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But at the same time, the sound of Xin Fei Yang's flute actually started playing again. The immortals and demons seemed to be tortured by some kind of soul memory. He immediately held his head and said, it hurts, it hurts. Ah, the immortals and demons flew to the nine heavens and swept high into the forest. When the soul-condensing pill turned into empty embers, it disappeared far beyond the range of space where the sound of the cave flute could be heard....