"Good. ”

After scanning the tens of thousands of people present, Lao Dao surnamed Sun spoke gloomily.

Then, I saw him pat the human bag on his waist, and four figures flew out of it. It was the dispersion of the previous four mellow periods.

It's just that they looked very embarrassed, and they were almost smashed to the ground straight like that, and they didn't change their posture at all.

It seems that their movement is restricted.

This scene made the hearts of the monks present sink again.

Immediately afterwards, a strange smile flashed on the pale face of the old man surnamed Sun, and then he saw that there was suddenly an extra thing in his hand.

It was a bone flute.

As soon as it appeared, it made the monks present feel creepy.

Fang Yan only felt a chill behind his back, and his whole body trembled.

Not only Fang Yan, but the tens of thousands of monks present all felt this way at the moment.

It seems that there is a great terror on the small bone flute.

"This is the Lingtan tapir! I can't be wrong, this is a bone flute made from the bones of the Lingtan tapir!"

Suddenly, a Jindan late-stage monk in the crowd exclaimed.

Immediately afterwards, the people present were in a commotion, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

It's a pity that the invisible shackles on their bodies have firmly pulled them back at this moment.

Many of the monks had not yet taken a few steps before they felt the pain again, and they could not help but retreat with a pale face, and collapsed to the ground with a frightened face.

The old man surnamed Sun turned a blind eye to this, his pale face glowed with a strange light, and his dry and rough fingers slowly stroked the bone flute in his hand.

This bone flute is made from a yin beast called the Lingtan tapir.

The Lingtan tapir is a strange beast between yin and yang, probably because it likes to devour living souls very much, so people do not divide it into demon beasts, but call it a yin beast.

The Lingtan tapir is not only able to devour the soul, but also is very interested in all the yin things, whether it is the soul of the soul or the resentment of the dead spirit, it is the nourishment for its growth.

When the Lingtan tapir is born, it is just a ball of gas, and unless it grows to the primordial infancy, it will gradually form a body and have flesh and bones.

Therefore, the bone flute made of Lingtan tapir in the hand of Lao Dao surnamed Sun is at least a Lingtan tapir that has grown to the infancy stage.

A newly born Lingtan tapir, if it wants to grow from an invisible body to the primordial infant stage, it must eat at least more than a million souls, not to mention the rest of the yin things.

Therefore, every Lingtan tapir with a flesh and bone body is a very rare existence.

At least the tens of thousands of people present were basically the first time they had seen a bone flute made from the bones of a Lingtan tapir.

This shows how precious this thing is.

Ordinary monks, Mo said, touch it, even if they get close to the place where this bone flute is promised, they will be invaded by the cold yin qi on it, and thus lose their ability to move.

Therefore, despite knowing that this thing is precious and abnormal, none of the monks wanted to get close to it.

Fang Yan bit her lip at the moment, she still knew a little about the "Lingtan Tapir" that the Jindan period monk had said before.

This Yin Beast is a legendary Yin Beast, at least in Feng'an Continent.

Unexpectedly, someone in the Ninggu Continent was able to capture this Yin Beast, and also used its bones to make a bone flute.

If there is any characteristic of this bone flute made from the bones of the Lingtan tapir, it is that when this thing is played, the rhythm emanating from it will have very terrible consequences for monks except for ghost cultivators.

The millions of souls and souls on it will fly out to the rhythm of the music.

Because they were devoured by the Lingtan tapir, they could neither enter the earth for peace, nor could they be reincarnated, and the three realms and six worlds could not be attached to, and as the years passed, their resentment was simply skyrocketing.

The grievances accumulated over these countless years will also be slowly conveyed with the rhythm.

Attacks all living people indiscriminately.

These yin spirit resentments will entangle every monk, so that the monks will eventually be unable to bear it, and will be completely corrupted by them and become one of them......

These are the things that Fang Yan knows.

However, since the existence of the Lingtan Tapir has not been discovered in Feng'an Zhou for tens of thousands of years, these records are probably broken, and Fang Yan does not know what are the more frightening consequences.

This cultivator surnamed Sun Lao Dao is only a Yuan Baby, and it is really shocking that he can get such a bone flute of Lingtan tapir.

In addition to its rarity, the Lingtan tapir also has a characteristic, that is, even if you are specifically looking for it, it is difficult to find its existence.

Its body can freely switch between the virtual and the real, unless it reaches the level of the ghost king, there is a slight possibility of capturing it.

Therefore, the bone flute made by this Lingtan tapir is definitely not something that can be obtained by the power of the old Dao surnamed Sun.

Ghost King.

Thinking of the ghost king, Fang Yan couldn't help but think of the ghost cultivator Wang Xian he met in Jintao Village before, and it seemed that the master of the person behind him was a ghost king.

It's just that I don't know if the ghost king and the person behind the old Tao surnamed Sun in front of him are the same person.

Just when everyone was trembling, all of a sudden, Lao Dao surnamed Sun also ended looking at the bone flute and brought the flute to his mouth.

Then, a chorus of music slowly came out of the bone flute.

As soon as the first note was raised, all the monks present turned pale, and the sound was like a magic sound, which immediately made all the monks feel as if they were in hell.

As the old man surnamed Sun played slowly, Fang Yan and Liu Xiuqi fell to the ground at once, trembling at the same time.

At the same time, countless black qi flew out from the bone flute, flying for several miles in a radius, and continued to spread.

Immediately after, one after another mournful sounds came out of the black mist, and one after another vague figures, condensed from the black mist, flew in.

......

Somewhere in the secret realm of the fire dragon.

"It's not good, I didn't expect this Sun Lao Dao to have a bone flute made of Lingtan tapir. ”

Seeing this, the handsome young man surnamed He immediately got up and seemed unwilling to wait any longer.

And the beautiful woman surnamed Zhen beside him had already put away the previous fan, and at this moment, a trace of incredulity flashed in her eyes.

After the two looked at each other, they couldn't hold back anymore and got up and left.

If the tens of thousands of monks in the Fire Dragon Secret Realm were really killed by the old Dao surnamed Sun with the bone flute of the Lingtan tapir, then the Fire Dragon Secret Realm, which was difficult to subdue even if these monks were sacrificed with blood, was really likely to be subdued by the old Dao surnamed Sun.

Because, the blood sacrifice is only a sacrifice for the cultivation and life of these monks, and the soul will also be wiped out along with the blood sacrifice, which is almost able to subdue a secret realm where the origin of the spiritual water is sold.

But now in the Fire Dragon Secret Realm, what is produced is already the best Tiangu spiritual water, so even if all these monks are sacrificed to blood, it will be difficult for the Yuan Infant Stage monks to subdue the Fire Dragon Secret Realm.

Unless there is a Tongxuan monk, he can subdue it little by little through blood sacrifices.