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Chapter 1514: A flute tune to send off the heroes... Give me some face... (Update)

Immortal ancient, nest world.

A flute tune was heard, and in the ancient nest of evil, above a volcano-like cave, a figure appeared with a jade flute across his lips.

Thirty-three blood moons were swaying, and he looked transcendent under the bloody moonlight, like a banished immortal, with fluttering robes, indescribably extraordinary and otherworldly.

This man was very handsome, with a flawless face, crystal clear skin, and a holy glow. He smiled, nodded to Shi Hao and the others, then nodded slightly to Xu Xin's face that appeared in the distant sky.

This extraordinary man, with a bone flute as white as jade at his lips, his clothes fluttering and his body crystal clear, stood above the reddish-brown broken mountain of the evil nest and played a fairy tune.

"A flute sound sent to the heroes."

These were his gentle words, and he began to play the flute, as if celestial music fell from the sky.

The ancient places in the Nest Realm, especially the evil nest, became a bloody Shura killing field. Many people were shouting, and crystal petals were falling from the sky, piercing those people and turning them into blood.

As the flute sounds, crystal clear petals fall and dance under the moon. It is a magnificent picture.

However, behind the beauty, strong people died one after another, and the world was stained with blood.

"It's you... who caused all this..."

Beside Shi Hao, Qin Hao was covered in blood, staring at the man. When he was adventuring in the ancient land before, several people traveled with him, but they all died in it.

The music is faint and echoes under the blood moon.

The man looked peaceful and just smiled calmly as a response to Qin Hao.

He had an immortal aura all over his body, even his hair was crystal clear and emitted a soft light.

Such a holy and handsome young man, coupled with the screams coming one after another in the distance, seems both out of place and strangely fitting.

Blood was spilling and he was laughing, but it didn't make people feel disgusted, just trembling.

Shi Hao, Qin Hao, the ancient freak Dragon Girl, Chang Gong Yan and others gathered together. When the man in front of them appeared, they also wanted to counterattack.

The naughty kid who drank the beast's milk had never suffered such a big loss at the hands of his "peers". His mind could be big or small. When he was ruthless, he could even snatch the dirt from the God-Slayer. He really ate dirt.

A pitch-black arrow streaked across the sky, and the ancient freak Longbow stretched out his hand. The world began to shake violently, and black ripples spread out with him as the center, sweeping in all directions like a tide.

This was a powerful divine energy. The heaven and earth rumbled in all directions. Many plants and trees sprouted from the ground, and even some rocky mountains broke off. They rose and fell with the black ripples, bobbing up and down like duckweed in the sea.

The magic power is so terrifying that this ancient freak is unstoppable when he gets angry. The power he releases is unstoppable, and the heaven and earth will shake and make sounds because of it.

The most violent and frightening thing was the black tip of the arrow, emitting black light and extremely sharp. The ancient arrow turned into a black light and shattered the void.

All gods would be terrified by these scenes. An arrow could shock the world, but if it pierced through the body, the person would surely die.

However, this arrow could not lock onto the young man who looked like a banished immortal. On the barren mountain like a volcano, his figure leaped away and disappeared into thin air.

At the same time, the Dragon Girl's real dragon claws, Qin Hao's fairy light, Shi Hao's Kunpeng technique, etc., all hit the stone mountain, breaking that piece of heaven and earth, but none of them hit the man.

The flute music is still there, lingering and melodious, like a piece of immortal music falling from the sky.

The man who was like a banished immortal, had planned for ten lifetimes, and had already mastered part of this den of evil. The magic array was activated with him, and no one could defeat him.

Shi Hao and the others were trapped in a trap, and it was difficult for them to protect themselves. It was impossible for them to counterattack. If they had not joined forces, they would have died in it long ago... Oh no, if they pushed the kid into a corner, they might be able to counterattack from the dead, but the others might not end up well... "Come back!"

In the distant void, Xu Xin opened his mouth slowly, and a golden avenue appeared in front of Shi Hao and others. Those who had managed to survive in various parts of the ancient land of the Nest Realm, all had hope in their eyes, and rushed towards the golden light.

"Give me some face!"

At this moment, the exiled immortal was preparing to make a move, with an innumerable group of ghosts, demons and gods protecting him. A Qiankun bag opened, emitting wisps of light.

But as Xu Xin spoke, the void became chaotic, and this handsome man who looked like a banished immortal just nodded.

The Qiankun bag was simple and gloomy. The aura of the Great Dao was faintly compelling. It was a terrifying secret treasure. It was made up of the original divine skins of dozens of ancient beasts, with dense runes. It could collect mountains, rivers, and all things. Even if a god was collected, he would be immediately dissolved and turned into blood and bones.

This thing is extremely terrifying. Legend has it that there was a great treasure in ancient times. It was made from the skins of tens of thousands of ancestral beasts and is said to be able to hold three thousand states in the upper realm and to smelt the endless stars in the universe.

The exiled immortal's Qiankun bag certainly did not have such power, but it was made of the skins of nearly a hundred ancient mythical beasts. It was enough to deal with those first-generation and freaks who were still fleeing.

Shouts and howls sounded from time to time, and petals were falling all over the world, carrying fragrance, as if carved from jade, crystal clear, falling down.

Every petal was stained with blood, killing one powerful man after another.

The sound of the flute never ceased, turning into pieces of notes that killed the heroes, it was extremely terrifying.

Blood flowers kept flashing, looking very sad and beautiful. The petals with bloodshot were very gorgeous, like stars falling from the sky and dancing in the mountains.

The banished immortal-like man controlled the Qiankun bag, stood in the void, with a bone flute as white as mutton-fat jade across his lips, driving thousands of ghosts, gods and demons.

The bright red moonlight shines down, appearing enchanting and beautiful.

He is detached from the world and is not concerned with worldly matters.

But the faint sound of the flute made everyone's scalp tingle and their hair stand on end.

"You are so cruel and ruthless, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Someone roared before dying, but the only response he got was a petal made of runes, which cut into his forehead and brought out a string of bright red blood beads.

In the sky, that person was still otherworldly, with a peaceful expression, looking extremely holy, and a smile on his lips.

The petals did not fall towards Longnu, Shi Hao and the others, because the man in the sky would not waste his efforts.

Under the bloody moonlight, the entire nest world became a horrific killing ground, a bloody sea like hell on earth.

"Sir, I give you face, but you are not giving me face by doing this!"

In the void of heaven and earth, a hand fell down, as if to seize the fortune deep in the nest world. The young man holding the flute raised his hand and released a ray of fairy light, and the fairy air was hazy. He spoke gently, his long clothes fluttering, like a banished immortal, standing under the blood moon, ethereal and otherworldly.

At this time, blood was constantly rushing up from the ground and gathering towards that person. There were also runes in the blood, shining brightly.

"You can't use up all this blood and bones. Give me some face!"

Xu Xin's voice sounded again, and the giant hand that covered the sky came down with a bang. This time the target was obvious, which was the essence blood and true bones that the exiled immortal had collected. The exiled immortal had spent ten lifetimes to get these things, so naturally he didn't want to let others take them away like that. A fight was inevitable.

(End of this chapter)