Chapter 33 Awakening

Hundred Flower Valley——

Hundreds of flowers compete for beauty, strange fragrance, birds and flowers fragrance, a beautiful paradise in the world.

At this time, a man in black stood among the flowers, his figure as straight as a javelin, holding an emerald green flute in his hand. This flute is about a foot and a half long, with a knife-shaped pendant hanging behind it. This pendant is golden, and the golden and green colors reflect each other, reflecting the green flute shining brightly.

The man held the green flute in both hands and slowly put the green flute to his mouth. A good song from another world slowly gushed out of the flute.

A Chinese Ghost Story, a very classic song of the earth China, played in the man's flute, which suddenly added a bit of artistic conception to the silent Hundred Flowers Valley and reduced a lot of loneliness. However, there seems to be a faint loneliness in this song, which shows the restlessness in the master's heart at this time.

The sound of the flute is long, and there seems to be some kind of magic in the sound. The insects, birds and beasts in the flowers around slowly stopped their movements and looked at the man in the center. Then, they walked slowly towards the man and surrounded him. In an instant, a spectacle formed around the man.

Hundreds of flowers are surrounded by thousands of birds, and butterflies are flying. What a magnificent picture. I don't know whether it is the beauty of people or the beauty of flowers and insects. At this moment, the moment of fixedness has become an aesthetic picture scroll, which fills people's hearts and won't go for a long time.

For a long time, the beast dispersed, and the man put away the flute. The clear and low man's voice sounded--

"Chinese beauty, the world is independent. Smiling and falling in love, and then smiling and falling in love.

Asked where to go, the beautiful woman smiled. The beautiful woman is gone, and I am panicked.

A few dreams, and the beautiful woman is speechless. My heart is leisurely, what can I do?

Wait for the meeting and travel with your son. Even if it is far away, the heart is like a rock.

The faint song was full of a feeling of missing, which seemed to touch the flowers, insects and butterflies in the valley. When the song stopped, there was a silence. As the saying goes, the lingering sound is endless for three days!

"Yan'er, how are you doing? This is a song I made for you, but unfortunately, you can't hear it. Wait a minute, Yunfeng will step on the stars and live up to you. Tomb Yunfeng put away the melancholy in his heart and looked at the distant sky, wandering in the starry sky.

"It's been another month, and my thrilling voice can finally sit in a free state of receiving and receiving. Unfortunately, the power of the soul has not gone any further and reached the realm of three grades. It seems that what the old man said is right, and the progress of soul power has also reached the bottleneck!" Tomb Yunfeng no longer thought about Tang Yan. Naturally, he thought of his cultivation progress.

Over the past month, Tomb Yunfeng has practiced hard day and night, and finally cultivated his thrilling sound and received it freely. From then on, he no longer has to pretend to be dumb. The feeling of being dumb made Tomb Yunfeng very aggrieved. In the middle of this month, the old man appeared again and gave the finished musical instrument soul weapon to the tomb Yunfeng.

According to what the old man said, the soul power of the tomb cloud maple is not very high now, and the flute is easy to make treble, which can increase the power of shock, so this green flute is made for him. This green flute, according to the old man, is already a third-order soul weapon, which is enough for Tomb Yunfeng.

The role of the soul weapon can increase the output of soul power. Using soul power through the soul weapon is absolutely twice the result with half the effort. On the contrary, if there is no soul weapon, ordinary flute and other musical instruments can't withstand the blessing of soul power at all. This is the function of the soul weapon.

The old man said that those with strong soul power can turn over the sea just by relying on soul power. Speaking of which, Jianghai is not a soul weapon, but the soul power reaches a certain level, but it can control everything. This is not what the current tomb Yunfeng can do. Soul power, in the hands of the current tomb Yunfeng, is even difficult to use as the main means of attack. However, with the assistance of soul weapons, this situation will be better.

No more thinking about it, Tomb Cloud Feng lowered his head and looked at Qinglin curled up on the ground. Tomb Cloud Maple had a powerful feeling that he had nowhere to do. According to the old man, Qinglin was about to wake up, but a month had passed, and Qinglin was stunned without any sign of awakening.

