Silent Crown Chapter 168: There should be moonlight
"Let the strings pluck, please weep with me!"
In the dark room, the red-eyed head is suspended in the air, and under the distorted ground, it looks like a worm and snake are creeping, constantly changing. Baidu search Geli Literature Network (the best experience of reading novels without pop-up windows is in [novels])
In front of him, sharp sacred music emerged from the ancient scroll, resounding through the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, deep in the darkness, there was a burst of hoarse singing.
In the remote ‘warehouse’, countless iron hooks hanging from the ceiling swayed empty...there is nothing on it!
The dead bodies are now moving again! They crawl, wriggle, and stagger, gather outside the central organs, and wander in the complex underground palaces.
Without exception, the pupils of those corpses have all turned into **** red!
When the holy song sounded, all the corpses trembled instantly, and they turned their heads to look in the direction of the holy scroll.
The red eye pupils seemed to have been ignited, releasing a hot red light.
Sharp sacred music echoed in every corner. In the sacred music, all the corpses raised their heads, opened their mouths, and sang in unison.
Recite the sacred music of **!
This is the result of the transformation of Red Eyes for so long, the choir of the dead hidden in the dark, the chant team from hell.
He doesn’t care **, because every corpse that he has transformed can become his body, and now his will has been pulled out of the body, flowing on the countless corpses, manipulating They, like a thousand people, sing hoarsely,
"Let the strings pluck, please weep with me!"
The singing echoed in the darkness, causing all the royal musicians to suddenly look up and look overhead.
They saw the invisible darkness wriggling over their heads, turning into a big mouth. Recite the disaster poem:
"The wheel of fortune is turning mercilessly, disaster is coming, and the pain is terrible! There is no hesitation at this moment. The most fearless warrior has also been crushed by fate, crying and crying.
Alms miserly. But for the greedy blackmail..."
The "Song of Boylen", which requires dozens of musicians to perform at the same time, converged in the roar, whisper, and harmony of thousands of mouths.
The ** hymn stirred the darkness and ignited the mercury notes carved under the layers of stone bricks.
In an instant, countless bad fogs emerged out of thin air, swallowing the entire hospital completely. In the darkness, countless monsters danced and neighed in silhouette, and couldn't wait to rely on their flesh and blood to condense and form.
In the underground palace, silt dripped continuously from the top of the head.
A royal musician who was sweeping on the outside noticed the cold on the back of his neck. Reached out to touch, but saw a piece of squirming mud spreading on his hand.
The silt rushed up to the shoulders along the elbows, and then plunged into the heart, flowing in the blood, wherever it passed, all the flesh and bones became pure black.
He exclaimed and staggered back.
His companion turned his head, but saw the back holding on to the wall, bending over and vomiting.
"Asa, what's the matter with you?"
The musician lifted the wind lantern in his hand and shone at him.
"I, I'm fine."
The man with his back to them shook his head and wiped the mud from the corners of his mouth. Gasping hard.
On that stiff face, a hollow smile appeared:
"Just... I'm a little hungry."
Outside the central organ, layers of scarlet notes and movements emerge from the walls and dome. It's like entanglement between Ma and Teng Luo.
Darkness swallowed everything, turning the entire underground labyrinth into a realm of different worlds, instantly isolating the inside and outside!
This is a desperate and tragic song dedicated to fate, and it is the killing sacrifice of the evil god.
The entire underground palace has become a huge quagmire.
All those who are in it will sink in the quagmire, struggling hard, trying in vain to break free. Only despair awaited them.
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"Let's immerse yourself in hunger, and let you gluttonous here tonight. Everything is a sacrifice to the God of Hundred Eyes!"
The Robin held the half of the ‘Road Sign’ in his hand, his eyes gloomy. No mercy. But when she saw the two silent figures, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Holmes and Moriad, these two guys... are both big troubles that must be eliminated!
"Red eyes, first erode the two people in the final laboratory, the road signs must be in our hands!"
