A ray of melody can distort everything, change time and kill people invisibly.


    Only ye QingHan understood that this melody was not aimed at them, but felt it at will, otherwise Zhang Yingshi, Sanskrit and Zhanzi died.


    Sing!!


    Boom, boom!!


    Ye QingHan blows the flute, which is melodious and vast in the sky. He wants to wake up the three people and kill them with the generation of fortune.


    The flute sound is the original flute of Qinglian Sword Fairy. It is powerful. It vaguely affects ye QingHan''s soul. The flute sound is melodious and its power is suddenly increased dozens of times. It actively integrates the melody and changes the essence of the melody.


    Sanskrit Yin, Zhang Yingshi and Zhan Zi finally woke up. Their eyes were full of panic. They felt that they had experienced a lifetime, had walked on the edge of death, and their mentality had changed.


    After the melody essence changed, ye QingHan and others suffered everything and recovered as usual.


    Buzzing——————


    The sound of the flute is still stirring. Ye QingHan blows the bamboo flute. The strong wind stirs, blows the Taoist robe and black hair, and makes a sound of hunting.


    The voice of erhu is always the same, full of despair and sadness, as if it were a rhythm between heaven and earth.


    Ye QingHan''s eyes looked into the depths and dared not relax. His body retreated slowly.


    Zhanzi, Sanskrit and Zhang Yingshi also quickly backed away.


    The four walked slowly. After leaving the plain, the melody disappeared. Ye QingHan almost collapsed to the ground. His soul urged the bamboo flute, which consumed 90% of his soul. At the moment, he leaned tired against an old tree.


    Hoo Hoo!!


    Dong Dong!!


    Sanskrit Yin, Zhang Yingshi and others had their hearts beating wildly, their chests undulating and their faces pale.


    "I''ve just experienced my whole life... I feel death," whispered the Sanskrit.


    "Me too..."


    Zhang Yingshi and Zhan Zi nodded and said.


    The melody of death. At that moment before, the three people were almost pulled into the gate of hell. Once they died, the great sage of heaven could not revive them even if he came in person, because the melody was enough to destroy their souls and annihilate them completely!


    Ye QingHan exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi, squatted beside the tree, wiped the cold sweat between his forehead with his cuffs, sat on the ground to absorb spiritual power and restore his soul.


    After a long time, ye QingHan opened his eyes, looked at the distant plain and said in a deep voice, "there are ghosts in the depths. We can''t go further."


    "Fortunately, we didn''t go deep enough, or we would be dead." Sanskrit said happily.


    Ye QingHan nodded. At the moment, he could still hear some vague rhythm. After about three hours, the melody of death disappeared, as if it had never appeared.


    After the death melody disappeared one day and one night, it never appeared again. Ye QingHan hesitated.


    "I''ll go in alone, and you''ll stay where you are." ye QingHan said in a deep voice.


    Don''t talk about Sanskrit at this time. Zhan Zi and Zhang Yingshi also firmly stopped, "no, this melody, you don''t need to explore at this time. It will kill people. We''ve got a lot of opportunities. It doesn''t matter if there''s no magic medicine."


    "Don''t even think about it. Go back with my mother." Sanskrit impolitely twisted ye QingHan''s ears and forcibly pulled him towards the original road.


    Ye QingHan was speechless and wanted to break away from the jade hand of Sanskrit, but she moved her divine power. Unless she tore off her ear, she would break her jade hand. Obviously, neither of these two methods is feasible, and she can only pull her forward.


    "Elder martial sister... Hey, dear sister, you loosen up. Can''t I go without?" ye QingHan begged for mercy again and again.


    "I believe you have ghosts. Come with me!" Sanskrit scolded impolitely.


    Ye QingHan smiled bitterly, bent over and said, "I swear, I will never explore the death melody before I get to the upper level, otherwise I won''t lift it in my life. Elder martial sister, please release it!"


    Ha ha ha


    Zhan Zi and Zhang Ying both smiled happily.


    Sanskrit released his hand, severely whipped the back of his head and scolded, "don''t be so brainless next time. You''re not so lucky every time. Once you lose, it''s all over. Don''t forget, you''re with your family."


    Ye QingHan smiled and knew that Sanskrit was worried about himself, so he was not angry. He had to follow Sanskrit detour and continue to look for external holy medicine from another road.


    But less than a day after the four talents left, a goblin appeared in that place, which had turned into shape and turned into heaven.


    The beautiful goblin is not like a person at all. At a glance, she knows that she is not human. She is so beautiful that she holds a leaf in her hand. Her eyes are burning. She seems to be looking for something.


    The existence of eternal saints!


    With her green lotus like steps, she walked thousands of miles and covered with divine knowledge. She found ye QingHan''s position. With a flash of her figure, she stopped the four people.


    Dong Dong!!


    The hearts of the four people were shocked by this shadow!


    At a glance, ye QingHan''s hair suddenly rises and retreats several steps. The Taoist robe automatically protects the Lord. His face is pale and looks directly at the face of the goblin. Although it is beautiful, it can''t produce any mood of admiration.


    The fairy beauty looked down at the four people. Her thin lips moved slightly and asked indifferently, "who blew the flute two days ago?"


    Hoo Hoo!!


    Hiss, hiss!!


    The four people were breathless and thrilled. I didn''t expect to encounter the incarnation of eternal saints here. Nature is all over the sky. Waving can destroy the four people.


    "Yes... It''s me, my Lord. We don''t want to disturb the saints." ye QingHan tries to control her emotions, which is even more afraid than those who see human eternity, because she won''t pay attention to friendship and fear human forces.


    Sanskrit looked at the goblin and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. He didn''t like the best woman, but was frightened by her and didn''t know what to do.


    The goblin ignored the other three people, stared at ye QingHan, stretched out a jade finger like snow, and said coldly, "take out the flute and let me have a look."


    Ye QingHan was so frightened that he dared not go against her will. He stretched out his hand to send out the bamboo flute and bowed himself into the hands of the goblin.


    The goblin doesn''t know what it is. He reaches out and holds the flute and gently blows the flute. It sounds many times better than the flute sounded by Ye QingHan.


    "It''s the original life of a supreme saint. No wonder it can span countless miles and disturb my thoughts." the goblin''s eyes are like the brightest stars, without emotion and emotion. He stares at the bamboo flute and whispers to himself silently.


    Ye QingHan didn''t dare to say more. He could only pray that the goblin wouldn''t do anything. Otherwise, even if he could survive, Sanskrit sound would be dead.


    The goblin could see that the owner of the bamboo flute at the beginning was a supreme saint of good fortune. Even so, there was no emotional fluctuation. He looked up at ye QingHan, stretched out his hand and grabbed ye QingHan directly. His figure flashed and left thousands of miles in an instant.


    WOW!!


    Time and space reverse, the stars change, and time seems to be accelerating.


    Whew————————


    One day and one night later, the goblin appeared in an endless desolate palace with ye QingHan. It was mysterious and filled with laws. I don''t know how many years it has stood here.


    Ye QingHan didn''t dare to resist at all. He looked at the goblin pale and didn''t know what she wanted to do.