"This guy Qinglin, who has eaten so much of my blood in a month, still sleeps like a dead pig. I really don't know. What kind of guy is this? Tomb Yunfeng offered Qinglin like an ancestor, with some small resentment, which was taken for granted.

Boom...

At this moment, there was a sudden roar above the clear, cloudless and windless Flower Valley, just like a hurricane coming. In an instant, the wind sounded everywhere, and the whirling sounded like thunder. A wave of mysterious cyan winds shrouded the whole Baihua Valley and even Huayan Peak.

Tomb Yunfeng's face changed greatly. This sudden abnormal sound is strange if it is normal.

For a while, he couldn't find the reason, and Tomb Yunfeng could only wait quietly to see why such a vision appeared.

Suddenly, he looked up at the tomb in the sky and stared with wide eyes.

Above the head, a cyan vortex slowly appeared, and the vortex was in the middle, facing its side.

Tomb Yunfeng has no doubt that the power of the vortex can directly tear himself apart. This vortex seems to be much stronger than the tornado he encountered in those years.

However, soon, he found that something was wrong. The vortex slowly pressed down, but it was not him who was right, but Qinglin lying quietly beside him.

"It's Qinglin. Is this guy going to wake up? Shit, as for me? Do you want to scare me to death after making such a big noise? In this case, the whirlwind should not hurt it, but what about me? I can't go either! I have to wait here for him to see me." Tomb Yunfeng quickly guessed this, but he was really a little cautious to face the terrible cyan vortex.

At this time, it can be said that his soul power does not work at all at this stage. And if it is his spiritual power, it may still play a role.

"Never mind, the old man didn't say anything, so I have to stay here. I don't believe it. He still wants to kill me?" At this time, seeing the vortex pointing straight to Qinglin beside him, Tomb Yunfeng was more sure of the reason for the vision, so he settled down and didn't think much about it.

Boo-boo...

The loud noise is getting closer and closer, and the color of the cyan vortex is even more, even close to black, but it is essentially cyan.

His whole body was as uncomfortable as cutting with a knife. The tomb Yunfeng was terrified. Before the vortex was close, he couldn't hold on any longer. Without spiritual protection, he can be said to be resisting the hurricane with his mortal body.

The vortex was getting closer and closer, and a strong suction suddenly came. Tomb Yunfeng had no possibility of resistance at all, but was directly swept into the vortex. At the same time, there was the Qinglin lying quietly in the sky.

Tomb Yunfeng cried in his heart, but now he doesn't even have the ability to open his mouth and shout pain. Like falling into the sea of knives, Tomb Yunfeng never thought that the wind could be sharper than the knife.

Like a small sailboat in the waves, Tomb Yunfeng soon lost consciousness and fell into a state of chaos. This state is very similar to the state when he watched the word.

And at this moment, a cyan figure appeared beside him, not Qinglin. Suddenly, Qinglin's eyes slowly opened, as if he had slept for endless years. His cyan eyes showed a long-term distraction, and then slowly woke up.

The surrounding hurricane doesn't seem to pose any threat to Qinglin. On the contrary, it seems to enjoy rolling comfortably. At this time, it finally noticed the man around it.

Feeling an atmosphere connected to his own bloodline, Qinglin's small and delicate cyan eyes lit up in an instant. Then, Qinglin seemed to see the state of Tomb Yunfeng at this time.

For a while, it got angry.

Roar...

It seems to be the roar of a dragon from ancient times. The sound is still a little immature, but the majesty is real.

It was this roar that made the hurricanes that filled the whole sky stagnate. Then, these unconscious hurricanes seemed to tremble, and the vortex dissipated in an instant. Then, after Qinglin roared again, the hurricane roared into Qinglin in the air like a hundred rivers entering the sea.

At this time, without the power of the whirlpool, the tomb cloud maple should have fallen to the ground. However, under his feet, there was a cyan cyclone, holding his body and standing beside Qinglin.

And under the four hooves of Qinglin, there is also a cyan cyclone, so that it will not fall to the ground.

All the hurricanes in the sky converged to Qinglin. At the same time, Qinglin's eyes flashed, and many cyan airflows penetrated through the body of Tomb Yunfeng, but they did not cause any harm to him.