The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 460 You Can't Talk
The sound of a zither sounded misty, like a breeze coming slowly at night, or like a sea breeze blowing across the sea surface, creating layers of ripples
The blood-colored light emerged from the strings, forming a circle of light little by little. The circle of light was not that big at first, just like a blood-colored bracelet.

In the slight sunlight, it exudes a clear and bright light.

It seems to give people a feeling of hazy charm.

Qian Yuling blinked, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to press the somewhat swollen temples. The halo of light can still confuse people. Is this an illusion?
The bloody circle of light grew bigger and bigger with the slow playing of the zither. Because of the appearance of the circle of light, Qian Yuling could clearly see the two tentacles that were coming to attack Leng Wushang, as well as the The tentacles that kept waving and trying to struggle away had a tendency to slowly stop.

The raccoon also felt that its own state was wrong, and at the same time, it also noticed the weirdness of the light circle, so it hurriedly broke out of this state, and it didn't care about the controlled tentacle, but turned the original attacking tentacle He quickly turned in one direction to the shot above Leng Wushang's head to attack the bloody circle of light.

Compared to attacking Leng Wushang on the premise that it may not necessarily hurt him, it might as well switch its target to the blood-colored aperture, because the pressure brought to it by this aperture is too great, and the raccoon is most afraid of it. The only ones are illusions, they have no eyes, and some are just spiritual senses. This illusion can most affect their thinking, so the bloody halo must be broken, otherwise the bloody halo will limit its strength.

Facing the sudden change of the raccoon's move, Leng Wushang's smile remained unchanged, and the cold light in his eyes flashed past.

He turned sideways and spun around, avoiding the tentacles rolled from behind.

He plucked the blood-colored strings even faster, from the ethereal sound at the beginning to the rush like heavy rain now, and the sound of the piano hits the ears one after another.

The rapid sound of the piano, combined with the bursts of blood light emitted by the blood-colored halo, faintly seemed to be able to trigger some violent impulse in the bottom of the heart.

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The sound of the piano entered into the raccoon's mind, causing the pear mouse to utter a sharp cry in an instant, trying to destroy the sound with its own voice, but the malice brought to it by the sound was too great, making it a little uncomfortable .

"Human beings, you really deserve to die." Waves of sound spread out as the cracked mouth of the raccoon opened and closed, vibrating the air and making a sound.

"Oh, you can talk, I thought you were a holy beast that can't talk." Leng Wushang's eyes moved, the corners of his mouth curled up in mockery, and his voice came directly to the raccoon's sense of divine sense. middle.

The raccoon naturally heard the sarcasm in Leng Wushang's words, and became angry for a while, you can't speak, your whole family can't speak, the raccoon roared angrily in its heart.

And the tentacle, which had stopped because of listening to Leng Wushang's words, speeded up in an instant, and flew directly above the bloody circle of light.

However, what it didn't expect was that the blood-colored halo seemed to be a solid entity, but when its tentacles hit it, it was directly thrown into the air, as if it had been whipped into the air.

The white tentacles passed through the bloody circle of light, and hit Leng Wushang's piano with a trace of inertia.

Leng Wushang narrowed his eyes, raised his palm, and slid his five fingers across the strings, making a piercing sound instantly.

With the ear-piercing sound of the piano, the originally illusory blood-colored halo that looked like a shadow suddenly became a reality, and it actually directly covered the tentacles.

A red light flashed in Leng Wushang's eyes, and he clenched his left hand abruptly, the originally three-meter-wide aperture shrank instantly, directly enclosing the tentacle tightly inside.

Leng Wushang knew from the very beginning that this guy would come to attack his circle of light, so he had already made preparations and invited you into the urn.

(End of this chapter)