Shangguan Zhi was also fascinated by what she heard, as if she had returned to Beihai, dancing in the wind among the green mountains and blue seas of Leyou Mountain, and her father was watching her from a distance, his eyes were full of concern and love.

The surging waves of the River Styx also seemed to be calm under the influence of this flute, and the microwave was not alarmed.

The pictures of his childhood appeared in Fan Wenkai's mind one by one, as if everything was just yesterday, so real, and as if it was a dream.

Suddenly, Fan Wenkai saw a large group of people killing the Tai'a Sword to protect the sword gate, led by a black-clothed long sword, sword light Huohuo, all the way open and closed, corpses all over the field, Fan Wenkai was furious: Cheng Dogleg, I didn't expect you to be dead!

Fan Wenkai was about to draw his sword and rush towards Cheng Gou's legs, but suddenly he felt that Cheng Dog's legs erupted with a strong murderous aura, Fan Wenkai was extremely angry, and in this anger, he suddenly woke up like a flash in his mind: "This man in white has such a strong mental power, and this "Moonlit Night Hometown Song" directly grabs people's minds and makes people fall into an illusion, but fortunately, that anger woke him up. Sure enough, the man in white is not a good person. ”

The man in white was afraid that he wanted to take advantage of his entry into the illusion and then kill himself in one fell swoop. Fan Wenkai's eyes narrowed a slit, observing the man's every move, only to see that the man in white's eyes seemed to be closed, and his face showed murderous intent, Fan Wenkai knew that he was looking for the best time to kill himself.

At the moment, his eyes narrowed a slit, and he was also looking for an opportunity to fight back.

The strange flute suddenly turned into a high-pitched $1$ book$ read $ novel (.( yb)(d)(u).) , as if the wandering son who has been wandering for many years returns home, and his parents greet him from afar. Fan Wenkai was careless, and was hallucinated by the sound of the flute again.

Another set of different images kept emerging in Fan Wenkai's mind. I don't know when, I saw that Fan Wenkai had already stepped into the side of the Styx with Shangguan Zhi, and it seemed that he was about to jump down.

The River Styx, which was still calm just now, rolled up again at this moment, and kept rolling, a strange smile flashed on the face of the man in white, and then a trace of hideousness appeared, and a powerful wave of black qi rushed towards Fan Wenkai like a mountain and a sea.

Seeing that Fan Wenkai was about to be pushed into the River Styx by that wave of qi, suddenly, Fan Wenkai only felt a violent shock in the dantian, and he instantly sobered up.

It's a pure sword!

The Sun Moon Beast sealed by the Pure Jun Sword was the first to be alert, and the Sun Moon Beast sensed danger and instantly reminded Fan Wenkai.

Fan Wenkai reacted extremely quickly and hugged Shangguan Zhi fiercely. The Chixiao Sword rolled up a furious fire dragon, and with a "boom", it slammed into the black qi wave.

The brilliant light danced angrily, and the anti-shock force of the air wave instantly blew up the Styx River into a monstrous wave, splashing dozens of feet of water. At the same time, several skeleton monster fish jumped out of the black waves, their huge mouths wide open, and they bit down angrily towards Fan Wenkai.

Shangguan Zhi was so frightened that she hugged Fan Wenkai tightly, Fan Wen laughed and said, "A few skeleton monsters, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Fan Wenkai took advantage of this powerful anti-shock force to carry his true qi to rise against the wind and landed steadily on the shore.

Shangguan Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he had flown countless times over the wind on the North Sea, and it was also on the water, but none of them were as terrible as this time. However, Fan Wenkai beside him hugged himself tightly, and made himself feel a great sense of security.

A trace of surprise flashed on the face of the man in white, the face of the handsome man had become hideous just now, far from the image just now, and he sneered: "Little brother, I didn't expect you to have some ability, you can escape from the flute of my magic flute ancestor Bai Xiangzi, except for my unpredictable senior brother, you are the first! But even if you escape, this Styx is your burial place!"

Fan Wenkai held the Chixiao Sword obliquely, and laughed wildly: "What a white box, I still have a black box, I see that you are a rotten rotten box at best, only rely on this broken flute to pretend to be a ghost, and have the ability to fight with your Grandpa Fan! Let Grandpa Fan teach you a good lesson about this rotten box." ”

This Bai Xiangzi's name Fan Wenkai has heard of, and he is the junior disciple of Bai Ditian, one of the four masters of Kyushu today and the head of the Kunlun faction. This person's true qi cultivation is not bad, but there is too much difference with Bai Ditian, Bai Ditian has excellent music, this Bai Xiangzi also fell in love with music after hearing and witnessing, and I don't know when he was also bought by the ghost world?

