Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 175: The Sound of Flute and the Sound of Xiao

When Fen Yuan heard the sound of the flute, his heart trembled, he turned around and saw that it was Wuzhan who was playing the flute. He had been disturbed by the sound of this kid's flute by the Wei River, so he was quite afraid of him and kept an eye on his every move, looking for an opportunity to get rid of him. He saw that he had been poisoned to death by Yu Sisi, which was just what he wanted, so he felt at ease to summon the corpse ghost. He didn't expect that this kid had taken some magic medicine and came back to life. But the sound of the flute was not mellow, so he learned that Wuzhan was weak and lacked strength, and was just playing with difficulty. He snorted coldly, "You don't know what life or death!" While avoiding the siege of the two immortals, he increased the volume and rhythm of the flute.

When the corpse ghosts heard the faster rhythm of the flute music, they suddenly bared their fangs and roared in unison, the sound shaking the valley and making the surrounding soldiers shudder. They wanted to retreat. After roaring, the corpse ghosts suddenly jumped high and pounced on the crowd around them. Their movements were extremely fast and their strength doubled. They were able to break the spears, causing screams to rang out again.

Wang Ben looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Wuzhan was not dead. He was secretly happy and hurriedly deployed soldiers to block Wuzhan, fearing that the corpse ghost would rush over to kill him.

Wuzhan heard the flute's rhythm getting faster and faster, so he held his breath and quickened the rhythm as well. The flute sound was like a violent storm covering the cold flute sound.

After hearing the flute sound, the corpse ghost suddenly became listless again. As soon as its movements slowed down, the flute sound changed, raising a wave of cold wind, which sounded like the wailing of ghosts and the roar of monsters. The corpse ghost suddenly became ferocious again and pounced on it.

Daoxuan and Jiang Yuan were besieging Fenyuan and were the closest to it. When they heard the piercing flute sound, they had no choice but to tear off strips of cloth to plug their ears. Even so, they were still feeling extremely irritated.

But when the corpse ghost just pounced into the crowd, the sound of the flute was heard like the backflow of sea water, pushing forward. As soon as the corpse ghost landed on the ground, it jumped back without waiting to rest.

Wang Ben saw that Wuzhan and Fenyuan were playing a musical game, causing the corpse ghosts to become unpredictable and unknown where to go. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, he ordered his soldiers to retreat fifty feet, regroup, pay attention to the changes in the corpse ghosts, and prepare for another battle.

Fen Yuan blew faster and faster, and black air filled the air around him. The sound was like being haunted by thousands of ghosts, sharp and piercing, hurting people's minds. Many soldiers covered their ears. Daoxuan and Jiang Yuan could not bear it any longer, and they could not defeat Fen Yuan, so they had to give up and fell in front of the Qin army.

Wuzhan had just woken up from a coma caused by poisoning, and his symptoms had worsened in the past few days. His body was already extremely weak. It was difficult for his body to withstand such a strong confrontation. Before a moment had passed, beads of sweat covered his forehead. He had guessed that Fenyuan was constantly speeding up the pace in order to drag him down. Seeing the speeding up of the flute sound, the flute sound was not to be outdone, it was rapid and sonorous, like thousands of iron cavalry galloping, shocking and exciting.

Those corpse ghosts were standing in front of the Qin army. They suddenly roared wildly and wanted to pounce on the Qin army, but suddenly they stood still and hesitated, wandering left and right.

Fen Yuan thought to himself: "If I lose to this untrained sickly guy again today, my reputation of several decades will be ruined!" The eyes under the hood radiated cold light, and his pale jaw trembled. He blew the golden flute loudly, and his body was actually suspended in the air. His black robe fluttered in the air, and black energy around him dispersed fiercely. The sound was like a rolling devil cloud, covering the sky and the sun. Those who heard it felt as if a huge rock was pressing on them, and their breathing became heavy. In the Qin army, many people could not bear this devil sound, and with a "wow" they spit out blood and fell to the ground.

Wuzhan's chest was also boiling with blood, and he was running out of breath. He didn't have much time left. In order to get the five-colored stones back, he could only win this game and not lose. He forced himself to endure it, concentrating his mind and breathing. His fingers moved quietly, and the sound of the flute turned and rose, like a violent storm and waves hitting the shore, and thousands of snow-capped mountains collapsed one after another.

