Chapter 74: The Sound of the Soul-Chasing Flute

  "Are you sure that tiger is a third-level demon beast?" The man in white robes with the surname Ye furrowed his brow and asked. The three Qi-refining disciples nodded simultaneously, one of them saying: "The aura on this tiger demon is far from being as strong as the one that killed Master!"

  After getting the accurate answer, Ye surname white robe man carefully looked around and opened his divine sense to scan the surrounding area. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the entrance of the cave where Shui Sheng was located. A hint of unusual color flashed in his eyes as he said: "The terrain here doesn't seem to have any demonic beasts, and this cave doesn't look like a usual hiding place for tiger-like demonic beasts!"

  "The land of Zhongzhou is quite different from our Liangzhou, perhaps the habits of the demon beasts are also different? Within tens of miles around here, we have all carefully searched and found no other suspicious points except for this place." The man with a scar on his face said with a blink of his eyes.

  Ye Xing's eyes narrowed as he nodded and instructed, "This demon beast can hide its form in the cave and avoid divine detection. It doesn't seem simple, everyone be careful, let's set up the formation!"

  Half an hour later, fifteen monks stood in a row around the valley, each holding a ritual object. The sky was filled with flashing lights, and various objects such as flags, banners, shields, swords, and spears flew around each monk's body. At the same time, each person held a long flute, which were all three feet long, despite being made of different materials and colors.

  Ye Xing took out a three-foot-long snow-white jade flute and put it to his lips.

  A gentle and melodious flute sound drifted out in all directions, the sound was initially soft and slow, then became urgent, and finally turned into a high-pitched and stirring melody.

  Although the sixteen people's magical powers were different in terms of high and low, as well as their skills and divine abilities, the pitch and rhythm of the flute playing were exactly the same, as if they had practiced countless times beforehand, accurate and flawless. When Ye Xing's flute sounded sharp and clear, the crowd followed suit with a sharp and clear sound.

  In the dense forest, the apes, flying birds, deer and small animals heard the flute sound that pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and they were suddenly frightened and scattered in all directions. A group of crows, unable to withstand the stimulation of the flute sound, had just flown out of the forest and had not yet flown a hundred feet away when their bodies "popped, popped, popped" continuously and exploded, turning into clusters of bloody mist. It seemed as if this flute sound was filled with endless killing energy!

  Inside the stone room, Wu Mu Dao Ren suddenly opened his eyes when the flute sound started, his consciousness slowly swept around, a cold gleam flashed in his triangular eyes, and he whispered: "Looking for death!" He stood up, just about to take big strides out of the stone room, but suddenly remembered that his magical powers were lost, and a hint of helpless bitter smile appeared on his face.

  It has been more than ten days since returning from Yinma Town, and after taking several elixirs, Wu Mu Dao Ren's magical powers have only just recovered to the level of Qi Refining Fifth Layer.

  The black tiger's long hair stood on end, it let out a low growl, its eyes began to appear with threads of blood as the flute sound changed, it seemed that the outside flute sound made it extremely hostile, if not for the Two Instruments Qiankun Array's seal enclosing the cave, it was likely that it would have already rushed out of the secret room.

  The aquatic gaze turned to the Wumu Daoist who walked out of the stone chamber, saying: "Dao Chang, it seems that outside is the Ice Seal Valley cultivator playing the flute, what should we do?" "A Jindan mid-term cultivator, fifteen Qi-training period cultivators, and four second-level demon beasts. Either treat them as if they don't exist and ignore them, or think of a way to kill them!" The Wumu Daoist's face was cold and frosty, saying in a chilly tone.

  It is said that outside, there is a Jindan middle-stage cultivator. If the dark and mysterious Wu Mu Daoist's magical powers are unobstructed, with the help of Qinglin Snake and Hei Hu, it would not be difficult to kill all the cultivators outside. However, at present, Wu Mu Daoist's internal magical powers are not even enough for himself, how can he possibly kill the sixteen people outside? Not to mention that Qinglin Snake may not necessarily be a match for that Jindan middle-stage cultivator, even if it could win, if the opponent intends to escape, it would be impossible to stop.

  The aquatic little brain was thinking quickly, but outside the deep canyon came a low roar of the green scale beast, the roar was full of anger, apparently, the ear-piercing whistle outside also made it extremely uncomfortable.

  Wu Mu Dao Ren coldly smiled and said, "It seems that not responding is no longer an option! The other party has already discovered this cave, from the formation they set up, it's clear that they want to use the Soul-Beckoning Flute Sound to force out the demon beast, and then capture it. I wonder if they've found the Qing Lin Python or the Black Tiger!"

  He took a glance at the black tiger with bloodshot eyes, eager to try, and said: "If this continues, not to mention this black tiger, the green scale worm will definitely be forced out of the cave. However, they should not have thought that there are still two of us in the cave. Since so, wanting to kill them is not entirely impossible. It's better to take the initiative and make a move first, otherwise, more trouble will arise!"

  Having said that, he rushed to Shui Sheng and spoke a few words. After listening, Shui Sheng's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

  Before long, the green-scaled python stopped its angry roar. A black light burst out from the entrance of the cave and reached a cliff in just a few flashes. With a mournful cry, the neck of one of the Taoist priests was bitten off by the black tiger. Without stopping for a moment, the black tiger turned around and rushed towards another priest, and the second mournful cry came soon after.

