Chapter 4121 Sound of Life
When the flute sounded, it was like a phoenix breaking through the air, bright and exciting, rushing straight to the ancient scriptures.
The ancient scriptures rippled, and the illusory light spread like water waves, creating a mysterious space that enveloped Lin Yun.
The space was desolate, with only yellow sand and ice desert.
In the center of the ice desert, a white-haired old man with a scorched face sat on a withered and white animal bone, holding a bone flute and sobbing.
With the desolate and dead sound of the flute, bones appeared on the desolate desert...
In the blink of an eye, there were withered bones everywhere, and the breath of death filled the world.
The white bone troll crawled out of the withered bones and stretched his body.
A faint flame burned in the empty eye sockets.
"Sizzle!"
The white bone troll pulled out a rusty big knife from somewhere.
The knife swept towards Lin Yun...
...
The owner of Baiyun Valley, who was watching outside the space, felt cold in his heart when he saw all this.
The soul sea of consciousness was eroded by the dead sound of the piano, and the person had become a little sluggish.
He tried hard to resist the murderous piano sound.
He knew in his heart that if he challenged this side, he would probably have died here long ago.
Now it seems that among the six sides, martial arts is the easiest.
Now, can Lin Yun succeed in challenging this difficult way of music?
He will endure the pain in the soul sea of consciousness and look into the space.
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Lin Yun calmly blew the jade flute more and more loudly, like a war song.
Iron-blooded and heroic.
In this exciting flute sound, the swordsman in green clothes emerged from nothingness.
As the long sword was shaken, the surging breath of life filled the four directions.
In the breath of life, the sharp sword light was overwhelming and shot towards the white bone troll.
The rusty knife swept by the white bone troll kept colliding with the overwhelming sword light, and the momentum gradually slowed down.
Only one foot in front of Lin Yun, it could no longer move forward.
Then it had to withdraw quickly.
It accumulated more violent power and swept over again.
The green-shirted swordsman swung the sword.
Endless sword light condensed in an instant and turned into a force to attack.
"Crack!"
The condensed sword light hit the rusty knife, and the rusty knife broke instantly.
The white-bone troll roared in fear.
Throwing out the rusty knife, it threw its whole body towards the green-shirted swordsman.
It was a posture of dying together.
The green-shirted swordsman slashed with a sword.
A sword slashed with extreme power and speed.
Almost ignoring time and space.
At the moment of the sword, it slashed the white-bone troll that rushed over.
"Crack~~~"
The white-bone troll was chopped into pieces, turning into white bone fragments all over the sky, floating in the wind.
"Swish~~~"
The green-shirted swordsman's sword light flew, carrying a strong breath of life.
Under the infinite swaying of the breath of life, the dead silence that filled the entire space has slowly retreated.
The dead bones all over the ground are also slowly disappearing.
From the yellow sand and ice desert, green buds are poking their heads out.
Poking their heads out from the dead end of life, showing their tenacious vitality.
At this time, Lin Yun's flute sound is a song of life.
Under the nourishment of the song of life, this dead space is about to change into a new world.
But his opponent is willing to admit defeat.
His flute sound changed again, from the dark and hoarse dead sound to the bloody and violent crazy song.
His withered and dark face also turned into a vicious face with scars everywhere.
His white hair turned blood red, and his body was also sturdy and strong.
The dead bones under the seat turned into a ferocious beast.
His flute sound combined with the roar of the ferocious beast became a ferocious sound that spanned the world.
With the impact of the ferocious sound.
In the sky, there was an endless storm.
The storm was filled with a bloody atmosphere.
The bloody clouds rolled and a rapid bloody rain fell, pouring down from the sky like a waterfall, constantly destroying the young buds that had just shown signs of life...
The weak life color trembled in the bloody wind and rain, and was in danger of dying.
With a terrifying roar, a Shura rushed out of the bloody wind and rain.
Holding a bloody steel fork, he stabbed at the green-shirted swordsman.
Lin Yun was still calm, but the sound of the flute was much more rapid.
Like a lightning whistle, and like an endless rain of arrows.
In this fiery flute sound, the green-shirted swordsman flew over.
Let the bloody steel fork pierce his chest.
But he cut off the head of the Shura with a sword.
The headless Shura turned into a river of blood, entangled the severely injured green-shirted swordsman.
The swordsman in green clothes turned into a towering ancient tree, firmly suppressing the blood river, and finally the blood river turned into a clear stream, nourishing the boundless earth.
The bloody storm is a thing of the past.
The weak buds are growing vigorously.
The yellow sand and ice desert disappeared, and the boundless green land spread everywhere.
The world seemed to have been reborn.
But the opponent is still there.
His flute sound changed from ferocious to solemn and holy.
It has the power of teaching the great way.
The face of the ferocious villain also changed to a solemn face.
It's like a saint sitting in a temple.
The fierce beast under the seat also turned into a golden chair.
He looked at the flourishing creatures, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
He muttered something in his mouth, but it was all empty and hollow.
Just to deceive the creatures and work for him.
Lin Yun's flute sound changed from passionate to low.
Although the voices were low, they were all the voices of suffering in the world.
This voice of suffering and the voice of hypocritical teachings kept colliding, but it became more and more intense.
Although it was a bit vulgar to understand from the perspective of music.
But from the perspective of life, it was more enthusiastic.
After all... the voices from the masses surpassed the teachings of God.
In an instant, the solemn and stiff-faced guy broke apart.
The golden chair had already overturned.
From where the golden chair overturned.
A child with a teapot lid appeared.
The child rode on a green cow, and in the green world, he blew his short bamboo flute freely, but he was happy.
At this time, Lin Yun's flute sounded.
Even the jade flute in his hand had long since turned into nothingness.
He was also listening to the shepherd's flute.
This flute sound was not elegant.
But it was the purest sound in the world.
"Hehe~~~"
"You passed..."
The shepherd smiled sweetly and threw something to him.
Then, the illusory space broke.
All the illusions disappeared.
Although it was an illusion, the fierce fight was real.
The master of Baiyun Valley felt this most deeply.
He knew that if he had entered the illusion, he would have died on the spot.
His soul could not resist at all.
So, he did not grab the thing thrown by the shepherd boy in the illusion.
It was a real thing.
But he did not grab it, because he knew that if he grabbed it, would Lin Yun be willing to continue to open the next five sides?
The answer to this question is obvious.
So, he did not need to grab it at this time.
Because he also had a trump card.
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