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

Luo Xuan's mouth corners slightly raised.

Although Han Dongxue was eliminated, his talisman formation still trapped Lin Yemu.

"When I become a fifth-grade alchemist, I will help you refine the Golden Elixir of Transformation." Luo Xuan said to himself.

He was really satisfied.

When Luo Xuan saw Jiang Qingze being eliminated by Lin Yemu, he thought that Han Dongxue would not be able to hold on for too long alone.

But he didn't expect that Han Dongxue relied on the talisman formation to buy him enough time.

Luo Xuan waved her hand and two flutes were thrown into the air.

The flute was suspended in mid-air, without anyone touching it, but it produced a melody on its own.

The sound of the flute suddenly rang out, and an indescribable feeling of oppression filled the air.

The first melody that sounded was like a wisp of cold wind, swirling out from nothingness, carrying a desolate and eerie charm.

Faintly, low crying sounds could be heard all around.

Just as this cold and chilly sound spread, another flute joined in.

A completely different melody sounded, like a ray of bright sunshine, shining on the haze.

Soft laughter rang out all around, like the whispers of branches in spring, forming a sharp contrast with the sad sound of weeping.

Two melodies, one cold and one warm, one sad and one happy.

Like two extremes, circling and intertwining in mid-air and chasing each other.

Crying and laughter interweave in the music, sometimes blending into one, sometimes confronting each other, pulling out an unspeakable world.

The melody covered the terrain for hundreds of feet.

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......

Three hundred feet away, the Wangu Sect’s troops.

"Brother Lu, why do I hear a strange sound? It sounds like crying and laughing." asked a disciple of the Wangu Sect.

Lu Jing frowned and said, "This is the Taoism of the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect. He should be fighting with someone. Quickly use your true qi to seal your ears to avoid being affected by the music."

He still knew that the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect was a sound cultivator.

The simplest and most effective way to deal with sound repair is to isolate the sound.

Lu Jing closed his eyes and expanded his consciousness to the limit.

At the end of his vision in the distance, he vaguely caught sight of Luo Xuan's figure, who was making seals with his hands, as if performing some kind of musical Taoist magic.

But because the distance was too far, he couldn't find out who Luo Xuan's opponent was.

He was just about to walk forward a distance to see clearly who Luo Xuan's opponent was.

When Lu Jing opened his eyes, he saw his two fellow apprentices kneeling on the ground.

He realized something was wrong. He had just been concentrating on developing his spiritual sense and had not noticed anything.

He had clearly used his Qi to block his hearing and block out all external sounds, so why could he still hear this strange melody?

Lu Jing asked in a voice transmission: "What's wrong with you?"

The two disciples of the Wangu Sect did not respond and were unable to speak.

A heavy feeling of oppression enveloped their entire bodies, and no matter how they struggled, they were unable to resist.

The two had slightly red eyes, and their looks revealed endless sadness and despair, as if the most precious thing in their hearts had been forcibly taken away, leaving only emptiness.

There was endless sadness and despair in his eyes, as if the most precious thing in his heart had been forcibly taken away, leaving only emptiness.

When sadness looms, the whole person feels like falling into an abyss, and is overwhelmed by endless loneliness and sorrow.

The melody that follows is like warm light, pouring down from the abyss.

The warmth, like the first blooming flowers in spring, makes people feel happy.

But this joy did not make the two of them feel relieved, but instead deepened the emotional tearing.

Their faces were distorted, seeming both sad and happy, and they couldn't control themselves.

They turned into white beads and fell to the ground.

Lu Jing showed a horrified expression. They were three hundred feet away from Luo Xuan, but could still be affected by his Taoism.

"What kind of Taoism is this?"

Lu Jing felt an invisible force pulling him down.

He realized that he couldn't stay here for too long and had to go to a place where he couldn't hear the music.

Otherwise, he would be eliminated by Luo Xuan like his two junior brothers.

Luo Xuan is only two small realms higher than him, why is the gap in strength so big?

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......

The light of the talisman array gradually dimmed.

An invisible ripple gently passed by, and the entire talisman formation collapsed in an instant, turning into countless tiny points of light and dissipating in the air.

