The young Rakshasa Gate disciple didn't even open his eyes as he walked towards the forest in a daze.
Naturally, he didn't know what he was going to do. He also didn't know that there were two people hanging far behind him.
Following the sound of the flute, the young man walked into the forest and came to the largest tree.
There were still a few withered leaves left on the tree. The young man stood there, motionless, as if the sound of the flute had stopped him.
"Hehe, I didn't expect Rakshasa Gate to recruit so many new people recently."
A woman's voice floated out from nowhere.
Then, a piece of the ground suddenly broke open, and a white and tender hand stretched out from the ground.
The hole became bigger and bigger, and a fair woman crawled out from the ground.
The woman was quite beautiful, but there was a tattoo on the left side of her face, which looked very strange.
"When I refine you into a Corpse King, the people from Rakshasa Gate will definitely be shocked. Hehehe … This can be considered a gift from our Yama Minamiya to them for the establishment of our sect."
As the woman spoke, she took out a flute from her waist and played a gloomy flute sound.
The young disciple of Rakshasa Gate was led by the flute sound and slowly followed the woman out of the forest.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a girl with headphones around her neck and dressed very fashionably appeared in the forest and blocked in front of the woman.
"How dare a member of Yama Minamiya come to our Rakshasa Gate to cause trouble!"
Li Fanfan understood everything. No wonder the newcomers of Rakshasa Gate had been mysteriously disappearing recently. It turned out that they had been secretly abducted by the people of Yama Minamiya.
From the looks of it, he had even been refined into a Corpse King?
"Who are you?"
The woman put down the flute and raised her eyebrows, "From the looks of it, you don't look like a cultivator like us. It's best if you don't meddle in the matters of cultivation."
"Hehe, I'm indeed not a cultivator."
Li Fanfan smiled, "But there's a good saying. Take someone's money and help them eliminate disaster. No matter what, I also live off the Qin dynasty and use the Qin dynasty. If I don't do something for him, I will feel guilty in my heart. I can't be bothered to do anything to you. Just obediently hand over all the people you kidnapped, and I'll spare your life. "
"Tsk tsk, what arrogance."
The woman covered her mouth and chuckled. "I haven't heard such boasting in a long time. As expected of a dog of Rakshasa Gate, its bark is the loudest."
"Sharp-tongued." Li Fanfan was lazy by nature and simply ignored the other party's humiliation. "This will only hasten your death, little girl."
"I, Mu Wanqiu, have lived for over two hundred years, and this is the first time someone has called me little sister."
The woman chuckled. "What a strange thing."
"More than two hundred years, tsk tsk …"
Li Fanfan curled his lips. "Then I was wrong. I should have called you an old hag."
"You're courting death!"
No girl wanted to be called an old hag, and Mu Wanqiu of Yama's Gate was no exception. She picked up her flute, put it to her mouth, and blew a shrill note.
The young Rakshasa Gate disciple instantly bled from his orifices and knelt on the ground, howling in pain.
Li Fanfan, on the other hand, was unscathed.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Li Fanfan couldn't help but exclaim when she saw the Rakshasa Gate disciple in such a state.
But Mu Wanqiu was even more surprised.
Her Yama Soul Hastening Flute had no effect on her?
The Yama Soul Hastening Flute was a secret art from the Eighteen Judgments of Yama. Through the sound of the flute, one could directly control a person's ki, forcing them to listen to the user's commands.
The disciple beside her couldn't stand the sound of the flute and had his ki flow in reverse, which was why he bled from his orifices.
Li Fanfan, however, was different. She wasn't a cultivator, so there was no such thing as ki.
That was why the Yama Soul Hastening Flute had no effect on her, even if it was unusual.
"If that's the case …"
Knowing that one move wasn't enough, Mu Wanqiu tried a second.
The sound of her flute changed. It was no longer sonorous and high-spirited, but rather melancholy.
The Rakshasa Gate disciple who was kneeling on the ground immediately stood up, fear in his eyes as he swung his arms at Li Fanfan.
"Be, be careful!"
The disciple could still speak, but he couldn't control his body, so he could only warn Li Fanfan.
"Ninth Hell Demonic Palm!"
Li Fanfan couldn't help but exclaim when she saw the other party's jade-white left hand slapping at her shoulder.
She can control it to this extent?
While she was exclaiming, the young disciple's palm was already in front of her.
But Li Fanfan was faster. She reached out with her right hand and leaned to the side, dodging the palm. At the same time, her right index finger lightly touched the other party's forehead.
"Sink into oblivion …"
The disciple took a few steps back, a ray of light shining on his forehead.
"What a nice day …"
He suddenly stretched and yawned, "I really want to take a nap … life is so boring, there's no motivation to do anything …"
With that, he sat down on the ground and hung his head lazily.
"What's going on!"
Mu Wanqiu was a little surprised. She didn't expect the young disciple to break free from the control of her Yama Soul Hastening Flute.
"The sound of your flute should be able to control people's ki."
Li Fanfan may be lazy, but she had a very smart mind.
She deduced the reason after a bit of analysis, and then came up with a countermeasure. "But if a person's ki wants to flow, it ultimately needs to receive the support of their own thoughts. I'll cut off that support right now, and see how you can control it. "
"You have some ideas …"
Mu Wanqiu's eyes darted around, quickly coming up with a countermeasure.
