On the Yellow River beach, the tranquility was broken by a sudden vibration. The originally flat gravel ground was shaking violently like a boiling pot. Every grain of sand was jumping restlessly, as if conveying some ominous omen. Lin Feng held the Yinglong bone flute tightly in his arms. The bone flute seemed to have life, emitting a dazzling green light. The light penetrated his palm and illuminated the surroundings with a dark green. On the flute body, the reverse scale pattern seemed to come alive, slowly oozing out dark red blood beads, which gathered into a trickle, winding down along the flute hole, and gathered into a small pool of blood in Lin Feng's palm, emitting a strange breath. The residual soul of the mirror spirit panicked in the fragments of the phaseless mirror and screamed sharply: "Put it down quickly! This flute sound will tear the laws of heaven and earth and bring unimaginable disasters!" However, her voice was still echoing in the air, and the humming sound of the talisman of the Kunlun Ruins monk came from afar. The sound was like countless mosquitoes flapping their wings in the ears, making people feel upset. Then, Xuan Xiao's laughter with the power of thunder rolled in, like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Feng's eardrum fiercely: "Hand over the bone flute, and I will leave you an intact body. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place!"

  Lin Feng did not hesitate at all, his eyes were full of determination. He tightly grasped the bone flute and firmly embedded the fragment of dragon horn into the groove at the end of the flute. When his lips gently touched the flute hole, a piercing chill instantly hit him, like countless ice cones, drilling straight down the throat to the heart and lungs, stirring wantonly in his internal organs, causing him to tremble with pain. But Lin Feng endured the severe pain and slowly blew out the first sob. This sob seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, low and suppressed. At this moment, the calm surface of the Yellow River suddenly boiled, countless bubbles surged out from the bottom of the river, crackling and bursting, with a deafening sound. In this noisy, a low roar like a dragon's roar was faintly heard, the sound was distant and deep, as if a giant dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years was awakened. Lin Wanqiu's residual soul gradually gathered around the bone flute. Her red dress fluttered freely under the blowing of an invisible force, but her face became clearer and clearer. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety. With tears in her eyes, she murmured: "Don't blow it, this belongs to the dragon clan. There is a huge secret behind it, which may ruin you forever!"

  However, Lin Feng seemed not to hear it. The sound of the flute suddenly rose. The sound was sharp and fierce, like a sharp sword, piercing the sky. In an instant, something strange happened. The entire Yellow River seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand and began to slowly hang upside down. The turbid river water gradually solidified in mid-air, forming a water curtain as high as 100 meters, like a huge barrier between heaven and earth. In the water curtain, countless dragon shadows were looming. They twisted their huge bodies, opened their bloody mouths, and roared loudly, full of anger and unwillingness. At the bottom of the water curtain, there was a faint blue electric light, which moved like a snake, reflecting the entire sky into a strange indigo color. Under this spectacular and terrifying water curtain, the sword formation arranged by Xuan Xiao seemed as small as a firefly and vulnerable. Xuan Xiao's eyes widened with horror as he watched his disciple being ruthlessly torn to pieces by the dragon shadow and turned into blood mist. The talisman in his hand was also instantly turned into powder under the dragon's might and floated away in the air.

  "Impossible! How can a mere flute sound. How can it have such a powerful force!" Xuan Xiao roared hysterically, but his voice was instantly shattered by the second wave of the wave. At this time, Lin Feng was bleeding from all seven orifices, and blood slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the yellow sand, staining it red. But the sound of the flute seemed to have its own will, becoming more and more passionate and louder. On the surface of the bone flute, ancient runes gradually emerged. When the runes lit up, they emitted a mysterious light. Every flash of the runes was accompanied by a dull roar from the ground. The sound was like an ancient giant beast waking up and roaring, shaking the earth. Lin Wanqiu's residual soul suddenly became solid. She was anxious and rushed over desperately, trying to snatch the bone flute from Lin Feng's hand. When her fingertips touched the back of Lin Feng's hand, it was like a dream bubble, turning into thousands of light points and dissipating in the air, leaving only her crying voice echoing in the air: "Stop! If you blow it again, you will die, please!"

