9 Mu Jin's sound of the clear spirit

Before Jiuyin could react, she looked up and saw a group of people approaching them in the distant mountain stream. After looking closely, they did not look like normal people at all, but were all black monsters like zombies.

"Blood Slave!" Jiuyin tightened her fingertips and unconsciously grabbed the corner of Zhan Qingcheng's clothes.

Zhan Qingcheng looked at the group of blood slaves approaching them in the mountain stream, nodded, and the big palm that landed on her waist tightened slightly, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not letting something happen to you."

"Qingcheng..." She just couldn't help but call out, but after this call came out, she didn't know what she wanted to say to him.

His protection for himself was consistent, and the warmth at this moment made her feel warm and uneasy.

In order not to let him see his flashing mood, she turned her face and looked around, and used this to calm her mind. She swept her eyes one by one in the forest, searching for Feng Mujin's figure.

After looking around for a while, until a plain white figure came into her eyes, she let out a low voice in fear, and tightened Zhan Qingcheng's sleeves, and felt extremely nervous: "What are he doing!"

When Jiuyin saw Feng Mujin, Zhan Qingcheng also found his figure. This guy was alone and silently approaching the blood slave's team.

I think he was the first person to notice the blood slave approaching. I don’t know why he had such a quick mind, but now, not only Jiuyin, but also Zhan Qingcheng was shocked by his actions.

"You go back to them and I'll go see him." He said in a deep voice.

"No, I'll go with you." Jiuyin pushed him gently, not wanting to argue with him anymore. She said firmly: "Canghai said that even a martial arts master could not resist it, but I am different, I have superpowers."

It’s not that she is so cruel and courageous that she doesn’t care about her body, but that she wants to make others worry, but that she really thinks that she has improved a lot with Canghai’s cultivation of supernatural powers in the past few days.

Before Zhan Qingcheng could respond to her words, Canghai had already rushed towards them from afar. He thought he had already found Feng Mujin's whereabouts.

"Tell him that I can deal with the blood slave." Seeing him coming to the two of them, Jiuyin looked at him and said anxiously: "I want to be with Mu Jin, don't stop me."

In fact, she didn't want to play some deep and affectionate scenes in front of them, but was really worried about Feng Mujin.

Although everyone said he was a master, she only knew that he was in poor health.

After they were together, she had never seen him take action. As for how profound his martial arts were, she didn't know, but only knew that even Canghai and Qingcheng could not deal with this group of blood slaves, let alone Feng Mujin?

Canghai looked up and saw Feng Mujin getting closer and closer to those blood slaves. He held his big palm tightly and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's go together."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhan Qingcheng, ignored his disapproval, and gently pushed Zhan Qingcheng's long arm that fell on Jiuyin's waist, grabbed Jiuyin's wrist and flew along the treetops with her.

Seeing this, Zhan Qingcheng just narrowed his starry eyes slightly, and he didn't say more, and walked to chase them.

But to their surprise, Feng Mujin suddenly stopped when he was less than a hundred steps away from the blood slave team.

He slashed his feet, jumped up, stood directly on the high tree branch, picked up the jade flute he got from somewhere and put it on his lips, and played a strange song at the blood slave.

Such a weird tune, except Canghai, Jiuyin and Zhan Qingcheng had never heard of it. Seeing him like this, I was completely confused.

But after hearing this, Canghai felt shocked and his ten fingers tightened unconsciously.

Jiuyin frowned, and his wrists became tighter and tighter. They were so tight that they felt a little painful. It was obvious that his face was so serious that she would not dare to say anything even if it hurts.

I don’t know what Feng Mujin wants to do, but seeing him stop, the three of them slowed down and slowly approached him. When they were less than ten feet away from Feng Mujin, Canghai suddenly tightened his palms and said in a deep voice: “Don’t go over again, look!”

He pointed at the blood slave in the mountain stream below.

Jiuyin and Zhan Qingcheng noticed the strange phenomenon below. After hearing Feng Mujin play the song, the pace of the blood slaves obviously slowed down.

They stopped in the mountain stream, and some of them stopped dullly in their original place, with no expression on their faces. Of course, judging from their darkness, even if they had expressions on their faces, they might not be able to see clearly.

Some blood slaves also hugged their heads and howled. The screams were not very loud, or even extremely hoarse, which made people feel a little chill.

Even if you can't understand, you can clearly feel their pain and sadness.

Blood slaves are cultivated by healthy and normal people. The people behind them keep taking poisons and even use their superpowers to control their thoughts, so that they gradually become puppets, usually only obey the command of certain people. But first, before they become blood slaves, they have their own independent ideas.

After hearing Feng Mujin's flute sound, some blood slaves even howled while slid down their dark tears.

