"The flute of the Biyou Tide."

Bai Ye couldn't help but look at the flute in Zixing's hand.

The flute should be a high-level artifact, and most of it is also a musical weapon.

However, before this, Bai Ye had never seen Zixing take the initiative to use the Biyou Chao Li Flute, and he didn't know the effectiveness of this flute. However, with years of combat experience, he had a little analysis.

This Biyouchao Tide Ascending Flute seems to have the effect of condensing the immortal essence. This is what he saw from the brief battle just now. Of course, it may also be his speculation. After all, Zi Xing's own strength is also very strong.

Two hundred years later, Bai Ye was finally qualified to confront one of his enemies, but at this moment he was extremely calm, with no slight waking in his eyes.

The magical glazed sword in his hand was slightly tightened, and Huan'er was in touch with him, and he immediately felt Bai Ye's extremely strong murderous intent, and all the emotions contained in this murderous intent were easily understood by Huan'er.

"Dad, Huan'er will help you kill this person!" Huan'er bit her teeth and said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zixing took action. He slowly placed the Biyou Chaosheng flute beside his mouth, but the corners of his mouth were raised intentionally or unintentionally, as if mocking Bai Ye.

"For many years, this emperor has rarely used the Soul-Wrenching Tide Ascension. Bai Ye, you are very lucky. Today I will let you see the master's fame technique!"

Zixing is extremely confident, as if he is eating a white night.

Immediately, a beautiful melody opened with the air, but what surprised everyone was that the music they heard did not make them feel any discomfort. On the contrary, this song was refreshing.

Even Bai Ye did not react at all, as if Zi Xing had overexaggerated the power of the Soul-Wrenching Tide.

"What, I'm so embarrassed to play such an ugly song. The old Zixing dog almost blows the cowhide!" Yan Lie laughed.

But when he accidentally saw Bai Lingzhi's face, he was extremely solemn, and he couldn't help but say curiously: "Hey, Lao Bai, why are you looking in pain? Do you also think that the song of Zixing Old Dog is very unpleasant?"

Bai Lingzhi gave him a blank look and said, "You don't understand. This soul-striking song is an extremely powerful technique. This song is divided into three parts and seven songs, corresponding to three souls and seven spirits. When the seven songs end, the three souls and seven spirits of those who hear this song will completely disappear. After so many years, Zixing rarely displays it in front of the world. It is rumored that this song is too powerful, but those who have heard it have indeed not survived!"

"So powerful?" Yan Lie curled his lips and said in disbelief: "There are too many martial arts in the world. The boss said that there are no absolutely powerful martial arts, but we just haven't found a way to deal with them!"

"Maybe!" Bai Lingzhi said casually. Yan Lie moved Bai Ye out. He naturally didn't want to refute it. However, he was once a subordinate of Zi Xing. He naturally knew more about Zi Xing than everyone else, but he knew very little about the Soul-Strike Tide and the whole thing he knew was only hearsay, which was not true.

However, not no one present had seen the Soul-Wrenching Tide, at least Donghuang and Xiji had seen it.

Naturally, Siki would not reveal any information to Bai Ye, and Donghuang even kept silent, which made people feel strange.

Bai Ye didn't think much at this time. He focused all his attention on dealing with the rising song of the soul-wrenching tide, and did not dare to be careless at all.

He is not a person who doesn't understand music, but compared with Zixing, he is completely out of the same level. Even if he calls him a rookie, he simply doesn't show off his understanding of music, and only analyzes the characteristics of the Soul-Wandering Tide and Ascension Song based on combat experience.

However, the first song was about to end, and like everyone else, he did not feel any discomfort. It seemed that this song was just an ordinary music. Did Zixing not start yet, and he was deliberately playing with him?

"The first song is the soul-suppressing, the end!" Zi Xing looked at him with a smile and said quietly: "The next song is the second song, soul-suppressing!"

“Is this over?”

The same question arose in everyone's minds. The unknown people even thought that the soul-suppressing was a requiem. Not only did it not make people feel uncomfortable, it had the effect of refreshing the mind.

Bai Ye thought this for a time, but when Zi Xing said the name of the song without fear, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something, and immediately grabbed the Fantasy Colorful Glass Sword and rushed over.

"Since it is a musical technique, it is naturally a long-range attack. As long as you are close to it, you can stop him!"

Bai Ye thought so, but when he left, an accident happened.

When he tried to step, his feet were locked. If he hadn't been stable enough to lower the plate, he might have fallen to the ground.

But when he looked down, there was nothing under his feet. Besides, with his strength, even if he was placed at his feet, it would never be an obstacle for him.

However, the feeling just now was very clear and could not have been his illusion.

When he tried to slash his feet with his sword and try to find out the reason, he found that his wrist seemed to be tied up by iron chains, but his eyes were empty.

"Strange, what happened?" Bai Ye was a little surprised. He just listened to a song and was completely restricted from his freedom, but he didn't notice all this. Could it be that he was too careless?

Bai Ye that everyone saw was like walking in space, but a discerning person immediately noticed something was wrong with him.

Bei Xuan frowned and asked Donghuang: "What's wrong with Bai Ye?"

Donghuang said with a serious expression: "I'm afraid he was hit by the soul shackles of Soul-Slaying Qu, Bai Ye's soul has been locked!"

"Is it so easy?" Emperor Beixuan Tian was shocked. He was just a seemingly innocuous song, which unknowingly locked his soul. The effect of this musical technique was too perverted.

But Donghuang shook his head and said, "The reason why Bai Ye was hit is because he didn't understand the Soul-Wrenching Tide Ascension. As long as he was guarded, the Soul-Suppressing Qu would not be so powerful!"

"How to prevent it? Don't listen? It seems a bit difficult!" Bei Xuan said with a wry smile.

Donghuang sighed and said, "The musical technique relies on the power of the soul, while the soul-wrecking tide is aimed at the soul. If the soul power is strong enough, it can break through the cage and break the rhythm, which is a pity..."

"Don't Bai Ye have such strong soul power?" Bei Xuan said with a serious expression: "What Zi Xing is good at is the soul power. Not to mention the fairy world, it is extremely rare to find several soul powers in the five realms at the level of the Heavenly Emperor. It is not an exaggeration to say that Zi Xing is an invincible existence under the Immortal Lord!"

At this time, the Emperor Donghuang's eyes sterned and sent a message to Bei Xuan: "You and I will do it together. Even if you have to fight for your old face, you must keep Bai Ye. You must not let Brother Bai's son die here!"
Chapter completed!