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Chapter 480 Long Flute

Balian didn't know if her temperament meant that she had a clear distinction between love and hate.

But after receiving her words, Balian inevitably felt a lot more relaxed. At least until Su Jing repaid these two kindnesses, he didn't have to worry about being killed by her love-cutting sword when he was around her.

The ghosts are waiting for you, ready to move.

The old woman with a cane looked at the two of them for a long time, then suddenly called out: "Jing'er."

Su Jing glanced at the darkness in the forest and said calmly: "You don't have to worry, the Great Cambrian Period has ended."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the sentence: "What..."

The breeze came slowly, blowing through the forest leaves.

Those thick roots and vines that were exposed and protruding outside the earth seemed to have come alive, rushing into the earth like snakes, taking root and growing steadily.

The wind in the forest was slightly chilly, and the sound of the wind was cut by the thousands of bronze branches and leaves that made the sound seem to have a sharp edge.

The old woman couldn't help but slowly open her eyes, and her old and drooping skin trembled with excitement like a fallen leaf.

She has been guarding under the bronze tree for many days, so she knows that the cold wind here is strong. For her, she will never think that this sharp meaning is an illusion coming from the sound of the wind.

The green shirt falls, the sword rises in the forest.

The old woman saw two more figures appearing behind the young man.

A man and a woman walked out of the dark place in the forest.

It was clear that the old woman had not sensed any aura in advance, and surrounded by numerous heavenly ghosts, no one could break through the perimeter.

So, how did these two people appear here out of thin air?

The old woman didn't know what happened, but at the same time, she also understood that these two people were by no means ordinary people.

Because she saw the vigilance and respect for those two people in the eyes of Ditonggui.

In this brilliant bronze world, there is an existence that can be respected by the four war ghosts of the Celestial Ghost clan...

The answer is obviously ready to come out.

The old woman couldn't help but hold her breath, and her heart was filled with shock.

How could the great being in the sacred tree appear here?!

The shock could not be calmed down, and a terrifying figure suddenly appeared from under the young man whose cultivation could be said to be unsightly.

A huge black wolf emerged from the shadow, surrounded by dark flames. The two moons were reflected in the cold and aloof wolf eyes, and it looked up to the sky and howled!

The old woman could barely stand amid the howling sound, she was pale and trembling miserably: "Ming...Ming wolf?!"

The Dark Wolf also belongs to the Celestial Ghost Clan, and is definitely the pinnacle of existence.

The flute boy ghost roared angrily and looked at the two people behind Bailian gloomily, but in the end he did not dare to make any more rash moves.

The frost between heaven and earth began to gradually dissipate.

After all, the Great Cambrian Period, which horrified the gods and demons, has not yet completely arrived.

The ghost wolf lay low on the ground unwillingly, his eyes full of complaints.

Although the appearance of Hua Xu, who was named Liji, was not much different from that inside the bronze tree, when he stood under the tree, there was a pure edge between the world and the earth, like a peerless god.

Soldiers emerge from the earth.

He no longer needs to rely on the power of faith provided by human practitioners who offer sacrifices day and night to maintain his divinity.

Just standing there, you can feel the purity of the spirit, which is endless because of the name.

And his mood was unprecedentedly good, and he even took the initiative to ask Ying: "Sir Si Chen, we need Li Ji to help you clear away the evil of heaven and ghosts and smooth the way forward."

The flute boy ghost was extremely angry and his eyes were extremely sharp. He was envious and jealous of these guys who lived on the Shinto Way of Light.

Sure enough, they were born with good luck and blessed with purple energy. In such a horrific disaster like the Great Cambrian, someone was able to give them a name, freedom and divinity.

This also means that from today on, the Huaxu and Xihe clans who have received new names are not just a part of this world. Their future divinity and beliefs do not have to be assimilated to half of this world. It can even be said that,

Soon, they will no longer have natural enemies on this continent.

After receiving a name, the Huaxu family is no longer rootless.

If he is determined to destroy the Celestial Ghost clan, it is obviously not impossible.

The flute boy ghost looked at the dark wolf who had turned against him, filled with hatred in his heart, but he was helpless.

The Celestial Ghosts are born to kill, and their path of slaughter is endless. In the eyes of this group of compassionate creatures, they are monsters who do not deserve to live in this world. Even the Tao Demons in the darkness have abandoned the existence of the Celestial Ghosts.

There is no concept of race among the gods and ghosts, and they lack the ability to coexist. In order to survive, they can stay together and plunder, occupy, and kill other races together.

But they will never give their backs to their own kind, so in order to survive, they can tear apart the flesh and blood of their companions to strengthen themselves.

Therefore, in the extremely long history, when the Bronze Gate was still under the control of its master, no one was willing to give a name to a being like the Heavenly Ghost whose instinct was to kill.

For the ancient gods, obtaining a name was an extravagant hope, but for the Celestial Ghost Clan, such extravagant hope was something they never dared to even think about.

The flute boy ghost couldn't help but look at the ghost wolf with hidden envy.

Human beings were afraid of the coming of the Great Cambrian, so they gave it a name. From now on, it no longer has to suffer the torture of hunger or the pain of having its jaw stretched out.

He knew in his heart that the reversal of today's battle would soon become an important opportunity for the destruction of their Heavenly Ghost clan. He felt extremely unwilling to do so, but he was unwilling to just sit back and wait for death.

The ghost boy's eyes never looked like he was dead, but his heart was as calm and calm as death.

He took out a black, curved and long horn like you from his shabby short robe, and blew it in a low voice.

It's like a tragic prelude to a war.

There was a soft snap.

The heavy sound of the horn was suddenly interrupted.

The horn in the mouth of the flute boy ghost was slapped hard by a hand and flew out.

He looked at the young man in front of him with cold eyes, and there were cold white electric flames and thunderbolts flashing on his sharp horns.

He saw the young man rubbing his head with a headache, and seemed to complain: "Will you die if you don't fight?"

The Ditong Ghost was stunned.

I thought to myself that if the ghosts and ghosts didn't know how to fight, they would really die.

What a stupid question he asked.

Balian had already finished eating the sweet cake in his pouch, and the ghost looked shrewd this day, not like a black dog that would feed easily.

He racked his brains and held it in for a long time, and then he had no choice but to shamelessly call out the white wolf with his bare hands: "Travelers in Longshang play the flute at night. If you like it, you can call it Longdi in the future."

The flute boy ghost raised his head blankly, his throat moved involuntarily, and he couldn't react for a long time. He only felt that all the murderous and violent energy hidden in his chest was collapsing little by little, leaving only a look of longing and desire.

The poor skin looked at this young man motionless.

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