Their bodies were filled with poisonous gas and aura, and their whole bodies were completely different from ordinary people. However, the sound of the flute awakened the little thoughts that belonged to them deep in their hearts.

They are unwilling to be such a blood slave who is at mercy, has no pain, has no feelings, and only knows to keep killing people. They are unwilling to be manipulated for the rest of their lives and cannot live their own lives at all.

However, their minds are too weak, and once the sound of the flute disappears, they will inevitably fall into the control of those people.

Amid the melodious sound of the flute, some blood slaves had already rolled on the ground in pain, holding their heads and wailing.

Seeing the chaos below, Jiuyin couldn't help but pull Canghai's sleeves and asked softly: "What's going on? How could Mu Jin make them like this? Why did Mu Jin know how to control the blood slave?"

"He is not controlling the blood slave, but washing the blood slave's turbid heart." Canghai's gaze was locked on Feng Mujin. He would understand "The Sound of Clear Spirit", which was completely beyond his expectations.

This song has been lost for many years. With his limited understanding of the Blood Slave, he knew that in Cang Kingdom, some people in the royal family proposed to train a group of Blood Slave Dead Slaves to protect the royal family. Later, a prince appeared in the royal family. Because he couldn't bear to see the Blood Slave end up with a walking corpse from a good person, he made up this song "The Voice of Qingling" with his own superpowers and understanding of the Blood Slave.

The prince was later run and framed by other members of the royal family, and was even stripped of the royal family title for false charges and was sent to the heavenly prison.

His last journey of life was spent in prison. Since his death, this song "The Sound of the Clear Spirit" has also been lost.

Canghai had only heard his mother mention it, and his mother only knew a few clips of "The Sound of Qingling", but why did Feng Mujin understand these? He even knew how to use the Sound of Qingling to maximize its effect.

Seeing that the blood slave team below became more and more chaotic, his heart became tighter and tighter.

Although "The Sound of Clear Spirit" is a song used to cleanse the soul of the blood slave, the blood slaves have to face terrible pain during the cleaning process.

Some blood slaves were already running towards the depths of the mountain stream because they could not bear the heart-wrenching pain. Some of them fell to the ground because of the severe pain from their hearts, leaving only the strength to breathe.

The man behind the team who drove away the blood slaves was blowing hard with the flute used to control the blood slaves, but it was obvious that with his weak skills, he could not compete with Feng Mujin's music.

"You are here, I'll capture that man." Cang Hai patted Jiuyin's shoulder, looked at each other with Zhan Qingcheng before jumping up, skipping over the heads of all the blood slaves, and flew towards the man behind.

The one who controlled the blood slave was a middle-aged man in his forties. Although he had been training the slave for many years, this time he could not find any way to fight against Feng Mujin's flute.

He didn't understand what "The Sound of Qing Ling" is, and the slave trainer just followed the instructions from the superiors. He didn't understand why this man in white could mess up his blood slave team so easily. Even when he took out the flute to control the blood slave, his flute sound seemed to be absorbed by his flute sound, which would have no effect on the blood slave again.

He was shocked until he saw Canghai wearing light gray clothes jumping quickly. He pushed the flute back to his waist, hurriedly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and when Canghai approached him, he stabbed him with a "swish" sound.

Unfortunately, he has good ability to control the blood slave, but his kung fu is not strong. He has been defeated by Canghai's men without even three moves.

Canghai's big palm fell on his shoulder, locking several large holes around him, and directly lifted him up with his shoulders, and walked back towards Jiuyin and the others.

Jiuyin and Zhan Qingcheng jumped down the tree and landed steadily on the ground.

Looking at the man who was thrown to the ground by Canghai, Jiuyin said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Who asked you to assassinate us with your blood slave?"

The man looked up and looked at her quickly, then turned around and looked at Canghai standing beside him, and hummed, "Who are you? Why do you also understand supernatural powers?"

Although he was not strong in martial arts, it was no problem to deal with ordinary masters with his own superpowers. However, he did not expect that his superpowers were completely transformed by the other party as soon as he took action.

The opponent's superpowers were far above him. In Dongchu, he knew very well that there were not many people with such powerful superpowers.

What's more, the Cang clan's superpowers will gradually dissipate after leaving Cang Kingdom. They can only maintain their ability to rely on their demonic energy and the holy medicine they have taken for many years, but the young man could not smell the breath of the Demon Cult at all.

Who is he?

Canghai did not answer his question, but just glanced at him with a lower eye, suddenly stretched out his feet, kicked him away with a "splash".

The middle-aged man hit the tree pole on the side hard, and was thrown away by the force of the bounce, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He spitted out the dirty blood from his mouth, took a deep breath, and finally got up from the ground.
Chapter completed!