We are in the wilderness, I am the god of time travel

"Fang Hao, something happened in the Kyushu Immortal Mansion, you wait and follow me, as long as my life is still alive, you won't have an accident. At this moment, Fang Hao's ears heard the voice of the Supreme Elder Nangong Wan.

"Great Elder, don't worry, we'll be fine. Fang Hao was a little moved, and said in a rather calm tone.

Although the cultivation of this clone was only in the merge period, Fang Hao felt that his combat power would not be worse than that of any Zhantian Immortal, after all, he had absorbed a mass of innate spirit stone veins as large as the planet, and his current strength could explode the star with one palm.

If it really didn't work, and Xiao Bai, the nine-tailed divine fox of the Flood Desolation Law Heavenly Immortal Realm, was secretly guarding, Fang Hao didn't think that an immortal's cave could pose a threat to the Flood Desolation Law Heavenly Immortal.

At this moment, however, the sound of bagpipes rang out.

The tactful and melodious voice filled the entire psychedelic fantasy, and at first, the voice was like crying, like a deep resentful woman crying, low and hoarse.

Everyone felt extremely sad, even Fang Hao's incomparably powerful divine sense was affected, and even many sentimental immortal cultivators had moist eyes and wept.

Qingshuang not far from Fang Hao, his eyes lit up, this immortal mansion actually had the existence of a music avenue.

"Everyone be careful, keep the Lingtai clear, and don't be manipulated by this flute. Seeing that everyone was greatly affected, the Qiankun Daoist immediately shouted.

Although the Qiankun Daoist is sober at the moment, he also feels extremely sad in his heart, and the memories of life and death in this life continue to emerge in his heart, such as his parents, his senior brothers and sisters, and his heart is still greatly shaken.

Even though he knew it was the bagpipes, he still couldn't control his heart.

It can only be said that this flute sound is very weird.

Fang Hao could obviously feel the special feature of this flute, he had heard Qingshuang's piano sound, compared to Qingshuang's piano sound, this flute sound seemed to have the effect of enchanting people.

It can make your mood enter negative emotions, but the sound of Qingshuang's piano that Fang Hao once heard can make people's mood calm and natural, and integrate into nature.

Everyone present struggled to resist the sound of bagpipes.

The people present, only Qingshuang only frowned slightly, but she didn't react much, obviously the flute sound didn't have much effect on her, think about it, as a god with the world's innate defense spirit treasure, ordinary rhythm attacks were not effective for him at all.

Just when people's hearts are broken, the flute turns!

Suddenly, the sound of the flute was like a galloping horse, fighting on the battlefield, Jin Ge Iron Horse!

The atmosphere of the entire psychedelic realm became thick and suppressed, as if it was filled with a layer of killing atmosphere.

I felt the battlefield, either you die, or I die!

The kind of killing between life and death deeply shocked everyone's hearts.

"Not good. "

With Fang Hao's powerful divine sense, he felt that his whole person's mind was a little unsupportable, not to mention the other people present.

The sound was like a magic sound, constantly burrowing into his head, even though he knew that there was something wrong with the flute and should not be at its mercy, but he still couldn't control it.

"Powerful, the way of rhythm is to unconsciously let people be controlled by it, and this flute shows that everyone knew the danger at first, but they still couldn't control themselves, and watched themselves fall into it step by step. In the crowd, Qingshuang whispered in admiration.

Everyone present already belonged to the top immortal cultivators in the immortal cultivation world, and they were completely unable to resist the temptation of the flute, how could they dare to be distracted to listen to others.

"Ah, kill, kill, kill!!

".

Suddenly, a voice shouted.

Fang Hao glanced at it and couldn't help but shake his head, it turned out to be a demon Dao powerhouse, the demon cultivator was originally demonic, and he was more devouring and killing, this demon cultivator was only in the god transformation stage, and it was natural that he would be the first to completely enter the demon.

I saw the man running frantically towards the fog ahead, his eyes were red, and his mouth was shouting "Kill, kill." "

His hands frantically attacked the open space in front of him, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

It's like opening a Pandora's box.

"Kill, kill, I'm going to kill you. "

Another crazy roar rang out, and another person was completely enchanted.

This person is a junior of the Xuantian Sect.

I saw him roar wildly, and at the same time run towards the depths of the fog at a faster speed, and at the same time, his hand was also frantically attacking the empty land in front of him.

"Kill, kill, die, die. The two men roared wildly and attacked at the same time, as if there was some enemy with whom he had a vendetta.

Their eyes were red, and they were completely insane.

Soon after, the two began to fight.

"Poof!".

The two of them attacked frantically at all, and under this way of fighting, the two soon sent weapons into each other's bodies, and Yuan Ying was also shattered in the struggle, and he really died.

After the death of the two, everyone present was extremely shocked, and the two masters of the peak of the god transformation died like this? Just like the feeling of two people fighting in the martial arts, everyone couldn't help but have a ridiculous feeling in their hearts.

"Cang Songzi doesn't seem to be able to bear it anymore. "

Only a terrible scream was heard, and at this moment, Situ Xue's whole person was completely crazy, and the energy in his body was surging.

The long silver hair flew in the wind, like sharp arrows, but the lips were black, and there was a trace of magic on the face.

Enchanted.

The black-haired old man who had been closing his eyes to resist the magic sound suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Cang Songzi like this, frowned, slapped Cang Songzi's shoulder with a slam, and shouted in a low voice: "Cang Songzi, wake up quickly!"

Then Cang Songzi had completely lost herself, and suddenly turned around, her long silver hair pierced the black-haired old man like sharp arrows, and her red eyes were full of tyranny.

The black-haired old man sighed in his heart when he saw that Cang Songzi was completely enchanted, and he didn't care anymore, quietly flew not far away, continued to close his eyes, and devoted himself to resisting the sound of the magic flute.

Cang Songzi seemed to be affected by something, roared angrily, and rushed forward frantically.

"They all run forward, is there anything special there?" Fang Hao began to think as he resisted the sound of the flute.