Unparalleled Rebirth

Chapter 11 Sonic Attack

They didn't encounter any spiritual plants after that. Although they encountered monsters during this period, if those monsters didn't take the initiative to attack them, Mo Wushuang would not do anything.

Lu Zhiyuan and Lin Moyu both walked behind Mo Wushuang.

Looking at Mo Wushuang's back, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Has he always been so cold?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Lin Moyu glanced at Lu Zhiyuan coldly.

When Lu Zhiyuan heard Lin Moyu's answer, he couldn't help curling his lips and said with disgust, "Your character is so bad, no wonder everyone in the Lin family doesn't like you."

Lin Moyu didn't take his words seriously. Among the big families, those so-called dislikes were just because of jealousy and interests.

At this moment, bursts of roars suddenly came.

The steps of the three people couldn't help but pause.

"It sounds like the cry of a monster." Lu Zhiyuan muttered.

"There may be a group of monsters rioting." Lin Moyu looked slightly calm and said to Mo Wushuang, "But the group of monsters generally will not riot for no reason, unless there is an accident or man-made disturbance."

Mo Wushuang's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were looking into the distance.

"Who would be so bored that the demonic beasts would riot? The rioting of the demonic beasts in the secret realm would be of no benefit to us humans." Lu Zhiyuan obviously did not believe that this was man-made.

Lin Moyu had no intention of explaining to Lu Zhiyuan. His eyes were still on Mo Wushuang, and he opened his lips and asked, "Do you want to find another way?"

Now, both he and Lu Zhiyuan were actually following Mo Wushuang aimlessly.

However, before Mo Wushuang could answer, another harsh laughter came from the front.

Lin Moyu's face turned pale, and then she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This is a sonic attack." Lu Zhiyuan's face was also pale, and he quickly used his mysterious energy to resist.

"Sonic attack?" Mo Wushuang murmured softly. His expression was still very cold, and his skin color was as white as snow, but he did not look sick.

Just as he finished speaking, the Nameless Heavenly Book came out of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Wushuang's eyes fell on the Nameless Heavenly Book.

A song appeared on the page of the Nameless Heavenly Book, and Mo Wushuang couldn't help but be startled.

Mo Wushuang thought for a while, then turned to look at Lin Moyu and Lu Zhiyuan, and asked, "Which of you has a piano on your body?"

"I don't play the piano." Lu Zhiyuan replied.

Lin Moyu's face was as pale as paper, she pursed her lips and said, "I only have the flute."

Mo Wushuang glanced at the Wuming Heavenly Book again, and after concentrating for a moment, he lightly opened his thin lips and said, "The flute is fine, give it to me!"

When Lin Moyu heard this, she immediately handed the jade flute she carried with her to Mo Wushuang.

Mo Wushuang reached out to catch the jade flute handed over by Lin Moyu. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then stared at the Unnamed Heavenly Book for a while before starting to play.

The sound of the flute is clearer and louder, melodious and melodious, but it also reveals a faint desolation.

Lin Moyu looked at Mo Wushuang's back and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. He was not affected by the sound of the flute, but he also knew that it was not an ordinary flute sound.

However, Lu Zhiyuan was affected by the sound of Mo Wushuang's flute. He was sometimes crying sadly and sometimes laughing heartily, looking like a madman.

However, Lu Zhiyuan himself seemed not to notice anything strange about himself at all.

Lin Moyu didn't care about Lu Zhiyuan, but his eyes when looking at Mo Wushuang became darker.

The reason why he was not affected by Mo Wushuang's flute sound was because his soul was strong enough.

This is his secret.

As soon as he was born, his soul was at the level of a god.

Mo Wushuang's eyes were a little confused. Although he was still playing the flute, his mind was in chaos and he was full of doubts.

In his only memory, this was the first time he played the flute.

It was also the first time to use sonic attack.

But why is he not unfamiliar at all?

Is there even a sense of déjà vu?

The piece of music he was playing now felt very familiar to him.

But he still couldn't remember anything.

Was he still a music artist before he lost his memory?

The sound technician specializes in sonic attacks.

At this moment, the other party's laughter suddenly stopped, and then an angry voice came out, "Who is interfering with our Qianyin Sect's work?"

"Qianyin Sect?" Lu Zhiyuan's expression suddenly changed, he gritted his teeth and said, "That is the super power of Xuanwu Continent."

Lin Moyu also frowned.

Mo Wushuang seemed not to hear their words and continued to play the tune shown in the Unnamed Heavenly Book.

However, at this moment, they saw two men wearing the same clothes flying towards them.

"The people from Qianyin Sect are here." Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but screamed.

"It turns out you are interfering with our Qianyin Sect..." One of them spoke with a very gloomy expression. However, before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

Because the sound of the flute played by Mo Wushuang suddenly changed.

As the sound of the flute changed in vain, the two people who claimed to be Qianyin Sect disciples suddenly vomited blood and their bodies fell from the air.

The bodies of the two fell to the ground, and there was the sound of bones breaking and their screams.

Although they were not dead, they were seriously injured and looked very embarrassed.

"You..." Lu Zhiyuan looked at Mo Wushuang in shock. He did not expect that Mo Wushuang would dare to hurt someone after knowing that the other party was from the Qianyin Sect.

Although he felt quite happy to see the people of Qianyin Sect being unlucky, there would definitely be trouble later!

"He doesn't care." Lin Moyu said calmly.

"Why don't you care?" Lu Zhiyuan looked at Lin Moyu with a puzzled expression.

Lin Moyu did not explain any more.

However, after Lu Zhiyuan thought for a while, he figured it out. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't help but guess, "Could he also be born in a super power? If that is the case, no wonder he will Facing the Qianyin Sect so confidently..."

Lin Moyu did not answer Lu Zhiyuan's question because even he himself did not know the origin of Mo Wushuang's identity.

When Lu Zhiyuan thought of Mo Wushuang's peerless temperament, he became more and more sure of his guess. After all, ordinary families could not raise such an outstanding person.

"Is this where his confidence comes from?" Lu Zhiyuan murmured to himself.

Lin Moyu naturally heard what Lu Zhiyuan said, but he did not correct him.

Although he felt that Mo Wushuang's confidence might come from his ignorance after losing his memory.

The white clothes on Mo Wushuang's body were fluttering in the wind, and his appearance was like that of an immortal in a painting. He was playing the flute without any distraction, which was quiet and ethereal, but also revealed a hint of fierce killing.

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