"As long as you don't change your mind and attempt the Blood Pact Dark Flute, nothing will happen." Bai Mei curled her lips coldly.
The third elder was tense all over, dripping with cold sweat.
Bai Mei knew from the very beginning that the Flute of Darkness would suck human blood.
Deliberately taking out the Dark Shadow Flute is to lure their greedy hearts.
Treat them as nourishment for the Shadow Flute.
Seeing Bai Mei's true face, the Third Elder dare not believe Bai Mei's words so easily.
"Third elder, you are the only person I rely on now, how could I let you have an accident." Bai Mei saw the fear in the third elder's heart, and smiled softly, "Only I can control the dark flute, and the dark flute Give me the flute... Only then can we have a chance to leave."
The third elder tensed up all over.
His face was full of struggle.
She has no chance to choose...
There is no way out either.
Don't believe Bai Mei, standing here... Facing Ye Qingluo, who has made a contract with the blue dragon, she can't escape.
Believe in Bai Mei, at least there is still a glimmer of hope.
After all, the current Bai Mei was so injured that she couldn't move.
If Bai Mei could borrow the Flute of Darkness and take her away from here...
She still has a chance to make a comeback!
The third elder clenched his fists, suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and walked towards the dark flute.
Passing past the mummified corpse of Hall Master Wuyan, the third elder just bent down, trembling his fingers, to pick up the Dark Yin flute...
Suddenly, a hurricane hit.
The third elder's finger hadn't touched the dark flute yet.
That hurricane has swept away the Shadow Flute.
Moreover, the mummy of Hall Master Wuyan was also brought forward in one direction.
The third elder's hand just grabbed the dry skin directly.
The third elder was so startled that he immediately let go and took two steps back.
The tactile sensation in his hand has not yet dissipated.
The third elder, with a pale face, rubbed his hands vigorously on his body.
While wiping, his face was ashen, and with a bit of fear, he stared fiercely at the direction where the dark flute was swept away.
The girl stood on the eaves with a smile, her hand was like a flame-eating fan, shaking gently.
After meeting the hostile eyes of the third elder.
She smiled even more, like a flower: "I have given you a chance... It's a pity that you didn't take it."
The third elder's face turned pale again, and he knew very well in his heart that the "opportunity" Ye Qingluo spoke of referred to just now, and did not stop her from snatching the Dark Yin Flute with Hall Master Wuyan.
Ruoye Qingluo stopped it just now...
It is possible that Hall Master Wuyan would not die from being sucked blood by the Dark Yin Flute.
Ye Qingluo moved his fingers.
The hurricane brought the Flame Devouring Fan directly in front of Ye Qingluo.
"Ye Qingluo!" Bai Mei sat up straight in a hurry, the severe pain all over her body made her face turn pale, she was sweating coldly, and she was trembling with anger.
There seemed to be some fishy and sweet taste in the throat.
Angry and annoyed and anxious.
With a mouthful of "Wow", a big mouthful of blood was spurted out.
The Dark Flute is her last straw!
He seemed to see the murderous intent in Bai Mei's eyes.
Ye Qingluo's smile became even sweeter: "Bai Mei, just because... this is your life-saving straw, so... how can I give you a chance to save your life?"
She tilted her head, and there was a smile between her brows and eyes, but mixed with different emotions: "I... will not let you go..."
The voice just fell.
Strong profound energy poured down.
The surrounding air began to condense into blocks of frost.
The surging hurricane crazily stirred everything around.
"Ah-ah-"
Bai Mei didn't even have the strength to move, and was instantly entangled by the hurricane.
It was like a sharp blade cutting on Bai Mei's body.