The two kinds of music were intertwined and stirred. The corpses had become frantic and violent. They flew around, roared ferociously, dug the ground angrily, and scratched each other.

Wang Ben and others looked at the chaotic corpses and ghosts, feeling happy and secretly admiring Wuzhan. If it weren't for him, who knows how many people would have died at this time. It was a blessing for the Qin Dynasty to have him in the court. But they were also worried about Wuzhan's health. They didn't know how long he could hold on and whether he could finally get rid of this group of corpses and ghosts.

Fen Yuan was shocked and angry. He was proud that the rhythm he played at this time was unmatched in the world, but he did not expect that this sickly boy could also achieve it, and this kid had an extremely strong memory. He could quickly remember such complex melodies after hearing them, and then he could play them out, making the fake look real, making the corpse ghosts not know which melody to listen to and being in a state of confusion. If this kid was not eliminated as soon as possible, the whole plan would fail. Thinking of this, he turned the true energy around his body and suddenly played loudly. His hood was immediately blown off, revealing a terrifying white face with black eyes wide open and white hair dancing upwards, like a demon appearing in the world. The sound of the flute was extremely high and extremely fast, forming a straight line. No rhythm could be heard at all. He only felt that the sound pierced the eardrums and shot straight into the soul, raising a howling cold wind and pushing towards Wuzhan. The soldiers could no longer bear it, and they squinted their eyes and crawled on the ground. The corpse ghost suddenly leaped up and rushed towards Wuzhan with a roar.

Who would have thought that the sound of the flute exploded at the same time, and its sound was like a tsunami and clouds, the ground cracking and the mountains collapsing, and the strong wind rushed out to compete with the oncoming cold wind, ups and downs, and the surrounding mountains echoed violently, stones rolled down, and the leaves rustled and trembled. The group of zombies that were flying towards them killed each other in an instant, and the broken limbs and arms flew everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody.

Wuzhan had expected that Fenyuan would surely attack today riding the corpse ghosts, therefore, he had thought about this strange technique. By disrupting the flute sounds by the Wei River, making the corpse ghosts move slowly, Wuzhan concluded that there must be a substance in the corpse ghost's body that can sense the flute sounds, and this substance issues instructions based on the different rhythms of the flute sounds to control the corpse ghost's behavior. What kind of rhythm controls what kind of behavior, and it is not affected by the outside world and only obeys the caster's orders. It is a mysterious spell, and Wuzhan cannot figure it out in a short time. However, although he does not know the reason, he can imitate Fenyuan's rhythm and rhythm, and perhaps break his corpse-controlling technique.

On the battlefield, except for Ji Jie who was fighting fiercely with the three imperial guards, the rest of the people covered their ears, not wanting to hear anything, but had to pay attention to the peak confrontation between the two sounds. It was something they had never heard of before and had never seen before. Daoxuan and the others were shocked that Wuzhan, who had no internal strength at all, could fight against Fenyuan's flute sound on equal terms. If he had enough internal strength, it would be terrible. Regret, jealousy, admiration, and fear all surged into Qingyang's heart. He was most familiar with this kid, but he had never seen through him.

The golden flute in Fenyuan's hand exploded into two pieces. Seeing that his decades of hard work were about to be destroyed, he roared: "What are you waiting for? Go and kill him!"

After hearing this, Guan Tian Laoguai, Hua Qingyue, and Xiao Jinghong all jumped up and attacked Wuzhan. "Protect the censor!" Wang Ben shouted, and the Qin soldiers immediately deployed to protect Wuzhan. Daoxuan and Jiang Yuan immediately stood up and waved their swords to fight Guan Tian Laoguai and Xiao Jinghong. Qingyang hesitated for a while, and finally had to wave his sword to stop Hua Qingyue.

'Pah...' The bronze flute broke into several pieces, Wuzhan spurted out a column of blood into the sky, his eyes turned black, the corners of his mouth curved, and he fell down softly.

"Sir! Young Master!" Miaoxin and Jinxingzi shouted in unison and hurriedly supported Wuzhan to check on him. His pulse was completely disordered, his breathing was rapid, and his face was ashen.

