Ever since Feng Qinghan got the Blood Moon Flute, it has indeed been unstable. There are still many people who want to get the Blood Moon Flute. But these people don't care about the Nine Heavenly Beads and treasures, but they just want the Blood Moon Flute. The Blood Moon Flute.
They know the power, how could they not want such a holy item!
So I used my brains to get the Blood Moon Flute from Feng Qinghan's hand, but so far, no one has been successful, dead or injured.
"Heroes, you have never seen the power of the Blood Moon Flute. How about I open your eyes this time?" Feng Qinghan held the Blood Moon Flute and floated down from the tree. His white clothes flew around and he held a blood-red flute in his hand.
I have to say it has a different taste.
Indeed, none of them have seen the power of the Blood Moon Flute. They have only heard that it is very powerful. One song can kill people without being seen. It is also a holy healing product. One song can relieve internal forces. It is a rare treasure.
, in fact, it is not bad to have such a Blood Moon Flute, there is no need to get the treasure.
Some people's ideas have changed a bit.
Maybe the treasure in the cave is not as good as the Blood Moon Flute.
Feng Qinghan looked at the person who came to snatch the Blood Moon Flute, and a sympathetic smile appeared on his lips. He placed the Blood Moon Flute to his lips. When the music came out of the hole, everyone was shocked and suddenly felt uncomfortable.
However, the discomfort is still bearable.
It's just that it was so fierce at the beginning, so you can imagine what happened next, and many people were already a little scared.
Taking into account everyone's reactions, Feng Qinghan's move was to test them to see how deep their internal strength was. The deeper their internal strength, the better their ability to resist the Blood Moon Flute. However, if the internal strength is not deep, if they have no intention,
Distractions can also be resisted reluctantly.
It was obviously a very beautiful piece of music, but the people present had no intention of enjoying it at all. They couldn't stand it any longer, and all of them turned red in the face. They just wanted to stop the sound quickly.
People with weak internal energy have already vomited blood and are lying on the ground without the strength to resist.
Towards the end, some people had already expired, and basically everyone had lost the ability to resist. Their true energy was in chaos and their muscles and veins were broken. If they continued, there would be only death.
"Don't, stop blowing, stop blowing!" Although someone had begged for mercy a long time ago, Feng Qinghan didn't stop at all, but it was almost done now. He didn't finish blowing and stopped.
Looking at the people staggering around, he chuckled and said, "How?"
"The Blood Moon Flute is indeed a treasure of this world, it is really powerful!" After forcing himself to say this, he spit out another mouthful of blood. The feeling just now was so uncomfortable that it was worse than death.
"It's my fault for making you suffer. Now I will heal your injuries. Please sit tight."
Does this count as giving a slap first and then a sweet date? Absolutely, Feng Qinghan wants to let them know that not everyone can peek into the Blood Moon Flute. They must take away the Blood Moon Flute first and pass him first.
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Everyone sat cross-legged and began to perform exercises to heal their injuries. The cold wind blew healing music, which made them feel much more comfortable. They were immersed in the beautiful music one after another.
"Let's have a good rest tonight. We'll set off again tomorrow morning." Feng Qinghan put away the blood moon flute and climbed up the tree.
When he closed his eyes, the monkey's head rolled and he swallowed the blood that came up.
One of the biggest disadvantages of the Blood Moon Flute is that there is no way to heal oneself, and it also consumes infuriating energy.