slowly: "I heard that your sect's Lechuan boat is up and down to the Yellow Spring, which is an excellent treasure, and this king wants to use it." ”

The Ghost Sect Elder's face sank: "His Royal Highness King Rui will laugh in the array." The Lethe River Boat is the treasure of this sect, how can it be said that you can take it? ”

His eyes fell on the ghost jade flute, and he had an idea in his heart, and said: "If the old man asks His Highness for the ghost jade flute, will His Highness give it?" ”

Zi Yunchen looked down at the thing in his hand: "Do you want it?" OK. ”

At this moment, it was the Ghost Sect Elder who was stunned.

The preciousness of the ghost jade flute is not under the Lethe boat.

He thought that Zi Yunchen would definitely refuse.

In this way, he had an excuse to let Zi Yunchen exchange the ghost jade flute.

But Zi Yunchen actually agreed?

Before he could come up with an ugly man, Zi Yunchen casually threw the ghost jade flute towards him.

The treasure of the ghost world is right in front of you!

The Ghost Sect Elder subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and the moment his fingertips touched the Ghost Jade Flute, a chilling purple cold light suddenly burst out from the flute's body, instantly hitting his heart along his fingers!

The Ghost Sect Elder subconsciously shook off the Ghost Jade Flute, and at the same time, his palm waved towards Zi Yunchen with a heavy black qi.

Zi Yunchen's figure flashed, avoiding the other party's attack, and at the same time grabbed the ghost jade flute back into his hand: "Here you go, you don't want to just do it, you still want to sneak attack this king?" ”

His face sank, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Then Hugh blames the king for being welcome!" ”

Tang Lu: "......"

I've seen those who take the opportunity to find faults, but I've never seen such a straightforward one to find faults.

As he spoke, Zi Yunchen waved the ghost jade flute.

In an instant, thousands of yin spirits came together, and the momentum was like the battle of thousands of troops, so that the heaven and the earth were stunned, and the wind and clouds were solidified.

Because Zi Yunchen's deep and clear voice echoed between heaven and earth: "If you don't give it, every other hour, this king will destroy a mountain." ”

"If you are an old man, I'm afraid you won't make it!" The Elder of the Ghost Sect turned his head and yelled at the apprentice who was getting up in embarrassment, "Gather the whole sect, summon the Yin soldiers, and defend against the enemy!" ”

Soon, a large number of ghost cultivators and Yin soldiers gathered.

Zi Yunchen's eyes swept away, and then he calmly turned his head: "Young Master Tang, do you know how to play the flute?" ”

Tang Lu was a little stunned, but still nodded: "Yes." But the tune you played, it's the first time I've heard it. ”

"It doesn't matter." Zi Yunchen casually threw the ghost jade flute into his arms, "If you need to, you can blow it, if you don't know the pure requiem, you can also blow the phoenix." Phoenix will you, right? ”

Tang Lu looked at him: "Yes." ”

But blowing the phoenix to a group of ghosts is too much...... Shouldn't this be blown on the woman you love?

Thinking about it, Zhan Fengzi is such a rough person, let alone Fengqiuhuang, she can't even tell the difference between the flute and the flute.

After Zi Yunchen finished explaining, he turned around and touched the head of the snow ginseng doll, nodded at Lei Yan, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Tang Lu was stunned again.

The enemy is current, and he ...... He actually started cultivating?

The Ghost Sect Elder didn't understand what was going on, but that didn't prevent him from knowing that this was the best time to snatch the Ghost Jade Flute, and immediately waved his hand to signal the Ghost Cultivator to step forward and attack.

The ghost cultivators were like a black shadow, their faces were hideous, and their hands were craggy, like a group of evil ghosts rushing over.

Tang Lu was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly put the ghost jade flute to his lips and blew it.

Woo......

As soon as there was a sound, the hand of the Ghost Sect Elder grabbed Tang Lu's face.

Tang Lu is not Zi Yunchen, if he doesn't rob it at this time, when will he wait?

Mao Dun Literature