flapping wings

In the middle of the night, Mu Xiaoque suddenly sat up from the bed and looked towards the window.

Qi Ping rubbed his eyes in a daze, before he woke up, the door was smashed several times, Hua Buluo roared outside: "Something happened!"

Xiao Muya came out from behind the screen, he glanced at the two people on the bed, and didn't ask how they got into the same bed.

As soon as the door opened a crack, Huabuluo rushed in impatiently, panting heavily, "Did you do Qingyin Pavilion?"

In the darkness, Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque looked at each other inexplicably, then turned their heads to look at Hua Buluo innocently, "What's wrong?"

Hua Buluo picked up the clothes from the table and threw them over, said anxiously: "It's alright, alright, get dressed quickly, there's a fight at Qingyin Pavilion."

Disciples from various factions in a hurry passed by Hua Buluo, he rubbed his hair, probed into the room and said angrily: "Qi Ping, your eldest girl is getting married, so slow!"

Qi Ping ran out with a bulging lump in his arms, grabbed his messy sleeping hair twice, and said angrily: "Go, go, don't delay your marriage!"

Looking at the two people striding ahead, Qi Ping grabbed Mu Xiaoque and walked a few steps slower, took out a paper bag from his arms, opened it and handed it over: "Que'er, eat something to pad your belly, I didn't eat well tonight .”

Mu Xiaoque was stunned for a moment, then quickly stretched out her hands to take the paper bag carefully, and began to eat slowly.

Squeezing out from the gate of Zhou's house, the faint sound of music spread into his ears along the wind, Qi Ping raised his head and looked in the direction of Qingyin Pavilion, "Did you hear it?"

Several people nodded at the same time, tapped their toes and went to the room with light work, and took a shortcut to rush over.

A little closer to the Qingyin Pavilion, the melodious music sounds clearer, and the tune sounds quite cheerful, making one wonder if there is really a life-and-death struggle over there.

The several groups of people in front suddenly slowed down and jumped into the narrow alley one after another. Hua Buluo stopped abruptly, "The sound of the music is not right, the more you go forward, the more you feel chest tightness, flustered and short of breath, and you need to circulate your true energy to resist."

"Let's go down too," Xiao Muya turned around and said, "The situation is unclear now, so it's not appropriate to consume too much true energy."

After jumping down and walking for a further distance, several people were surrounded by a wall of people. Looking around, the heads of people in front of them were shaking, pushing and shoving, but they didn't dare to take half a step forward.

Even here, many people with low martial arts skills have already been affected, leaning against the wall and trembling all over.

Qi Ping and the others jumped to the front of the human wall and stood together with the leaders of the various factions.

In the battle circle, a group of girls in light green gauze skirts were sitting around Duan Qingyin with various musical instruments in their hands, their fingers were flying, and their robes were fluttering, and the one who attacked them was the demon group led by Xiang Qinger everyone.

Hua Buluo frowned, and dragged the two of them around to the side, and stopped at a place far away from the old guys with sharp eyes and ears: "Why does the devil know that there are ghosts in Qingyin Pavilion?"

"When we were discussing a few days ago, Xiang Qing'er overheard it." Qi Ping folded his arms and looked at Xiang Qing'er in the field, with an ugly expression on his face. "I didn't expect her to sell the news."

Hua Buluo looked at Qi Ping in disbelief, opened her mouth so wide that she could almost swallow an egg, and finally asked helplessly, "Then what should we do?"

"Play by ear, if the Qingyin Pavilion is too strong, you and I have to touch it, and it's okay to help the Demon Dao," Qi Ping explained, then ignored Huabuluo and looked into the battlefield.

Duan Qingyin's strength should not be underestimated. Under the siege of many masters of the magic way, he did not lose the wind at all.

At this time, the three-story small building of Qingyin Pavilion no longer had the elegance and sophistication of the past. There was a fire coming out of it, and the thick black smoke was blown away by the wind.

The woman's body was hanging upside down on the window frame of the attic, her arms were hanging limply on both sides of her head, her black hair was flying, her gauze was bulging, and the movement of crawling out was frozen here. That clumsy figure obviously had no martial arts at all.

