The crisis of the divine realm was lifted, and Namtso was about to bring people back, but Duan Xiao's expression changed abruptly, reminding the two of them to be careful of the south wind's deception. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Namtso has made a difficult mistake now, and he doesn't know whether to improve or retreat, where to bring this large group of people.

The three of them were hesitating, but there was a leisurely singing sound in their ears.

The person who sings is a woman, her voice is full of clouds, touching the ear, a sentence of singing, lingering in the valley, so that people will not forget.

"This ...... Who is singing this? The Whisker Protoss doesn't have this kind of song, she's definitely not from our clan! But as soon as the Golden Silkworm Realm was resolved, how could someone sneak into this mountain from under our noses? ”

Namtso looked up at the sky in astonishment as he asked, but after only a second, his expression changed, he became as confused as drunk, grinning, his eyes were hazy, and he began to mutter: "This song is so beautiful, how can you hear such a realm......

After saying a few words, he didn't say a word, left Duan Xiao and Ling Xuanluo, and walked forward alone.

The song was weird, and Duan Xiao and Ling Xuanluo also heard it. They looked at each other in confusion, and they couldn't tell where the song came from. But when they saw Namtso's reaction, the two exclaimed in unison: "It's not good! Sure enough, it hit! ”

They looked at the procession of ordinary people who had been winding their way up, and most of them stopped and looked at the sky together after the song sounded.

Unconscious in an instant, intoxicated, these people staggered to the edge of the cliff, completely unaware that if they took any further step, they would fall to pieces.

Looking at this situation, you can guess without asking, that the song is an illusion of the fascinating mind. For hundreds of years, the Protoss have been enjoying a carefree life, and they have no resistance to the temptation of this illusion, and they are tricked as soon as they hear it, even their patriarch is no exception.

Ling Xuanluo and Duan Xiao's mana are profound, so naturally they won't lose themselves after listening to a few words, but if they continue, they are afraid that they will have to fall into this ecstasy array, so they are busy helping each other first, sealing each other's ears and acupoints, and then jumping into the air to check the attack.

Ling Xuanluo hoped to save the people who were not hit, and shouted at the crooked mountain road: "Everyone, cover your ears, you can't listen to this song!" Can't hear it! ”

But the singing voice is like a magnet with suction power, and the transmission speed is extremely fast, from the sound to the madness of the people, the time does not exceed a minute.

Duan Xiao also shouted with Ling Xuanluo, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that Namtso was about to jump off the cliff in a daze, so he hurriedly rushed over and fell to him, sealed his ears and slashed at the back of his neck with a palm.

Namtso was suddenly struck, and before he could retract the drunken smile on his face, his body went limp, he collapsed to the ground, and fainted.

Terrible singing is everywhere, the rhyme is undulating, and it is gripping.

No matter how the two of them chanted with their internal force, the range of sound transmission could not match the treacherous voice, they could only watch people fall in pieces, and many fell into the abyss, and before they even had time to scream, they fell into meat sauce.

The effort was not big, and on the rugged mountain road, only Ling Xuanluo and Duan Xiao were left, standing blankly.

However, Namtso was rescued by Duan Xiao in time, and he woke up at this time, and when he saw that 20,000 people were dead, they fell down, and they were densely covered with mountain roads, and he was immediately shocked.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot red. After a long while, he can ask tremblingly: "Little ...... Little Wangye, Lingliu Immortal, what is going on? Why did all 20,000 people fall? Not even the gods were spared......"

Ling Xuanluo's pale face had turned red from his anger. He couldn't answer Namtso's question, so he could only bite his lip tightly, biting the blood without knowing it.

(To be continued.) )