"Dragon Slayer Sword: Dragon Soars to the Sky!"

Qing Yue's dragon chant resounded through the void, Lin Feng's figure flashed through the air, and a huge sword light sixty zhang long appeared out of thin air where he passed.

In the next moment, this huge sword was like a long whale absorbing water, condensing and converging into a substantial sword gang more than a zhang long, with a metallic texture.

"Puff~Puff~"

Two swords in a row, splitting the two headless giants who pounced in half, Jian Gang Yu Wei cut a deep ravine in the bluestone street, extending to the far distance.

Li Zhou also shouted, rotating the silver-white Fang Tian painting halberd, dazzling dizziness, and his tall body jumped into the air, like a goshawk swooping down, a halberd poked down, and suddenly pierced a headless giant from top to bottom, and died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

Next to him, the white-clothed swordsman Simon ruthlessly waved the narrow black sword in his hand, and Sen Han's sharp sword qi cut through the air and sneered, and one person was against five headless giants, and his swordsmanship was not chaotic at all.

The ogre powerhouse also has the strength to take charge of himself, especially since his weapon is a plate axe as huge as a door panel, and he always fights with the axe of the headless giant. There are no gorgeous and subtle tricks, there are just strong qi and physical strength, and the two plate axes hit each other continuously, making a sonorous sound and sparks splashing.

After all, the headless giant is not very strong alone, and the stone slabs under his feet are shattered inch by inch, and then he can't bear the distance, and his knees can't help but kneel on the ground.

"To hell with it!" the ogre roared, smashing the hapless headless giant like wood.

At this time, the other monks saw that the situation was going well, and they shouted one after another, waving their weapons and rushing over to fight. A dozen headless giants were soon slain by this group of battle-spirited monks.

The filthy blood of these monsters flowed and spread in the bluestone paved streets, and the smell of blood made the already gloomy and gloomy Black Rock City even more full of death.

Lin Feng led the monks on, running swiftly down the streets, the quaint buildings around them were in tatters, and the streets stretched far away.

At this time, a gust of incense blew through, and the surrounding blue-gray mist turned into a pink mist.

Even the mist exuded a refreshing fragrance, Lin Feng and his teammates were surprised, and they were even more puzzled by the origin of Stone Town.

"Slow down, shrink the distance a little bit, don't fall behind. Lin Feng said loudly.

The dozens of monks behind nodded in agreement, and then gathered the team a little, and the palms of the hands holding the blades were soaked in cold sweat.

Gradually, however, everyone's tense mood relaxed, because the surrounding environment was no longer so eerie and terrifying, and the aura of death did not know where to dissipate.

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red fragrance? The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and endures stepping on the falling flowers to come and go......"

From the depths of the pink mist came the woman's faint singing, so sweet and gentle, that it entered everyone's hearts.

Although most of the monks present had no cultural cultivation and were martial artists, there was always a sense of pity for the jade. Besides, how can such a touching singing voice not be heart-pounding?

The consciousness of the monks gradually blurred, and even the woman in the team, Cui Yingying, was moved by this song, and the scene in front of them changed inexplicably.

Even Mo Qiu, who was in the realm of the Blood Condensation Ninefold Golden Pill, had fallen into an illusion, and Lin Feng was still awake alone, he had experienced too many spiritual attacks, and now he had the ability to resist.

Moreover, Lin Feng's mind is firm and indomitable, and he will not be confused by foreign objects at all.

He watched his teammates fall into a hallucination, his eyes glazed over, the expression on his face was fascinated, and he couldn't think of how to save him for a while.

At this time, Li Zhou felt that he was in a garden in the twilight of spring, but he saw a woman with shaved shoulders and bee waist, long hair fluttering, eyebrows like daisies, and eyes like autumn water.

The woman holds a delicate bamboo basket in her left hand and a small flower hoe in her right hand, singing poignant songs and burying flowers in the rain of colorful flowers......

"Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. This woman's singing voice has a touching magic, and even a hero like Li Zhou is intoxicated, and can't help but walk over to help this woman pick up petals.

Simon, a white-clothed swordsman, was ruthless and had always been known for his coldness and arrogance, but now what he saw in front of him could not help but touch his heart and produce tenderness.

Simon felt that he was in a courtyard in early summer, where roses and peonies were in full bloom, and this environment seemed familiar to him.

And the woman in front of him is so familiar, making him feel as if he has returned to his hometown ten years ago, where he was a teenager, and he knows the Yiren.

This woman is a lotus step, watching roses in the garden, with delicate eyebrows and a graceful posture. The mouth sang: "The beautiful scenery of a good day is a day, and the joy of the homeland is the one." It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water......"

The illusions that the monks present had fallen into were all very similar, in the midst of a very beautiful environment, and there was a very beautiful woman singing melancholy, and the song was so mysterious that people could not even think of resisting.

And Cui Yingying, the only woman in the team, fell deeper, because she saw her own shadow from the woman in the illusion, which seemed to be herself many years ago.

It was a kind of self-pity, lamenting loneliness and the sorrow of the passing years. is the so-called: "Spring hatred and autumn sorrow are all self-provoking, who is the beauty of the flowers and the moon?"

Lin Feng held the dragon slaying sword and stood proudly in front of the team, his expression was serious, and his eyes were very solemn looking at the state of his teammates.

It seems that they are all deeply trapped in the illusion, and if they shake them rashly and wake them up, they will hurt their souls and endanger their lives.

What made Lin Feng very puzzled was why it was difficult for a guy like an ogre powerhouse to be unkind to a woman to wake up from the illusion?

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng felt that in the final analysis, the ethereal singing voice coming from the void was the culprit, containing a strange spiritual attack, but anyone who was not strong enough and his mental power was weak would be taken advantage of and dragged into the illusion.

It was as if a beautiful voice whispered in the ear: "Just sink like this! Wander in such a wonderful realm~"

Lin Feng found the key point, but there was nothing he could do about how to block the ethereal singing sound coming from these voids, he tried to block the cloth strip to a monk's ear, but it still had no effect, this strange singing voice was not only transmitted through the ear.

How easy is it to find the source of these sounds? The surrounding area was shrouded in a thick pink mist, and the visibility was extremely low, Lin Feng didn't want to go too far and leave these teammates behind.

"In today's cultivation world, almost all the monks are majoring in martial arts or Taoism, as for the cultivation of spiritual power, it is really weak, maybe the monks of the sects that control the puppets such as the Corpse Chasing Sect and the Momen pay attention to the cultivation of spiritual power. Lin Feng sighed with emotion in his heart, and couldn't help worrying about his teammates.