"No wonder the big green snake has been obsessed with it for a hundred years, and it is really a treasure of heaven and earth. Murong Jiu muttered with emotion.

"Master, are you trying to ......" Qi Ling turned his head to look at Murong Jiu, guessing his intentions.

"Hehe, the ghost Jiuge is surnamed Murong. Murong Jiu grinned the corners of his mouth, smiled freely, and said.

"Murong Jiu, you broke your word and ...... fat" Murong Jiu and Qiling's faint voice was clearly captured by the Golden Bamboo, which shook its two-meter-high bamboo body and shouted angrily.

This was the first time that the Golden Bamboo had revealed its original body, and its spirit was extremely nervous, extremely worried that a cultivator who had escaped from the sky would accidentally bump into it, and did not want it to take a huge risk to show its original body, but it overheard Murong Jiu's dirty thoughts.

"Huangzhu Daxian, I will break my promise, what can you do, give you a chance, follow me in the future, otherwise there will be no mercy!" was aware of the secret thoughts, Murong Jiu simply stopped hiding, and his smiling face was suddenly covered with frost.

"Follow you?Murong Jiu, it's not that I underestimate you, what ability do you want me to follow you, if you can do it, what's the harm in following you?" Rooted and living in this bamboo forest, the golden bamboo still can't transform into a human body for hundreds of years, it disdains Murong Jiu's words, but it is quite looking forward to really walking out of the bamboo forest.

"Really, aren't you worried that I'll cut you off and build a weapon?" Murong Jiu's eyebrows raised, and he said.

"You ......" Hearing the words of following Murong Jiu, the meaning of the golden bamboo was naturally that Murong Jiu would help him cultivate, and then follow him after transforming his human body, and he didn't want him to build weapons. The Golden Bamboo was stunned for a moment, but then let out a disdainful laugh: "Murong Jiu." The big stupid snake can't destroy my body protection green bamboo for a hundred years, but you want to cut off my body. Don't be ashamed!"

"Hehe, Huangzhu Daxian, I know that your protective body is hard, and ordinary swords are difficult to hurt, if I have a divine weapon, I don't know if I can do it?" Murong Jiu squinted at the body of the Golden Bamboo and said with a teasing smile.

The golden bamboo was immediately dumbfounded, if there was really a sharp weapon that sharpened iron like clay, it would be difficult for him to be safe! The cunning Murong Jiu smiled and urged its self-confidence little by little.

"Huh. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, let's see the real chapter in my hand, so that you can see the power of the real divine soldier. Murong Jiu took a step forward, stroking the emerald green Qixuan flute with his palm, pinning his hopes on Qixuan.

The Seven Xuan Flute, the Mysterious Flute, the inexplicable material, the weird sound quality, and only this flute on Murong Jiu's body is suspected to be a divine weapon. He is also testing the mystery of the Seven Flutes.

"Hehe, Murong Jiu, if it's a divine sword demon sword, I, Huangzhu Daxian, will still be afraid of three points. How can a broken flute hurt me?" The Golden Bamboo watched Murong Jiu stroke the flute in his hand intently, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a blow.

Broken Flute? How could Broken Flute shatter the head of the green snake with one blow? The afterglow in Murong Jiu's eyes glanced at the golden bamboo. He didn't answer, and pressed his finger to the flute. Put it on your mouth, and the true yuan power in your body quickly wandered through the meridians. His body was covered with an illusory blue light, and he took a deep breath, breathed into the dantian, and exhaled suddenly......

"Buzz ......" Qixuan flute let out a piercing whimper, the air was filled with the breath of Sen Ran, a tangible short blade whined out from the flute, scattering a faint emerald green flute sound The sword spun and whistled towards the golden bamboo, and where it passed, the bamboo leaves on the ground were swept up by the energy.

The piercing sound of the Qixuan flute made Qiling frown instantly, but when she saw the sudden flying sound blade, she quickly set up a suspended bridge of fallen leaves towards the golden bamboo from Murong Jiu's body, and saw the strangeness of the Qixuan flute for the first time.

"Ding......

Under the terrifying gaze of the golden bamboo, the emerald green killing sound blade instantly slashed at its bottom, and the sparks shot out...... The sound blade, which had made a shallow scratch, slowly collapsed, and the imprint of the golden bamboo gradually disappeared.

Nearly ten meters between Murong Jiu and the Golden Bamboo, the fluttering fallen leaves had already fallen slowly, and the first blow of the Mysterious Seven Xuan Flute failed to cause any damage to the Golden Bamboo, but Murong Jiu was overjoyed.

"Hehe, Murong Jiu, the bewitching flute is also a flute after all. The Golden Bamboo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a sound knife scattered by a flute was actually able to cut through its own body, which was enough to show the unusual nature of the mysterious flute, but it couldn't help itself.

"Ha Luha, Huangzhu Daxian, don't be proud, I'm going to uproot you today!"

A mouthful of his true vitality was able to make the Seven Xuan Di slash out the sound knife, and exuded a killing aura, Murong Jiu was very excited, although the sound knife failed to cut the golden bamboo, but he already had a clear calculation in his heart.

If the golden bamboo is cut off with a knife and has no roots, will it have a negative effect on it? It is not good for such a spiritual and beautiful bamboo to have some flaws, and the best plan is to uproot it!

"Murong Jiu, aren't you stupid, it's still difficult to hurt my body, you actually whimsically want to pry my old roots, arrogant!" the golden bamboo shouted like thunder.