There are also many people lying downstairs, blood coagulated on the bluestone road, reflecting the faint light, and the flying yarn fluttering in the wind, like black banners calling for souls.

Qi Ping couldn't bear to look away, lowered his head and rubbed the scars on his hands that hadn't faded.

His head suddenly hurt, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was startled, he was in a broken ship floating alone on the sea.

The salty smell of sea water hit his nostrils, and the water droplets hit his face.

The dark clouds in the sky obscured the sun. Although it was daytime, the whole world was extremely dark. The dark scene was reflected on the sea, as if the end was about to come.

Thunder rumbled beside him, and the sky seemed to be completely split open. A huge and dazzling lightning pierced the entire sky, illuminating Qi Ping's panicked face.

He looked around, and the boundless sea surrounded him. Although he knew that all of this was false, he still had a feeling that he seemed to have lived here for hundreds of years, and then he was about to die in this disaster middle.

He couldn't help but huddled himself into a ball in the corner of the cabin, and thunder and lightning hit him continuously, Qi Ping pinched the bridge of his nose, and every time after the loud noise, his head hurt like it was going to explode.

He buried his head in his knees and couldn't help shivering. Suddenly, a torrential rain came, and the rain hit his body, feeling like a knife was cutting his skin.

The small broken boat spun and swayed under the waves, he quickly grabbed the sides of the boat to prevent himself from being thrown out.

The wind and rain were heavy, and the waves on the sea were getting higher and higher. The boat was constantly being swept up and smashed down. The moment it landed on the sea, another wave rushed into the boat, and the water had already submerged half of Qi Ping. body.

Qi Ping was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, his hands were tightly gripping the side of the boat, but with the ups and downs of the sea, his heart was full of despair and fear.

In the dark sea, it seemed that a dormant beast was waking up, trying to swallow him completely.

At this time, someone suddenly put a hand on his shoulder, Qi Ping was startled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Xiaoque looking at him worriedly.

He groaned, and before he could think about it, he grabbed Mu Xiaoque's hand with his backhand, clenched it tightly, and looked out of the boat: "Que'er, squat down quickly, be careful."

"Don't be afraid," Mu Xiaoque patted him on the back, "I'll get you out now."

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and a greater destruction was brewing. Hearing this, he woke up suddenly, and pushed Mu Xiaoque away: "I don't want you to save, you go away!"

Mu Xiaoque rushed over and grabbed his shoulder, squeezed Qi Ping's hand that was pushing, and stared at him sternly, "Look at me! If you push me again, you will really never see me again."

Qi Ping stopped immediately and looked over in panic. Mu Xiaoque pinched the back of his neck, "This is fake!"

He raised Qi Ping's chin and touched the corners of his red eyes, "Do you remember the illusion we experienced in the mountains? You looked after the house, I hunted, we did a lot of things, and our days were very comfortable."

"You put me to sleep," Mu Xiaoque nodded embarrassingly when he heard Qi Ping's words, and after a while he said softly: "Do as I say, do you understand?"

Qi Ping took a few deep breaths, nodded solemnly, and Mu Xiaoque instructed: "Calm your mind, get rid of distracting thoughts, and don't think about anything else."

After Qi Ping adjusted, Mu Xiaoque suddenly asked: "Do you believe me?"

Qi Ping looked at him firmly, "Believe it!"

Mu Xiaoque drew out the sword, flicked her fingers rhythmically on it, and a dragon chant suddenly roared across the sea.

The sea fluctuated more violently, and the lightning in the sky was dense, as if it was about to cut the entire sky.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Qi Ping flinched from being hit, but Mu Xiaoque's hand movements remained unchanged, he glanced at Qi Ping, "Don't be afraid, I'm always here."

The movements of Mu Xiaoque's fingers became faster and faster, and the tone of her voice became more and more intense. The sky suddenly split to the sides, and it was pitch black inside.

The fireball fell from the sky and hit them. Qi Ping rolled on the boat to avoid the wooden sparrow, pressing on him and resisting the scorching of the flames with his back.

Sweat dripped on Mu Xiaoque's cheeks, and he flicked his finger heavily. Suddenly, the dragon chant was loud, and a blue dragon rushed out of the water and rushed straight to the sky without thinking about it.

