Throughout the ages, countless celebrities have tried to outline the most extreme pathos with the flute.

Some people lean on the railing alone in the deep night, feeling the vicissitudes of life with the past in their minds, things are people, and they play [Broken Love].

Some people regard the broken swallow in the sky as the ghost of the old man, lose their minds and stagger, get drunk and sleep, hold the hole flute in their sleep, and play the [Qin Se Sheng Xiao].

Someone heard the drums playing in the ancient temple in the bloody dusk, and he picked up the cave flute and played the extremely desolate [Broken Ancient Temple] to this ruined world.

There are also people whose bitter tears are about to burst out of their eyes, and a song [Funeral Flower Yin] with the cave flute made Lin Daiyu stumble and lose her mind, and she was already in tears when she escaped from the compound.

So many people have tried to express their inner sadness and sorrow with a hole flute.

But the power of mortals is too difficult to touch the underworld that represents sorrow.

The cave flute of the king of Equal Yama may have personally experienced all the experiences of Lu You, and all the sorrows of the underworld, so he has the most desolate and sad power in the world.

Qin Jue had never learned the dong flute, but when he played the first syllable.

Not!

The syllable, like the hoarse sobs of a tormented man paralyzed on the ground, was cold, but it was so cold that it poured into the human ear, as if the heart was immersed in this despair and stopped beating.

This is followed by a continuous stream of syllables.

The sound was like a bone-chilling rain.

I can't hide, I can't dodge, and I was hit by the heavy rain until I lost my soul.

Even the tens of thousands of troops who had withdrawn from Nanhai City turned their heads at this moment, looking at Nanhai City as if it was shrouded in the sound of despair.

There, it doesn't feel like a human city anymore.

And for example, in the dead and silent tomb, there is a tortured soul in it who is crying out in despair and helplessness, and the sound is hooked, and it is deeply moved, and people unconsciously lose their minds.

Wang Lao, who was far away in the capital, suddenly broke free from this seductive mourning song, touched his face, and actually touched two muddy old tears.

Wang Lao was surprised, just a syllable of a mourning song, he actually let himself shed old tears unconsciously, the power of this mourning song is too terrifying?

"Hurry up and shut it down!" Elder Wang immediately ordered.

I am afraid that the funeral song of Nanhai City will affect mankind.

After all, in the past, it is said that those forbidden songs created by human beings with the help of gods and demons, such as [Black Friday] [Red Wedding Dress] and so on, have led to cases of suicide due to this.

Sometimes, syllables are capable of causing human beings to feel so much fear and despair that they lose all desire to live and plunge into the arms of death.

"All the city's links to Nanhai City are closed!"

"Blockade of Nanhai City in all directions!"

"Ban Nanhai City!"

"Order everyone in the vicinity of Nanhai City to immediately withdraw fifty kilometers away!"

Wang Lao, who had personally experienced a few syllables of the mourning song, immediately realized the seriousness of Qin Jue's blowing of the dong flute.

Sound is equal to all creatures with a sense of hearing!

If that Xiao Sheng can deal with the locusts Buddha.

Wouldn't it be easy to kill humans?

And sound can travel at a speed that is sometimes unimaginable.

In the past, optical propagation technology was a new technology that Daxia was proud of.

But now, it has become the most worrying thing in Wang Lao's heart.

If the voice of Nanhai City spreads, even if the official person bans it, there is a possibility that many people will die.

On this day, at this moment, all the network signals across the country were interrupted instantly, and everything seemed to return to the appearance of the strange recovery that had just begun.

But fortunately, this time, there was a notice on the maintenance of optical propagation base stations issued by the capital first, which did not cause panic among the people.

Elder Wang has always been the old man behind Qin Jue, dealing with those hidden fuses for Qin Jue.

In Nanhai City, tens of thousands of troops received an urgent order to immediately withdraw fifty kilometers.

But in fact, the officers here have already seen the most terrifying picture.

After hearing the mourning song played by Qin Jue, many soldiers became depressed and depressed, as if they had lost all their desire to live, and their nearby comrades-in-arms were so frightened that they could only quickly tie them up.

These people are so suicidal!

At this moment, Chen Feng looked at Nanhai City, his eyes were completely full of fear.

There, is the mourning song played by King Yama of Equality, where is the place where mortals can touch.

Soon, the vicinity of Nanhai City became empty, and only Qin Jue's funeral song kept echoing.

Because of the horror of the funeral song, no outsiders dared to watch this battle again, and both the West and the Shas country quickly cut off contact.

This battle is no longer known to outsiders.

No one knows what the final battle between Qin Jue and the Locust Buddha will be in front of this mourning song.

Everyone was waiting nervously.

At this moment, in Nanhai City, the locust Buddha had already felt the pain.

Even though the soul is a bug, a bug also has the emotions of a bug.

In its mind, all that comes to mind at this moment is a picture of food.

Something took away all its food.

And it is like the little locust at the beginning, it can only tremble in the face of a strong enemy, hiding in the soil, leaves, and grass and not daring to move, and can only watch as the favorite food is taken away by the strong enemy, and then spoiled by the strong enemy unscrupulously.

It's not going to do anything.

It's going to have to be watched.

Feelings of hopelessness.

Filled the mind of the Locust Buddha.

The locust Buddha clutched its head and hissed in despair.

Those yellow-brown eyes like gods and demons are no longer indifferent at this moment.

Qin Jue played the funeral song of the Equal Yama King while quietly staring at the Locust Buddha.

Did you hear that.

This is the funeral song for you.

In the midst of this mourning, you miscellaneous worm should fall into it in pain.

Reminisce, sink into painful memories.

Wave after wave of memory attacks that disintegrate your soul, make your body despair, and make you feel the same pain as me.....

The Buddha of Locusts heard.

Heard the mother's call.

In that green wilderness.

It saw its own mother, who was long dead.

Open your arms to it.

It's too bitter.

The world is too bitter.

Go with Mom, and Mom will take you to a place where there will always be food.

The locust Buddha was lost, the mother in front of him was so familiar, it couldn't tell the difference, and even forgot that it was the Locust Buddha, and that it was punishing and harming the humans under it in the Great Xia Nanhai City.

Let's go.

Go to the place where the spring flowers are blooming.

while you're still warm inside your eggs.

There will always be plenty of food there.

Step by step, the Buddha walked towards his mother.

In fact, the locusts Buddha has no concept of its mother at all, it only listens to the phrase that there will always be food there, which is a fatal attack on it, and everything that is lacking when it is young will eventually be made up for when it grows up.

However, the mother died again, and became a mess of yellow-brown mud.

The locust Buddha wailed in pain and said that he would go to a place where there would always be food.

Why are you lying to me!