God level hypnotist

There was a strong strange air blowing towards the face, and it hit like a siege.

Meng Heng frowned, stood up slowly while holding on to a slanted branch, and looked up to the other bank.

On the other side of the stream several feet wide, a group of foxes were slowly approaching.Some are big and some are small, some are pure white in color, some are brownish red, and they may be of different ages.

All of them bared their teeth, their eyes flickered, and they almost wanted to pounce on him, tearing his prey apart.

One of the red foxes with a strong body and shiny hair has crawled to the bank, staring at the not very deep stream, as if intending to cross the stream.

The white fox beside him seemed to be infected by the group of foxes on the opposite side, and it also opened its teeth and claws excitedly, roaring in its throat, and wanted to pounce on Meng Heng again.

At this moment, a low chuckle suddenly came from his ear.

Meng Heng turned his head to look, and saw the man in white who suddenly appeared at an unknown time.

Xuan Yulang was covering his mouth with his wide and white sleeves, seeing Meng Heng turned to look at him, Fang Lue slightly restrained his smile, raised his eyebrows and said: "What do you think I am doing? It's not that I lured them here It is natural for a fox demon to be bloodthirsty and cannibal, and suddenly there is such a beautiful and delicious baby like you in this huge Yumian Mountain, it is like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. You should ask for more blessings."

After speaking, there was another burst of undisguised ridicule.

But Meng Heng didn't seem annoyed, he looked at Xuan Yulang lightly, and when he had finished laughing, Fang asked calmly: "It's natural for fox monsters to eat people? If that's the case, why don't you eat with them?" Meng?"

As he spoke, he quietly picked a few thick leaves from a nearby peach tree and held them in his hands.

"That's because I'm different from low-level monsters like them. I still can't see your vitality." Xuan Yulang said flatly, with a bit of arrogance in his tone.

"Oh? Unexpectedly, your Excellency is not a monster who drinks blood and eats without food." Meng Heng slightly hooked his thin lips, and sneered back.

While talking, I saw that the strong red fox just now had submerged into the stream, moving its limbs nimbly, and was about to cross to the bank.

Seeing this, the foxes behind it were also eager to try, and followed the red fox, swimming end to end in the water and crossing the stream.

Xuan Yulang was annoyed by Meng Hengming's praise and slander, and he wanted to go back with irony, but now seeing the foxes crossing the stream and gradually swarming towards Meng Heng, Fang gloated at his misfortune, and took two steps back, full of interest Looking at Meng Heng with a serious expression, he watched how he would respond.

I saw Meng Heng unhurriedly rubbing the leaves in his hands, picking out the ones with particularly broad leaves, rolling them up slightly, rolling up a slightly warped edge, and then lifting them to his lips.

Xuan Yulang stared at Meng Heng's movements motionlessly, and said with a smile: "Don't tell me that the fox in Yumian Mountain is frightened, what's the use of you taking the leaves? You should break the strongest one on the peach tree Zhi, maybe you can even Zhi Zhi Leng Leng to drive back a few cowardly foxes."

After saying that, he also "kindly" picked up a broken branch on the ground and threw it over, barely at the boy's feet, and said: "Pick it up, pick it up!"

Meng Heng ignored his actions, and only stared intently at the leading flaming fox.

At this time, the fox was still a zhang away from him, and the rest of the foxes were also a zhang away, forming a semicircle and gradually surrounding them.

However, although they were ready to go, they were all cautious, as if they were waiting for the final order.

Meng Heng casually glanced at the man in white who was leaning on a boulder on the right back.

He must be waiting for this person's instructions.

He chuckled lightly, and his movements became calmer. He pressed his thin lips lightly on the simple "instrument", and the air flow oscillated, and there was a melodious melody like a wind whistling in the forest, fluttering intermittently from the thin leaves.

It is not the first time for him to play music with leaves.At the beginning, in order to deepen the technique of hypnosis with vocal music, in addition to training with various ready-made musical instruments, I also intentionally trained to play hypnotic music with various uncommon ethnic musical instruments, and even whatever was available at hand.

Leaves are the most commonly used one.

Although its timbre is far from that of the bamboo flute and qinse, the sharpness of the range can express the eerie and treacherous aspects of the lullaby.

Sometimes it is sobbing, sometimes it is intermittent, and sometimes it is loud and open.

Before they knew it, all the foxes had retreated subconsciously.

