Emperor Xiansheng

Chapter 218
"Cough, cough, cough..." On the deserted street outside Aoba Hospital, there was actually a white-haired old man walking, step by step, with a sick appearance, but he was holding a black one in his hand. Long flute, this flute is dark and heavy, and weighs a hundred catties.

When he reached the outer gate of Qingyeyuan, this person stopped suddenly, raised his head slightly to look at the old plaque of Qingyeyuan, coughed deeply, and his eyes that were originally lifeless were filled with brilliance.

"How many years have passed? I was expelled from Qingyeyuan back then, and I was no longer a Jinguan. I didn't expect that I could go down the steps!"

Then the old man sighed, his tone was full of viciousness, his eyes gradually turned cold, and his expression became ferocious, he said coldly: "It's not so easy to get the Green Leaf Token!"

He put the long flute upright by his lips, his dry and wrinkled lips suddenly seemed to swell, and breathed out into the mouthpiece, the originally heavy flute began to make a sobbing sound.

With this sound wave, it seemed as if it penetrated everywhere, and within a moment, they all attacked the Qingyeyuan.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

A cyan mask appeared outside the Qingyeyuan, which blocked the heavy sound of the flute.

"Old Chong, that traitor dared to return to Qingyeyuan after so many years!"

An elder said with anger when he saw the Qingyeyuan's guard formation was activated.

"Now that he is in the inner palace, he is a member of the Golden Emperor. When he appears, the old man is expected. Once he blows the eight notes of the heavenly demon, there is no way to enter concentration, let alone cultivate!"

Old Chong also had a look of anger on his face, he wasn't worried that Qingyeyuan would be breached, except Fangchang Xiao and Jinhuang came, but he was worried about the young man in the courtyard, because the eight notes of the demon would disrupt his cultivation.

"This traitor still doesn't know how to repent, this old man will go out and bring him to justice!"

The elder who spoke just now became even more angry.

"The large array of Qingyeyuan guards can't resist the invasion of the heavenly devil's eight notes!"

Another elder was also quite worried.

"Second brother, we haven't been out of Qingyeyuan for a long time. The Heavenly Demon Music is the only way for this young man to pass. If he can pass the Heavenly Demon Music, the Golden Emperor will lose another card!"

Chong Lao waved his hand to stop the furious elder, and said meaningfully.

"Get old!"

The two elders really couldn't help being shocked, even they dare not be 100% sure that they will not be enchanted after listening to the eight sounds of the demon, let alone a young junior.

Chong Lao stubbornly shook his head.

As expected by the three elders, the eight sounds of the heavenly demon immediately wrapped the entire Qingyeyuan under the magic sound, sobbing and attacking people's soul and body. The body was invaded and collapsed.

There are rumors in the capital that once listening to the eight sounds of the demon, one's life skills will be destroyed.

At this time, Fang Puzheng was changing the virtual and the real without moving, as if the eight sounds of the heavenly demon could not enter his soul and body at all.

Outside, the old man became more and more violent with the eight sounds of the demon, his face was pale, and he looked a little out of control.

"The eight notes of the demon have passed the third note!"

The three elders couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that Fang Pu still hadn't made any major movements.

"If this young man can withstand the fifth note, then the traitor's physical body will not be able to play the sixth note of the demon!"

The elder in the second row looked eagerly.

"Two, the fourth tone is full of magic sounds, you and I have to be careful!" At this time, Mr. Chong raised some strength to blend into the voice, and when he drank it, the two elders were taken aback and nodded immediately.

"Woooooooo..."

A series of demonic sounds rolled in like overwhelming sound waves, before the fourth sound came down, the fifth sound began, like a huge tsunami swarming in, hitting the Qingyeyuan again and again.

Although he didn't hear the sound of the billowing waves, the invisible powerful attack made Aoba-in seem to be distorted and deformed.

"Fifth magic sound!" Chong Lao's face was solemn and nervous. No one has been able to play the heavenly devil's octave for nearly a hundred years, but the fifth sound is already very terrifying. If he is not careful with his cultivation It is also necessary to learn the Tao, but to play the fifth note, it is also a big loss for the cultivator of flute.

The sound of the hole flute remained the same, and the three elders of Qingyeyuan almost had no chance to fight back.

They were worried that this young man might be driven crazy by the heavenly devil's eight sounds, and he would become a cripple in an instant.

"It's really surprising, this kid is still as stable as a mountain under the attack of the fifth tone!"

At his age and seniority, Chong Lao was seldom moved, but at this moment his face showed surprise.

"Buzz!"

At the end of the eight notes of the demon, the voice suddenly shrank, the fifth note was finished, and the sixth note began to play.

"This!"

The three veteran masters were extremely surprised at this moment. The traitor was able to play the sixth tone of the demon, which was a completely different kind of magic sound, unpredictable, dark and vicious, pervasive, and soulless.

"You two, sit down and concentrate!"

Chong Lao looked at the two old men. At this moment, they were a little weak and did not dare to move easily.

The old man outside seemed to be an inch shorter, his body was withered, his eyes were dull, and he was just blowing the sixth note of the demon with his last breath.

But no matter how hard he tried, he didn't expect that the young man he was going to attack would have no openings, his soul was so powerful that even the sixth voice of the Heavenly Demon couldn't disturb the opponent's aura.

Suddenly, the flute fell from his hand, and the old man fell backwards, letting out a last helpless sigh, although he was full of unwillingness, but it was useless.

The eight sounds of the demon, the old man was just like a mummy for a moment, and then pulverized.

Aobain returned to calm.

"Sixth tone, this traitor hasn't finished playing!" Mr. Chong said coldly when he stood up when he heard the sound of the dongxiao suddenly stopped.

"If you let him play the sixth note, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to hold on!"

At this time, a veteran said with cold sweat on his head, the sixth tone of the Heavenly Demon was too terrifying, it almost invaded his soul, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"How about the young man?" Another senior elder looked at Fang Pu at this time, and saw that the young man was still sitting there without any movement, as if the powerful heavenly devil's eight notes had no effect on him at all.

The old man outside probably wouldn't be able to figure it out until he died, that the Heavenly Demon Eight Sounds, which horrified the outside world, would have no effect on a young cultivator.

"There are a lot of secrets hidden in him, Chong Lao, he can actually withstand the attack of Tianmo Bayin!"

The elders squinted their eyes with deep meaning in their eyes.

"Haha, this time the Golden Emperor probably didn't expect that the master he sent would be defeated so badly, not to mention his death, but there is no loss to Qingyeyuan!"

The two elders then said with a smile.

"I'm most worried that he will be able to practice from the Mirage Realm to the Divine Astral Realm!" Seeing that nothing good that worried him happened, Lao Chong's eyes became more hopeful.

(End of this chapter)