I heard the bull head and horse face talk about Bai Ditian before, and now I heard Bai Xiangzi say that Bai Ditian escaped from under this flute, could it be that Bai Ditian, the head of Kunlun who cultivated to the sky, was also trapped in the ghost world?

Bai Xiangzi sneered: "Boy, since you are bent on seeking death, then don't blame me for being rude!"

Bai Xiangzi waved his big sleeves, the black gas was surging, he held the flute in his left hand, and played it slowly, the flute sound was poignant and broke through the clouds, making people accidentally enter the illusion.

Suddenly, I only heard a "boom" sound, and thousands of black waves suddenly flew into the sky, circling and dancing! A huge water dragon was formed, and countless water balls rotated around the water dragon, and suddenly merged into the water dragon, the black light was dazzling, looking at it from a distance, like a giant dragon, and even the bright black spine in the body was clearly visible.

The water dragon danced in the air, and the surging water of the upper reaches of the Styx River burst into the air with the sound of the flute, and continued to merge into the water dragon in mid-air. The more it swelled, the bigger it became, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a monster with a diameter of six or seven zhang and a length of more than thirty zhang, rolling and circling, circling and flying in the sky.

Fan Wenkai let out a loud shout, and the flames of the Chixiao Sword skyrocketed, inspiring a fire dragon several zhang long, and the fire dragon roared and rolled angrily, hitting the water vapor black dragon directly.

"Boom!" Water and fire collided with each other, two huge waves of air collided head-on, rolling up a gust of wind, and thousands of black qi rose up, and the sight that was still dim just now instantly became black and misty and could not see anything clearly.

The black mist seemed to be much heavier than normal, and it didn't go away for a long time. Fan Wenkai is overjoyed, and now the opportunity has come.

This weird Bai Xiangzi's cultivation is unfathomable, and he will definitely fight him with his own strength, but it seems that he can only outwit him.

At the moment, when the wave of qi had just exploded and had not yet dissipated, he couldn't care about Shangguan Zhi anymore, so he hurriedly put her into the Ruyi Qiankun bag, and he pretended to fall into the water with an "ah" sound.

At that moment, he quickly picked up a stone from the river bank and threw it into the River Styx, only to hear a loud sound of falling water, and the water splashed in all directions. But he ducked behind a boulder next to him.

Bai Xiangzi really hit the plan, only to say that Fan Wenkai had already fallen into the water, and laughed wildly: "Boy, it turns out that you have this ability, you can't even catch a single move from me, the water of the Styx is extremely poisonous, and you will soon turn into a white bone with this little cultivation of yours!"

After a while, the black fog dissipated, and Bai Xiangzi quickly walked over, rose against the wind, and patrolled down the River Styx. This Styx is extremely corrosive, Bai Xiangzi has seen it with his own eyes, ordinary immortal-level masters fall, and a stick of incense will turn into dry bones.

The River Styx is so foggy that you can't see anything. Bai Xiangzi was extremely proud, and he couldn't imagine that the Styx Ancestor would let him strengthen his vigilance, and it turned out that he was guarding against such a lowly brat. This kid must have turned to dry bones.

Bai Xiangzi hadn't been so happy for a long time, when he passed by the boulder where Fan Wenkai was, it was the closest time to Fan Wenkai, why not make a move at this time?

Fan Wen's killing machine skyrocketed, and he violently activated his true qi, the Shanshui Heart Method was running rapidly, and the Red Sky Sword was red, and he shot out a five or six zhang long Tyrant Light Knife in anger.

Since Bai Xiangzi can be favored by the Styx Ancestor, it is not easy to match him, he has already noticed it at the moment when Fan Wenkai revealed the killing intention, and suddenly turned around to look at the boulder, only to see the fire dragon dancing, Bai Xiangzi hurriedly waved his big sleeves and used his true qi to resist, but the distance was too close, and he couldn't resist it with all his strength in a hurry.

The fire dragon of the Chixiao Sword was so imposing that it slammed into Bai Xiangzi's body, Bai Xiangzi's chest shook violently, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew straight out five or six zhang away.

Fan Wenkai did not relent, jumped into the air, the light of the Chixiao Sword was even stronger, and he made a "mountaineering water", although this mountaineering and waterfront can only be regarded as ordinary in the "Ten Styles of Landscape", but when it is condescending, the power is only afraid that it has skyrocketed several times compared to the usual.

Fan Wenkai shouted, the true qi was turbulent, and the three true qi of red, green, and white rushed like a long river, forming a trident that pierced Bai Xiangzi.