The dark sky was like a heavy lead plate, weighing heavily on the ground, making people feel depressed. The Yinglong bone flute in Lin Feng's arms seemed to be injected with a crazy soul, trembling violently, emitting a low hum, as if venting some kind of irrepressible power. On the flute body, the reverse scales were like awakened red snakes, twisting vividly, and oozing out red blood beads continuously. The blood beads seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, gathering more and more, and finally merged into a trickle, winding down along Lin Feng's wrist, and the cold touch made him tremble slightly. The blood dripped into the cracked dust under his feet, instantly smearing a strange dark red, just like a flower of evil blooming on the edge of hell.
At the same time, the surface of the Yellow River, which should have been calm, suddenly seemed to be stirred violently by a giant hand from the bottom of the river, and it boiled instantly. In an instant, countless bubbles surged up from the bottom of the river, colliding with each other and bursting one after another, making a deafening sound, as if thousands of troops were galloping on the vast grassland, with a huge momentum and frightening. In this noisy chaos, a transparent dragon shadow a hundred meters long broke through the water. The moment it broke through the water, it stirred up dozens of feet high water splashes, and the water splashed, flashing a strange light under the gray sky. This dragon shadow is like an ancient demon god awakened from the bottom of the abyss, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. In the dragon's pupils, blood-colored light flowed wantonly, and the light was full of endless anger and violence, as if it wanted to burn everything in the world. Its huge dragon tail swept casually in the air, and the majestic power contained in it burst out instantly, and it actually collapsed the towering mountains on the shore. Rocks collapsed and rolled down like a rainstorm, rolling down and smashing mercilessly towards the villages along the coast. For a moment, dust and smoke filled the air, as if the end of the world had come. The villagers screamed in fear, and the sounds intertwined and stung everyone's eardrums. The remaining soul of the mirror spirit felt this destructive power in the fragments of the mirror, and was extremely terrified. It let out a sharp and piercing scream, and the sound cut through the sky like a sharp blade: "Stop! With your current weak strength, you can't withstand the fierce backlash of the dragon soul! You are seeking your own death!"
However, Lin Feng was no longer in control of himself. Ever since he resolutely performed the forbidden art of cutting out the heart and replacing the soul to save the child, his body had established a mysterious and strange resonance with the Yinglong bone flute. This resonance was like an invisible yoke that tightly connected him to the bone flute. At this moment, he felt as if his consciousness was being drawn into a bottomless dark vortex by a powerful force, and in that vortex, countless fragments of memory exploded in his mind like lightning. In ancient times, the extremely tragic war between the dragons and humans broke out. The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the pungent smell of fireworks seemed to linger on the tip of the nose. Blood flowed freely, dyeing the earth a shocking blood red. The monks of Kunlun Ruins had hideous faces and held dragon nails in their hands. They enslaved the dragon souls in extremely cruel ways and reduced these noble creatures to tools for driving. The atrocities were outrageous. Every picture was like a sharp blade, piercing Lin Feng's heart. There was also the last exhortation left by the remnant soul of Lin Wanqiu in the bone flute. The gentle but firm voice seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space and still echoed clearly in my ears. "We must not let the conspiracy of Kunlun Ruins succeed. We must not let innocent people suffer again." Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his lower lip had been bitten, and blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his mouth. He had a firm look in his eyes, with a determination to die, and resolutely put the bone flute to his lips and played it. The sound of the flute was like an extremely sharp blade, instantly tearing through the heavy air, making a sharp and piercing sound, which seemed to contain endless grief and resistance. At the moment when the flute sounded, the Yellow River, which was originally not calm, was like a giant gunpowder barrel that was completely ignited, and all its power exploded instantly, completely out of control.
Under the blessing of the dragon soul, the turbid river water instantly turned into a huge wave. The huge wave was like an ancient beast that was completely enraged. It roared to the sky and rushed towards the three counties with a terrifying momentum of destroying the world. The people's terrified cries seemed so small in the sound of the surging waves, and were instantly drowned mercilessly. In this chaos, Lin Feng saw his reflection shattered and dissipated on the top of the wave. At that moment, he seemed to feel the impermanence and cruelty of fate. At this moment, in the distant sky, twelve golden lights cut through the thick clouds like meteors. The monks of Kunlun Ruins were seen flying over with flying swords flashing with cold light. They were dressed in uniform Taoist robes, with stern expressions, and holding the dragon nails engraved with mysterious runes in their hands. Each dragon-suppressing nail exudes a terrifying pressure that makes people's heart palpitate. Between the flashing runes, there seems to be an invisible and powerful force surging, which seems to be able to control life and death and dominate everything. Xuan Xiao, who was in the lead, had a cold smile on his face. The smile was full of greed and coldness, like the cold wind in winter, icy and piercing. He looked at the chaotic situation in front of him and said coldly: "You came at the right time, so that we don't have to go to great lengths to find opportunities. This dragon soul must belong to Kunlun Ruins today!" The tyranny and arrogance revealed in those words made people shudder.