The dragon's tail shot towards the black hole, cracks dyed azure blue exploded in the black gaps, and sunlight came through from inside.

Suddenly, the sea rose high again, the raindrops broke away from the natural force and fell in all directions, and the wind rolled towards the two of them from all directions from east to west, north and south.

The whole world became chaotic and disorderly, Qi Ping firmly supported Mu Xiaoque, resisting the flames attacking them.

Mu Xiaoque's finger movements suddenly slowed down, and the crisper impact sound resounded throughout the world, and the surroundings suddenly began to shatter. He hugged Qi Ping's waist, turned over and smashed into the vortex rising from the sea.

The passionate music sounded in his ears, Qi Ping opened his eyes abruptly, his chest stagnated, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The worried face of Master Henghen came into his eyes, and before he could feel the warmth, Master Henghen turned around and left with a whisk.

Hua Buluo was not by his side, he looked around, and saw lying down behind him, surprisingly peaceful.

And Hua Buluo is sitting among the disciples of Tianshan School, playing a bamboo flute.

"What's going on?" Qi Ping looked towards the battle circle, and many people in the Demonic Dao had already collapsed on the ground, and the personnel and affairs were unknown.

Xiang Qing'er glanced at them from a distance, then continued to enter the battlefield.

Mu Xiaoque lifted Qi Ping who was sitting on the ground and looked at the attic where the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and said: "I suspect that the smoke is similar to the fog we saw in the mountains last time."

Qi Ping had a solemn expression, "There is also a formation here?"

"It's not formations," Mu Xiaoque shook his head: "Last time we were in the mountains, although it felt like we had walked for a long time, we were always in one place, and now the range is too big, it's a bit impractical to arrange formations. "

He raised his hand to caress Qi Ping's frowning brows, "I suspect that the purpose of the smoke is to induce hallucinations, and the music guides others to see what they will see in the hallucination."

Master Wu Jing had obviously been listening to the conversation between the two of them. He proclaimed the Buddha's name before asking: "Little friend, is there any solution? I'm afraid that if the delay is too long, these people will not be able to be rescued."

"They are in a daze now, and I'm afraid they won't wake up even if the music stops," Mu Xiaoque thought, "Why don't you choose a meditation scripture, and we will help you recite it with your inner strength, maybe you can help them find their way back .”

Han Yi suddenly said: "Aren't we going to save those villains from Mo Dao?"

Mrs. Heng Hen swung Fuchen and snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "Then Elder Han watched his disciples suffer to death."

After she finished speaking, she turned to everyone, and said coldly: "If you want to help, please read along. If you don't want your relatives to survive, then go away and don't hinder us!"

Han Yi was so angry that his face was bruised and purple, and the veins on the back of his clenched hand were bulging. He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Eternal Hate Master, there will be a period later!"

Qi Ping looked at the group of people who followed Han Yi, and led Mu Xiaoque to sit cross-legged in front.

Mu Xiaoque squeezed his hand and looked around vigilantly, "Be careful!"

As the sound of chanting sutras sounded, Qi Ping felt more and more calm in his heart while being in it, and the silt that was clogged in his chest gradually dissipated.

The rhythm of the music changes rapidly. The first moment was quite calm, with high mountains, flowing water, birdsong, and insects, but the next second suddenly the landslides and the ground cracked, the waves were rough, and then the sky and the earth changed color with lightning and thunder.

Two voices with completely opposite realms were intertwined, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed. Although the chanting voice was not as intense and grand as the other, it carried a shocking power.

After a while, the music suddenly changed its tune again, and became melodious and melodious, as if after the rain, everything exudes vigorous vitality, which complements the sound of chanting sutras.

Presumably Duan Qingyin knew that he couldn't beat them, but once the music stopped, it would give Mo Dao an opportunity to take advantage of it.

At this critical moment when the outcome was already decided, Qi Ping's hand suddenly twisted behind his back, tightly holding the dagger that came in surprise.

Blood dripped down, and in an instant he fell backwards, and his other hand had broken the neck of the man behind him.