Looking at the thin man who was dominated by Xiao Ling again, Chu Ling's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said in a low tone: "It's true that it's not that easy to be smashed to death."

???? "Purple Nether Demon Flute?" Shen Binger and Yi Yue both looked at the long flute in the thin man's hand with shock, and said in unison.

After saying that, the two of them immediately looked at each other. They all heard the story of the demon Ye Nu since childhood, just like Cai Yun heard that Pangu had created the sky and Nuwa had created humans when she was in China.

It is precisely because of this that when the legendary Night Girl's never-leaving musical instrument really appeared in front of them, they were so shocked!

People who have never truly experienced this feeling cannot understand it. The legendary feeling appears in front of their eyes.

"Is the Purple Nether Demon Flute a very famous weapon in the legend of your original world?" Chu Ling asked curiously at this time.

"Are you kidding me? You don't know such a famous legend? Wait, you came from the other side of the earth?!" Concubine Hu, who was standing beside him, suddenly pointed at Chu Ling and said.

"Is there any problem?" Chu Ling asked in confusion. This time, Xuanyuan Sword Tomb was born, and there were no 10,000 masters on the entire earth. What's so surprising about this?

The number of people with ten thousand seems to be a lot, but you should know that this number basically represents the approximate number of third-level masters on the entire earth, which is only about tens of thousands.

Among the billions of people on Earth, there are only tens of millions of superpowers, and among these tens of millions of people, only tens of thousands of people can truly stand at the top. You can imagine how rare third-level masters are.

When the fourth-level powerhouses have not been widely popularized, the third-level is obviously still the upper ceiling of the supernatural world, and this power system will continue for a long time without any surprises.

After all, the fourth level has only such a concept at present, and there are too few people who can truly reach it. Even in the original world with many supernatural beings, only a few dozen people have reached this threshold.

And this is just a touch of the threshold. Those who can really get through the threshold may have to make a quadruple.

Even there are so few fourth-level masters in the original world, let alone the earth. Perhaps the real fourth-level masters do not exceed ten fingers.

"Hmph! What's so proud of the mortals on Earth? You know that I am the legendary Qingqiu Nine-tail clan. How dare you lead those divine weapons to chase me?!" Concubine Hu was obviously indignant about Chu Ling's hatred of divine weapons on her.

But it's not her fault. I'm afraid anyone who has experienced the fear of being almost killed will hate the person who is ignorant of him.

Chu Ling said calmly when she heard this, "If you don't laugh, maybe we won't be chased by the divine weapons. If you almost convinced them if you didn't see me, you would have to laugh at them all? What's so funny?"

When Concubine Hu heard this, she blushed and argued a little embarrassedly: "Then, can you blame me? Who told you that your tone was so old-fashioned at that time is really funny."

"Okay, now is not the time to have a quarrel." Chu Ling didn't plan to discuss the right or wrong of this matter with Concubine Hu, or there was no need to discuss it at all. The two of them were strangers, and even if Concubine Hu, who had no warning, was used as a shield, he would not feel guilty in his heart.

I have so much blood on my hands, what's the matter if I have one more dip?

So in Chu Ling's opinion, there is nothing to care about about this matter. If Concubine Hu survives, she will be lucky, but Chu Ling would not think that there was something wrong with doing this at that time.

He looked at the thin man who was controlled by Xiao Ling in the distance and walked slowly towards him, and hurriedly stood up and said loudly to the surroundings: "Everyone, run away! That flute is a very fierce weapon, and it will drain all the living people you see!"

"What?! This shouldn't be true. According to legend, although Ye Nu killed countless people, the only long flute that she was close to was her lifelong bond. I heard that it was the token of love given to her by her favorite person. As a result, her lover died of illness not long after."

"That is why the night girl always keeps her flute away, just to be able to miss her lover all the time." Yi Yue said in surprise.

While the few people were talking, a master who did not believe in evil suddenly rushed out of the crowd, raised his hand and grabbed the purple dark demon flute in the thin man's hand.

"Boy, you don't have the right to have this flute, so let the person who is qualified to pick it up come and get it!"

But at this moment, he heard the thin man open his mouth and spit out a female voice, "Qualification? Do you have it?"

Hearing this voice, the master's face changed drastically. He didn't even see any movements, and his body was blown into a bloody mist!

"What?!" The third-level masters around him changed their faces when they saw this scene, but Chu Ling smiled without any surprise: "What am I saying? There are always people who don't believe in evil. That person has been dominated by the Xiao Ling of the Ziming Demon Flut. He is the Ziming Demon Flutt!"

In fact, Chu Ling was just not sure if Xiao Ling knew him. If Xiao Ling only wanted to kill him, the masters around him would never help, and would not dare to help.

So Chu Ling immediately impressed them, that is, the Purple Demon Flute will kill people!

At this time, Chu Ling was even more excited when he saw that there was really a master who dared to go up to seize the treasure. He was so sleepy that he was giving him a pillow.

Now the facts are in front of you. Chu Ling turned to look at Yi Yue and said, "You saw it, I'm not talking nonsense."

"How could this happen..." Yi Yue felt a little hurt. You know that she still liked Ye Nu's story very much, and she was even more moved by her infatuation.

Shen Bing'er glanced at her and said, "The stories you heard when you were a child are naturally only beautiful, but do you know that the Ziming Demon Xiao was not called this name at the beginning, but Ziming Xiao."

"It is precisely because every time Ye Nu kills people, she uses the flute as a weapon. The splashing blood dyes the flute body red. Gradually, all the people began to call Ziming Xiao the Ziming Demon Xiao."

At this time, Xiao Ling slowly walked towards the direction where Chu Ling was, and at the same time said, "I want to kill you, humans!"

"Sharp!"

At this moment, the divine weapons in the air made long sounds at this moment, and then they all attacked Xiao Ling with their own light!

"Hmph! There is not even a suitable soldier leader, and you dare to come and die!" Xiao Ling snorted coldly when he saw this, raised the long flute and placed it beside his mouth, blew the ethereal and crisp sound of the flute.

A song full of resentment was blown out by Xiao Ling. This song has resentment and grief, but more of it is endless pain. That kind of pain is simply engraved into the bone marrow. The sound of the flute alone can make people feel the profound emotions.

As this song was blown out, a strong sound wave filled the world. All the divine weapons seemed to be under a powerful impact at this moment, and all the energy on the weapons began to dim.

The masters present even hugged their heads and screamed in pain. Even the ground was shattered inch by the sound of the flute. Before half of a song was reached, everyone was almost losing half of their lives!

Chu Ling's head was full of blue veins, and even he was still affected by the song. He felt that the emotions in the sound of the flute seemed to have come alive. Those resentments, those hatreds, those resentments, those resentments, and those angers seemed to be imposed on him!

Those tortures and pains are enough to drive a normal person completely crazy!

Even though Chu Ling's ability to endure pain was amazing, he was still on the verge of collapse under such desperate sounds!

"Ahhhh!" At this moment, a master suddenly screamed, and his whole head was shattered by the sound of a flute like a watermelon!

With the first one, there is the second one. Under the sound of the flute, the heads of many third-level masters exploded suddenly.

"Twenty-four swords of Yin Tian!"

Just as everyone was struggling in pain under the sound of the flute, a voice suddenly came from a distance, and then a white sword energy slashed towards Xiao Ling from a distance.

"Bang!"

A loud noise broke the rhythm of the flute sound, and a fierce wave of energy suddenly spread out around!
Chapter completed!