The red eyes closed their eyes, and the scroll in front of him shook, causing waves in the sound of the chant. The black silt moved at his command, like a torrent of torrents flowing on the wall.
Suddenly, gushing out from all sides of the final laboratory.
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In the laboratory, thick black mud emerges from the cracks in the ceiling, floor, and walls, transforming its shape, eroding all living things wherever it passes.
Ye Qingxuan slowly backed away, but the range of motion was compressed to become smaller and smaller. The corrosive force emanating from the mud has made his eyes dark.
If it is really contaminated a little bit, I am afraid that the result will definitely not be better.
It's just that, at this moment, there is no way for him to leave.
There is no way in the sky, no way into the earth.
That should be the case, right?
"Still rash."
He bit his lip and frowned slowly: "Ms.'Professor', please don't be in a daze?
The matter between us can be discussed later, and the attribution of the beacon can also be discussed, but is there any good way for you to get us out now? "
"Well, even Holmes is helpless?"
The professor laughed softly, as if he was happy because of Ye Qingxuan's lower attitude: "I have a way, if you ask me, I will tell you."
"Okay."
Ye Qingxuan blinked at him with big pure eyes: "Sister Professor, I beg you..."
"..."
Although he heard the call for help, the professor did not feel complacent, but felt a little congested in his heart:
"Don't you have no dignity as a fellow?!"
"It's just asking for help. I can't reach the level of dignity, right? Life is so precious. It's not a pity to ask for help."
Ye Qingxuan turned around, slammed a fist under his foot, and burst into shock, retreating the black mud that was slowly covering the surrounding area. Temporarily maintained this small foothold.
"In order to survive, I have done anything more humble than this. You want to see my humiliation. I am destined to be disappointed."
"..."
The professor looked at his back and was silent. The look in his eyes became complicated, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Since you know "Black Friday", will you know the advanced "Moonlight"?"
"In my head, I can't move."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "That's a resonance-level score. I can barely interpret the prologue, but I can't understand what it means."
"Where is the Nine Heavens Ring Wear?"
"...here."
Ye Qingxuan lifted the back of his hand and showed her the ring restored to the strings. So she laughed.
"So, do you want to be ‘homology’?"
She looked at the boy’s eye pupils, as if to find out the fear hidden in them: "If you still want to leave here, I can lend you the power.
As long as you are not afraid of being sucked up by me, a demon musician of unknown origin..."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, holding her outstretched palm, her palm was soft and cold, but not scary, but there was a faint sense of familiarity.
It's this kind of deja vu again...
"Good."
He said softly.
"Then be silent for your choice."
She licked her thin lips slightly and laughed: "Fell into the hands of the professor. It's far more terrifying than death."
Ye Qingxuan closed her eyes and let her do what she did.
He could feel his cold fingers walking on his neck. Bringing a cold touch, then, sharp teeth penetrated the skin and pierced into the blood vessels.
Life was drawn out.
He felt that the blood was continuously being sucked away, and a strong sense of emptiness emerged from his heart, but Ye Qingxuan did not feel panic.
He played the melody of "Bollero" again, drawing water vapor and condensing it into a line of thought. One by one thought thread was wrapped around her body and connected to her body.
The first time. He read the ether in the professor's body.
In an instant, his pupils suddenly spread.
"This is your heart sound?"
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It was like hearing the sound of the tide suddenly. That is the grand symphony of countless waves overlapping each other.
The surging voice filled my ears and silenced the whole world.
This is her voice!
The voice rushed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the line of thought, making his eyes dark, and the illusion of endless waves surging in front of him.
He was almost overwhelmed.
"Clear mind."
She hugged Ye Qingxuan from behind, her voice became soft and delicate, and she whispered in his ear: "Wake up the Jiuxiao ring, I will cooperate with you."
The sound of the sea tide is changing, and her heart sound is approaching Ye Qingxuan's fluctuations.
Ye Qingxuan only feels that he has fallen into the water, the endless ocean, **, **, has been falling into the deepest part of the ocean...
