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Qiong Er laughed bitterly: "Master, Qiong Er's cultivation is still shallow, her ecstasy has not even reached the fifth stage, how could she dare to easily say twelve levels? Please forgive this disciple for taking on this heavy responsibility!"

His Master sighed, "The latter three stages of the ecstasy's mental cultivation method have long been lost. It is indeed very difficult to reach the twelfth stage of the ecstasy, but there is still a glimmer of hope. "In the current world, the world has risen to greatness, and competing for the martial arts of our sect is no different from a fool talking nonsense. The only hope is that there is still a sliver of hope for us to become the Spirit Realm beasts!"

Qiong Er did not agree: "Master, Senior Yang has always said that you are ranked in the top ten of the martial arts world. As long as Qiong Er can learn all of Master's achievements, you can also challenge the martial arts world!"

Look, this person is clearly just a nameless junior whose martial arts are so frightening, easily exterminating the entire Yin Sect, not to mention the experts such as the heaven shaking sword s. I have not stepped out of the society for more than ten years, and have actually become a frog in the well! " She heaved a long sigh. Qiong Er stared blankly into space.

His master said solemnly: "Qiong Er, watch from here, I reckon that this person will be out of the Bewildering Forest for around four hours, so Master will be going in to train first!"

Qiong Er agreed. It seemed that his master truly did not have the confidence to win against him. Otherwise, he would not have had to go to the battlefield and hone her skills. Was she really going to let his master and his life come to an end? Judging from the power of this man's palm strike, it didn't seem like she had used up all her energy. If he were to fight his master in this state, it would be impossible for him to win. At the very least, they had to make him not leave the forest so quickly. The longer he stayed in the Bewildering Forest, the more energy she would consume. How could they stop him? Perhaps she could use the Perception Conjuration again!

If they could confuse him, how could he find the way? As long as his thoughts were in chaos, he probably wouldn't be able to come out, and his master wouldn't have to take the risk. Thinking about it, Qiong Er had an idea. A light red jade flute was already in her hands, passed down from her master's master. Using it to blow the Bewitching Triad would have a better effect!

When Ye Yin used his movement technique, Qiong Er's figure instantly disappeared.

Long Feiyu was still working hard.

He never thought that one day, he would actually be a competent lumberjack. He worked overtime in this great forest and there was no overtime pay at all. He had already cut down more than a hundred trees. From this angle, the arcs of these trees were quite obvious. If this were a straight line, it would be hard for him to believe it. But he had a new confidence. Along the way, he had seen landscapes he had never seen before on the precipice, which at least proved that he was not on the old road. There was hope for new roads, and there were new landscapes as well, and he hoped that what he saw this time would satisfy him.

He struck out with his palm. Another tree fell down, bringing with it a gust of wind. Suddenly, he heard a burst of flute sound s crying like they were crying, they were lingering around him like a woman crying. There was even a hint of a question in the sound, as if asking, why? Why is that? Why am I sad? Why does no one understand the sorrow in my heart?

Who is this? Why did he sound so sad in the great forest?

Long Feiyu stopped and listened quietly, the sound seemed to come from the left, it was to check on her. Long Feiyu took a few steps forward and suddenly, he thought of something, the maze I am trapped in, is also related to the music, it is also a music, although it is no longer a zither but a flute sound, but it is still extremely strange and difficult to understand, could it be that this is another enemy's scheme? Otherwise, how could someone play the flute in such a desolate place? The moment this thought appeared in his mind, a stream of cool energy circulated in his mind, and his mind became clear.

That's right! The zither music and the flute sound's music were different, but it would still cause one to resonate and lose their bearings. If they followed the flute sound right now, they would definitely be lost again. Long Feiyu was secretly on alert, but the flute sound turned a deaf ear. It continued to check the rings under the big tree, and continued to walk towards the wider area, where he would come out at the right time. There was only one problem: The method he had chosen to leave the forest was correct! It was precisely because the enemy saw that he had chosen the correct method that they feared that he would exit the maze and deliberately come out to cause trouble. With this thought in mind, his will was even more resolute and his will to fight was even stronger. With just a single palm strike, another huge tree fell!

The flute sound was even more sorrowful, as if all the living beings of the Heaven and Earth Valleys were crying in unison. Even the big trees seemed to be trembling from their wails!

