Vol 2 Chapter 1740: Sounds of the Magic Flute 5

However, for a moment, there was a cold sweat in the back of the moon.
A confusing flute sounds, there is such a powerful force.
If it wasn't for Ouyang Yufei, she would have told her that this third Guanyin is a good show. If she is not prepared, she will definitely suffer a lot.
And she is still prepared, but she can also make her mind slightly confused.
Strong, it is strong.
There is a moment of confusion in Haoyue.
Xuanyuan Che, Yun Zhao, Ouyang Yufei, in front of her, also had a moment.
The attack in that hand was slow.
However, it was only a slow shot. After a shot, the sword began to rise and was not affected by the flute.
The voice of the high standing is seen here, the eyebrows are slightly moving, and the two bends are slightly bent.
The flute under the mouth was more and more clear.
Different from the whistle of the flute in the night of the solitary night, it is also different from the murderous murmur of Haoyue.
It is an ethereal, an ethereal that you have no way to resist.
As if, it is with the air.
There is no way to eliminate it, there is no way to divide it, and there is no way to resist it.
Only keep your own mind in order to fight.
However, just as Xuanyuan Che waited for his own mind and competed with the sound of the sound of the voice.
The blue man in front of them began to look slowly.
From anger, sharpness and chilling, slowly changing hollows, becoming numb.
There is no change in emotion.
Between the two, it seems to become a respected wood man.
Being able to walk mechanically, but no soul.
"Attention." Ouyang Yu, who is facing away from the three, has lowered his voice.
The power of sound esteem has begun to unfold.
The ethereal sound, the confusing mind is still second, the most important thing is to win the hearts of the people, destroy the mind.
Let them become puppets, don't know the pain, don't know love and hate.
A puppet who can only act by flute.
This is the killer of the voice.
However, these blue people are selected by the sound and cultivated.
Their fit is unparalleled.
Looking at the blues who have already worn out their expressions and turned into hollows, but wielding swords and starting to force them.