The forest full of poisonous insects suddenly became a little silent, and everyone couldn't help but have a little pity in their eyes while looking at the poisonous corpse opposite.

They couldn't be clearer about Tsukizukumo's martial arts, even Tsukizumo was no opponent, they could imagine what kind of realm it was.

Everyone was silent, but everyone knew what to do next. The man in front of him has turned into a poisonous corpse, and even the only witch who can detoxify the witch of the Wuzhu Palace, Qu can't help but shake her head unintentionally, wanting to save the person in front of her, and there really is no longer half a chance. Moreover, even by that insignificant half-point, the people present would not gamble for a long time for a long time to fight for an illusory hope for a person who has no relatives and no reason.

"Who's going to make the shot. Dao Wuxian looked at the few people in front of him and asked.

Hearing this, the scholar's eyes flashed a little unbearable, and then he said, "He shouldn't have died." ”

"We all know he's innocent. Lu Weifang said abruptly, "Maybe this is fate, he is destined to have this fate." ”

"It should be the rivers and lakes that should bear this catastrophe. Qu Wu said suddenly.

Several people nodded, and when Yue Chuyun saw this, he silently took down the Snow Phoenix Ice King Flute from his waist. Everyone was stunned when they saw this, and then silently took a half step back. Mr. Yue's music is the best in the world, and although the world's first pianist does not have a piano, he can still kill people invisibly. In the same way, only those who die in such a flute will not feel any pain when they step into the ghost gate.

The moonrise did not disappoint the people present, the desolate but strange flute echoed by the river, and the man on the opposite bank seemed to lose his mind in an instant, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in this sad flute.

The surrounding poisonous insects rushed to the sound of the flute, but they were greeted by invisible internal force fluctuations in the air. The sound tide spread slightly, crushing everything in front of him, but the man remained motionless, as if he didn't feel the strength enough to crush him in an instant.

"As a disciple of the Changge Sect, I haven't heard such a beautiful flute for a long time. Qu Wu seemed to be muttering to himself, and whispered, "To die in such a flute is not in vain to come to the world...... No, Ah Yue has a heart. ”

Perhaps it was the moonrise that the clouds heard the sound of the curling centipede, and the sound of the flute by the river became illusory. The sound tide that had originally condensed into substance dispersed in an instant, completely turning into invisible, but like fog and smoke, enveloping the surrounding heaven and earth.

The sound of the flute is still desolate, but everyone knows what sadness is, and in that desolation and sadness, everyone actually heard a little lovesickness. That kind of lovesickness has no love and hatred, and the only thing that remains is unspeakable despair.

Beyond the charred ruins, a vague figure leaned against the charred wall with a sad shadow, no one knowing what she was staring at, let alone what she was waiting for. Perhaps all she was waiting for was the despair that she would never forget until she died, but she was still waiting, forcing herself to give herself hope as she fell into despair day by day.

"The music is magical...... This was the first time I started to hate this martial art. The knife sighed faintly.

Perhaps, but the sound of the flute seemed to be a good thing for him. Qu Wu said with a little hanging, as if the scene in front of him could not move him. However, several people present were all masters in the Dao realm, so they could naturally detect the unnaturalness in his tone, as well as his slightly clenched fists.

"Look, he's in tears. ”

The scholar's reminder made several people look at the man on the opposite bank at the same time, only to see that he was already kneeling in the river but did not know it, there was no expression on his stiff and blue face, but the tears in his eyes seemed to be beyond his control. He has no feelings for a long time, but tears are the most representative of people's feelings. He had no heart, but under the influence of the flute, he still wept, and he didn't know it himself. He didn't want to see someone face such despair, so he cried for her, he had no heart, he was made into a poisonous corpse, but in any case, he was also a human being, and human instinct is human beings.

Ah Xiao silently turned his head, even the most sluggish of the few people knew the identity of the man in front of him at this moment. The woman named Liu Qifei in Liujia Village asked if she had ever seen her father-in-law, and this time he finally saw it, Ah Xiao was also confused, maybe it was more relaxed for him to not see the person in front of him than now.

The sound of the flute finally slowly turned low, with a poignant sound like white bones, and gradually dissipated in this inaccessible fairy forest. Heaven and earth seemed to feel the sadness in the sound of the flute at this moment, and the aftermath of the flute echoed over and over again between heaven and earth, just like the figure outside Liujia Village talking to himself over and over again.

"Have you seen my husband ......?"

The man on the other side still didn't make any moves, and the tears burst into the river, but the expression on his face finally slowly melted.

"How is it possible, he has become a heartless and ruthless poisonous corpse, why can he still laugh!" Qu Wuzhi was shocked, but he still tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"This is Changge Gate. Qu Wu sighed when he heard this, "But to make the poisonous corpse return to its soul before death, it has to be Ah Yue, and ordinary Changge Sect disciples can't do it." ”

"The disciples of Changge Sect are all lonely, a song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world. I am afraid that the only thing that can accompany the people of Changgemen forever is the piano in their hands, in the dead of night, the lonely shadow of the residual lamp, a faint song, accompanied by the sound of the piano, they are no longer lonely, but then they are even more lonely. Qinglian Sword Immortal's poem is right, draw the knife and cut off the water, raise a glass to pour out sorrows, this is the Changge Sect people. ”

Ah Yue knows this kind of loneliness, so he can better understand the loneliness of others. At any time, as long as you listen to him play the piano and flute, you can hear your heart from the rhythm, even if it is an unintentional person. ”

"A strange person. Qu frowned when he heard this.

"He was a strange man. Qu Wu nodded, but then frowned and said: "But I always have a feeling that this deep loneliness doesn't give me the feeling of Ah Yue herself, but more like one of the top masters of the legendary Changge Gate, the illusion demon heart Han Feichi." ”

No one answered the words, and the conversation stopped, and everyone looked up at the other side.

Yue Chuyun slowly withdrew the Snow Phoenix Ice King Flute, this divine weapon that was not stained with red dust finally took the life of the man in front of him unconsciously.

The man kneeling in the water smiled, his blue face unconsciously looking up at the sunlight above him, and then slowly fell backwards.

There was one more corpse by the river, this time a real corpse. In mid-air, as the man's body fell, the pages that fell out of the man's arms were floating up because of the breeze.

Moonrise's figure disappeared in place, and reappeared in the river. Standing on the water, those pages fell steadily in the hands of Izuzumo with the moon, and when he looked down, the first page was a familiar name.

"Kifi Azuma......"