As soon as the words fell, the seven strings of the green silk silver qin were like seven arrows shot out of Hou Yi, and they shot towards Lan Yutang hurriedly.

Although Lan Yutang staggered, when facing the attack of the green silk strings, he showed his immortal phoenix's calmness.

It was as if he could see the path of the seven green silk strings, so that when they turned into sharp arrows and were about to penetrate his body, his whole body suddenly disappeared.

It's like moving from one dimension to another.

He used the superior light technique of instantaneous transposition and movement.

Just when Jing Zhaomei was stunned by Lan Yutang's sudden disappearance, Lan Yutang landed lightly on the treetop of a tall and thick fir not far away.

And the immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, was whirling leisurely in his hand.

However, his face suddenly changed again.

Because he suddenly found that the seven green silk and silver strings that had been dodged by him with the light technique of teleportation suddenly changed direction and attacked.

As if all of a sudden they all had eyes, the green and silver strings shot at the fir he was sheltering in at a faster speed from seven completely different directions around him.

Moreover, they seemed to have long anticipated Lan Yutang's foothold after using the teleportation of the superior light skill to transpose the space, and the position of the attack was simply exactly the same.

Moreover, in order to prevent Lan Yutang from using the superior light skill of teleportation to dodge again, the seven strings no longer shot towards him in a straight way.

This time the way of flying was to fly towards him in a spiral, like the ribbons of seven dancing fairies, so that he could not predict which direction these seven green silk and silver strings were flying towards him at all, which was simply impossible for him to avoid.

Because no matter which direction he dodges, the strings can follow him to change the direction of his attack at any time.

Just now, it was Jing Zhaomei's green silk silver string that couldn't predict the direction of his immortal phoenix blue jade tang's transformation and transposition, and now, it has become the direction that his immortal phoenix can't predict Jing Zhaomei's green silk silver string leaping in.

What made him feel even more headache was that Jing Zhaomei actually used the Phantom Dafa when he made a move, and the seven flying strings in between them suddenly shook in midair.

The moment it shook, it was like a trick, and the original seven strings became fourteen.

Then, with another shake, the fourteen strings became twenty-eight again.

With each flicker of light on the strings, the number of strings doubles.

In just the blink of an eye, in this boundless forest of death, in this vast sea of smoke and rainstorm, it is already full of green silk and silver strings, which makes people unavoidable and inescapable.

Under the overwhelming shroud of the green silk string net, Lan Yutang really messed up, and he didn't know where to hide from this green silk silver qin with the evil aura of the Ogi Mirror Palace.

Like a phoenix with broken wings, he kept whirling and spinning in the forest of death, but he could not find a place to rest.

Then, by accident, the body was hit by a sharp stabbing green silk silver string, pierced into the flesh, and kept extending into the body, extending .........

Like the fangs of a giant serpent, sucking his blood.

After a silver string pierced into his body, the other silver strings immediately spun over and wrapped him tightly, like a cocoon wrapped in silk spit out by a spring silkworm that had eaten mulberry leaves and began to hibernate.

Here, we are not so much a cocoon wrapped in silk that he spits out, but rather a prey caught by a spider's web.

And those strings are like hungry teeth, stuck into his flesh, his blood, sucking his blood, devouring his flesh.

Then, only a terrible scream was heard, and Lan Yutang, who was suspended in mid-air, fell heavily from the tip of the tall and thick fir, and fell into the night rain all over the ground, splashing a big splash of dirty water.

Next, Lan Yutang's screams became even more poignant.

It wasn't because his bones hurt when he fell from the tall fir, but the strings that were wrapped around him were not only sucking his flesh, but also shrinking and contracting......

In just an instant, the green silk and silver strings had been tightly strangled into his flesh, like a boning knife that was slowly disintegrating his body.

Jing Zhaomei's slender fingers like cold jade flicked lightly on the outstretched strings, and snorted coldly at Lan Yutang, who fell to the ground and sat in a dying and struggling state:

In order to show my respect for you, who could once be regarded as my mentor, I will now use the forgiveness of the goddess of Lyra that you taught me to set foot on the road to the Yellow Springs.

With that, he sat down on the dirty ground, laid the silver filigree across his curled legs, and then plucked the strings gently.

The low and melodious sound of the piano rang out, as poignant as Sima Xiang's long fu.

But strangely enough, these poignant, elegant, manju sawa like blooming on the edge of hell did not unfold in the endless rainy night of the Dead Forest.

In other words, the sound of the piano does not spread in the air, and it is not perceptible to human hearing.

Jing Zhaomei's piano sound actually skipped through the air, completely blending into the strings that were tightly wound and invaded into the flesh and bones of the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang.

Through the strings, Jing Zhaomei injected the sound of the violin full of evil aura into Lan Yutang's body, into every vein of him, into every nerve of him, and penetrated into every muscle of him.

The sound of the piano is getting deeper and deeper......

However, the magic attached to the strings does not become smaller and smaller than the low sound, on the contrary, the lower the sound, the stronger the magic emitted.

Just now, Lan Yutang's ears could still hear it faintly, but slowly, slowly, slowly, the sound of the piano gradually merged with the night rain and the last darkness before dawn.

Merge with Lan Yutang's body.

As the sound of the piano gradually deepened, the strings wrapped around Lan Yutang's body were also slowly contracting, shrinking......

It had contracted into his skin just now, but now it had slowly contracted into his muscles, and in his bones, it was about to smash his muscles, strain his blood vessels, and completely shatter his body into a little bit of debris.

Perhaps, when the sound of the piano slowly fades away, it becomes completely one with his body, completely integrated into his muscles, his nerves, and his body is in vain.

Not only were the strings slowly shrinking, but they were also reaching into his flesh.

Blood, finally burst out.

The blood that burst out immediately melted with the sewage on the ground, the rain that was still pouring down overhead, slowly seeping into the ground, slowly seeping into the earth, and slowly becoming completely one with this nature.

The corners of Jing Zhaomei's mouth overflowed with a mysterious and cruel smile, with the breath of hellish death, like Manzhu Sawa slowly blooming under the watering of blood, and said in a deep voice:

Pain, slowly enjoy the pain brought to you by the sound of the green silk silver qin that you yourself taught me, this is what you Lan Yutang himself hopes to do.

For you, an immortal phoenix who can even be reborn on the edge of hell, death does not mean hell, but every time you wander on the edge of death, you are undergoing every scorching and torture of hell.

Now, you will slowly experience the pain of death in the sound of the forgiveness of the goddess Lyra that you have taught me, and I will pray for you.