888: C888 Three-wound Flute

C888 Three-wound Flute

That ray of sunlight was shining on the little figure in the middle of the ruins.2

Ye Xiaofan stood in the middle of the ruins. The electric snake on his white robe gradually dissipated, and the thunder tattoos on his back emitted a destructive aura. Although this absorption of thunder energy didn't help his Thunder Serpent robe to level up, it still strengthened a little.

"My heart hurts so much, I had to break down an astral rank cultivation technique to get rid of General Slayer."

"No, when we get to the True Spirit Martial Academy, other than the True Spirit Saint. Outside of the water, I must find a lot of sixth-grade magic tools to eat … That way, I can comprehend a lot of cultivation techniques. "

"..."

"Crack …"

A few stones fell from the pile of gravel in front of him, letting out a crisp sound that attracted Ye Xiaofan's attention. Ye Xiaofan looked over and saw a black arm with black smoke coming out from the rubble.

"He didn't die!"

Ye Xiaofan frowned. He looked at the pile of rubble in front of him with a surprised look on his face. To think that two lightning strikes were not able to kill him.

"My good brother …"

Zhou Xiaoli crawled out of the ruins. The black skin on his body fell to the ground, returning to his previous appearance. The black skin on the ground now looked like a halberd that had been broken into seven pieces.

That peerless weapon that was originally flickering with red light and emitting a terrifying infernal energy had been turned into a pile of scrap metal, leaving behind not even dregs.

Zhou Xiaoli squatted down and touched the halberd, his eyes turning red. This halberd had accompanied him for eight thousand years, traveled together with him to the north, battled on the battlefield, and established outstanding achievements. He was like his brother, but just now, in order to protect him, he was turned into a pile of scrap metal by the thunder.

Even though he had the protection of the halberd, the halberd was still a Fifth-rank Magical Instrument and could only withstand one-third of the power. The remaining power had completely destroyed the Immortality in his body.

He should not have accepted Su Balong's contract. In that case, even if he was sealed forever, with the halberd as his companion, he would never feel lonely.

"Howl …"

The melodious sound of the flute resonated clearly with its gentleness. Grief and anger intertwined, and it was as if an old friend from far away was beckoning to everyone with the most fragile string in their hearts.

"Brother …" "If elder brother wasn't so incapable, how could you have left before me …"

"If I could repeat that for another three thousand years, I would never have entered the sect and would have chosen to become an ordinary person instead. That way, I could have joined hands with you until my hair turned white, died together, and buried in my hometown …"

"Everyone in the world thinks that I am a cruel and merciless person, but the truth is otherwise. All of this was forced upon me, if I … "If you were still here, why would I be in such a sorry state …"

The sound of the flute resonated throughout the Sacred Martial City. It resounded clearly in everyone's ears, stirring up their memories. Some people had pain in their eyes, while others had sadness in their eyes …

"Zi Qing …"

Zhou Xiaoli, who was squatting on the ground and picking up his broken halberd, had a look of reminiscence in his eyes when he heard the flute tune. It was as if his memories were back thousands of years ago, under the sunset.

A purple-clothed girl with three thousand shoulder-length hair was practicing her swordsmanship with the youth in the middle of the sunset …

The scene changed again. The young man became the marshal of the army, travelling thousands of miles away while the purple-clothed girl looked forward to his return from her loft …

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