I will be arrogant, but not arrogant...... Murong Jiu looked the golden bamboo's posture up and down, and felt more and more that its streamline was perfect, he put the Qixuan flute to his mouth again, and the true yuan power flowed in the meridians like water, and the emotions in the spiritual space were high.

The condensation of spiritual will, the high concentration of thinking, gradually emerged in his spiritual world, a great man, he closed his eyes slightly, his mind was immersed in the spirit, and he looked at the great man's hidden body with adoration.

His lips opened slightly, exhaled into the flute, six fingers jumped up and down, a melodious flute sound resounded between the bamboo forests, the breeze gently raised the bamboo leaves on the branches, and the fairy-like flute sound wanted to ingest people's minds into the artistic conception of a teenager practicing martial arts.

The spirit of the Seven Spirits and the Golden Bamboo seems to have entered a kind of wandering realm, when they are amazed, the flute sound is gradually enthusiastic and unrestrained, which makes people give birth to the pride of accelerating the flow of blood, and the young art in the artistic conception becomes a horse......

Murong Jiu closed his eyes and played the Qixuan flute, he was already sweating, the true vitality in his body was slowly spit out, and the source entered the Qixuan flute, and a heaven and earth atmosphere quietly filled the entire bamboo forest.

With Murong Jiu's mental attention to the figure of the Great Han, and the deeds of him playing the Great Han with true vitality, the Seven Xuan Flute gathered into a sound, and one by one the notes floated out from the flute and converged on Murong Jiu's side, gradually forming the physical form of the mysterious Great Han.

Call...... At the moment when the notes gathered, a slight domineering spirit spread from the form of the mysterious man, and all the living forms in the entire bamboo forest were instantly dormant, and the sound was suddenly stifled, and only the breeze blew the bamboo leaves.

Murong Jiu closed his eyes and still played the legend of the big man, the flute sound was ups and downs, excited, and a string of notes floated out of the Qixuan flute, blending into the body of the big man beside him, the domineering spirit scattered became stronger and stronger, Murong Jiu and the seven spirits' clothes and hair hunted and flew away, and the dead leaves in a radius of three meters were blown up.

The golden bamboo not far away was inexplicably surprised, and the figure that was gradually forming beside Murong Jiu's body, the domineering impact from the scattering impact on his body, as if he was in the middle of the hunting cold wind, made it feel deeply shocked.

The sound of the flute became higher and higher, and Murong Jiu's six fingers were beating faster and faster, of course, the true vitality he exhaled was getting more and more, and the notes flying out of the Qixuan flute were becoming denser and denser.

He stopped abruptly at the most legendary moment of the mysterious man's life, his true vitality was too consumed, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his whole body was weak, and his limbs were sore.

The passionate flute sound suddenly stopped, and the mysterious man who was formed by the gathering of musical notes also suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly a strong overlord qi surged in all directions with him as the center, and the wind in the bamboo forest was repeated, and the dead branches and leaves were rolled upside down, and the green bamboo swayed.

It worked...... Feeling the domineering spirit stirring in the bamboo forest, the majesty that pressed like a mountain, and his arrogant eyes that scattered and looked at the world, although Murong Jiu was difficult to support, his heart couldn't help but be excited.

Using the deep remembrance of the mysterious man in his heart, he played the Seven Xuan Flute with his own true vitality, and interpreted his legendary myth in his own spirit, thus outlining his body and figure in the real world, and the Seven Xuan Flute is indeed the flute of fairy illusion.

"Ha Luha, Huangzhu Daxian, I wonder if he can uproot you?" Murong Jiu's heart was happy, and he shouted loudly.

He ...... Who is he?" Golden Bamboo felt his tongue knotted, and the aura of the mysterious man was so awe-inspiring and domineering that it could not have the idea of resisting, and a faint trace of luck was also lost under his arrogant gaze.

"He, his origin is very big, he is the overlord of Western Chu who is trying to pull out the mountains and rivers - Xiang Yu!" Murong Jiu hugged his arms and shouted smugly.

Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu in ancient China?

That heroic man born with divine powers?

The Seven Xuan Flute actually transformed his original form into a flute of the True Immortal Illusion!

Of course, this inevitable achievement is still due to the worship of Murong Jiu's condensed spiritual power, as well as the strong desire of willpower, which has been doubled and expanded by the Seven Xuan Di, and the reverse condensation has taken shape.

"Overlord Xiang Yu?"

While the Seven Spirits and the Golden Bamboo were quickly thinking about the characters in their memories, Murong Jiu's brows were furrowed, and he suddenly felt that the form of the Overlord Xiang Yu was fading, and the domineering energy that was scattered was also decreasing sharply.

The Qixuan flute is just a mysterious flute, and it can't give the overlord Xiang Yu the eternal god form in the world, it's just that he expanded his willpower according to the spiritual thinking in Murong Jiu's heart, and after just a moment, all the traces of the overlord Xiang Yu will dissipate in the heaven and earth.

"Huangzhu Daxian, don't be verbose, I'll pull out your old roots......" It took a huge amount of effort to condense the form of the overlord Xiang Yu, how could Murong Jiu let him disperse in vain, he turned to the phantom form and said respectfully: "Please also ask the overlord to contribute and pull out the old roots of the Huangzhu Daxian to eliminate hidden dangers in the future." (To be continued......)