This bone flute looks very small, only the size of a human palm, but the body of the flute is as white as jade, polished is also very smooth, and a pitch-black pattern is engraved on it.

"What's the matter, old man, so happy?" asked Nanfeng, who was studying the circle at the mouth of the cave.

The King of Tibet smiled and said: "There is no endless road, Li Xuanhuang, you brought the right person, now we are saved!"

Bai Junqian and Nanfeng were more or less puzzled, but the King of Tibet held the small bone flute and said, "Young man, do you know what this is?" His gaze was fixed on Bai Junqian's body.

Bai Junqian didn't react for a while, but shook his head.

The King of Tibet laughed: "This is not an ordinary thing, it can summon something very remarkable in this world. ”

Hearing this, Nanfeng was still puzzled, and Bai Junqian's mind flashed with inspiration, and he inexplicably thought of the big trouble in the moon and the building, and said after a while: "Pangolin?"

"You know this?" the Tibetan king was stunned.

Bai Junqian's expression changed subtly and said, "Well, when this bone flute was obtained, it was indeed used to summon a pangolin. ”

"Where did you get that? Can you be more clear? The King of Tibet said with some urgency.

At that moment, Bai Junqian told the king of Tibet about the big trouble in Yuetanlou, but there was some cover-up in some places.

After hearing this, the king of Tibet looked serious for a long time and muttered, "It's probably him...... It's him, what's the matter, he's not dead?"

Nanfeng saw that he was muttering to himself, as if the demonic problem was about to attack again, so he hurriedly asked, "Who are you talking about?"

The dim light of the skull lamp reflected the face of the King of Tibet, his face turned a little red, and his blank eyes gradually moistened, and he said slowly: "He...... He's my messenger of light!"

"Bright Envoys, weren't those Bright Envoys of yours killed by the Marquis of Tongtian in the battle for the Shadow Wing Pavilion back then?"

The King of Tibet nodded and said, "I thought so, but I didn't expect that there would be any survivors, and the only one left was the youngest one, the nineteenth messenger of light." His name was Dunhe. He is the only one who has this bone flute. ”

Nanfeng was a little puzzled when he was not in that big trouble that day, and asked, "What is so strange about this bone flute?"

The king of Tibet held the bone flute and looked at it carefully: "This bone flute can summon the most escaping creature in the world, that is, the thousand-year-old pangolin king." ”

"Pangolin King?" Bai Junqian was a little confused.

The King of Tibet nodded, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "This pangolin is a spiritual creature, not a monster. Back then, my messenger of light was good at the art of retreating, so I gave this bone flute to him and taught him to tame the spiritual thing. ”

"Yes, I remember that when I fought him that day, he did summon a golden pangolin. Bai Junqian recalled and said, "It's just that if it's as you said, what's the use of you taking this bone flute?"

The King of Tibet smiled slightly, and put the bone flute in his mouth: "Now there are thousands of rock formations above your head, and there is a magic circle in front of you, and there is no way out." There's only one way we can do it, give it a try, and who knows if it might work?"

Although he looked confident, Bai Junqian was still a little hesitant, and always felt that the pangolin was not as powerful and mysterious as he said.

At this time, Nanfeng also stopped the movement in his hand, put aside the matter of unlocking the magic circle for the time being, and waited with his arms on the side, but to see how the king of Tibet would use this bone flute.

The king of Tibet told Bai Junqian to sit on the top, and he sat in the cage and whined the bone flute.

The flute was not big and very shabby, so the sound that came out of it was not loud, but only whimpering, like the sound of a human crying, in this empty netherworld, which was particularly thrilling.

When the fish in the Netherworld heard Di Sheng, they reacted a little, and the yellow light flashed, and they circled around the water and returned to calm.

The Tibetan king has been blowing for a long time, but the sound of this flute is only echoed in the air, and nothing unusual is seen. Bai Junqian glanced at him in a daze, but saw that he had a firm expression on his face, puffed out his lips, and his appearance was shaken in the slightest.

Bai Junqian couldn't help but think in his heart: "This method may not be feasible. But seeing that the king of Tibet was so persistent, he couldn't bear to disturb him. "After all, he has been locked up here for so long, and the mood to get out should be more urgent than anyone else. ”

And the south wind sat and listened for a while, and then lay down again. After waiting for half an hour, waiting for the night breeze to come up, the strange fish were afraid of death and dived down, the yellow light in the water gradually disappeared, and the bone flute was still blowing.

Bai Junqian looked down at the Tibetan King in the cage, sighed secretly, and suddenly patted the iron rope on the cage.

The sound of the Tibetan king playing the flute ended, and he looked up at Bai Junqian.

"Seniors still don't blow it, it doesn't seem to be useful. Bai Junqian said lightly.

The king of Tibet stared at him in a daze, and was speechless for a long time, and suddenly continued to blow.

Nanfeng was also impatient: "Old man, why are you so stubborn? Obviously there is no change at all! Look ......"

"Don't speak......," said the Tibetan king in a low voice, "do you feel anything?"

"What?" Bai Junqian asked.

The king of Tibet stretched out his hand and came into the air: "It's windy...... The wind is blowing!" He plucked a messy hair from his head and held it to his fingertips, and when he saw the hair swaying slightly, he shouted, "It's windy!

Nanfeng looked at the obsessive eyes of the King of Tibet, turned his gaze down, did not speak, sighed and lay down again.

"What's so strange about the wind? In this Netherworld, it's not completely sealed, and it's normal for the occasional gust of wind to blow through the hall. He thought so, and the lingering sound of the flute began to get irritated as he listened to the lingering and mournful sound of the flute, and then he went to untie the circle.

This time, he came directly to the hard, directly raised his sword and slashed towards the magic circle, after a few times, although the magic circle did not appear abnormal, but as long as it caused the collision of spiritual energy, sooner or later it would be unraveled.

I thought that I could only wait for the magic circle to be unraveled by him, but who knew that suddenly another rustling sound sounded, as if it was spring rain sneaking into the night, and ten thousand insects were biting...... He slowly turned his head to look at the King of Tibet, but saw that the King of Tibet was still holding on, and his eyes were slightly flickering.

Bai Junqian was also vigilant, listening to the voices around him.

Then the Tibetan King suddenly laughed loudly and began to use the aura to urge the bone flute, and the sound of the flute was instantly several times louder than before.

The humming sound of the flute resounded in the Netherworld, like a bell that had been struck, and the rock walls shook quickly.

In the next moment, the rustling rain around became louder and louder, and the strange fish in the water quickly reacted, and the yellow light became brighter and brighter, gradually dazzling.

The King of Tibet still did not stop, and continued to blow with his aura, the rustling sound above his head became louder and louder, and gradually burst out with a piercing grinding and popping sound, as if there were thousands of pairs of sharp fingers and claws rubbing and scratching everywhere above his head.

Bai Junqian and Nanfeng were in their hearts, thinking that they were really going to succeed?