Sword Emperor of the Astonishing Sky

After Lin Bai, Li Zhaoxing and others parted.

At this time, on a remote mountain in the Secret Realm of Withered Bones, a bone spirit's eyes were shining.

This bone spirit is particularly different. His bones are made of golden bones. His upper body is covered with flesh and blood, but his lower body is still white bones.

At this moment, the bone spirit was holding a piccolo in his hand. He silently put it down from his mouth, looked up at the place where Lin Bai and Li Zhaoxing were separated, and said lightly: "These four people should be regarded as the four most talented people in Wan Gu City today. Become a disciple."

"I didn't expect that they actually acted separately."

"This really surprises me!"

"It seems there is a little guy who can hear my flute?"

"The sound of my flute is played for the dead. How can he, a living person, hear the sound of my flute?"

The golden bone spirit said with great curiosity.

His eyes were dull, as if he was reminiscing, but after thinking carefully for a long time, he frowned and said with some pain: "It's been too long, too long, too many of my memories have disappeared..."

"No matter what, I must leave this ghost place this time so that I can find my lost memory..."

"No one can stop me."

The golden bone spirit raised his hand and grabbed it forward. A black piccolo appeared in his hand again, put it to his mouth, and started playing slowly.

As the sound of the piccolo came out, under this mountain, the lifeless bone spirit that was originally on the ground slowly stood up and headed in one direction.

And this direction is obviously the direction where Li Zhaoxing and Li Le are.

…

Lin Bai galloped through the forest, heading straight to the south.

Lin Bai was going to find the source of this sound.

"This is so weird, why am I the only one hearing this weird buzzing sound?"

"Li Qianqian and Li Zhaoxing couldn't hear any of them!"

"Why?"

Lin Bai frowned and flew towards the south quickly.

"Lin Bai, wait for me." At this time, Li Qianqian came quickly and caught up with Lin Bai.

Lin Bai looked back: "Why didn't you follow Li Zhaoxing and the others?"

Li Qianqian said: "Outside of Ten Thousand Bones City, if Li Zhaoxing and Li Le act together, they should be able to protect themselves. I am more worried about you, so I followed here."

"Are you going to find the source of this weird buzzing sound?"

Li Qianqian asked curiously.

Lin Bai nodded slightly and said: "Li Qianqian, I guess there must be someone behind this matter, and this weird buzzing sound should be a way to control bone age!"

"But what I'm more curious about is why only I can hear this weird buzzing sound? But none of you can hear it?"

Li Qianqian nodded and said: "This is what I'm more curious about, why can only you hear it?"

Lin Bai said coldly: "Just go and take a look and you will know!"

As he spoke, Lin Bai quickly headed south.

At this time, Li Zhaoxing and Li Le had already encountered a large army of bone spirits, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

The golden bone spirit on the mountain slowly put down the black piccolo, looked somewhere, and said with interest: "Huh? It seems like these two little guys can really hear the sound of my flute?"

"Are they coming in my direction?"

"Can that man hear you?"

"But why is this? The sound of my flute is played to the dead. How can he hear it?"

The golden bone spirit said with some confusion.

"Interesting!" A smile appeared on the corner of the golden bone spirit's mouth.

After finishing speaking, Golden Bone Age continued to play the piccolo.

Lin Bai and Li Qianqian were speeding through the forest, especially Lin Bai. The buzzing sound in his ears was getting closer and closer, letting Lin Bai know that the distance was not far away!

At this moment, Lin Bai suddenly stood on the branch of a towering tree. He looked up and saw a shining golden thing standing on the top of a mountain in front of the bright moon.

Under this mountain, there are densely packed and countless bone spirits lying on the ground.

"found it."

Lin Bai stood on a branch, looked up at the golden bone spirit on the top of the mountain, and said coldly.

Li Qianqian came to Lin Bai's side, looked at the bone spirit on the mountain, frowned and said, "Golden bone spirit? Why have you never seen it in the Secret Realm of Withered Bones before?"

When Lin Bai and Li Qianqian were standing on the branch of a tree watching from a distance, a floating voice came into their ears: "Since you are here, let's come up and meet them."

When Li Qianqian heard this, he was immediately surprised and said: "Who is talking?"

Lin Bai took a deep breath, expressionless, and said silently: "Let's go, he is waiting for us!"

Li Qianqian looked at Lin Bai blankly.

Immediately, Lin Bai jumped up from the tree branch and appeared in mid-air, staring at the golden bone spirit from thousands of meters away.

Li Qianqian followed and stood beside Lin Bai, looking at the golden bone spirit from a distance.

At this moment, Lin Bai and Li Qianqian were surprised to find out.

The upper body of this golden bone spirit is covered with flesh and blood, no different from an ordinary person, but his lower body still maintains the appearance of white bones.

Lin Bai saw this man with a slender face and long hair shawl, standing in front of the bright moon. The breeze blew the hair on his forehead, revealing his narrow eyes with a hint of sneer.

"Did you make those weird sounds?" Lin Bai asked coldly.

The man pursed his thin lips slightly and said with a smile: "I'm curious, why can you hear the sound of my flute?"

Lin Bai said coldly: "The sound spreads throughout the world, so naturally someone can hear it! I can hear it, is it weird?"

The man laughed and said: "It's weird!"

Lin Bai asked curiously: "Why?"

The man laughed and said, "Because the sound of my flute is played for the dead! Only dead people can hear the sound of my flute. How can you, a living person, hear it?"

"Is it possible that you are already a dead thing like the bones on the ground?"

Lin Bai frowned: "Your flute sound..."

The man smiled slightly, raised his hand and grabbed a piccolo from the void, holding it in his hand.

And the moment he saw Piccolo, the Devouring Sword Soul in Lin Bai's body shook violently, and a strong sense of crisis came from the Devouring Sword Soul!

At this moment, Lin Bai finally understood.

Why can I hear this man's flute?

Why can only Lin Bai hear it?

Because this piccolo...is a demonic martial spirit!

"Demon martial spirit!" Lin Bai's eyes flashed and he exclaimed in his heart.

The man held the piccolo and said with a slight smile: "I have been thinking here for a long time and found an explanation from the few memories in my mind!"

"Throughout the ages, there are two types of people who can hear the sound of my flute!"

"One is dead!"

"One is a warrior like me who possesses a demonic spirit..."

The man smiled and said: "I see that you are full of life, and you are obviously not a dead person, so that means... you have a demonic spirit like me, right?"