Although the Female Yellow Holy Lord and the Female Blue Holy Lord didn't know where Tang Mingyang was, Tang Mingyang spied on them first, and they could follow Tang Mingyang's snooping gaze to communicate with Tang Mingyang. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, on the light curtain, their eyes were as if they were looking directly at Tang Mingyang through the light curtain.

As soon as they finished begging Tang Mingyang, at this time, in the surrounding void, at some point, a flute sounded.

The low and sad sound of the flute.

The slightest wisp is like crying and complaining.

It seemed to sound from the bottom of everyone's hearts, so that everyone's heartstrings were stirred, and they also grieved together.

This is Bai Yi'er's flute!

Tang Mingyang's eyes lit up, and sure enough, Bai Yi'er was not dead yet.

When the flute sounded, the surrounding dimensional space that had returned because of the battle, at this moment, those raging energies were vaguely pulled by a certain ability, and began to rearrange and combine according to certain rules and regulations.

All kinds of scattered energy, full of yin and yang five elements.

Gradually, mountains, rivers, plants, lakes and streams, the whole shattered world was reunited by those raging energies.

Just like it did at the beginning.

That woods, that stream.

Gurgling water.

Even the dead animals are now reunited.

Animals are life, and they are completely different from ordinary dirt and rocks.

When they die, it is the end of their lives, and their minds enter into samsara.

But now he was resurrected.

Among them, reincarnation is involved.

It seems that it is simple to restore the entire broken world, but Tang Mingyang knows that there are too many mysteries involved in this, and too many things that he can't understand.

Everything, Bean restored.

Tang Mingyang watched quietly, he seemed to be immersed in the melody played by Bai Yi'er's flute.

The melody starts out sadly, but slowly, it becomes cheerful.

In the cheerfulness, there is a kind of beauty, a kind of attachment to life.

But in the midst of this cheerful flute, the female yellow holy lord and the others felt more and more uneasy.

This world is re-condensed, but they feel that they are standing in this world, out of place, and the laws of the whole world are rejecting them.

The world is fragile.

With their strength, with a slight movement of the Holy Thought, they can be broken again.

But at the moment they didn't dare.

Because they knew that the White Absolute Cave Lord was not dead, but also very powerful, so powerful that it exceeded their comprehension.

"Bai Jue Cave Master, we know that we are wrong! We are just ordered to kill you, we are just small shrimps, please let us go." ”

As she spoke, she knelt down directly and knelt down on the stone in the stream where Bai Yi'er had sat cross-legged, begging for mercy in fear.

Where did the others dare to stand, they all knelt down and begged for mercy at this moment, expressing regret.

The sound of the flute was still ringing.

I don't know when, around the female yellow holy lord and the others, pink notes appeared.

Eerie notes.

They lingered around the Female Yellow Holy Lord and the others, gathering more and more.

The female yellow holy lord and the others also found out, and they were extremely nervous in their hearts.

Of course, they knew that these pink notes must have been summoned by the White Absolute Cave Lord, and they didn't dare to make any moves, let alone expel and extinguish them.

Tang Mingyang's eyes also widened, he also wanted to see what these pink notes were for.

Soon, he understood.

These pink notes, which lingered in the female yellow holy lord and others, gradually gathered into an altar of sound with the melody of the flute.

An altar centered on the female yellow holy lord and others.

As soon as this altar came out, the female yellow holy lord and the others immediately panicked.

Even fools understand that instead of bypassing them, the White Absolute Cave Lord will sacrifice them.

Who will do it?

The rabbit is in a hurry and bites.

The female yellow holy lord and others wanted to resist at this moment.

Since you can't beg for mercy, you have to fight to the death.

However, when they used their holy thoughts to condense their supernatural powers and break this world again, they found that the energy in their bodies had been sealed long ago.

In other words, in this flute, they can't exert any cultivation at all.

They are like fish on a chopping board, and they can only watch themselves being sacrificed.

Death has long been hidden in this beautiful flute.

In beauty, weave a net, and let them die in the net.

Where are the female yellow holy lords and the female blue holy lords willing?

"Tang Mingyang, please save us. ”

Now, the only one they can ask for help is Tang Mingyang.

"Aren't you like you're going to cooperate with us in the Miasma Forest and the Pestilence Cave? If you save us, we'll cooperate with you!"

Ya Sichen said urgently, as if grasping the last life-saving grass.

"I can't save you~"

Tang Mingyang said regretfully.

It's not that he doesn't want to save it, but he really doesn't have the ability to save it.

The flute still sounded so beautifully.

The altars around the female yellow holy lord and others have been successfully condensed.

No matter how the female yellow holy lord and the others resisted, this altar was centered on them, and they followed like a shadow.

In the sound of the flute, slowly, their skin turned pink, the same color as those notes.

Tang Mingyang watched quietly, he knew that Bai Yi'er was sacrificing to the Yellow Holy Lord and the others.

"Xue, what will happen after Bai Yi'er sacrifices to them?"

Tang Mingyang asked nervously.

After all, when Bai Yi'er awakened the memories of his previous life, then he was the next dangerous person.

"Sacrifice to them, awaken memories, restore energy. ”

Xue said.

In the sacrifice, the female yellow holy lord and the others felt the vitality, vitality, cultivation, and luck in their bodies, all of which were used in those pink notes, and their entire bodies quickly turned into an empty shell.

They were crying out in terror.

Some begged Bai Yier for mercy, and some begged Tang Mingyang for help.

But no matter how much they pleaded, it could not change the fate of their death.

The two Holy Lords, more than a dozen Holy Venerables, and one Holy Master were turned into powder in the sacrifice in this way.

After the men died, the altar dispersed, and turned into pink notes again, like pink butterflies, flying towards the other side of the stream, and then wrapped around the stone that had been made by Bai Yierpan.

The murmuring of the stream, in the rhythm of music, is cheerful.

Surrounded by these pink notes, Bai Yi'er's figure slowly emerged from the void.

She is still so beautiful, up and down her body, exuding an impulse that can directly arouse a man's primitive desires.

She was still so quiet, the pink jade flute, gently placed to her mouth, all the beautiful rhythms were played from this flute.

Only, there is a slight difference.

That's her dress, I don't know when, has turned pink......