In the dilapidated sewers, the figure of the hag is like a ghost.
The blood mixed with the poison boiled in her chest, making her become painfully excited.
The invisible ghosts devoured the blood of all living creatures, becoming more powerful and violent, but under her will, they could only be tamed like dogs.
As a deposit, the Oriental gave her a potion to cure the sequelae, restoring her to her full health. This feeling of omnipotence has been long gone.
Even if it is illusory, it is still intoxicating...
The further down she went, the more she seemed to be able to feel the breath left by Bai Xi... The slightly sweet blood made his movements speed up again.
"Is he born with immortal bones?"
The hag who was intoxicated with blood suddenly heard the description of the group of oriental people and couldn't help but lick the corner of her mouth. In her eyes, there was a light like a will-o'-the-wisp.
It is such a beautiful blood quality. Even if it is offered to the Hundred Eyes, it would still be an excellent sacrifice...
The music score of "Bi Li Che" gave her strength, but it also gave her the desire of a demon. The rich blood made her will wander. For monsters, the stimulation of blood is more powerful than any psychedelic drug.
Intoxicated with blood, she laughed wildly and commanded the invisible ghost, dragging those subordinates out of the corner and disemboweling them.
The blood is sweet.
She stretched out her hand and picked up a handful of blood from the split head, tasting the sweetness on her tongue, but her movements suddenly froze.
Because the stone slabs beneath my feet were shaking.
The dust in the air started to float, and I was restless because of the sudden shock.
They jumped around in the wreckage in confusion, as if trying to escape from this place. The entire corridor was shaking slightly, but the trembling seemed to come from under the Nine Earths, so that it shocked people's hearts and souls.
Everything was shaking uneasily, because the sound of storm and thunder and lightning sounded.
It's like a wind cave opening in the thunderclouds, dancing with lightning.
The invisible ghosts no longer obeyed the control. They frantically tried to break free from their shackles, and the backlash made the hag's face turn red and almost bleed.
She screamed loudly and suppressed the resistance of the invisible ghosts with force, urging them to move forward with her.
Until finally, she finally saw the place where the passionate sound came from.
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In the darkness, the boy was kneeling on the ground with the unconscious girl in his arms.
It was as if he was possessed by something terrible, and there was a low and loud sound in his lungs, like the friction of thunder and the sound of wind.
There was tremendous power condensing in his body, making his face livid. In the protruding blood vessels in his arms, one could almost see the electric light of a huge amount of ether friction.
The invisible ghost clinging to him was torn apart by that force, just like the strong wind blowing away the green smoke.
There seemed to be cold moonlight in his lowered eyes. The blood in all directions was forced back as he breathed, forming a perfect circle.
In this circle there is nothing else.
"Holy Spirit changes?"
The ghost woman was stunned, a glimmer of fear flashing in her eyes. But soon, he discovered that this was not a musical score that summoned the Holy Spirit to possess him, nor did it have the legendary majestic sound of thousands of people praising it.
Even if they can't understand it, everyone knows that this is a simpler and simpler phenomenon - an abnormality caused by the gathering of huge amounts of ether.
"What the hell."
The hag took a step back.
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In the silence, the young man seemed to wake up from a long dream, raising his lowered eyes and staring at the hag. The pupils of the eyes seemed to reflect the moonlight - cold, silent, and empty.
Just like the devil's eyes, there is some kind of power in that look. Just looking at it can make people feel fear, awe... and madness!
It was obviously silent, but under the gaze of those eyes, the screams were suppressed, and the wriggling runes frantically sucked out the blood of the hag, completely unfolding the melody of "Dikuri Che - Prelude".
As a result, countless painful screams exploded, and the invisible ghosts frantically drained the hag's blood, becoming more and more ferocious.
Visible to the naked eye, the hag's body shriveled up a bit, and the severe pain drove her into a rage. She held her head and screamed frantically: "Kill him! Kill him!"
In her mouth, the teeth with holes blew out a strange melody. The invisible ghost in the plasma was commanded to tremble crazily and expanded by three points again.
In the stinking wind, the blood flowed and screamed towards the young man in front.
Amid the blood flow, she saw the boy gently raise his arm and spread his left hand.
At that moment, the ghost woman clearly saw a smile on the corner of Ye Qingxuan's mouth. A sense of absurdity passed by, making her stunned, and a bad premonition emerged from his heart.