At this moment, Fen Yuan, like a ferocious evil god, waved his skull scepter, rolled up wind and thunder, and dragged a long black shadow. All the Qin soldiers he encountered were blown away one after another. He rushed forward like a giant python crossing the sea, unstoppable.

Miao Xin heard the roar of thunder coming, and said to Jin Xingzi solemnly: "You protect the adults, I will resist!" He turned around and activated the 'Sea Heart Burial Fire', blue light flowed around his body, he flew on the lotus, and waved the three-foot fire sword to face Fenyuan.

'Boom...' The two lights collided instantly, dazzling and colorful. The hurricane rolled up dust and sand and shot them all around. Miao Xin's chest was burning, her bones were about to break, she spat out blood and flew backwards. She had just entered the realm of scattered immortals, how could she fight against someone of Fen Yuan's strength? Miao Xin tried her best to insert the 'Sea Heart Burial Fire' into the ground, and kicked her slender feet backward to slow down the retreat, drawing a deep groove of more than ten feet long, and then she stabilized her body. Seeing the scepter slashing down again, she bit her red lips tightly, swung her sword and slashed out a 'Dai Shi Gan Dang' to block in front of her. With a 'bang!', the blue light scattered, and Miao Xin was repelled again. Her five abdominal organs seemed to be twisted together, and she fell heavily to the ground and slid in front of Wuzhan.

"Little fairy!" Jin Xingzi shouted anxiously. If it weren't for the protection of Wu Yu, he would have stepped forward to help her.

"Seeing that it is not easy for you to practice, and you are a disciple of Mount Tai, I will let you go and kill him. Disperse quickly!" Fen Yuan stopped and said in a deep voice.

There was blood on the corner of Miaoxin's mouth. She was unable to speak for the time being. She just shook her head, gritted her teeth, stood up, and once again ignited the blue fire sword. Even though she knew she was no match for Fenyuan, she would fight to the death to protect the master and would never back down. She took a step forward, the temperature around her dropped suddenly, and the flame on the sword in her hand was blinding.

"Hmph, you're determined to die!" He raised the scepter, and black gas rolled up and gathered into skeletons, baring fangs and claws, lightning flashed across the sky, and he wanted to kill Miaoxin with one battle.

The sword in Miaoxin's hand flashed with blue light, and a strong beam of light, like a thunderbolt, hit Fenyuan's heart as fast as lightning.

Fen Yuan saw Miao Xin counterattack without blocking, obviously wanting to trade his life for his, so he quickly turned his staff back to fight back, "Bang!" Blue light exploded, the sun and moon lost their light, Fen Yuan felt a sharp pain in his arm, and he almost lost his grip on the staff, and took three steps back.

Miao Xin landed heavily beside Wuzhan. She risked her life to attack him. She had just used the "Sunrise Soaring Absolute". The Qi in her body had been completely consumed, and her meridians were broken. She thought to herself, "If Master had taken action, this attack would definitely have defeated Fenyuan. It's just that my cultivation is still shallow, and it was easily blocked."

Jin Xingzi shouted, "Little fairy, it's my turn!" He leaped up, spewed out a fire dragon, and pounced on Fenyuan. Fenyuan pushed his palm, and a ball of black mist blocked in front of him. The fire dragon hit it and flew to both sides. Jin Xingzi kicked in the air, drew a streak of fire and kicked at Fenyuan's pale face. Fenyuan snorted coldly, "It's just a rat demon!" With a knock of the scepter, "bang", Jin Xingzi was knocked diagonally and fell ten feet away. He was in great pain and fell to the ground. Even though his muscles and bones were strong, his leg bones were broken in many places.

Miao Xin glanced at Wuzhan who was still unconscious and thought, "If we die together, maybe I can stay by his side forever." She then blamed herself, "I am so incompetent. After all, I still couldn't protect the adults!"

Fen Yuan stepped forward, staring at Wuzhan and said coldly: "I originally wanted to spare your life, but I never thought that you would take the initiative to run here to die, and almost ruined our plan. It seems that we can no longer spare you!"

He raised the scepter, aimed it at Wuzhan's crown, and smashed it down with all his might. Miaoxin suddenly exerted all his strength, leaped in front of Wuzhan, turned his back to Fenyuan, hugged Wuzhan's head, closed his eyes, and prepared to withstand this fatal blow.

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(End of this chapter)