Wu Feng found a beetle and rushed over. The air-breaking gun was powerful. After ten moves, he killed the beetle. However, Wu Feng could clearly sense that the defense of these beetles was indeed extremely amazing, making his air-breaking gun a little difficult to pierce.

The weapons of Zhou Lin and others are even more difficult to effectively attack these beetles, not to mention that such a vast number of them are simply beyond the reach of killing.

It is almost impossible to defeat these thousands of golden beetles through head-on confrontation.

The formation had some effect on the beetle army, but soon there was a sparse sound of chewing around. Wu Feng's array materials were being eaten by beetles, and the formation soon became unstable.

Everyone hurriedly retreated, hoping to leave this place before the formation was broken, and hoped that the beetles would be attracted by the bloodstains and corpses on the ground and not to chase them.

But the fact was beyond their expectations. The formation was broken faster than they expected and soon burst. Without looking at the blood on the ground, they were more interested in the warm blood in the monk's body.

Facing thousands of pairs of cold eyes that seemed, Wu Feng and others felt their scalp numb. At this moment, they felt like an ant, facing a group of elephants, and felt very powerless.

Just when everyone felt that there was no way out and decided to fight the insects to the death, a few music sounds suddenly came from the forest, just like fairy music floating on the tinkling spring water, which immediately made the whole world feel as if it was quiet.

Even the beetles that exuded cold and violent gazes were attracted by this music at this time, with a confused and intoxicated look in their eyes. It seemed that this music could transcend races and make them feel an enjoyment of ultimate beauty.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a woman wearing a moon-white long skirt, holding a guizheng, and her fingers kept slashing on the strings.

Sometimes she is as happy as a bird, sometimes as smooth as a flowing water, sometimes as gentle as a breeze, sometimes as rapid as a sudden rain. Every movement of her seemed to be in line with the surrounding heaven and earth, with a strange rhythm, as if it was evolving the way of heaven and earth.

The sound of the piano is invisible and intangible, but it is transmitted into the ears of everyone, like sweet springs flowing into their hearts, cleaning up the dust and ignorance in their hearts, as if they have been subjected to a spiritual baptism, and their whole mind is improving, as if the world is clearer and clearer.

She walked slowly like this, and every step was so right, as if stepping on the beat, making everyone's hearts beat together.

She wore a layer of gauze scarf on her face, which was hazy and vaguely unseen, and could not know her true appearance, but her perfect figure and graceful curves were enough to upside down all living beings.

However, at this moment, everyone could not feel the slightest blasphemy.

Only Wu Feng, his heartbeat did not follow the other party's piano rhythm, and was still strong and powerful according to his own inherent rhythm, like a metronome that was scattered in a perfect movement, which seemed very abrupt and inconsistent.

Wu Feng was still absolutely awake, his back was still wet with sweat. Looking at the thousands of golden beetles that were intoxicated, Wu Feng could not relax. Once these things woke up, they were still a huge threat.

At this time, the dead leaf butterfly, who was still trembling on his arm, reminded Wu Feng that it was almost impossible to kill these golden beetles. Even if these beetles lined up for Wu Feng to kill one by one, it would definitely not be possible in a short period of time.

Moreover, at this time, these golden beetles were only attracted by music and entered into intoxication. Once the attack came, they would wake up again, which would definitely be a disaster.

Wu Feng was operating the "Fuyao True Sutra", and thousands of spiritual seeds flew out at the same time like raindrops. His soul power was extremely powerful, but at the same time, so many spiritual seeds were differentiated, which also made Wu Feng feel empty in the soul sea.

He carefully controlled these thousands of spiritual seeds, and quietly merged into the soul sea of ​​these golden beetles like silent rain. Wu Feng was always cautious in the whole process.

He wanted to try his best to integrate these thousands of spiritual seeds into the soul sea of ​​these golden beetles at the same time. This required Wu Feng's soul power control. At the same time, controlling thousands of spiritual seeds is equivalent to differentiating thousands of soul silks, and each soul silk must be controlled separately.

Fortunately, before this, Wu Feng's control ability had entered the microscopic realm and could carefully control every cell in his body. Although it was still difficult to control these thousands of soul threads, it was not impossible to complete it.

His energy was completely concentrated on these thousands of spiritual seeds, and he could no longer hear the music outside. His soul power was rapidly consumed and there were signs of exhaustion.

Just as Wu Feng completely integrated thousands of spiritual seeds into the soul sea of ​​these golden beetles and successfully controlled these golden beetles, the almost perfect musical sound slowly disappeared.

Everyone was still staying in the dreamy beauty created by the musical sound, but Wu Feng looked at the musical woman walking slowly.

He had a feeling that he seemed to have met this woman somewhere, and he would not feel the wrong feeling of this familiarity.

"Tianyin Sect Ruoyu, I have met Mr. Wu! The master is worthy of being a genius. He is not influenced by my piano music. Ruoyi admires!"

The woman's voice was soft but not charming, which made people feel very comfortable. It was impossible to describe it in words for a while, as if the sound should have been like this, which fits the current situation, this scene and this person.

Wu Feng suddenly thought of lightning, and he remembered who this woman was. When he was outside the ancient battlefield, he had heard Zhou Lin mention the pavilion that stayed in the distance, and vaguely saw her outfit through Hawkeye.

"Make Miss Ruoyu laugh. If it weren't for the girl, Wu Feng and his brothers would be in danger today. I, Wu Feng, remember this kindness of the girl, and I will definitely repay you if you have the chance in the future!"

On the periphery of the ancient battlefield, many monks and forces who came were either sarcastic or hostile, and only a few forces were still kind to him.

The Tianyin Sect is transcendent and does not show hostility or publicly express goodwill. It just treats it as a bystander and quietly watches everything happening.

But what Ruoyu did today did indeed prevent Wu Feng and others from a disaster. Although if they had to force them at the last moment, Wu Feng would be able to kill all these golden beetles by using the Chaos Treasure.

But if you can't use the Chaos Heavy Treasure Wu Peak, you will never use it again. That thing is like a bright lighthouse on the ocean, which can allow those who enter the wild star field to find his place soon.
Chapter completed!