Pampered Underworld Marriage: Genius Baby Black Belly Mother

"Daddy, brother, be careful!" he yelled to remind.

After he was safe, he was looking at the music score left by Jade Soul to see if there was any breakthrough?

When Long Ye heard the sky, his eyes suddenly froze. He quickly turned around, and his awe-inspiring figure quickly turned around in place. A fierce golden light in his hand seemed to be pulled up from the ground, like a wave of ten thousand meters, which instantly blocked the galloping out. Rain of arrows.

Visible to the naked eye, suddenly, sharp and poisonous arrows were shot down in various places in an instant, and some even flew back to directly assassinate the archers on the roof and ground.

Hearing a muffled hum, Long Yetian's eyes flashed a sardonic smile. With the help of the secret guards of the Lingwang Mansion, he wanted to kill Long Yetian. It was just a foolish dream.

When Long Ye Tian didn't do anything, he was waiting for the other party to repent a little bit. If the other party didn't repent, waiting for him to make a move, it was the death of the other party, and he would never show mercy.

He has given a lot of opportunities in life, but they regard his kindness as an ambition to make an inch.

The Spirit King is one of them. If the Spirit King is resolved tonight, the news here will not reach the Mu King's ears. I want to deal with him internally and externally, dreaming!

After relived his life, his eyes became brighter than before.

"Ah!" After Jin Guang was removed, Lin Ziyi admired his father's cultivation base with five bodies.

Such a wave of air is like moving mountains and seas, and then overwhelming, it is enough to overwhelm the tenth-level cultivation base.

Look, he flees desperately with his brother in the day, and Daddy solved it with one move. How can he not be shocked by this gap?

Lin Zichen also looked at Daddy admiringly, one day, he will definitely be able to possess such a supreme cultivation base just like Daddy.

Every time he gets injured in battle, he can stimulate his fighting spirit for cultivation, and every time he meets a master, he will find out where his weaknesses are faster?

This is the experience of each battle, allowing him to escape multiple times under extreme circumstances.

Seeing a large number of hidden guards coming up in the garden, his big eyes, which are as beautiful as gems, were instantly covered with chill.

The life-threatening soul-locking whip in his hand was waved out like electricity in an instant.

He could clearly feel that the latter group of people in black were not as strong as the previous group.

Part of it, he combines magical power and spiritual power, and can also deal with one or two, which can reduce the consumption of daddy's physical strength.

"Chen'er, be careful!" Long Yetian watched his son's astonishing attack. The silver whip was as strange as a dragon in the night, and he quickly reminded him.

"Daddy, don't worry about Chen'er." Answering his father as he challenged.

The continuous fighting power did not make him breathless, but because of the fusion of magic power, it made him more and more courageous.

Long Yetian glanced at him with relief, turned around, and concentrated on dealing with the people in black who had swarmed in again.

He wanted to see how much strength the Spirit King had hidden secretly.

As long as these strengths are unearthed one by one, the Spirit King will only be himself.

The Spirit King looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes dimmed little by little.

Long Ye's ability, even if he hadn't fully recovered, so many masters, in his hands, would still kill as simple as cutting vegetables.

Just when the spirit king was thinking, under the dark night sky, among the ruins, there was an elegant and jerky sound of flute.

Although Lin Ziyi couldn't understand the meaning of those notes, he understood the syllables. He didn't understand the meaning. He only knew the rhythm, and he wouldn't give out its original power.

But he was tired and sleepy, and if he continued like this, he would not be able to bear it.

Since the Jade Soul is in this Yunpo phantom sound flute, use his rhythm to awaken his power. Lin Ziyi only has this idea at the moment.

Lin Ziyi stood in the wing nest on the wings of the Devil Dragon. His height was only the height of the raised skeleton of the Devil Dragon. His small figure stood inside, almost invisible.

He remembered the first song, but the first time he played it, it was always jerky.

Although jerky, but as his rhythm sounded, there was an instant great shock in the black night sky.

The person who heard the rhythm felt a dizzy sensation in his heart.

And the original green sound blade has also become red, as well as his big jewel-like eyes, it is also as red as a jewel.

Lin Ziyi saw that the sound blade waved slowly like water, completely without attack.

He didn't want to accumulate energy for a long time, he was puzzled, the rhythm was actually weak.

Of course, his position at the moment does not see the following situation.

The archers on the roof gradually lost their power, and the dizziness made them very painful, and they couldn't help holding their heads with both hands.

Long Yetian and Lin Zichen also felt a surge in their chests.

Long Yetian glanced painfully at the sky above the magic dragon, "Yi'er, you...what are you doing?"

The sudden feeling of dizziness made him lose the power to fight. Not only him, but even the people in black who rushed up crazily had the same symptoms as him.

But at this time, Lin Ziyi only took care of memorizing the rhythm in his mind, and he still didn't know what was happening outside.

After the first blow, he suddenly found the feeling.

He was overjoyed in his heart. He has an amazing talent for his proficiency in rhythm. After blowing it once, he can write down all the rhythms completely.

He reviewed it in his mind. The rhythm was gentle and gentle, and the whole piece was as gentle as a slowly flowing stream, without the power of killing.

He was very puzzled. In the past, the melody of the music he played was always soft, sometimes high, and high, which made him very laborious, and it was also very spiritual, but this song was even effortless, and his The mentality is very peaceful.

Lin Ziyi closed his eyes slightly, reviewed the whole song, and played the Yunpo Phantom flute again.

The difference this time is that the rhythm becomes softer, no longer as jerky as before, but smooth and sweet.

"Ah..." The rhythm of this time made everyone feel dizzy as if they were about to fall to the ground. The power of the whole body was like being pulled out of half, and a trace of spiritual power could not be integrated, let alone attacking with a sword. NS.

"Yier..." Long Yetian yelled.

I don't understand why his son plays such a piece. He has never heard Yi'er play this piece before.

However, Lin Ziyi, who was quiet in her own world, didn't even have a father's voice.

And, because the feeling of playing this piece is completely different from the past, when he played it in his heart, it was never before.

He fell in love with this feeling instantly.

When playing, the whole person was immersed in his world.