The sound tune is high.

Qin Xianyu's qi and blood were getting faster and faster, his internal organs were beating faster, and even his magic power was running faster.

If it were an ordinary person, his blood would have been running too fast and he would die.

But the methods of the young master Wuyou Valley are obviously more than that.

Flowers, plants and trees are blooming in the piano music, as if spring and summer, with vitality almost burning. When it reaches its peak and blooms to its peak, it witheres.

All the flowers, plants and trees withered, and then were cut into pieces under the sharp sound of swords and then destroyed inch by inch.

"The music of Wuyou Valley... is like the sound of nature..."

Mr. Wen's eyes were slightly condensed. Although the sound was not directed at him, the sound of his ears had already made him feel astonished. He knew that if the young master Wuyou came to him, even if he played a song, he would not be able to survive.

Unless you call out Mr. Wuren.

But the voice of Wuyou Valley is actually one of their true bodies, melting in the fog, shadowless and invisible. Even if you can force Young Master Wuren to retreat, you will not be waiting for death, because Young Master Wuren is also a Nine-Turn Earth Immortal who comes from the Immortal Island, with extraordinary means.

Mr. Wen looked at Qin Xianyu and his heart was shocked.

Qin Xianyu, who was in the tune, did not look much pain, and did not look for the place where Mr. Wuren was. He looked indifferent, holding a sword in one hand, and moving back from his shoulder with the other hand, and then holding it with a vain.

The sound of the piano hit the back before, and a wound was cracked, dripping blood, and it was finally stopped by magic power, but the wound was still there, and the breath attached to it was still destroying the body, like a maggot in the tarsal bone.

But no one knew that this kind of maggot that no one wanted to erase was kept by Qin Xianyu, otherwise he would have been destroyed by the Dao Sword.

He saved this breath.

Now I pressed my hand behind and held this breath with Xuxu.

This is a piano sound, and the sound is invisible and intangible, but Qin Xianyu, as a Nine-Turn Earth Immortal, has almost achieved great success in the innate Hunyuan Ancestor. He is extremely sensitive to the breath, so he captured the breath of Mr. Wuren from this sound.

"Mr. Wen, you are the only one left."

Qin Xianyu looked at the immortal surnamed Wen, and was given a piano sound. Although it was not fatal, he looked pale.

"This young master Wuren has died from the moment he hurt me."

As this faint sound rang out, Qin Xianyu injected the breath in his hand into the token.

The four fields seemed to have a scent of coldness.

"He hurt me, so he died..."

Mr. Wen held Yu Ruyi and chewed this sentence carefully, feeling the coldness of the bones.

...

There are eight hundred golden-winged eagles on the island, covering the sky of this island, and occasionally forming golden light and wandering around.

There is a wooden table placed inside the island, and there are many things on the wooden table, such as cinnabar talisman, paper, incense, candles, etc.

In front of me is a scarecrow, whose skills seem rough and even ugly. And on the scarecrow's chest, there is a piece of white paper hanging on it, with a blank space on the paper.

Yuan Shoufeng woven a rattan chair, lying above, humming the tune slowly, light and freehand.

The wild dragon was entrenched behind him. Somehow, there was always a lot of anger. Perhaps it was because of the previous incident of the Dragon King of the Holy Pavilion, or perhaps because this old guy was so leisurely and comfortable that he seemed to have never cared about Qin Xianyu's life or death.

"Although I have already achieved enlightenment and become an immortal, I am really a low-level and shallow person than those who have achieved great success in the Golden Pill."

Yuan Shoufeng said slowly: "Since you can't intervene, it's useless to be anxious. So why bother to worry? At worst, when I ascend to the end of the day and achieve the immortal fetus, I will avenge him..."

Yelong's eyes flashed, revealing a little disdain.

Yuan Shoufeng knew the wild dragon's disdain, but he didn't take it seriously.

However, at this moment, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

The wild dragon was startled and didn't understand why.

Yuan Shoufeng suddenly stood up, the rattan chair was still shaking, but the others had already arrived at the wooden table and looked at the scarecrow in front of him.

The wild dragon was suddenly startled, and then looked forward and saw two words appearing on the originally blank paper on the scarecrow's chest.

No kindness.

The wild dragon was surprised and confused.

At this time, Yuan Shoufeng stretched out his hand and said, "Where are the bows and arrows?"

Yelong was stunned for a moment, and then furious, thinking that this dragon had never had a bow and arrow. Isn't this old man difficult for this dragon? In addition, from his tone, it seemed that he treated this dragon as a traitor.

Just when it was moving, Yuan Shoufeng turned his hand and suddenly there was a white-angled bow, which was white in color, just like a white jade.

The bow is the white horns of the cow, and the string is the dragon tendons.

There were seven more arrows on the table, and the whole body was pitch black.

This is made of black iron wood.

The last time the arrow shot Qin Xianyu was still an ordinary bow and arrow.

And this pair of bows and arrows can be regarded as one of the immortal treasures.

"It's so pleasant to kill the Nine-Turn Earth Immortal."

Yuan Shoufeng took a deep breath and showed a meaningful smile.

He set his bow and arrow and pointed at the scarecrow's chest.

The hand loosened, and the arrow left the string, like a pitch-black lightning.

I saw arrows burrowing deep in front of the scarecrow's chest.

One arrow!

Yuan Shoufeng took the arrow from the table again and pulled the bow again.

Two arrows!

...

A muffled groan came from the void, and the sound of the piano suddenly became messy and the tune was incomplete.

Then another muffled groan

The white mist dissipates a lot.

Mr. Wen could sense that Mr. Wuren seemed to be infused with the breath of the void in all directions, as if he was descent rapidly.

However, Qin Xianyu ignored it. He used three incarnations to surround Mr. Wen, and he also came close to him.

Young Master Wuren, who was hidden in the void, was ignored by him as if he was already dead.

Mr. Wen heard a few muffled groans from the void, and the sound of the piano or flute had completely calmed down.

Just now, those pleasant and terrifying sounds were continuous. When I stopped at this moment, I heard incredible sounds, as if I was dead silent.

Only Mr. Wuren's muffled groans seemed very painful in this.

Mr. Wen counted and it was about seven tones.

After the seventh sound, the white mist dissipated and a figure fell out of the void.

It was a figure in white, with a graceful temperament, a young man, and a handsome facial features. But at this moment, he covered his chest, his pupils tightened, and he had no vitality.

In his body, the golden elixir that had been nourished to great success had been broken and gradually transformed.

The golden elixir is an indestructible object. When this object collapses, everything will be destroyed.

The genus fertilization in the inner part is unable to be preserved as the golden elixir is broken and turns into nothingness.

If it is preserved, it is the Tao fetus.

Qin Xianyu said, "This is the calligraphy of seven arrows, the art of alchemists."

Mr. Wen suddenly felt a chill.

Is there one left?

(To be continued.)

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