Dig up my divine veins, I will be reborn to take revenge, why are you crying?

As expected of a seventh-level Spirit King, Mr. Lin reacted quickly.

He leaned back and dodged the fatal sword.

However, a palm-sized patch of hair on the top of his head was cut off by the sword, revealing his fair and shiny skin.

He just felt a chill on his forehead and subconsciously raised his hand to touch it.

The next moment, he was so angry that he started howling.

"This elder's hair!"

His anger level instantly soared, and he glared at Yun Luo fiercely: "You little bitch, you're looking for death!"

"Old man, you'd better take my sword first!"

Yun Luo's body flashed, and he raised his sword and stabbed straight forward.

Old Lin snorted coldly and was about to react, but the next moment, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.

what? !

Alarm bells suddenly rang in Mr. Lin’s heart!

He looked around but did not see Yun Luo.

Disappeared? How is that possible!

How could a living person suddenly disappear for no reason?

Could it be that some magic weapon was used?

However, before he could figure out the reason, a cold sword came through the air and pierced his chest directly from behind.

Feeling the chill coming from his chest, Elder Lin slowly lowered his head.

A pair of wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"How can this be……"

His throat gurgled twice, and as Yun Luo pulled out the sword, blood gushed out.

"You lose, old man."

Yun Luo kicked it to the ground, and it landed right in front of Xue Yizhou.

"Mr. Lin!"

Xue Yizhou's face turned pale. Old Lin actually lost. Is he really going to die here today?

"Little Lord……"

Old Lin had only his last breath left at this moment, and he reached out his trembling hand towards Xue Yizhou.

At this moment, he was filled with resentment, but he could only accept the inevitable death.

"Young Master, we are no match for her. If we want to kill her now, there is only one way."

"You mean...?" Xue Yizhou seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, that's the way."

"But that method doesn't require..."

Elder Lin said with all his might, "Young Master, my heart meridians are all destroyed and I am powerless to save you. I will use my remaining life to help you one last time. I only hope that you can treat my family well in the future."

Xue Yizhou made a decision quickly: "Okay, I promise you, I will send someone to take good care of your family."

Only then did Mr. Lin feel relieved.

He glanced at the battle which was already coming to an end. The beast slaves had almost been killed, and even the elders were left with only one person struggling to hold on.

It was obvious that if they hadn't used that method, they would have lost today.

If the young master can't go back this time, his family will have no chance of survival.

Even if it's for his family, he will hold on to his last breath and pave the way for the young master.

"Young Master, hurry up and take out the things. We don't have much time."

Xue Yizhou raised his hand, and something instantly appeared in his palm.

It was a dark bone flute, only as long as an adult's finger, with intricate patterns carved on it.

Old Lin's eyes became fierce, and he slapped his own heart in an instant, then spat a mouthful of blood onto the bone flute.

Then, he whispered something silently, and black gas began to surge out of the bone flute.

Become!

A hint of joy flashed in Xue Yizhou's eyes.

He glanced at Old Lin, who had passed away at some point, and slowly clenched the bone flute in his hand.

"Mr. Lin, just go with peace of mind. This young master will avenge you."

He stood up and looked at the dismembered bodies of beast slaves and the dying poisonous dragon on the ground, his expression full of sinisterness.

"How's it going, little bastard? Have you figured out how to die?"

Yun Luo flew down and landed on the ground, a drop of blood flowed down the sword in her hand and dripped onto the ground.

She deliberately left Xue Yizhou to the end because she wanted him to feel the fear and pain of facing death.

This is much more interesting than just killing him.

Death is too easy for him.

People like him should be tortured and experience the feeling of being worse than death.

"You stinky woman, don't be so proud too soon. This young master will make you pay for your arrogance!" Xue Yizhou said with gritted teeth.

"Really?"

Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly. Why did Xue Yizhou suddenly seem so confident? Could it be that he had some other trump card?

"Xiao Luoluo, be careful, there seems to be something wrong with the thing in his hand." Yuanbao reminded.

At this moment, he was sitting in the space, and a picture appeared in front of him, which was the scene outside.

"What's wrong?" Yunluo asked.

"It's hard to say, but it's very evil and not a good thing. You'd better be careful."

"okay, I get it."

At this moment, Xue Yizhou sneered, then picked up the bone flute, put it to his lips and started playing.

In an instant, black gas spread out from the bone flute and spread in all directions.

"What the hell is this thing?" Yun Luo looked at the black air vigilantly and raised his hand to build a barrier.

But what surprised her was that the black air seemed to be nothing and easily penetrated the barrier.

At the same time, an invisible sound wave spread in the air, like a devil's sound penetrating the brain, constantly stimulating people's eardrums.

Yun Luo only felt her consciousness flash, and a wisp of black air took the opportunity to drill in from behind her ear.

In an instant, she felt a sudden pain in her spiritual sea.

It was as if something invisible suddenly and violently attacked her sea of ​​consciousness.

She quickly gathered her thoughts and sank her consciousness into her sea of ​​knowledge, where she saw a little black man struggling with his fangs and claws bared.

"Little thing, you are looking for death!"

Yun Luo's expression turned fierce and he immediately pounced on him.

The two psychic figures, one white and one black, instantly wrestled with each other.

Outside the sea of ​​consciousness, Xue Yizhou saw Yun Luo close his eyes, and a hint of evil suddenly appeared in his eyes.

You bitch, let me see how you turn the cards around.

No matter how strong your mental strength is, you cannot escape the sound of the magic flute.

At this moment, not only Yunluo, but also the beasts such as Huo Ling and Netherworld Thunder Tiger began to become confused.

Their eyes were empty, as if their minds had suddenly been taken away.

Seeing this, Xue Yizhou became even more proud.

This magic flute is really powerful. I should have taken it out earlier.

He lost so many beast slaves for nothing.

You know, it takes a lot of effort to successfully refine a beast slave.

Not to mention the poisonous dragon, it took him a whole year to refine it.

However, although this magic flute is good, if you want to activate it, you must sacrifice a living person.

And the stronger the person offering the sacrifice, the better the effect.

There is just one thing: this magic flute will cause certain damage to oneself after using it.

This is also the most important reason why he didn't take it out immediately.

I thought that Old Lin and his men were enough to deal with this woman, but I didn't expect that Old Lin was also a waste and actually lost.

This time, their Beast Taming Pavilion lost five elders and dozens of secret guards, as well as so many beast slaves. It was a heavy loss.

But it doesn't matter, he will use the woman's contracted beast to pay off the debt.