Destroy my Dantian and take away my holy body? I'll kill you all over the house

He Yiming, standing above the formation, laughed wildly and said: "These spiritual birds are all strange man-eating birds summoned from the Chiyou Valley. They look hungry. I wonder if the sect disciples outside the school are enough." Are they full?"

With a wave of his hand, Tian Qingge's flute sound suddenly became louder, and thousands of strange birds flew towards the outside of the school grounds with strange cries.

Everyone just felt that the dark clouds above their heads were moving, shrouding the sect disciples outside the school grounds.

"The sound of this flute has such magical power? Can it summon thousands of exotic beasts and birds?" Xuanyuan Hui's face was more shocked than angry, marveling at this miraculous summoning technique.

As an ancestor of a large sect, Xuanyuan Hui is over a hundred years old and has experienced a lot, but where has he seen such a spectacular scene?

The others were too frightened to speak out. They stared at all this with their eyes wide open and their hearts beating wildly.

This is not a sect conference, it is clearly a sect destruction conference!

"No, the disciples of the sect are in trouble, run away!"

"Is our sect going to be wiped out by these flat-haired beasts today?"

"What a vicious method, damn it, but we can't get out!"

"It's over, it's over. The disciples of the twelve sects in the world are going to be killed by Tianxiu Kingdom and Wanyu Sect!"

Some of the sect leaders of each sect were angry, some were discouraged, and some were anxious. They were in a mess. They were all helpless and could only watch the sect suffer.

The tens of thousands of black strange birds made a sound like a tide and flew towards the thousands of sect disciples on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of pitiful screams came one after another, and the sound was loud, coming towards the trap.

The sect leaders and elders of the twelve sects closed their eyes one after another. They couldn't bear to see the miserable state of their disciples, but their hearts felt like they were cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and their hearts were filled with pain.

Xuanyuan Hui even closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

There were times when he was helpless and resigned to his fate.

"Woo~"

A poignant and melodious voice came soothingly.

The source of the sound seemed to be right next to my ears.

Everyone turned to look, and saw Yun Qian stepping on a long sword with black scales in the air, holding a crystal clear jade flute in his hand, and the fingers of both hands could not be seen in the holes of the flute. Pressing it for a while, the melodious and desolate music came from her mouth.

The white clothes are like snow, and the fairy music is curling up, just like the appearance of a fairy.

Everyone raised their brows and looked at it in a daze.

Because of the flute in Yun Qian's hand, the music played turned into bursts of colorful light, spreading around.

It even easily broke through the barrier of the Thousand Spirits Killing Formation and spread outside the formation.

At this time, Tian Qingge was also playing the piccolo.

The sound of the piccolo is like the hoarse and sharp sound made by a rooster strangling its neck. Yunqian's cave flute is different. The sound is like crying and touching. People can't help but feel ripples in their hearts, and their noses feel sore. I couldn't help but drift away, and I couldn't help but recall some happy or sad past events.

That feeling is so intoxicating.

Yun Qian's flute sound was obviously better and more infectious, gradually overshadowing Tian Qingge's piccolo sound.

At the same time, a magical picture appeared.

The overwhelming spiritual birds were attracted by the sound of the flute, and turned their heads one after another, circling back and forth over the school grounds. Some flew up from the bottom into the sky, and some flew down from the top and glided diagonally. , tens of thousands of big birds made happy cries, as if they were no longer so hungry and no longer manic for a moment.

"This Yun Qian is actually a summoner?"

"What a powerful summoning technique. Tens of thousands of strange beasts were manipulated by her in the palm of her hand!"

"Yun Qian, on behalf of hundreds of disciples, I would like to thank you for your virtue of rebirth!"

"She saved thousands of sect disciples!"

"The sound of the flute is so beautiful. Not to mention those flat-haired beasts, even the master of this sect was mesmerized by it. The beauty of the flute is even more beautiful."

The sect leaders were extremely grateful to Yun Qian for suddenly lending a helping hand, and their eyes were full of admiration and awe.

Xuanyuan Hui stared blankly at the beauty Yu Xiao in front of him, and he was actually a little crazy.

It took him a while to react, but his face was hot and he couldn't help but turn away from her.

Yun Qian is as light as a swallow, standing on the Mo Lin sword in the air, with a graceful figure and elegant white clothes. She plays a sweet and moving flute sound, as if she is pouring out her feelings to her lover, sad and tactful, restrained and restrained. With a trace of complaint.

"Hmph, what kind of bad guy is this little bitch acting like? She's just afraid of causing trouble to others and herself, so she sells some favors to various sects so that she can have other uses!"

Xuanyuan Changqing couldn't help but spat with great disdain.

"Chang Qing, where is your conscience? It was Yun Qian who saved the sect, not you!"

Xuanyuan Hui glanced at him coldly and scolded him in a deep voice.

Xuanyuan Hui admired Yun Qian's character very much. The reason why he rejected Yun Qian was because he was afraid that he would mess up his Taoist mind and destroy his hundred years of practice, but there were already ripples in his heart.

The only blame is that I was born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born.

If he had met such a beautiful woman when he was a boy, Xuanyuan Hui might have chosen to start a family.

It's a pity that when he met Yun Qian, he was already over a hundred years old and had been practicing for a hundred years. How could he give up so easily?

The thought of love is a fetter and a shackle. Xuanyuan Hui doesn't want to try it, and he doesn't want a hundred years of hard work to be ruined in one day.

But when Xuanyuan Changqing belittled Yun Qian, Xuanyuan Hui was extremely unwilling.

Xuanyuan Changqing's face turned red with embarrassment. He did not dare to slander Yun Qian anymore, but he was still muttering something: "What kind of medicine did this bitch give my ancestor? He actually spoke for this traitor."

"Tian Qingge, what kind of flute are you talking about? You can't compare to a woman. Your forty years of summoning skills have been in vain?"

He Yiming was furious, gritted his teeth and spat Tian Qingge's face, scolding him.

Seeing Yun Qian playing the flute to lure away the group of big birds and saving thousands of sect disciples, He Yiming couldn't jump into the trap to stop him. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head, unable to control himself.

Tian Qingge was stained by He Yiming's saliva, but due to his status as the prince, he did not dare to wipe it off immediately. His facial features became extremely painful, and he said with a sad face: "Prince, you can't blame me for not being good at studying. This The Immortal Locust Flute was given to me by the Spirit Master. I played it exactly according to the music score taught by the Spirit Master. It indeed summoned thousands of strange beasts and was about to eradicate all the major sects. This cloud I don’t know where I got the cave flute from, but it actually broke the Locust Immortal Flute. I’m afraid only the Spirit Master can answer this!”

He Yiming also felt incredible and knew that Tian Qingge was wrongly blamed. Of course, the main purpose of scolding Tian Qingge was to vent his emotions.

"Yun Qian, your jade flute should also be an immortal weapon, right?"

From a high place outside the barrier, a soft and sweet voice suddenly sounded, like flowing water from a spring, which warmed the heart, but there was also an inexplicable evilness in her voice.

Yun Qian looked up and saw a familiar face, with a look of astonishment on his face, and said in surprise: "Is it you?"