As Xuan Xiao gave the order, the sound was like a thunder blast between heaven and earth. The monks of Kunlun Ruins took action one after another. They moved as fast as ghosts. The Dragon Suppressing Nail, with the whistling sound of the wind and the powerful magic power, pierced the dragon soul. The moment the Dragon Suppressing Nail pierced the dragon soul, the whole world seemed to be shaken violently by an invisible and extremely huge hand, and it trembled violently. The earth began to crack, and bottomless cracks spread rapidly, as if to swallow everything in the world. The huge dragon spine was ruthlessly pierced by the golden nail. In an instant, dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain. The dragon blood exuded a pungent smell. Wherever it went, the earth seemed to be corroded by strong acid, and bottomless gullies quickly appeared. Black smoke rose from the gullies and filled the air. The pungent smell made people want to vomit. The whole world seemed to fall into darkness and despair. The Dragon Soul suffered such a heavy blow that it let out a heart-wrenching wail. The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell, full of pain and unwillingness, and Lin Feng's seven orifices were bleeding. He felt a sharp pain in his head, as if countless steel needles were piercing him, and his body was shaky, as if it would be crushed by this powerful force at any time. He endured the pain, with the flame of anger burning in his heart. He staggered forward to stop all this and protect the dignity of the Dragon Soul, but was instantly entangled by the chain condensed by Xuan Xiao's talisman. The chain flashed with a strange light, as if it had life, tightly wrapped around it, and tightened it more and more. Xuan Xiao showed a ferocious smile on his face, and said viciously: "Hand over the bone flute, and I will spare the lives of these ants, otherwise, they will all die! In front of the power of my Kunlun Ruins, you are just insignificant ants!" The words were full of threats and oppression.
At this critical moment, when life and death were at stake, the restless bone flute, as if sensing Lin Feng's despair and unwillingness, suddenly burst out with a strong green light. The green light was like a bright sun, instantly illuminating the dark world. Lin Wanqiu's residual soul slowly condensed in this dazzling light. She was dressed in red, fluttering in the wind, and the red dress was like a burning flame, emitting a blazing temperature. There were golden dragon patterns wrapped around her hair, and the whole person exuded a sacred and inviolable aura, like a goddess descending on the earth. "With my residual soul, I call on the heroic souls of the dragon clan!" Her voice was crisp but full of power, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time, as if announcing to the world the will of the dragon clan to never surrender. As she shouted, the direction of the ancient battlefield of the Yellow River was faintly heard with dull horse hoof sounds. The sound of horse hoofs came from far away, as if countless brave warriors were rushing to the battlefield. Countless skeleton cavalrymen were seen stepping on the surging waves, rushing like a tide. In their hands, they hold rusty swords. Although they have experienced the baptism of long years, the blades still flash with cold light, pointing to the sky, as if announcing their fearlessness and loyalty to the enemy. The broken armor on their bodies still has bloodstains from the war thousands of years ago. Every drop of bloodstains tells of the bravery and tragedy of the past, which makes people respect these deceased heroes.
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"These undeads. can be awakened?" Xuan Xiao's face suddenly changed when he saw this scene, and a trace of fear flashed across his originally cold face. But soon, he regained his composure. As a strong man in Kunlun Ruins, he would never allow himself to show the slightest cowardice in front of the enemy. He quickly adjusted his state and commanded the monks of Kunlun Ruins to fight a fierce battle with the square formation of skeleton cavalry. The rusty swords and the magic tools flashing with rune light collided with each other, bursting out dazzling sparks, which were particularly eye-catching under the dark sky and illuminated the entire battlefield. The shouts and screams on the battlefield shook the sky, and the two sides went back and forth, refusing to give in. Every confrontation was full of life and death crisis. Lin Feng took advantage of the fierce battle between the two sides and used all his strength. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, to break free from the shackles, to save the dragon soul, and to protect justice. He gritted his teeth, sweat soaked his clothes, and finally broke free from the shackles of the talisman chain. However, as soon as he got out of it, he found that the backlash of the bone flute became stronger and stronger. Under his skin, dragon scale-like patterns gradually emerged. The patterns were like a layer of strange armor, starting from his fingertips and quickly spreading to his entire body. At the same time, his consciousness was gradually devoured by the anger of the dragon soul. The scene in front of him became blurred, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a blood-red mist. Only endless anger remained in his heart. The anger was like a blazing fire, almost completely devouring his reason.