Xuan Yulang's expression turned even more serious.

Not to mention that playing music with leaves is unprecedented, and this kind of treacherous and dark tune is even more unheard of.He waved his sleeves impatiently, holding his breath and concentrating on it, not wanting that the melody, like a ray of imperceptible breeze, would sneak into his ears, making him drowsy and uncomfortable.

Looking at those foxes who were originally majestic and mighty, now they are all sprawled, lying down, screaming in their throats, excruciating pain, and their posture is even more unbearable compared to himself.

Xuan Yulang's face was a little cloudy and uncertain.The worst of these foxes has a cultivation base of 200 years, but the red fox at the head has a deeper cultivation base than Hongyu, and at this moment it is actually no match for the young man Yiqu.

He forced himself to stabilize his mind, so that he could slightly drive away some of the irritability and chaos in his heart.Sitting with sleeves thrown, he turned his head to look at Meng Heng.

However, although the young man looks a little tired and haggard, his back is straight and he stands proudly, holding a thin leaf in his hand, like holding a sword and pointing at Changhong.

There seemed to be a slight smile on the boy's lips.

Xuan Yulang raised his eyebrows.This appearance made him a little appreciative, but...

There was a sly smile on his lips, and he moved his fingers lightly, no longer covering up the huge monstrous aura on his body, and walked straight towards Meng Heng.

The foxes were also touched by the sudden breath. They were already almost driven mad by Meng Heng's song, but now they were fighting with each other, trembling, and fell to the ground.

Xuan Yulang glanced at them lightly, waved his sleeves impatiently, and rolled them ten feet away, which slightly relieved the pain of the foxes, and then looked leisurely at the boy not far away.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead, but he still insisted on playing the unfinished song.

But the line of sight turned to Xuan Yulang's side, looking at him with eyes as bright as stars.

Xuan Yulang couldn't help smiling, and said: "What? I see how you can remain calm in this situation."

Seeing that the young man was unmoved, with a tense face and a rather serious expression, he smiled more and more happily: "Can't you bear it? If you can't bear it, don't carry it. You humans are not the best at judging the situation and sizing up trends. Do you avoid disadvantages? If so, just call me uncle obediently, maybe when I am happy, I won't bother you."

However, Meng Heng's blood was already racing, his breath was boiling, and the nerves in his brain were throbbing suddenly, causing him to almost fall to the ground several times, and the leaves in his hands slipped out without knowing when.

From the appearance of the fox group to Xuan Yulang's demonic aura, his persistence has reached his limit.

At this moment, the monster in his body was about to move again, stirring up the bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head to look at Xuan Yulang, his eyes were bloodshot.

This person mostly teased him with his words and demeanor, but he didn't have any clear intentions, he just wanted to watch a show on him.

There is no need to be provoked by this person.

But since he knew that the bloodthirsty desire was caused by the evil nature of the original owner, he must not allow this evil nature to control his will.

The original owner is dead, is it possible that he still wants to use this shell to control himself.

Thinking of this, Meng Heng bent his lips into a smile, stepped back suddenly, and plunged into the stream just now.

The cool water of the stream rushes down from the top of his head, instantly extinguishing the agitation of those little breaths, but maybe the coolness was so strong that it made his mind dizzy for a while, his eyes darkened, and he finally fainted dizzy in the past.

Xuan Yulang looked at Meng Heng's actions in astonishment.

He froze in place for a while, finally shook his head loudly, jumped off the boulder, walked to the stream, squatted on the ground and looked at it for a while.

I saw that the young man had passed out, his sleeves and black hair were entangled with each other, and his whole body gradually surfaced.

His face was already pale, and his brows were slightly frowned, full of tiredness.

Xuan Yulang felt a little bored, and was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves, when he suddenly remembered that the young man had just blown away a group of demon foxes by blowing music on leaves, and remembered that in the stone mansion, those eyes somehow fascinated him. Thinking about the matter, I was playing with it in my heart, and another plan flashed in my mind, I hurriedly waved my sleeves, lifted the naked boy to the shore, looked at him for a long time, then smiled slyly, got up and left.

But when he got up, the scenery of Huanchun and Jingming just now was turned upside down.

Clouds rise suddenly, the waves are rough, the beasts are neighing, and the fog is heavy.

I don't know whether the picturesque scene just now is real, or the gloomy scene in front of me is real.