Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Underground, Bian He's sword light collided with the formation, stirring up the blood pool and exploding a blood wave three meters high.

The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon sat leisurely, with a suit of pitch-black armor standing beside him. Black air was flowing inside the armor, and a vague human shape could be seen.

In the palms of the left and right hands, where the black energy of the armor was condensed, each held an object. In the left hand was a hexagonal array disk, and the central hub was rotating at a fairly fast speed, indicating that it was already in an activated state.

The obscure runes on it looked even more complicated than Liu Muqing's Five Elements Trap Formation.

In his right hand he held a strange black and red flute. The black air seemed to be its breeding ground and nourishment. The Holy Dragon Son held it lightly with his jade fingers, but it was reluctant to let go.

Bian He practiced both the Daoxuan Sutra and the Taixuan Sutra, and also learned refining equipment. He could not make out any clues about the formation, nor could he make out any clues about the black armor, which did not seem to be a refining item.

There are talismans everywhere on it, which makes it look more like the work of a talisman master.

"Brother Bian, there's something strange about that black flute."

The moment the Holy Son of the Dragon picked up the black flute, Zhou Rui felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart and had a bad premonition.

"Help me break the formation first!"

Bian He's eyebrows jumped, and he also felt that the black flute was extraordinary. He immediately concentrated his energy in his dantian and stepped on a jade ruler with each foot, as if he was stepping on a hard ground made of green glass.

The aura of Taixuan Dao emanated from between his eyebrows, and wind and thunder suddenly condensed on the blade. With a crackling sound, a pressure like a storm was pouring out.

Thunder Blade, Jingzhe!

Zila // The formation in front of the Holy Dragon Son was like a mirror pierced by bullets, shattered into pieces. A faint white light flowed forward, sweeping away everything in its path, and headed straight for the Holy Dragon Son's forehead.

But at this time, the black flute had reached the lips of the Holy Son of the Dragon, and an indescribable wave of filthy sound spread outward with him as the center.

The pale white knife light flickered, and the Holy Son of the Dragon God frowned suddenly. He dodged the skull throne and stretched out his left hand, as white as jade, to reach for Bian He's heart.

As soon as the jade hand approached his chest, a rumbling thunder exploded from Bian He's body. Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Dragon quickly withdrew his jade hand, turned around and blew out a harsh symbol.

In an instant, the black air condensed and turned into a skull, rushing towards Bian He. Bian He had used up all his moves, and the skull throne was blown to pieces by Jingzhe's sword.

Just as the old strength was exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, a green light came from behind and actually froze the skull that was like an invisible object.

Xuanbing, ten thousand year old Xuanbing!

Bian He seized the opportunity and did not give the Son of the Divine Dragon a chance to breathe. He stabbed him again with his sword and moved closer.

"Brother Bian, be careful!"

Junior Sister Liu's reminder came from behind. Bian He did not put away his sword. If he did, he would be harmed. Those who practice swordsmanship are fearless. They live and die under the sword.

Once the sword is struck, it is better to die with honor than to retreat!

Facing this fierce sword attack, the Holy Son of the Dragon Spirit did not retreat but advanced instead. The black armor and black air on his side, wrapped around the black flute, condensed into a spear, as if he was going to collide head-on with Bian He's sword.

However, the imagined scene did not appear. When Bian He's sword light was still away from the Holy Son of the Dragon, it suddenly became ineffective.

The spear transformed by the black flute pierced Bian He's chest fiercely. Fortunately, thanks to Liu Muqing's reminder, Bian He was warned in advance. At the critical moment, he changed the chop to a diagonal cut and intercepted the black flute's body.

"Back!"

At this time, Zhou Rui's support arrived late. A water blue silk ribbon was wrapped around Bian He's waist and pulled him back to the blood pool.

The formation plate in the black armor's left hand was spinning rapidly, and the scattered formation was condensed again in the blood pool. The Holy Son of the Divine Dragon looked at the three people coldly and blew the flute again.

"Brother Bian, Brother Zhou, be careful of the dragon energy on this person. It can interfere with magic weapons and make them ineffective."

