The surrounding trees seemed to sway with the sound of flutes, and the light and shadow between the branches and leaves became mottled, as illusory as a dream.

There is a strange fragrance in the air, which is so sweet that it makes people feel dizzy after smelling it for a long time.

Xiaohong felt a palpitation. She subconsciously grabbed the hand of the man in white, and a cold touch came from her fingertips.

She wanted to speak, but found that her throat was dry, as if it was blocked by something.

Her body seemed no longer under her control, and could only walk forward step by step with the traction of the flute.

The sound of the flute became more and more rapid, and the expressions of everyone became more and more blurred.

Suddenly, the man in white suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed Li Liehuo!

Liehuo could not dodge, and a blood mark was cut on his arm. He roared angrily and waved the hunting knife in his hand to fight back.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoyu wanted to go forward to stop him, but was pushed away by Doctor Zhang and fell heavily to the ground.

Doctor Zhang's eyes were red, as if he was possessed by a demon, and he punched Luo Xiaoyu.

"Stop! What's wrong with you?!" Grandma Lin shouted at the top of her lungs, but no one could hear her voice.

The sound of the flute is like an invisible barrier, separating everyone's consciousness from reality.

They were immersed in hallucinations, attacking each other, and being as crazy as wild beasts.

At this moment, a figure in black appeared in front of everyone.

He stood on a towering rock, holding a jade flute in his hand, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at the chaotic scene below, his eyes flashing with a strange light...

The man in black stood above Gao Yan, and the jade flute in his hand was spinning lightly, and the sound of the flute became more sharp and sharp.

He looked down at the people below who were roaring like trapped beasts, and a bloodthirsty curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Those villagers who are kind and simple on weekdays are now fighting each other like puppets, with blood splattering and dyeing the ground red.

The twisted expressions on their faces and the howlings of pain were like a wonderful movement for him. He admired this farce of human nature, as if he was the god who controlled everything.

However, when everyone was confused by the sound of the flute, an old figure slowly opened his eyes.

The mysterious old man narrowed his turbid eyes, his eyes as a torch, and shot straight towards the man in black above the high rock.

His palm slightly raised, and an invisible wave of energy instantly attacked the man in black.

The man in black sneered, jumped lightly, and avoided the fatal blow.

He increased the output of the flute sound, and sharp sound waves pierced into everyone's eardrums like sharp blades.

"Damn it!" With a roar, Blacksmith Zhao clenched his iron fist tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

He watched his former neighbors be controlled by the sound of the sound and kill each other, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.

At this moment, two soft lights lit up in the crowd.

The rune elves spread their light wings, mysterious runes shining all over their bodies, and chanting ancient spells with the scroll elves.

Their powers intertwined to form a barrier, trying to resist the erosion of the flute sound.

The air around began to vibrate, and the energy fluctuations spread like ripples, confronting the sound of the man in black.

On the battlefield, blood was like a blooming red plum, shocking.

The man in white was pierced by Li Huowen's hunting knife, and the blood stained the white clothes on his chest red. He knelt on the ground weakly and coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

When Xiaohong saw this scene, she was instantly panicked. She struggled hard to rush to the man in white, but was firmly bound by the invisible flute sound.

Luo Xiaoyu was beaten to death by Doctor Zhang's fist. Blood and tears from the corners of her mouth were mixed together, and her originally lively eyes became dull.

Friends who were close in the past were attacking each other like enemies at this moment, and trust and friendship completely collapsed at this moment.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was so depressing that it was suffocating.

"I... what did I do?" Zhang Langzhong suddenly woke up. He looked at his bloody hands and looked at Luo Xiaoyu who was lying in a pool of blood. He knelt on the ground in pain, hugged his head and cried bitterly, and tears of self-blame blurred his eyes.

At this moment, Elder Chen slowly stood up. He was always hunched over, but now he was straight. His originally turbid eyes became extremely bright, as if he contained some powerful power.

He murmured to himself, his tone firm.

Elder Chen's hunched back was like an old tree that was weathered but still tall, slowly standing upright.

His usual turbid eyes burst out with horrifying light, like two burning flames.

He staggered, but he walked firmly towards the man in black on Gaoyan, and each step hit the ground like a heavy hammer, making a dull sound.

Everyone looked at him in shock, and could not connect the aggressive old man in front of him with the usually submissive Elder Chen.

The sound of the flute was like countless pointed needles, tingling his eardrums, but he seemed to be unable to feel it.

He gritted his teeth, the wrinkles on his face as deep as a knife, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

When he was only a few steps away from the man in black, a deep chant suddenly came out of his mouth.

The sound was ancient and mysterious, as if from ancient sacrificial rituals, and there was a strange wave in the air.

His hands formed a strange mark on his chest, and a golden light burst out from him, forming a huge rune, and suddenly hit the man in black.

The man in black suddenly changed his expression. He didn't expect that this old man, who was usually inconspicuous, would hide such powerful power.

The runes streaked across the sky like a meteor and hit him instantly. He fell from the high rock like a kite with a broken string.

The jade flute in his hand also came out of his hand, making a crisp impact sound.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, like a beast whose throat was cut off, and the fragrance spread in the air also dissipated.

Everyone's minds were clear, and they gradually woke up from their hallucinations, and their consciousness gradually returned.

The man in white staggered and stood up. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, but the light in his eyes was extremely sharp.

He held a long sword in his hand, standing side by side with the mysterious old man, and the rune elves also flew in the air, emitting dazzling light.

The three of them attacked the man in black at the same time. The sword light flashed like a cold star, and the energy fluctuated like a tide. The man in black retreated step by step under their attack, and his body was shaking.

The man in black roared, and he knew that his situation was hopeless and tried to turn around and escape.

However, a huge rune magic circle suddenly appeared under his feet, trapping him firmly in it, which was the trap used by the ancient scroll elves.

He struggled to escape, but found that he could not move at all.
Chapter completed!