Looking at the thin man whose body was controlled by Xiao Ling again, Chu Ling's eyes flashed with light and he said in a low tone: "Sure enough, it's not that easy to be beaten to death."
????"Purple Ming Demon Xiao?!" Shen Bing'er and Yi Yue both looked at the long flute in the thin man's hand with shocked faces and said in unison.
After finishing speaking, the two of them looked at each other immediately. They had heard the story of Demon Night Girl since childhood, just like when Caiyun was in China, they heard that Pangu created the sky and Nuwa created humans.
It is precisely because of this that when the legendary night girl's musical instrument that never leaves her body actually appears in front of them, they will be so shocked in their hearts!
People who have never truly experienced this feeling cannot understand the feeling of legend appearing before their eyes.
"Is the Purple Dark Magic Flute a very famous weapon in the legends of your original world?" Chu Ling asked curiously at this time.
"Are you kidding me? You don't know about such a famous legend? Wait, are you from the earth?!" Concubine Hu on the side suddenly realized and pointed at Chu Ling and said.
"Is there any problem?" Chu Ling asked doubtfully. This time Xuanyuan Sword Tomb was born, and there were not only 10,000 but also 8,000 masters from the entire earth. What's so surprising about this?
Ten thousand may seem like a lot of people, but you must know that this number basically represents the approximate number of third-level masters on the entire earth, which is around tens of thousands.
Among the billions of people on earth, there are only tens of millions of people with super powers, and among these tens of millions, only these tens of thousands can truly stand at the top. It is conceivable how rare third-level masters are.
While the strong men of the fourth level have not yet spread widely, the third level is obviously still the upper ceiling of the supernatural world, and this power system will continue to last for a long time as expected.
After all, the fourth level currently only has such a concept, and there are too few people who can actually reach it. Even in the original world where there are many superpowers, it is estimated that only a few dozen people have touched this threshold.
And this is just touching the threshold. Those who can really step into the threshold may have to pay half the price.
There are so few fourth-level masters in the original world, let alone those on Earth. Perhaps the real fourth-level masters can only be counted on ten fingers.
"Hmph! What do mortals on earth have to be proud of? You know that I am the legendary Nine-Tailed Clan of Qingqiu. How dare you lure those magic soldiers to chase me?!" Concubine Hu was obviously still jealous of General Chu Ling.
Bing's hatred was directed towards her and she became indignant.
But it's not her fault. I'm afraid anyone who has experienced the fear of almost being killed will hate the person who tricked him to the core.
When Chu Ling heard this, he said calmly: "If you hadn't laughed, maybe we wouldn't have been chased by the magic soldiers. Didn't you see that I almost convinced them? Why are you laughing suddenly? What's there?
funny?"
Concubine Hu's face turned red when she heard this, and she said with some embarrassment: "Well, can you blame me? Your tone at that time was so old-fashioned, it was really funny."
"Okay, now is not the time to quarrel." Chu Ling did not intend 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 to begin with, even if Chu Ling had no warning.
Even if Concubine Hu was used as a shield, he wouldn't feel any guilt at all.
There is so much blood on my hands, what does it matter if there is one more?
So in Chu Ling's opinion, this matter was nothing to worry about. If Concubine Hu could survive, her life would be good, but Chu Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did at that time.
He looked at the thin man in the distance who was controlled by the flute spirit and walked slowly towards him. He quickly stood up and said loudly to the people around him: "Everyone, run! That flute is a very dangerous weapon, and you will see everyone there."
All the living people in the world have their souls refined!"
"What?! This shouldn't be true. According to legend, although Ye Nu has killed countless people, the only thing she keeps close to her body is her long flute. I heard that it was a token of love given to her by the person she loves most. As a result,
Not long after, her lover died of illness."
"That's why Ye Nu always plays the flute, just so that she can miss her lover all the time." Yiyue said in surprise.
While several people were talking, an expert who did not believe in evil suddenly rushed out from the crowd. He raised his hand and grabbed the Ziming Demon Xiao in the thin man's hand.
"Boy, you are not qualified to own this flute, so let someone who is qualified to pick it up take it!"
But at this moment, I heard the thin man open his mouth and say in a female voice: "Qualifications? Do you have it?"
Hearing this voice, the master's expression suddenly changed. Before he even saw any movement, his body was exploded into a ball of blood mist!
"What?!" The faces of the surrounding third-level masters changed drastically when they saw this scene, but Chu Ling didn't feel the slightest surprise and smiled: "What am I talking about? There are always people who don't believe in evil. That person has been killed by the Purple Ming Demon.
The Xiao spirit controls the Xiao, and he is the Ziming Demon Xiao!"
In fact, Chu Ling was just not sure whether Xiao Ling had identified him. If Xiao Ling just wanted to kill him, the experts around him would never help and would not dare to help.
So Chu Ling immediately gave them the impression that Ziming Demon Xiao would kill the living!
At this time, Chu Ling was even more excited to see a real master dare to go up and grab the treasure. It was like giving him a pillow when he felt sleepy.
Now that the facts were before his eyes, Chu Ling turned to look at Yiyue and said, "You saw it, I'm not talking nonsense."
"How could this happen..." Yiyue felt a little hurt. You must know that she still liked the story of Ye Nu at the beginning, and was even more moved by her infatuation.
Shen Bing'er glanced at her and said: "Of course the stories you heard when you were a child only had a good side, but do you know that Zi Ming Demon Xiao was not called this name at the beginning, but was called Zi Ming Xiao."
"It was precisely because Ye Nu used the flute as a weapon every time she killed someone, and the splashed blood dyed the flute's body red. Gradually, everyone began to call Zi Ming Xiao Zi Ming Xiao."
At this time, Xiao Ling slowly walked towards Chu Ling's direction step by step, and said at the same time: "I'm going to kill you, humans!"
"Zhengzhengzheng!"
At this moment, all the divine soldiers in the air let out a long cry, and then each of them attacked Xiao Ling with their own light!
"Hmph! You don't even have a suitable military leader, yet you dare to seek death!" Upon seeing this, Xiao Ling snorted coldly, raised the long flute, put it to his lips, and blew out an ethereal and clear flute sound.
A song full of resentment was played by the flute spirit. This song contained resentment and grief, but more importantly, it was endless pain. That kind of pain was simply engraved into the bone marrow. The sound of the flute alone could make people feel sad.
Feel the deep emotions in it.
As this piece of music was played, a strong sound wave filled the world. All the magic weapons seemed to have received a strong impact at this moment, and the energy on the weapons began to dim.
The masters present held their heads and screamed incessantly. Even the ground was shaken to pieces by the sound of the flute. Before the song was even halfway through, everyone was about to lose half of their lives!
Veins popped out on Chu Ling's head. Even he was still affected by the music. He felt that the emotions in the flute sound came to life. Those resentments, those hatreds, those resentments, and those angers all seemed to be...
It's like it was applied to him!
Those tortures and pains are enough to drive a normal person completely crazy!
Even though Chu Ling's tolerance for pain was amazing, she was still on the verge of collapse under such desperate flute sounds!
"Ahhh!" At this moment, a master suddenly let out a scream, and his whole head was shattered by the sound of the flute like a watermelon!
With the first one, there was the second one. Under the sound of the flute, the heads of many third-level masters suddenly exploded.
"Twenty-Four Swords of Yintian!"
Just when everyone was struggling painfully under the sound of the flute, a voice suddenly came from the distance, and then a white light sword energy was seen slashing towards Xiao Ling from a distance.
"Bang!"
A loud noise broke the rhythm of the flute sound, and a violent wave of energy spread out in all directions!