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"stop!"

Zhu Ling made a crisp roar, like the sound of a bamboo flute, pleasant and loud, like a spirit bird crying in a quiet valley.

The sound contains a strange power, moving, calming the heart and making the whole world quiet and peaceful.

The surging murderous intent and fierce demonic aura in the basin gradually melted in the sound.

The locusts were as if they were hibernating, and they remained motionless. Even the three demon kings were affected, and the cruelty in their eyes became much less severe.

"This bamboo spirit has such a curious talent! But why does this tune make me feel so familiar?" Zhuo Buqun's eyes flashed, and he showed a look of surprise.

"What a bamboo monster, he actually bewitched with his voice... hiss!" The Locust King suddenly woke up and let out a roar, interrupting the bamboo spirit's voice.

"Take a move, step on Pinglu Mountain, and catch the bamboo demon and the spirit of Lushan!" The Locust King shouted loudly, waved his wings behind him, and rushed towards the bamboo spirit with a surging demonic aura.

The Ice Bear King roared, and the rolling cold air quickly spread in the basin, and everything was frozen wherever he went.

The flame king burned with raging flames, like a fire man, heading straight for Lushan.

Zhu Ling's expression remained unchanged, exuding a sense of tranquility and dignity. A clear and spiritual breath surged out from his body, and a green light flashed, quickly condensed above his head into a nearly substantial bamboo flute phantom.

This is not the star soul, but the innate spirit of the bamboo spirit, just like the soul of a human.

Zhu Ling closed her eyes, her lips squirmed, melodious, and melodious sound of the flute came from the phantom of the bamboo flute.

The sound and rhyme are leisurely and soft, as if they come from heaven.

The world became pure in an instant.

Gradually, the sound of the flute enters an extremely free and easy artistic conception, allowing people to let go of all greed, obsession and killing, unrestrained, unrestrained, and free and careless in their hearts.

The three demon kings paused suddenly, their eyes became blurred, and their aura gradually disappeared.

boom!

Although the sound of the flute is gentle and peaceful, it falls into Zhuo Buqun's ears, it is like thunder roaring in his mind.

The gate of memory was opened, and past events emerged in my mind like a flood.

The sound of Tianzhu blown by the bamboo spirit is called Jiutian Xiaoyaoqu. It is a song specially composed for Zhuo Buqun when he was in the Tianxing Realm in his previous life.

"Buqun, can you listen to my last song?"

The peerless beauty lay in Zhuo Buqun's arms, her breath was listless, but she still smiled like a flower, her eyes were full of affection, and she sang the song of the Nine Heavens in her mouth.

At the end of the song, the beauty died.

"Tiange..."

Zhuo Buqun looked at Zhu Ling, two lines of clear tears rolled down his cheeks, sinking into the sound of the flute, and only wished to be intoxicated in it forever.

In his previous life, Zhuo Buqun personally refined a star soldier for Mu Tiange, called Tianzhu Flute.

Mu Tiange died in Zhuo Buqun's arms. Zhuo Buqun transformed into a star body and resolutely exploded. The broken star body fell into Wuyuan in the earth's star realm, forming this fallen abyss.

The Tianzhu flute was also left in the fallen abyss. As time goes by, it awakens consciousness and turns into a spiritual body.

The bamboo spirit is the spirit transformed by the Tianzhu flute.

"The little bamboo demon has some tricks!" A stiff, old voice suddenly rang without any emotion.

The artistic conception of the flute sound was broken by a shout, and the world suddenly became lifeless.

The phantom of the bamboo flute above Zhu Ling's head trembled and the sound stopped abruptly.

A man in black robe stood in the air above the basin.

This person was wrapped in a wide black robe, and a layer of black mist was lingering on his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

He seemed to be integrated into the void, his breath was empty, and he could not sense a trace of demonic aura, but there was an invisible pressure, covering more than ten miles of radius, exuding a strong sense of death, which suddenly turned the originally vibrant basin into a place of death.

