The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Like a ghost, the unreal face is tearing the purple zither sound crazily.

The two sides are fighting.

In the end, the purple zither gradually lost its performance, and gradually lost its support, so that the broken music continued, and the melody beat became more and more disorderly.

"No way."

Ziqianmo frowned, "this resentment is too deep."

Even the grandfather of Zifu period can't be suppressed alone!

At this critical moment, a melodious flute of Qingyue joined in. The sound of the flute is very thick and dark, and its skill is even above the purple Qin sound.

The flute is very strong.

With a very tough attitude, circle by circle, layer by layer and bunch by bunch, those deep resentments were calmed down. Those ferocious boy and girl's illusory faces on the pillar of light, as if they saw something extremely terrible, showed their fear one after another, hurriedly retreated into the center of the pillar of light, and did not dare to show their arrogance again.

"It's Mo Yan."

Ziqianmo looked up, a pair of light clear glass eyes, closely watching those black transparent flute sound.

Bai Ze is good at observing Qi.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it's just black flute sound, but she can see the trace of imperial dragon spirit contained in the flute sound.

The emperor's Dragon Spirit can kill evil and demons.

Ghosts and evil spirits, evil spirits see it, also want to retreat!

Grandfather's silent piano is too soft, just purification, but the whole jar of blood, the lives of thousands of boys and girls, what a terrible resentment ah, purification of the sound, after all, can not play a big role.

Look at that thousand children's evil spirit light column, it's about to form a demon of resentment.

Fortunately, let Mo Yan hand in time to suppress.

"It's just a temporary crackdown."

Behind him came Mo Yan's voice as deep as wine.

Ziqianmo turned his head, and saw that he was a man of great depth, a man of dark clothes, with long hair like ink, and a jade flute in his hand. He was as beautiful as a God.

The sky and the earth are colored with glass, and the blue sky is bright.

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Beilan is a wild land in the extreme north.

Nine mountains, continuous around together, forming a circle.

This place is called jiulianhuan demon mountain.

The largest and most rampant demon sect in Beilan Kingdom, jiulianhuan demon sect, was built here.

Among them, the ninth demon mountain, dark wolf Yelin, slowly opened his eyes.

"Gu Yueli's share of this month's blood has not yet been handed in." The wolf night Lin looks unhappy, blue eyes of the wolf, full of killing, "this little fox demon, since the emperor built an ancient Moon Temple, more and more do not pay attention to the mountain master!"

"Report back to master, Gu Yueli has been arrested by the human court and has been beheaded." Zhu Xian, the third disciple, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.

Zhu Xian is a wild boar demon. He looks very rough, fat and full of flesh.

"What?"

The wolf Yelin changed color and looked angry. A wolf claw smashed the table made of steel and roared, "damn human! Damn the court, I don't pay attention to the ninth demon mountain! Even the demon of the mountain master dares to kill? "

Zhu Xiang said: "it's said that the jar of blood collected by the little fox demon is still in the hands of the imperial court."

"Oh?"

The wolf Yelin was so excited that he said, "the mountain master needs a lot of heart blood for his recent training. Zhu Xian, go and get that jar of heart blood back for the mountain master!"

"Yes, I do."

Zhu Xian kowtowed three times respectfully, picked up his rake, and went out of the mountain to the direction of the imperial capital.