The dragon soul seemed to feel Lin Feng's struggle and pain. Its huge body trembled slightly. It suddenly turned its head, and blood and tears rolled down its huge eyes. The blood and tears contained endless pain and reluctance, as if telling Lin Feng about its inner struggle and helplessness. It opened its mouth and sucked. The powerful suction instantly sucked half of the Kunlun Ruins monks into its belly. Under the suction of the dragon soul, those monks screamed in fear, but could not escape this powerful force. Then, the dragon soul swung its tail violently, with a force of thousands of pounds, and slapped Xuan Xiao and others to the distant mountain. Xuan Xiao and others could not dodge in time and were hit heavily on the mountain. Rocks flew and the whole place was in a mess. Under this powerful impact, huge cracks appeared on the mountain, as if it would collapse at any time. However, the power of the dragon nail was too strong. It was a magic weapon refined by Kunlun Ruins with evil means, which contained the power of confinement and destruction. The dragon soul's movements gradually slowed down, and black mist continued to flow out of the wounds on its body. The mist seemed to be a symbol of its life passing away. Every wisp of mist that drifted away meant that its power was gradually weakening. Seeing this, Lin Wanqiu's residual soul was extremely anxious and quickly flew to Lin Feng's side. At this time, her figure was so transparent that she was almost invisible, like a wisp of light smoke that could dissipate at any time, as if a breeze could blow her away without a trace. She said anxiously: "Playing the "Requiem" with the bone flute is the only way to save the dragon soul. But you may pay the price of your life and never wake up again. You. You have to think clearly!" The words were full of worry and reluctance.
Lin Feng did not hesitate at all. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were firm, and he put the bone flute against his lips again and played it. The sound of the flute sounded again, but this time the melody was like weeping, full of sorrow and compassion, as if it was a elegy for the lost soul. The melody floated in the air, like a gentle hand, gently caressing people's injured hearts. When the skeleton cavalry heard this familiar melody, they stopped fighting and knelt on one knee towards the dragon soul. Their movements were uniform, as if they were paying tribute to a dead king. In their hearts, the dragon soul will always be their pride and faith. Lin Feng felt that his consciousness was gradually dissipating, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred. The whole world seemed to be spinning and twisting in front of him. But he still insisted on playing with his tenacious will. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, to save the dragon soul, even at the cost of his own life. He saw the residual soul of Lin Wanqiu turned into a stream of light and merged into the bone flute. At that moment, he seemed to feel the strength and warmth of Lin Wanqiu, and that strength supported him to continue to persevere. The wounds on the dragon soul began to heal slowly under the soothing sound of the flute. The black mist that had been pouring out gradually decreased, and the dragon soul's breath seemed to be slowly recovering. However, Xuan Xiao took the opportunity to command the remaining monks to launch the final general attack. The light of the dragon nail became more and more dazzling, dyeing the entire sky golden. The light was filled with a breath of destruction, as if it was going to turn everything in the world into ashes.
In the last moment of consciousness, Lin Feng saw the water of the Yellow River slowly recede, and the turbulent waves gradually subsided, as if the earth was waking up from a nightmare. Under the protection of the Skeleton Cavalry, the people were able to escape one after another, and their eyes were full of gratitude and relief. The body of the Dragon Soul gradually became transparent, and finally turned into stars, dissipating in the air, as if returning to its original destination, the vast universe. And he himself, under the strong backlash of the bone flute, fell into endless darkness, and only heard the distant and urgent cry of the residual soul of the mirror spirit: "Wake up! The conspiracy of Kunlun Ruins is far from over. They will never give up!" The cry echoed in the darkness, like a faint light of hope.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a scorched earth. There was a dead silence all around, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, which made people feel as if they were in hell. In the distance, Xuan Xiao and the remaining Kunlunxu monks had already disappeared into the clouds. They were like cunning foxes, and they quickly fled when they realized that the situation was unfavorable. The dragon-suppressing nail in his hand was still dripping with dragon blood, and the blood dripping in the air seemed to be telling the tragic and tragic nature of this battle. Lin Feng clenched the bone flute in his hand and found that the original reverse scale pattern on the flute had turned golden at this moment, emitting a mysterious light. The light seemed to tell him that although this battle was temporarily over, the road ahead was still full of unknowns and challenges. Lin Wanqiu's voice, like a spring breeze, sounded gently in his heart: "Remember, the dignity of the dragon race will never be trampled on. No matter how great the difficulties are, we must uphold justice and never give up.