Chapter 1514 A Flute Song for All the Heroes to Give Me Face (Update)

Chapter 1514 A flute music for the heroes... Give me some face... (Update)

Ancient Immortals, Nest Realm.

A flute music sounded, and between the ancient fierce nests, above a cave entrance like a volcano, a figure appeared, with a jade flute at his lips.

Thirty-three blood moons swayed, and he was very transcendent under the bloody moonlight, like a banished immortal, with fluttering clothes, indescribably peerless and otherworldly.

This man was very handsome, with a flawless face, crystal skin, and a holy glow. He smiled, nodded to Shi Hao and the others, and then nodded gently to the face of Xu Xin that appeared in the sky in the distance.

This otherworldly man, with a white jade bone flute at his lips, fluttering clothes, and a crystal body, stood above the reddish-brown fierce nest broken mountain and played a fairy music.

"A flute music for the heroes."

These were his gentle words, and he began to play the flute, as if fairy music fell from the sky.

The ancient places in the Nest Realm, especially the location of the evil nest, have become a bloody Shura killing field. Many people are shouting, and crystal petals are falling from the sky, piercing those people and turning them into blood.

The sound of the flute starts, and the crystal petals are falling, dancing under the moon. This is a beautiful picture.

However, behind the beauty, one after another strong people are dying, and the world is stained with blood.

"You... caused all this..."

Beside Shi Hao, Qin Hao was covered in blood and stared at the man. When he was in the ancient land before, several people traveled with him, but they all died in it.

The music was faint and echoed under the blood moon.

The man looked peaceful and just smiled peacefully, which was considered a response to Qin Hao.

He had a kind of immortal charm all over his body, and even his hair was transparent and emitted a soft light.

Such a holy and handsome young man, coupled with the screams that came one after another in the distance, was both somewhat out of place and somewhat strangely fitting.

Blood was spilling, he was laughing, but it was not disgusting, just heart-shaking.

Shi Hao, Qin Hao, the ancient freak Dragon Girl, Chang Gongyan and others gathered together. When this person appeared in front of them, they also wanted to counterattack.

The bear child who drank beast milk had never suffered such a big loss from his "peers". His mind could be big or small. When he was cruel, he could even snatch the soil of all things from the God Stone. He really ate soil.

A black arrow feather crossed the sky. The ancient freak Chang Gongyan stretched out his hand, and the world shook violently. With him as the center, black ripples spread out, like a tide, sweeping in all directions.

This was a powerful divine power. The world rumbled in all directions, many plants and trees rose from the ground, and even some stone mountains broke, following the black ripples, like duckweed in the sea, up and down.

The magic power was terrifying. This was the ancient freak. Once angry, the power he released was unstoppable, and the world shook and sounded because of it.

The most violent and frightening thing was the black arrow tip, which was extremely sharp and turned into a black light, breaking the void.

All the gods would be terrified by the scene. If the arrow pierced through the body, it would be dead.

However, the arrow could not lock the young man who was like an exiled immortal. On the broken mountain like a volcano, where no grass grew, the figure jumped away and disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time, the dragon girl's real dragon claw, Qin Hao's fairy light, Shi Hao's Kunpeng technique, etc., all hit the stone mountain, breaking that piece of heaven and earth, but none of them hit the man.

The flute sound was still there, melodious, like a piece of immortal music, falling from the nine heavens.

The exiled immortal man, the layout of ten lifetimes, has mastered part of this evil nest, and the magic circle is opened with him, and he cannot be defeated.

Shi Hao and the others were trapped in the situation, and it was difficult for them to protect themselves. It was impossible for them to counterattack. If they had not joined forces, they would have died in there long ago... Oh no, if they pushed the kid into a corner, they might be able to kill him, but the others might not end up well...

"Come back!"

In the distant void, Xu Xin spoke slowly, and a golden road appeared in front of Shi Hao and the others. Those who survived by chance in various places in the ancient land of the Nest Realm all had hope in their eyes and rushed towards the golden light.

"Give me face!"

At this moment, the exiled immortal was about to take action, and a group of ghosts, demons and gods who could not see the number of them were protecting him. A Qiankun bag opened and emitted a ray of rosy light.

But as Xu Xin spoke, the void became chaotic, and this handsome man who looked like an exiled immortal just nodded.

The Qiankun bag was simple and dim. The aura of the Great Dao was faintly pressing. It was a terrifying secret treasure. It was composed of the original divine skins of dozens of ancient beasts, with dense runes. It could collect mountains and rivers, and even gods would be melted immediately, turning into blood and bones.

This thing was extremely terrifying. Legend has it that there was a treasure in the ancient immortals. It was made of the skins of tens of thousands of ancestral beasts, and it was said that it could hold three thousand states in the upper realm and could melt the endless stars in the universe.

The Qiankun bag of the exiled immortal certainly did not have such power, but it was also made of the skins of nearly a hundred ancient beasts, which was enough to deal with the first generation and freaks who were still fleeing.

Shouts and long whistles sounded from time to time, and petals were falling between the world, with fragrance, as if carved from jade, crystal clear and dripping, and fell down.

Each petal was stained with blood, killing a strong man.

The sound of the flute continued, turning into pieces of notes, killing the heroes, which was extremely terrifying.

Blood flowers kept flashing, looking very sad and beautiful, and the petals with blood threads were very gorgeous, like stars, falling all over the sky and dancing in the mountains.

The man who looked like a banished immortal controlled the Qiankun bag, stood in the void, with a white jade bone flute at his mouth, driving thousands of ghosts, gods and demons.

The crimson moonlight was shining, looking enchanting and beautiful.

He was aloof from the world, not affected by the mundane world.

But the faint sound of the flute made everyone feel numb and their hair stood on end.

"You are so cruel and ruthless, aren't you afraid of retribution!"

Someone roared before dying, and the only response he got was a petal made of runes, which cut into his forehead and brought out a string of bright red blood beads.

In the sky, that person was still out of the world, with a peaceful look, looking extremely holy, with a smile on his lips.

The petals did not fall to Longnv, Shi Hao and others, because the person in the sky did not do useless work.

Under the bloody moonlight, the entire Nest Realm became a terrible killing ground, a Shura blood sea like purgatory on earth.

"Sir, I give you face, but you are not giving me face by doing this!"

In the void, a hand fell, as if to seize the fortune in the depths of the nest world. The young man holding the flute raised his hand and released a fairy light, and the fairy air was hazy. He said gently, his long clothes fluttering, like a banished immortal, standing under the blood moon, ethereal and out of the world.

At this time, blood light kept rushing up from the ground, converging towards that person, and runes were contained in the blood, shining with divine light.

"You can't use up so much blood and bones, give me face!"

Xu Xin's voice sounded again, and the huge hand covering the sky fell down. The target this time was obvious, which was the essence of blood and true bones collected by the banished immortal. For these things, the banished immortal had laid out for ten generations, and naturally he didn't want to let others take them away. Fighting and confrontation were inevitable.