As early as in Kunlun Mountain, Han Moting had heard of Master Long's reputation.

There are rumors that Master Long has obtained the inheritance of the Immortal Master.

There are also rumors that Master Long is a personal disciple of Nanxian.

However, Han Moting had never seen Master Long's true form.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Han Moting has seen the legendary Master Long.

However, Han Moting found it ridiculous. Why did his dignified Tianyin Immortal, one of the Eight Immortals in the Guigu, give an old man a thin face?!

Whoosh.

Han Moting suddenly turned the white jade flute in his hand and smiled coldly: "Haha, Master Long, are you a little arrogant? I am one of the Eight Immortals in Guigu, why do you have to give you a thin face?!"

"Hmph, it's so funny!"

"That's right? What's the point of being a mere old man?"

"Haha, this is not that easy to be a good bird."

The martial arts disciples present couldn't help but scold them.

Listening to the discussion around him, Tang Long smiled hoarsely and said, "Haha, I heard that Han Zhenxian is good at playing the flute. I wonder if this master can listen to a song?!"

hiss.

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was breathing in air conditioning.

Is this a provocation?!

Let me ask, who dares to listen to Han Zhenxian’s previous song?!

Even some innate masters will lose their minds after listening to the sound of Han Zhenxian's flute, let alone an old man?!

Before Han Moting could speak, Jiang Tianxin rushed forward and shouted loudly: "My surname is Long, what are you worthy of listening to my uncle playing the flute?!"

“Do you deserve it or not?”

"You will know only after hearing it!"

“Isn’t it?”

When he was speaking, Tang Long raised his mouth slightly, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

What a Jiang Tianxin, how dare you pretend to be a tiger here?!

If it weren't for the purpose of saving Jiang Yang and other eight ghost immortals, Tang Long would have killed Jiang Tianxin!

Jiang Tianxin smiled angrily and said, "Haha, why are there always so many things that are ignorant in this world!"

Han Moting raised his hand slightly and signaled Jiang Tianxin to retreat first.

To be honest, Han Moting really wants to see how the person in front of him resisted his flute sound?!

The sound of the flute is heard!

Half-step ghost gate!

The King of Hell worships you!

Who dares to listen?!

This is exactly what Han Moting is talking about!

From this we can see how terrifying the sound of Han Moting’s flute is!

As long as the sound of the flute enters your ears and half of your feet, you will step into the gates of hell!

Even the King of Hell has to be convinced!

Who dares to listen to such a flute sound?!

Whoosh.

Han Moting suddenly turned the white jade flute in his hand and said with a smile: "Haha, since Master Long has such a good mood, I have to respect him rather than obey him. If you can still stand after the song of the deity, then I will let Jiang Yang and others go. Otherwise, not only will they die, but even Master Long, you will have to meet the King of Hell!"

Tang Long said word by word: "Yes!"

Wow.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Everyone was thinking, is this Master Dragon in front of me crazy?!

You must know!

This Han Moting is known as the Tianyin Immortal!

Especially Han Moting's smallpox, it has extremely strong lethality!

Huwuwu.

I saw a cold wind blowing by, rolling up all the dust and sand on the ground.

Tang Long reached out and signaled: "Let's start!"

"Master Long, I regret it now, it's still time!" Han Moting seemed a little unbearable at this time.

certainly!

This is not to say that Han Moting felt some compassion!

But because Han Moting didn't want Master Long's blood to stain his white robe!

Tang Long Leng said: "How can I regret doing this master?!"

"Hmph, since you are determined to die, I will fulfill your wish!" As he said that, Han Moting turned the white jade flute in his hand and began to play the flute.

The sound of the flute sounded, but the void trembled slightly, and white sound blades spread like waves, spreading towards the surroundings.

Obviously!

Han Moting is just cleaning up the scene!

There must be no other creatures in a radius of ten meters!

otherwise!

At the foot of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, blood will surely flow into a river!

hiss.

Jiang Tianxin, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but gasp in her air conditioner and said, "What a fierce murderous intent, I actually feel suffocating?"

"Yes, it seems that Han Zhenxian was really angry!"

"Hmph, even an ant dares to provoke the true immortal?!"

"Look at it, the body of the Dragon Old Demon will definitely be broken into pieces!"

The martial disciples present also whispered.

As the sound of the flute sounded, snowflakes appeared above Tang Long's head.

As the snowflakes fell, they began to freeze.

Today's snowflakes have long turned into ice flowers.

And those ice flowers fell towards Tang Long like hidden weapons.

Squirt!

Squirt!

Squirt!

Just by hearing the cracks, there were more than a dozen cracks on Tang Long’s black robe!

Tang Long sneered: "Haha, it's interesting!"

At this time, Han Moting suddenly felt humiliated because he saw mockery in Tang Long's eyes.

When Han Moting activated the ceiling, he saw ice flowers everywhere slashing at Tang Long like bullets.

coax!

coax!

coax!

One by one, one after another, and the ground under Tang Long's feet burst open one after another, and cracks were torn into pieces!

The longest crack is seven or eight meters long!

Just imagine how terrifying this smallpox is?!

No wonder, even some innate masters don’t want to hear Han Moting’s flute sound!

At this time, Tang Long had already been swallowed by those ice flowers!

From a distance, Tang Long looked like an ice sculpture, standing still!

"Hiss, is this the smallpox inspiration created by Han Xiangzi, one of the eight immortals in Taoism?!"
To be continued...