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  At this moment, a water column several tens of feet high suddenly exploded in the middle of the Yellow River, and the huge impact force splashed the surrounding river water everywhere. Then, twelve bronze coffins broke out of the water, with faded dragon-shaped chains wrapped around the coffins. The chains were rusty, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. From the gaps in the coffin lids, smelly black blood oozed out. The black blood flowed slowly like thick ink, emitting a disgusting smell. Lin Feng's flute sound came to an abrupt end, and the last note hovered and reverberated over the coffins, gradually condensing into a blood-colored vortex, which emitted a strong suction force, as if it was going to swallow everything around it. The coffin in the front slowly opened, and the "creaking" sound was particularly harsh in the silent air. On the inner lining of the coffin, the four big characters "Nine Infants Are Not Dead" were written in blood, and the handwriting twisted and squirmed like a living thing, as if it had life. Black blood dripped along the edge of the coffin and onto the mudflat, instantly corroding a bottomless hole. From the hole, bursts of chill emanated.

  Jing Ling's voice was trembling with fear and shock, "Those are empty coffins. Someone used the secret method of the dragon clan to transfer the origin of Jiuying. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind this!" Before she finished speaking, the reinforcements from Kunlun Ruins arrived. Twelve sword lights flashed across the sky like lightning, forming a cage in an instant, trapping Lin Feng in the center. Xuan Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with greed, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey: "It turns out that Jiuying has a backup plan. We are determined to get this bone flute!" After that, the talisman sword in his hand shone brightly, and quickly condensed into a thunder ball. The thunder ball flashed with lightning, making a "crackling" sound, and whistled towards the bone flute.

  Seeing this, Lin Feng held the bone flute across his chest without hesitation. His gray pupils suddenly lit up with golden light, which showed determination and unyielding. The sound of the flute sounded again. This time, the sound was like weeping, with endless sorrow and anger, as if telling the world about injustice and suffering. The Yellow River Dragon Soul was completely awakened by the sound of the flute. A transparent dragon 100 meters long rushed out of the water curtain. The dragon's body was crystal clear, but it exuded a powerful pressure. The dragon's claws were wrapped with lightning, and the lightning was like a sharp sword, slapping the sword formation fiercely. Under the dragon's might, Xuan Xiao's thunder ball was instantly annihilated and turned into nothingness. Xuan Xiao himself was also blown away by the aftermath and hit the coffin heavily. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his white clothes red.

  Lin Wanqiu's residual soul condensed again in the golden light. She looked at Lin Feng's bloody cheek, her eyes full of heartache and reluctance. She slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Lin Feng's face, but her fingertips kept dissipating, like smoke in the wind. "I'm sorry, I can only accompany you for this moment." Her voice was soft and sad, and then her figure slowly merged into the bone flute. The sound of the flute instantly turned into golden blades of light, which crisscrossed and split the offensive of the Kunlun Ruins monks. The monks dodged and their positions were in chaos. Lin Feng felt the power in his body rapidly fading, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground, but the bone flute in his hand was still playing an unyielding melody, and the sound of the flute echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.

  The surface of the Yellow River began to slowly sink. As the water level dropped, the dense network of chains at the bottom of the river gradually emerged from the water. One end of the chains was tied to the bronze coffin, and the other end extended to the direction of the Netherworld Crack. The chains flashed a cold luster in the water, as if connecting the forbidden passage between the two worlds. The mirror spirit suddenly screamed: "Run! Someone is using the power of the bone flute to repair the crack. The real conspiracy is to release something more terrible! Once successful, the world will be in an irreparable situation!" Hearing this, Lin Feng forced himself to stand up with his weak body, carefully put the bone flute into his arms, and then ran towards the direction where the chains converged. Behind him, the curses of Kunlun Ruins and the roar of the Yellow River intertwined, and the blood writing on the bronze coffin was turning bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if foreshadowing a greater disaster was about to come.