Chapter 132 Insect-Guiding Flute and Bird-Controlling Flute

Chapter 132 Insect-guiding Flute and Bird-controlling Flute

"Brother Shen, you see that the Huolingmen suddenly turned against the law, what is the reason?"

A black-faced monk frowned. As the elder of the Tianxing Sect, he had always been on good terms with the Huolingmen, but this time he was betrayed by his allies. After being surprised, he was even more angry.

"How does Brother Yu know?"

Cultivator surnamed Shen is an old man with fluttering white hair. He is the patriarch of a cultivating family. His ancestors were disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect. They are considered to be in the same breath. I didn't expect the other party to kill them all this time. Absolutely, it is really puzzling.

Is the Huolingmen crazy? Even their allies are slaughtered. Do they want to become the public enemy of the entire Yanzhou cultivation world?

The two foundation-building monks were relatively speechless.

"Whether it will become a public enemy or not, I don't know, but if we are not careful this time, I am afraid we will not be able to get out of the stream alive."

The old man surnamed Shen nodded: "Fellow Daoist is right, the most urgent thing is to save your life."

The two were discussing, when suddenly there was a sound of exclamation, and there was a faint roar of a beast. All the surviving monks stood up and looked into the distance in surprise.

"What's the matter?" The two foundation-building masters glanced at each other, and at the same time they flew forward.

"Monster...Monster beast." A few blood-soaked practitioners staggered over, their faces were full of horror, they were the disciples who were in charge of guarding the periphery. Seeing this scene, the expressions of the others became even uglier. .

The master of the Foundation Establishment Stage surnamed Shen's expression darkened, and he released his consciousness.

"Brother Shen, what did you find?"

Although they are both in the foundation building stage, the black-faced cultivator's spiritual consciousness is not the director. Apart from him, other spiritual stage cultivators also pay attention.

"A large group of monsters are rushing here."

Hearing this, all the cultivators turned ashen-colored faces. In addition to beware of the pursuit of the Fire Spirit Sect, monsters are also their natural enemies in the stream.

Immediately some cultivators wanted to leave. They were originally grouped together temporarily. At this time, a catastrophe was imminent, so naturally they ran for their lives.

However, the cultivator who was the fastest to escape from the light only flew more than a thousand meters before screaming. In the sky, a group of strange birds flew blackly, and the monsters had already arrived.

The two foundation-building stage monks who were originally angry at someone fleeing privately now have extremely dignified faces. The blood vulture, a first-level mid-grade monster, although not strong individually, likes to act in groups, which is a nightmare for cultivators.

Why did they meet at this time? Could it be the fault of the Huolingmen?

Seeing the two fleeing monks being dismembered by blood vultures in mid-air, everyone felt a chill on their backs.

However, this was only the beginning, a rustling sound entered the ears, and countless colorful and ugly poisonous insects appeared on the ground. Although there were only a few of them that were bigger, the others could not even be called monsters. But the number of poisonous insects is so alarming that even a cultivator will have a very headache.

"Don't panic, everyone, as long as we get together, these strange birds and poisonous insects can't hurt us."

The master of the Foundation Establishment Stage surnamed Shen shouted loudly, and the other cultivators finally calmed down. At this time, the faster they escape, the faster they die. If they work together, there is still a glimmer of hope for life.

Ordinary people will show great potential if they are forced to die, let alone a cultivator.

Strange lights of various colors emerged, and all the monks produced their magic weapons. Some sacrificed spiritual weapons, some held talismans, and more of them were five-element spells of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Feathers were flying, insects were chirping, and poisonous insects and monster birds were beaten down a lot, but these monsters were not afraid of death and still rushed towards them.

At the same time, less than ten miles away from the monks being besieged, there was a huge rock weighing tens of thousands of catties, and four people stood on the rock.

They were all wearing fiery red robes, with boiling flames embroidered on the lower corners, but there were two flames in the robes of the two in front, while the two young men in the back had only one.

In Huolingmen, one represents the agile stage, and two represent the foundation-building stage.

In the hands of the two agile disciples, the one on the left is a crystal green flute, and the one on the right is a simple harp.

The two were playing in a hurry, and there was a shocking murderous aura hidden in the music. If you use the spiritual eye to observe, you can find that along with the music, the flute and the harp emit circles of spiritual power.

This is not an ordinary musical instrument, but a spiritual weapon!

"The worm-guiding flute and bird-controlling zither refined by my uncle are really powerful."

"That's right, Master Uncle is indeed the number one master of my Fire Spirit Sect, and he can actually make such a miraculous spiritual weapon."

...

The two foundation-building monks were full of admiration. The uncle they were talking about was naturally the lecherous Elder Li, the only monk in the Fire Spirit Sect who had entered the alchemy stage.

"Qin Tong, Di Tong, drive the monsters to launch a more violent attack and destroy those cultivators." The foundation-building monk standing on the left showed a hideous expression. His name was Xiang Wu. Known for killing.

The music is more urgent, but although there are many monsters, their grades are a bit inferior, especially insects, although they are full of poison, most of them can't even be called monsters.

The surviving more than twenty monks are not weak. Together, they can resist as much as possible, especially the two cultivators of the foundation establishment period. When they use their spiritual weapons, they are even more majestic, killing strange birds, poisonous insects and so on. Fuck the shit.

"Brother, it seems that we have to do something, otherwise we won't be able to kill these guys." Xiang Wu turned his head.

"good."

Dong Fei, another foundation-building cultivator, nodded, waved his hand, and a blood-red light enveloped the four of them, then soared into the air with a whimper, and flew forward.

Guided by Qin Yansu's technique, a fairy sword glowing with blue light descended from the sky, transforming into a gigantic sword seven to eight feet long, and with a loud bang, cut a beetle bigger than a rhinoceros in front of him in half.

"Hoohoo." Yun Zhongxian was panting, and there were crystal drops of sweat on his forehead. Most of the poisonous insects are garbage, but this insect has reached the level of a first-class top-quality monster. Several monks on his side have already been killed. Its poisonous hands, two foundation-building stage monks were entangled by blood vultures again, and it was Qin Yan who killed the insect in the end.

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