Long Feiyu raised his head, "When I was working in the fields, I liked to listen to some music, but I don't really like the melody of sadness. "Thank you!"

The flute sound gave a long sigh, and after a long while, the sigh slowly dissipated. The sigh moved him again, could it be that someone was really hurting his own life here? Without waiting for him to understand, the flute sound rose up again. This time, her voice seemed to be filled with pain, full of kindness, as if asking, have you ever hated anything in your life? Why are you doing this? Have you ever felt remorse? How are you going to judge yourself?

Long Feiyu was also reflecting on his past life. In this life, he did not hate anything, he was incomparably happy in his childhood, growing up in an environment filled with love and warmth, just when he was a little worried about his work, he was taught by his father's divine arts and entered this alternate world to obtain friendship and love. And what he gained from it, was far beyond his expectations. Mei Xiang knew that he still had Liu Yue, but she was still happy. She did not hate him, so he shouldn't hate herself either. These people were human, should they really be killed? She remembered his father's words: To get rid of evil is to do good, the world sometimes needs proper killing! The key was how to grasp that speed! The Shadow Sect was a scourge to the martial arts world. Other than them, the only advantage they had was this world!

Thinking of this, the problems in his head had been cleared up and he immediately regained his clarity.

The flute sound was so strange, as though it was digging out the hatred from the depths of one's heart, enlarging it infinitely so that it could reach the goal of fighting against the enemy. However, it was not suitable for Long Feiyu! Long Feiyu faced the sky and said, "I, Li Jun, am the man of the world. I have nothing to say to others, and I have no regrets or hatred in my heart! You don't have to worry so much! "

Qiong Er was already extremely shocked. Under the Bewildering Spirit Realm, he treated this as a sorrowful song and under the Bewildering Spirit Realm, he had no regrets and no hate. The addition of the two paths to the eighth had no effect on him at all. How could there be such a person? The Illusory Demons were the other most precious treasures of the voodoo sects. They were on par with the twenty-nine Moons of the Moon. Only because the requirement for cultivating this technique was higher than that of the Moon Worshipping Art, one could not refine it unless one was a woman, could not cultivate it unless one was a virgin, could not cultivate it until his will was firm, could not cultivate it when his heart was still as calm as water, and could not cultivate it when he was extremely talented.

Even if there were people who had reached that level. He was also a seventy to eighty year old man. How could he possibly spend dozens of years to train?

Qiong Er had lost both her parents and lived alone. She was also extremely sensible and knew about the affairs of the world at a young age of not even ten. It had been ten years since she brought it into the deep mountains to train. Her mind was calm like water, and her talent was also extremely high. Her cultivation had advanced at a rapid pace, and she had already reached the peak of both the bewitchment and the seduction. All she lacked was power, and as her power deepened, the power of these two seams would become greater and greater.

The Spirit Stunning Cult was a key to defeating the enemy. First, it established a mysterious connection with the enemy, causing the flute sound in the enemy's body to resonate, and then, it would do something under the guidance of the flute sound. On the other hand, the Spirit Stunning Sect gave the enemy the illusion that the enemy was hiding the deepest grievances and all their regrets, and as long as this person had done something wrong, the flute sound would be able to push the enemy into a situation where they would never be able to recover.

Even if a person had never killed a person or regretted nothing, he still had regrets. Because he was not the number one expert in martial arts, so he could not obtain all the money and beauties that he wanted. With this foundation, he could come up with an idea: "I will never be able to defeat someone, so what am I still doing alive?" I might as well die! With this thought, he wouldn't be far from death!

Qiong Er's first two attacks had already reached the eighth layer. She definitely did not expect that there would be someone who could not be mesmerized by her two attacks, she also did not expect that her enemy would say such words, "I, Li Jun have nothing to say to others, and my profession is the world. I have no regrets and no hate in my heart!" How could a person have no grievances, no regrets, and no hate? Would he have no desire? Thinking of desire, she thought of her third move, which she had never used in front of anyone before: ecstasy! She had yet to reach the highest realm of the technique, so she could not use it lightly, but at the moment, it was as powerful as a tiger. If she did not use it now, he would come out, and once he does, a great calamity would fall upon her head, which she believed without a doubt.

The mist of worry and sorrow that filled the sky was swept away, leaving only a dense sense of spring. The grass among the flowers was incomparably bashful, and even the sun seemed to have turned a deep red, as if it was filled with enchanting scenery.