She heard, in the sound of wind and thunder, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and murmured something softly. Immediately afterwards, a miracle came, as if a "psalm" had been cast on it.
The light of the ether gathered and attached to his broken left hand, causing the bones to return to their original positions with a crackling sound. The blood flowed back into the wound, and the broken skin rolled over and healed, leaving only a thin line in the end. Faint bloodstains.
In the blink of an eye, the originally fragmented arm became intact again, perfect.
In Ye Qingxuan's heart, that inexplicable will spurred his mind, causing him to involuntarily stretch out his palm and press it into the void.
At the young man's fingertips, the light of ether burned like a flame, igniting the ring wrapped with strings.
It shines and disappears.
Immediately afterwards, a series of sharp sounds interrupted the hag's thoughts.
collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!
The sonorous sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other resounded.
It was like copper beads falling on an iron plate, the sound was crisp, and the notes burst into the air, almost sparking! The crisp sound sounded like a strong wind and rain, reverberating in the air. Each time it reverberated, an extremely tiny pinhole appeared on the wall.
Other than that, it seems useless.
But all the invisible ghosts suddenly paused. They maintained their original postures, stagnating on the ground, in the blood, and in the air, as if they were frozen.
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The hag stared blankly at this ridiculous scene, feeling chills all over her body.
Those ghosts still stayed in place, as if they were solidified, but they were not solidified. The air did not become solid, and the so-called space was not frozen.
And, they're not stuck, they're struggling... and they're stuck there because they're pinned.
The burning fire illuminated it all.
—That is an object condensed by ether, a silver thread that is extremely thin and tough!
They pierced out from the fine pinholes on the wall, above the head, and on the ground, extended straight forward, and pierced through the wall again.
Those extremely tight silver wires are set up in this deep corridor, criss-crossing like a net. It's like the strings of a piano being placed on Mount Yue, as it should be!
No, those are really strings... strings made of condensed ether!
The moment those ferocious beasts and evil spirits broke in, they spread out from all directions, staggering and protecting the young man in the center, forming a complex encirclement of each other.
The unfolding power was so intense that the extremely thin strings turned into arrows, breaking gold and stone. Even if there is a stone in front of it, it will penetrate it, and if there is an evil spirit in front of it, it will penetrate it.
The closest string is only one step away from the hag!
In the intertwined strings, the invisible ghosts struggled frantically and tore their bodies out. The extremely thin strings were like blades, easily cutting through their blood and bones, making a buzzing trembling sound.
The sound was as clear and crisp as the chirping of some kind of bird, cold and distant. They come from nothing and return to nothingness, leaving behind lingering echoes.
"trap?"
The hag was stunned, but soon she was swallowed up by some weird sense of absurdity: This is not a trap...
Those strings crisscrossing in the air are not traps at all, but the true appearance of something.
The fire of ether forges lapis lazuli, the rhythm of music shapes the body, and the runes illuminate the origin. This is a sharp blade forged from the heart and soul of an alchemist, an instrument that controls the ether to achieve perfection!
"The new Yan language behind the curtain, the voice of the old dragon across the sea."
In Ye Qingxuan's heart, the voice whispered softly: "Yi Zi, this is the 'Nine Heavens Ring Pendant'."
At that moment, the sleeping soul opened its eyes.
He looked down at the world through Ye Qingxuan's eyes, gathered the ether with his hands, and controlled his body to sit upright, as if sitting in a stern hall.
Inexplicably, Ye Qingxuan once again recalled the notebook he had lost.
Just above the notes, on the page where the Wolf Flute had been scrawled, the vague words and music scores in my memory suddenly changed.
No, they were originally like that, but for some reason, neither Wolf Flute nor himself noticed that it was a seal imposed on the pages and acting on the consciousness.
Now that the seal was unlocked, he finally noticed the things that he had always ignored.
In the memory, the scrawled words began to change, and finally turned into an ethereal rune like mist. The runes changed in his mind, evolving into brand new handwriting and melody.
The melody resounded in his mind, causing him to reach out his hand and press the strings involuntarily.
Thus, the guqin, which had been dormant for many years, was finally played.
At this moment, the former musician named "Moon Yin" was resurrected from the young man's body. His will flowed through the persistent young man's body with his blood, guiding him to pluck the strings and play the song of his destiny. chapter!