Chapter 602 Wind

"Pink Rose, protect me and don't let the villians bother me."

Lin Chuan held a flute in his hand and said to the pink rose beside him.

Pink Rose was a little taken aback, what did she suddenly take out the flute for at this moment? Also, is there still a flute in Io Continent? Don't they all use harps or dulcimers? Or a clarinet?

But she still nodded subconsciously, her face always expressionless.

Lin Chuan actually didn't care about this, he just told Pink Rose to add an insurance.

A lot of fighting plants have been planted around him, and at this moment, they are all set to give priority to killing the surrounding devils. There are also people who are hostile to themselves, and they will be cleaned up immediately.

Don't think that there is no one in Dasheng pass, otherwise, how did the devil open the gate of hell?

He turned the flute sideways, put it near his mouth, and began to play.

Memory, before rebirth, he also knew the flute. Because the life of a magician is also very bitter and lonely. Sometimes, music is needed to adjust.

And the flute is just a handsome performance.

Although no one was watching, he still chose this instrument.

In his previous life, he also studied for a period of time before time travelling.

So holding the flute, Lin Chuan still felt a little familiar.

But when you actually play it, it still feels a little rusty.

"It's ugly!" Pink Rose thought, but didn't say it. She is an iceberg goddess, not mentally retarded! Necessary human relations will still be possible.

Although it is a female guild, it has maintained a good relationship with many male guilds.

Twelve masters added together are no match for thousands of trash players!

One person with one skill can overwhelm them.

Of course, that was the game in the past, and it seems that this is no longer the case in "Apocalypse".

Lin Chuan also blushed a little. He played this song, but he also brought the "Bing Xin Jue" he recited. It is to pull back those ordinary people who have fallen into the temptation of the devil.

The biggest use of this Bing Xin Jue is not to practice spiritual power. Practicing spiritual power is only incidental.

The biggest advantage of "Bing Xin Jue" is that it keeps people calm and not easy to get mad. In the words of the Io Continent, it is not easy for magic riots.

And facing the temptation of this devil, Lin Chuan is not very sure. But do more or less, hold on, soon the Saints of Edwin will come.

I just don't know where the demigod from Dashengguan went.

Logically speaking, more than a hundred years ago, Edwin came to wreak havoc once. There will definitely be a demigod sitting here.

Even if you can't beat Edwin, at least you have to persist until the support of other demigods!

There are some hands-on students whose voices are not very pleasant. But Lin Chuan still insisted on playing, and he wanted to get familiar with it as soon as possible.

Under Pink Rose's curious eyes, Lin Chuan's speed was very fast, and it didn't take long before he became familiar with her. What was originally an unpleasant noise quickly turned into more pleasant music.

"But at this time, what's the use of playing music? Do you still expect those people to stay and listen to the music you play?"

Pink Rose complained that she also wanted to save some people at first, such as setting up some obstacles, such as tying up some people.

But then, Pink Rose discovered that the effect of such an action was too small. Almost useless. There are millions of people, most of them are ordinary people, and the number of people who pour into the gate of hell every minute is more than a few hundred.

Even with the support of a whole city of magic towers, it can't be done.

What's more, those magicians still need magic towers to protect themselves, and they are not willing to use magic power to protect these ordinary people.

But soon, Pink Rose discovered something strange.

She also felt very annoying to the sounds playing next to her ears.

There is an urge to rush into the gate of hell. It seems that there is her final destination, the paradise she yearns for very much.

If it weren't for her good willpower, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do.

Pink Rose looked at a status on the property bar and a system prompt, and was a little dazed.

System: You are affected by the music of your companions, your mood will remain calm for the next time, and your chances of falling into a magic riot will be reduced!

System: You are affected by your companion's music, your mood will remain calm for the next time, and you will be less tempted by the devil!

Really useful! She would have thought that she was dazzled.

What music! so useful? Could it be that besides botanist and magician, this person also has a part-time job in music?

There are occupations related to music in the continent of Io, and bards are, in a way, such occupations related to music.

In the Rose Mansion, there is also a player who has taken up this profession.

However, Lin Chuan's performance is really surprising, right?

This is the third career? And every profession is so strong?

Does this stop people from playing games? Can you still have fun?

Soon, some of the ordinary people around who were rushing towards the gate of hell began to struggle.

Not long after, the madness and red in the eyes of those people who were close to Lin Chuan and the others slowly faded away. They opened their eyes and looked around blankly!

"What's wrong with us?"

"what is that?"

"Is that the devil's gate?"

"How did they rush in?"

Pink Rose was very surprised, what's going on? really useful?

Lin Chuan couldn't control the pink rose, he played it as hard as he could, and at the same time mobilized the magic power in his body, turning the "Bing Xin Jue" he recited into a calm magic power, affecting the surrounding humans.

He knew that what he had done was not enough, the scope of this city was too big. Moreover, the scope is too wide and the number of people is too large. He has no way to save so many people.

But he just had an urge to play loudly and save more people.

"You are the god of the four seasons, you rule over the changes of the four seasons!"

"You are the God of Spring, holding the power to revive all things!"

"You are the God of Summer, and you hold the power to flourish all things!"

"You are the God of Autumn, holding the authority to harvest all things!"

"You are the god of winter, and you hold the power hidden in all things!"

"I pray for your response. I would like to believe in your way and practice your will. May your way be practiced on the earth as it is in your country!"

In the half-plane, Xue Lier was still praying, she didn't want to stop, because when she stopped, crying would come from her ears.

It is not anyone's cry, but the cry of this piece of land. It doesn't want to be contaminated by the breath of the demon world, and doesn't want to fall!

At this moment, a flute sound entered Xue Lier's ears, and she felt a burst of peace in her heart. It's like the feeling of being comforted by a mother.

"You are the god of the four seasons, you rule over the changes of the four seasons!"

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