At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was still alive, but the old man was still alive.

In the Shiwan Mountains, looking at the Holy Spirit Boy who was still out of control.

Wang Changqing continued to blow the mournful chapter symbolizing despair. The 100,000 medicine men had been driven crazy by the sound of the flute. The desire to kill had become increasingly high, and some had already begun to kill each other.

Only the white-haired boy was unmoved, like a white lotus in the mud, clean and not evil.

A medicine man without the Holy Spirit Boy, no matter how powerful the flute sound was, was just an ordinary medicine man, let alone Beili.

Even Nan Jue, whose national strength was a little weaker, could not be destroyed.

But if there were medicine men led by the Holy Spirit Boy, not only could Beili be destroyed, but Nan Jue would also be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

This is the importance of the Holy Spirit Boy, Holy Spirit Holy Spirit...

He was originally a god in heaven, but because of the interference of mortals, he fell into the mortal world and was subjected to evil magic.

He became an evil spirit that was neither human, nor ghost, nor immortal.

Gradually, the jade bracelet in Xiao Ruolin's hand began to collapse, without the restraint of the jade bracelet.

His pupils were gradually covered with white light, and he was about to turn into a puppet for people to drive.

Wang Changqing, who was playing the Ai Cang, was sweating profusely at this moment. How far did a person's will reach to resist until now?

Although he exuded an endless breath of loneliness, he still did not fall into darkness, and only relied on his will to support him until now.

His apprentice was simply... so terrifying!

Just when Xiao Ruolin was about to be completely controlled by the sound of the flute and turned into the Holy Spirit Boy, a black and golden spear broke through the wind.

Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the sky, and the sound was as strong and powerful as the wind from a dragon.

"Break through the air!"

Wang Changqing turned his head suddenly, and saw a black-gold spear breaking through the sky, cutting through the vast sky, and coming in an instant like the roar of a tiger or a dragon.

The spear carried the power of thunder, and it pierced through the clouds and went straight to Wang Changqing's face.

Seeing this, the general beside him suddenly drew his sword and raised his sword to meet it.

Clang!

The clanging sound of metal collision exploded, and the general's legs suddenly knelt down, and the aftermath stirred up waves around, setting off waves.

There was a muffled "boom", and the whole land under his feet raised dust and sank a foot down.

Then, a figure fell from the sky and landed beside Xiao Ruolin.

His face was full of frost, and there was a strong killing intent between his eyebrows.

"Wudang Wang Changqing! I knew you were not dead!"

A black robe fluttered like ice and snow, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

The person who came was the spear fairy Sikong Changfeng!

But at this moment, he was no longer as gentle as before.

The murderous intent emanating from Sikong Changfeng became more and more fierce, like a bottomless abyss, unfathomable, and no one dared to provoke him.

As early as the moment he saw Xiao Ruolin, he concluded at a glance that the boy had been refined into a medicine man.

As for why he still maintained his rationality, although he was puzzled, he still did not give up investigating him.

And this investigation directly exposed Xiao Ruolin's background.

It was because Xiao Ruolin was indeed a member of the Beili Xiao royal family, and he was the youngest prince of Beili.

But according to the spies of Xueyue City in Tianqi, the little prince was assassinated by Anhe with the King of Langya, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Looking at Sikong Changfeng, who was full of murderous intent, Wang Changqing said coldly, "Sikong Changfeng of Xueyue City? You can't call my uncle by his name casually."

"You are not worthy!" Sikong Changfeng shouted angrily, "You are still a human being if you drag the grievances of the older generation into the younger generation!"

"The high-spirited and chivalrous Wang Changqing died long ago. Now I am not a human, but a ghost! I am an evil ghost who wants to take down the Beili Dynasty!" Wang Changqing sneered, not hiding the hatred in his heart at all.

"It's useless to say more. Today I will clean up the door for Uncle Su Chen!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Changfeng raised his hand and grasped the black-gold spear, and a fierce and domineering pressure swept over.

With a fierce swing of the spear in his hand, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the earth broke inch by inch!

Seeing this, Wang Changqing smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and also stretched out his hand to grasp the long sword.

"When I was in the martial arts world, you were just a young boy who had not yet dried up. I'm afraid you thought that you were the best in the world just because you were called the Spear Master!"

After saying this, Wang Changqing took the lead in charging forward and slashed out with his sword, like a startled wild goose flying through the sky, with a chilling light that made people tremble.

Back then, Wang Changqing was a disciple of Wudang, the leader of the Taoist sect.

He was also the peerless of that generation!