The flowers, plants and trees in the basin quickly wither and die.

"Mr. Demon King!"

The three demon kings woke up and hurriedly knelt down to the man in black robe.

Zhu Ling's eyes showed despair, and then it turned into an incomparable determination.

Zhuo Buqun was also awakened from the memories of his previous life, his eyes swept over the man in black robe, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "He is the Demon Emperor Luo Ming? No, this person is not a demon, but a corpse... a corpse evil!"

The corpse evil is a monster that fighters practice evil skills and cultivate themselves into half-human and half-corpse. At this time, it has long disappeared in Wuyuan.

Unexpectedly, the most powerful Demon Emperor Luo Ming, the Demon Emperor, turned out to be a corpse evil person.

His strength is comparable to that of the ancestor Xingluo and the ancestor Yun Chen. In the aura of nothingness, there is a terrifying corpse energy hidden.

There was also a trace of breath that made Zhuo Buqun very familiar with it, and also made his starry sky and the mirror of the transforming sky tremble uncontrollably.

Mirror of Transformation!

A piece of fragment of the Tianhua Mirror was indeed in the hands of the Demon Emperor Luo Ming.

"Little Bamboo Demon, when you see me, why don't you kneel down and surrender?" The Demon Emperor Luo Ming looked down and made a sound of silence.

Zhu Ling said: "The Demon Emperor is powerful and I can surrender to you. I just want the Demon Emperor to let go of the Spirit of Lushan!"

"I need the spirit of Lushan to suppress a treasure. This time I come, I must take it away. If you resist, it will instantly turn into powder under my heavenly power!" The cold tone of the Demon Emperor Luo Ming exuded a domineering domineering manner.

"Even if it turns into powder, I will never let the Demon King hurt the Spirit of Lushan at all!" Zhu Ling's face was full of determination, and her seemingly weak body exuded a momentum of unyielding death.

Then a turquoise breath came out from her body and poured into the shadow of the bamboo flute above her head.

The bamboo flute quickly became solid and flashed with crystal green light, but the aura of the bamboo spirit quickly became listless.

The music of the Nine Heavens Xiaoyao Song was once again heard from the bamboo flute, which was even more amazing than before. The gloomy and powerful pressure of the Demon Emperor Luo Ming was instantly weakened, and the world became fresher again.

"I overestimate myself! I have long been ashamed of my heart when I practice the supreme magical power. How could you easily shake it?"

Luo Ming Demon Emperor's disdainful voice fell, and then he let out a sharp roar.

The sound of the roar was sharp and harsh, like a scream from a ghost, making people tremble and instantly fell into endless fear.

The sound of the bamboo flute was swept away instantly, and the world was trapped in a gloomy aura, as if thousands of ghosts would appear in the next moment.

Click!

Cracked appeared on the bamboo flute, almost shattering. After trembling, it suddenly penetrated into Zhu Ling's body.

"Wow!" Zhu Ling opened her mouth and spewed out a stream of blood, her face turned pale, and her breath became weak in an instant.

"Take it!"

With the order from the Demon Emperor Luo Ming, the Locust King rushed straight to the bamboo spirit, and the other two demon kings flew towards Lushan.

Zhu Ling fell to the ground dejectedly, her eyes filled with despair. She looked at Lushan behind her and murmured: "Brother Tianlu, I'm sorry, Zhu'er is incompetent..."

The Locust King showed his hideous fangs, his wings were spreading, and his arrogance was rushing towards the bamboo spirit.

"roll!"

Zhuo Buqun suddenly shouted loudly, his sharp murderous aura soared into the sky, and a black light burst out from his mouth.

In his previous life, Mu Tiange was his favorite, and Mu Tiange's death made him feel resentful for two lives.

Zhu Ling is the spirit transformed by Mu Tiange's star soldiers. Aiwu and Wu, Zhuo Buqun will never allow anyone to resist her at all, and even Douzong, it will not be possible.
Chapter completed!