This layman is a tough nut to crack!
"How about it, do you want to fight me?"
Li Fanfan crooked a finger at Mu Wanqiu, "I can't be bothered to fight you, but it's worth it if I can teach you a lesson."
"Then I'll let you have a taste of the power of the Yama Sect!"
Mu Wanqiu began to play her flute.
As the sound of the flute spread out, skeletons crawled out of the ground, one after another, already white bones.
There were about a dozen of them, and they were scattered around Li Fanfan.
"So this is the Yama Sect's special skill."
Li Fanfan couldn't help but mock as he looked at the skeletons that still had leaves on their bodies. "Controlling corpses … what a disgusting spell."
"Disgusting?"
Mu Wanqiu laughed, "How would someone like you know how to appreciate real art? This is art. Do you understand art?! "
"Understand my ass! You're just pure vulgarity!"
As Li Fanfan spoke, the skeletons lunged at her.
"These people have no thoughts, let's see how you're going to corrupt them!"
Mu Wanqiu urged the skeletons to attack with her flute.
Each of the skeletons were using their bones as weapons. One of the skeletons didn't have any extra bones, so it simply pulled off its left arm and held it in its right hand, opening its jaws wide to attack Li Fanfan.
"My power … isn't limited to corrupting people's thoughts."
As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand and released a dazzling white light at the skeleton that lunged at the front.
Shockwave!
The skeleton's body was instantly jolted away and shattered into pieces in the air.
All of the Knights of the Seven Deadly Sins were Holy Knights of the Church of Rome.
Li Fanfan was part Chinese, but she was no exception.
Many of her skills were Holy Knight skills.
"Holy Spear, Holy Shield!"
She condensed a shield of light in her left hand and a two-meter-long white spear in her right hand. She swung it and smashed the skeletons around her.
The Power of Light was the best way to deal with skeletons and whatnot.
"Damn it, I miscalculated."
Seeing that the situation wasn't looking good, Mu Wanqiu rolled her eyes and instantly sank into the ground below her.
"Trying to escape?"
Li Fanfan threw the Holy Spear in his hand, which pierced through the ground Mu Wanqiu had sunk into.
But the Holy Spear only left a bit of blood behind. It seemed that Mu Wanqiu's speed of escape wasn't slow at all.
"You run fast."
Li Fanfan walked over, pulled out the Holy Spear, and let the spear and shield dissipate.
She clapped her hands and was about to undo the negative state of the Rakshasa Gate disciples. At this time, the voices of Fado and the others came from the woods.
"Sister Fanfan, where are you!"
"Here!"
Li Fanfan shouted loudly.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with colorful lights. One by one, the Rakshasa Gate disciples flew over on their swords and landed beside her.
"Sister Fanfan, are you okay!"
Fado didn't know how to fly on her sword yet. She directly ran out of the woods, grabbed Li Fanfan's arm, and asked, "I brought sister Mo Ling and the others here."
"Li Fanfan, where's the woman that Fado mentioned?"
Mo Ling saw the broken bones on the ground and immediately frowned, "Yanluo Sect!"
"Yes, it's the Yanluo Sect. I've already beaten them away."
Li Fanfan nodded and said, "I'll leave the rest to you. I'll continue fishing. Oh, by the way, that person is called Mu Wanqiu. She knows how to use a flute to control other people's vitality. "
"There's actually such a spell."
Mo Ling glanced at the disciple sitting on the ground.
"Aiya … You guys are so annoying … I can't sleep because of the noise … It's so boring, I don't have any motivation to do anything …"
He stretched out his hand and picked his ear with a face that said 'you guys are so annoying'.
"Wang Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Ling was shocked when she saw the disciple's appearance.
He's not like this usually. This disciple is very diligent and rigorous. Why is he like this today?
"Elder Mo …"
Wang Cheng yawned and said lazily, "What are you guys doing … Tossing and turning. It's such a good day, why don't you lie down and sleep … "
"What, what spell did he get from the Yanluo Sect?"
Mo Ling was stunned.
"Ah, this has nothing to do with the Yanluo Sect."
Li Fanfan hurriedly smiled embarrassedly, "I did it, I did it."
With that, Li Fanfan stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger at Wang Cheng's forehead.
A white light flashed out and fused into Li Fanfan's index finger.
"Ah!"
Wang Cheng seemed to have woken up from a dream as he jumped up from the ground and bowed to Mo Ling.
"Elder Mo! I'm sorry, I, I … "
"It's okay, don't worry about it …"
Mo Ling knew that this was not Wang Cheng's original intention, so he forgave his rudeness, "Speaking of which, this was actually done by the Yanluo Sect. These bastards, it seems like they won't stop again. "
"Elder Mo, I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. Why don't we ask the Sect Leader to handle it?"
A disciple suggested.
"That's the only way. I really can't make any decisions."
Mo Ling shrugged his shoulders, took out his phone and reported the matter to Qin dynasty.
Very quickly, the space fluctuated, and Qin dynasty and Xiao Bai both appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman and couldn't help but secretly exclaim in admiration.
They were indeed a match made in heaven. The man was dignified and the woman was delicate and pretty.
"Master!"
Seeing Qin dynasty, Fado was the happiest. She ran over like a happy kitten and hugged Qin dynasty's waist.
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