  A young monk standing on the edge of a cliff, heard his companion's scream and saw a black tiger pouncing over like lightning. His heart was shocked, he raised his left hand, three seven-inch-long green flying knives flew out from his sleeve, forming a character shape to pierce the black tiger. His right hand tightly grasped a jade flute, with a burst of magical power, bright green light shot out from the long flute, in the blink of an eye it transformed into a seven-foot-long thick green rod, the size of an egg. The young monk grasped the rod with both hands and shouted loudly as he smashed it down on the black tiger's head.

  Facing the three cyan flying knives that flew in a product-like shape, Hei Hu's eyes showed a hint of contemptuous humanization, and his body shape shifted strangely in an instant, bursting out a black light, and suddenly lost its trace. The three flying knives that whizzed over, along with the astonishingly powerful green rod shadow, all fell empty.

  The young monk saw the black tiger disappear into thin air, and his heart was shocked. He was afraid that the black tiger would appear behind him, so he suddenly rushed forward. Unexpectedly, a black tiger's paw flashed out from the slanting stab, striking the young monk's face with lightning speed. Blood splattered everywhere, and the young monk's head burst open like a watermelon.

  Before the tea was served, five monks had already died under the claws of the black tiger. The monk with the surname Ye did not expect that this black tiger would be so ferocious, not only could it unexpectedly resist the attack of the soul-chasing flute sound, but also its mind was not affected by the flute sound at all, without any signs of madness and restlessness, its movements were light and swift, and its actions were mysterious and unpredictable, completely different from ordinary tiger demons.

  Although it can be clearly judged from the fluctuation of law that this black tiger is indeed a third-level demon beast, but Ye Xing has never seen a tiger demon with such swift movements. He couldn't understand why a third-level demon beast would dare to play the flute sound array that could stimulate a fourth-level demon beast to lose its mind?

  This black tiger was captured by He Lian under a coincidence of fate in a secret place, and has never been summoned before the disciples of the sect, so Ye Xing naturally doesn't recognize it.

  At this moment, Ye Xiu finally saw clearly that the black tiger's eyes had turned blood red. He was overjoyed in his heart and knew that the black tiger was still under the influence of the flute sound and was not clear-headed. It seemed likely that he could capture it. Of course, if he continued to stimulate it with the flute sound, it might cause the black tiger to become frenzied or even explode and die. For a moment, he hesitated, put away the jade flute in his hand, and pounced on the black tiger in mid-air.

  The black tiger seemed to sense the danger and threw down a cultivator of the Qi Refining stage who was being chased, letting out a loud roar as it pounced towards the Ye surname cultivator.

  Ye Xing's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he said, "You've arrived just in time!" With a murmured incantation, a flash of white light appeared in his hand, and a small silver hammer, about the length of a foot, materialized. As he urged on his magic power, the hammer suddenly expanded to seven feet in length, its broad, flat head sprouting dozens of sharp spikes, each five or six inches long. With every swing, the spikes shot out beams of silver light as thick as fingers, and wherever they struck tree trunks or rocks, there was a deafening crash, sending splintered wood and shattered stone flying everywhere.

  Hei Hu saw the powerful silver hammer in Ye Xing's hand and seemed to be greatly intimidated, suddenly turning around and fleeing towards the stone cave.

  Just now, the black tiger was about to pounce on that Qi-refining disciple, and the retreat route towards the stone cave would have been blocked by Ye Xing. Now, however, Ye Xing has focused his energy on urging the silver hammer forward, stopping in his tracks, while the black tiger takes advantage of the situation and pounces towards the stone cave.

  Seeing the black tiger so cunning, Ye Xing's anger rose to his heart, and the silver hammer flew out of his hand, whistling towards the black tiger. The black tiger's shadowy figure flashed continuously in the air several times, already outside the cave entrance. A claw flashed, and the dense vines blocking the cave entrance scattered in all directions, as one head burrowed into the mountain cave.

  A loud crash, followed by a silver hammer, heavily smashed on the stone wall outside the cave entrance. In the flying dust, half of the stone cave collapsed, and countless giant rocks fell from the cliff.

  "Everyone, bring out your magic treasures and form a magic array to guard the entrance of the cave. I must capture this tiger beast with my own hands!" The leaf surname cultivator angrily shouted, his body transforming into a dazzling white light as he darted into the mountain cave.

  The cave wall twisted and turned, after entering the cave, Ye Xing repairman unexpectedly couldn't urge on that powerful silver hammer treasure, had no choice but to put it away, from his sleeve he fished out a round ball shining with silver light.

  Fortunately, his divine consciousness was still able to capture the black tiger's trail, and he wasn't afraid of losing it.

  As they walked, the more astonished they became. How could this cave not be the lair of a tiger-like monster? Not only was there no stench of rotting flesh that usually filled such dens, but also there were no piles of bones from other beasts on the ground. Seeing the black tiger fleeing faster and faster in the cave, he feared losing it and, although puzzled, didn't dare slow down his pace, carefully exploring to prevent the tiger from escaping through another exit in the cave.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, at a deep ravine, Ye Xing saw three forked roads, and just then, the black tiger's breath suddenly disappeared without a trace.

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