Just now, Bian He's precious sword lost its luster due to the interference of dragon energy.

There was no so-called halftime break. As soon as Bian He landed, waves of sound came one after another, accompanied by the rhythm of the black flute played by the Son of the Dragon.

"Ugh..."

Zhou Rui suddenly covered his head in pain and choked, his expression ferocious and embarrassed. Bian He's eyes also showed some struggle, but he quickly reacted.

He swallowed a few pills, then made a gesture with his fingers and chanted the twelve-character mantra of the Daoxuan Sutra. A faint green light emanated from his body, and the sound waves of the flute could not intrude at all.

"Everyone be careful, the sound of the flute can control the mind!"

The penetrating wound on his chest was so painful that Bian He broke out in a cold sweat. Coupled with the devilish sound in his ears, it was a bit difficult for him to resist. Only Liu Muqing was present, acting calm and composed as if nothing had happened.

"The sound of the flute can control the mind, so why am I fine?"

“Yes, I have a seal placed on me by five Jindan masters, which is to prevent the spiritual consciousness below Yuanying from spying on me.

Naturally, this also includes the spiritual attacks on my mind. Diyin controls my mind. As long as I don't actively release my spiritual consciousness, Diyin's attacks will be ineffective against me.

Unless the divine consciousness of the Holy Dragon Son can be strengthened to the level of Nascent Soul. "

Liu Muqing quickly figured out the reason. Although her spiritual awareness was the weakest among those present, her defense was unique.

"Lin Luo, you are worthy of being my teacher. You are quite foresighted."

Liu Muqing pretended to show pain on her face, intending to play the pig and eat the tiger, but at this moment, a strange yet familiar cry for help came from Liu Muqing's mind.

"Big...sister...save...me..."

The sound came from her heart, coming from her innate ability to communicate with small animals, and the sound came from underground.

"Hmm? This voice... seems to really be Xiao Hei!"

Xuanshui Black Snake, no, now it’s Xuanshui Black Dragon.

Liu Muqing didn't care about disguising herself and quickly reminded Bian He in front of her that the Holy Son of the Dragon should attack with the sound of the flute and control his mind.

He was the only reckless man who was proficient in both magic and Taoism who could barely resist.

"Brother Bian, watch your step!"

The Xuanshui Black Snake is best at hiding its breath and launching sneak attacks. It is extremely poisonous. Now that it has evolved into the Xuanshui Black Flood Dragon, I wonder what other magical powers it has.

If Bian He was bitten by Xiao Hei, he would basically die.

"Underfoot?"

Bian He's heart trembled, and while he was trying his best to resist the attack of the flute, he separated a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to explore the blood pool under his feet. The attack of spiritual consciousness was hard to defend against, and each wisp of spiritual consciousness was extremely painful.

In a trance, he saw a pool of blood surging under his feet, and a bloody mouth swallowing him from bottom to top.

"disease!"

At the critical moment, Bian He used the twelve-word mantra of the Daoxuan Sutra to protect himself, and he barely avoided being swallowed by the bloody mouth.

"Xiao Hei, what's wrong with you?"

"I...can't control...myself, ahhhh!"

Xiao Hei's angry shout echoed in Liu Muqing's heart, but she had no time to support Bian He, because at this moment, Zhou Rui stood beside her.

Suddenly he attacked Liu Muqing with a ferocious and fanatical look, exactly the same as Wang Xiaoxiao before.

"Humph, I've been on guard against you!"

The aqua blue ribbon seemed to be a magic weapon with both offensive and defensive capabilities, which complemented Zhou Rui's lustful personality. It split into two and then into four, flying towards Liu Muqing from all directions, as if wanting to play a bondage game with her.

There was a flash of blood in Liu Muqing's eyes, and the bloody evil spirit that she had just absorbed surged to her eyebrows, leaving a residual image on the spot, and she instantly appeared in front of Zhou Rui.

A purple-colored pill thunder was casually put into his arms, and then Liu Muqing moved back like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"burst!"