Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Luo Xuan held the flute in her hand and waved it lightly, and the air suddenly changed.

As he moved, hundreds of wind blades rose up and instantly condensed into shape in the air.

The wind blades quickly intertwined into a dense attack net, covering the four female cultivators like a dragnet.

Seeing this, Pan Wenxuan decided to help them resist the wind blades.

But Luo Xuan appeared behind him silently. He had no time to care about others and could only try to protect himself first.

The four female cultivators fought hard but were gradually defeated by the wind blade attacks.

One female cultivator was unable to avoid it, and the wind blade slashed across her shoulder like a sharp sword, leaving a string of bright red blood.

She groaned, fell to her knees in pain, and the magic weapon in her hand fell.

The other three female cultivators were also hit by wind blades one after another, either on their shoulders or waists. The wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and their clothes were stained with blood.

They collapsed to the ground, and Luo Xuan finished them off one by one, until finally four white beads fell to the ground.

Pan Wenxuan frowned and asked, "Why aren't you affected by the illusion and charm?"

Even if a Jindan-level cultivator focuses on cultivating his soul, he will inevitably reveal a flaw if he is disturbed by the combined spiritual power of the four.

Luo Xuan just made them mistakenly believe that he was lost in the illusion and couldn't extricate himself.

In fact, he was not affected at all, and his blurred eyes and obsessed expression were just pretend.

Pan Wenxuan never let his guard down. Even though Luo Xuan was like that just now, he still remained focused.

The moment Luo Xuan waved the flute, he reminded the four female cultivators to get out of the way.

"Didn't your master tell you to ask others fewer questions during a fight?" Luo Xuan asked.

"I haven't become a disciple yet, so I don't have a master yet." Pan Wenxuan replied.

Luo Xuan was slightly stunned, then said: "I just said it casually, there is no need to answer so seriously. Don't worry, my master is still a cat."

He is still a lazy cat who just sleeps every day.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui looked at each other.

They couldn't see through Luo Xuan's means of movement, and he might appear next to someone at any time.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui were able to withstand Luo Xuan's sneak attack, but the others were simply unable to react.

Neither of them knew how long Luo Xuan's method of movement could last, but they all knew that the remaining four people would be no match for Luo Xuan.

The two of them already knew in their hearts that they had no chance of winning against Luo Xuan.

The next moment, they moved almost at the same time.

They turned into two black shadows and, using the cover of darkness, quickly shuttled through the woods.

Luo Xuan looked at the two monks and asked, "Your boss has abandoned you, are you still staying to cover their escape?"

The two monks did not respond, as they had agreed on this beforehand.

If Luo Xuan did not accept their commission, he even wanted to eliminate them.

If you can’t defeat the Hehuan Sect, then cover the two captains’ escape.

Luo Xuan raised his head and said to himself: "Time is almost up, I will come back to deal with you later."

He took a step forward and disappeared again, leaving the two monks standing there staring blankly.

I almost forgot that Luo Xuan could do this. Can they keep someone like this?

In an instant, Luo Xuan appeared next to Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui.

The two were both stunned. They had just noticed that Luo Xuan had not followed them and even his breath had not moved. How could he be next to them in the blink of an eye?

How on earth did he do it?

"You two, this is how you influence other people's minds."

As Luo Xuan spoke, she brought the flute to her lips.

As the sound of the flute sounded, the entire air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The melody swirled out like a wisp of cold wind, pouring out silently along the night.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui only felt a gust of cold wind blowing on their faces, and the bone-chilling cold made them shiver. There were faint cries all around them.

Emotions surged like a tide, and uncontrollable sadness slowly spread in the hearts of the two.

"Like resentment, like longing, like crying, like complaining." Luo Xuan said softly.

Pan Wenxuan and Fan Jingrui found it difficult to mobilize the internal energy in their bodies and gradually stopped.

The two stopped running and knelt on the ground.

Luo Xuan influenced their minds and plucked the deepest emotional strings.

In the end, the two men had no intention of resisting and were killed by Luo Xuan, turning into two white beads that fell to the ground.

Luo Xuan raised his head, and the sound waves that covered a hundred feet gradually dissipated.

"The time is up. You two have run too far. I have to run back to deal with the remaining two monks."

As Luo Xuan spoke, she bent down and picked up two white beads on the ground.

This time he did not use his magical powers to return to the two monks, but used his body skills to go back.

The sky is filled with joy and the heaven and earth are free and happy.

Luo Xuan can move as he pleases within the range of the sound waves, and appear wherever his mind goes.

Like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining.

If the opponent's soul is not strong enough, the music will entangle the mind, causing it to fluctuate and draw them into it involuntarily.

My heart follows the sound of the flute and my thoughts drift away as if I am falling into a dream.

The spring breeze is pure and the autumn moon is boundless.

This is the supernatural power cultivated by Luo Xuan.

He has a strong will and is not disturbed by any inner demons on the path of cultivation. Magical spells such as charm and illusion are ineffective on him.

The deeper the longing, the stronger the strength.

......

......

Xu Yijin, Zhao Beijun and Zhong Zhuanghai sat around the table, staring at the projected screen.

Luo Xuan eliminated the Lingyun Sect and Yuheng Sect teams by himself.

"Music power."

Zhao Beijun paused for a moment and continued, "What he used was not the musical ability of the Hehuan Sect."

He was very familiar with the Hehuan Sect's musical magical powers, but the magical powers used by Luo Xuan did not match them.

Zhao Beijun had lived for hundreds of years and had never heard of Luo Xuan's magical powers.

"The Hehuan Sect has really recruited a talented disciple this time." Xu Yijin said.

Luo Xuan is the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect. The strength he just demonstrated is worthy of his status as the Holy Son.

He found his own path, integrating the seeds of laws and supernatural powers to create a unique Taoism.

Not only that, he is also a fourth-grade alchemist.

Zhao Beijun took a sip of tea and said, "When Luo Xuan first came to the Imperial City to take the Alchemist Certificate Examination, I noticed him. He was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect who had never practiced dual cultivation. This made me suspect that he had joined the wrong sect."

He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen a lot of things in the world, but the cultivators of the Hehuan Sect never practiced dual cultivation, so this was the first time he had seen this.

“I heard from an outer sect elder that when Luo Xuan became a fourth-grade alchemist, Medicine King Valley sent three elders to the Hehuan Sect in an attempt to bring him into Medicine King Valley,” said Zhong Zhuanghai.

Yaowang Valley even offered a high price of fifty top-grade spirit stones and three sixth-grade pills in an attempt to recruit Luo Xuan as its disciple.

There is not a single fourth-grade alchemist among the younger generation in Yaowang Valley, and there are not many third-grade alchemists. They definitely want this kind of alchemy genius.

In the future, perhaps there will be another seventh-grade alchemist.

But the top leaders of the Hehuan Sect did not agree to this.

Luo Xuan is the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect, and they cannot possibly give up such a genius.

Even though Yaowang Valley added a seventh-grade elixir, the Hehuan Sect was tempted but still did not release the person.