As the talisman array dissipated, the cold gradually receded. The originally frozen air regained some warmth, and the forest regained some vitality.

Lin Yemu stared at Luo Xuan, only to see him making seals with his hands.

At this moment, he was unable to interrupt Luo Xuan.

Because Luo Xuan has already used Tian Di Xiao Yao, even if he attacks him, he cannot be hurt.

"Like resentment, like longing, like crying, like complaining."

"A smile from the mortal world, the sound reaches the clouds."

Luo Xuan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to activate the golden elixir in his dantian.

"Clouds and waters are surging, Xiaoxiang and Xiang are merging into one."

Dozens of water columns suddenly fell from the sky, like inverted waterfalls, stirring up gusts of wind and water mist.

These water columns met in the air, entangled and swirled with each other, and gradually turned into a huge water ball.

Luo Xuan squeezed out the last bit of true energy in his body.

"The clouds are thousands of feet high, and the snow is dazzling with two waterfalls."

The sky gradually became gloomy, and clouds in the distance quickly gathered from all directions. They entangled with each other in the air, interweaving layer by layer to form a gray sky.

A thin layer of mist rose in the woods, and two swirling water tornadoes suddenly rose up from the mist.

A violent hurricane arose and rushed out of the forest like a mad beast.

Lin Yemu looked at Luo Xuan with a look of admiration.

Jindan realm cultivators can usually only use two Taoist magics at the same time, and very few geniuses can use three or more Taoist magics at the same time.

Luo Xuan used five Taoist methods at the same time.

Like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining.

Clouds and water are rushing, and Xiaoxiang River merges into one.

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

The clouds are thousands of feet high, and the snow covers the two waterfalls.

A smile from the mortal world, the sound enters the sunset.

Although it was a bit reluctant, he still did it.

Two methods of influencing other people's minds, two offensive methods, and one method that follows the heart.

"I know you have the opportunity of the Heavenly Dao, and your Dao heart is perfect. It is difficult for methods that influence your mind to have any effect on you."

Luo Xuan smiled and continued, "But you are definitely not in your prime right now. The sword will and dragon breath in you are suppressed. I don't believe today that I can't beat you!"

Thousands of water spikes shot down from the sky like a torrential rain, piercing the air with a sharp whistle, shrouding Lin Ye in a deadly situation from which there was no escape.

Lin Yemu's eyes darkened and a cold light flashed.

The sharp collision sounds continued. The sword energy and water spikes collided, stirring up countless water mist and sword energy aftermath, which turned into smoke and dust that filled the surroundings.

A waterspout roared in.

The sword light cut through the smoke and dust, bursting out again, confronting the water tornado head-on.

In the smoke and dust, Lin Yemu's figure was swallowed up in an instant.

One after another, the water spikes were broken up by the sword light.

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Luo Xuan was lying on his back, his head slightly tilted, his chest heaving violently, panting and trying to calm himself down. His cheeks were stained with dust, and a few strands of messy hair stuck to his forehead, looking a little haggard.

He tried to stand up several times, but fell down weakly.

The true energy has been exhausted.

Luo Xuan squeezed out all the true energy in his spiritual sea.

If he had not refined a lot of rare treasures in the past and had not had more true qi than the ordinary Jindan realm cultivators, he would have entered a state of true qi withering long ago.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the light penetrated the diffuse dust and fog, revealing Lin Yemu's figure.

He was still standing there, his white robe covered in dust and torn in places, revealing his blood-stained skin.

Luo Xuan looked at him, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but it eventually turned into a low sigh.

There's no way, I really can't beat it.

Lin Yemu walked up to Luo Xuan and their eyes met.

The wind blew up the dust all around.

"You are very strong. If I were still in the Jindan realm, I might not be able to defeat you." Lin Yemu said.

Luo Xuan just smiled bitterly and didn't reply.

He thought to himself, your rapid cultivation is also your strength.

I really want to fight with you in the Jindan realm to see who is more powerful.

The magic sword pierced Luo Xuan's chest, and he turned into a white bead and fell to the ground.