Heart sounds reverberated in his body, and the sound of the tide poured into his fingertips continuously, causing that string to release a hot light and tremble endlessly!
At the end, there was a clear blast—Changing the curtain new Yanyu, the old dragon in the sea!
"It's been a long time, Jiuxiaohuanpei."
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, and the phantom of the surging ocean tide appeared in his pupils.
He lowered his head and saw the strings criss-crossed all over his body. Those silver-white strings criss-crossed in the air, but couldn't see the beginning and the end, as if they were extending out of nothingness.
After a long lapse of time, the Nine Heavens Ring is fully unfolded again.
The professor's heart sound is so different from his original strength. This time the famous piano, which has always been a jewel in dust, finally revealed its strangeness.
Even the slight touch of a finger makes all the mud rippling.
Because the interlaced strings vibrated slightly, resonating with each other, producing a pervasive, clear and cold sound.
With the harmony of thought line and blood, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be transformed into a professor, looking down at the world with her eyes.
He can hear the waves of darkness like tides, the long singing in the depths of the earth, the clanging sound of the friction of clouds in the sky...
There is also the heartbeat of myself and the professor resonating at the same rhythm at this moment.
Ye Qingxuan heard her breathing, the sound of her blood flowing, and the fuzzy tunes humming in her throat. That is the melody engraved in my mind, that very familiar movement.
"This is "Moonlight"?"
He murmured softly, closed his eyes, and plucked the strings in his hands.
In the etheric ocean. A ripple spreads in all directions, brewing a mighty power.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan forgot everything.
The moment when the first note is pressed. His mind is occupied by the movement in his memory.
The movement seemed to come alive, slowly unfolding in the performance of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei. Leading his will, guiding his body, playing the cold and lonely melody!
Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, concentrated all his attention, immersed in that incredible power.
Immersed in "Moonlight".
There should be moonlight.
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In the dark underground palace, the frantic chants roaring like thousands of demons have reached the highest dynasty.
The darkness that is condensed into substance contains the power from the evil god, and all the malice and madness in the world are exhausted, even a slight contamination will invade the body. It pollutes the blood, roots in the lungs, infects reason, turns human beings into monsters, and turns reason into madness.
Those uncertain mud transformed into the shape of a group of distorted figures, staggering and wandering in the underground palace, singing crazy hymns in unison.
Under the influence of the singing, everyone became crazy, unable to contain the mania and anger in their hearts. Some people have completely lost control...
But in the sharp and piercing chant, there was a soft voice rang out.
It didn't know where it came from, but it hovered and spread in the underground palace. It was like a white spot suddenly added to the dark mud, which was extremely dazzling and uncomfortable. It's also very weird.
In the secret room, the red eyes frowned, suddenly mobilized the melody of the hymn, and once again set off the Gao Zhaochao, intending to completely suppress the voice of resistance.
The crazy chant drowned the melody, but after the peak, the cold melody reappeared, but it grew stronger.
It's brewing...
"What is this?"
Crimson Eyes muttered to himself, opening one eye. In his eyes, the melody of nothingness glowed with a ray of light in the darkness.
There is light.
Suddenly. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the central authority. There, the cold sound of the piano gradually rose, as if the long brewing finally ended, the fading tide rolled up the waves, and pressed towards the crazy hymn!
At that moment, the frantic rhythm was interrupted! A gap suddenly appeared in the sharp chorus of countless walking corpses!
Immediately afterwards, a ray of light lit up in the darkness.
"What the hell?!"
The red eyes growled low, and the perception extended along the chant in that direction, and through the eyes of the walking corpse, he looked towards the final laboratory covered by layers of silt.
He saw the darkness turbulent like boiling, rolling, something huge brewing in the darkness, breaking its blockade again and again, and about to burst out cruelly!
"Holmes? What is he doing!"
He murmured hoarsely, intending to mobilize more power to blockade, but the sudden change caught him off guard.
Crash!
In an instant, the dark mud burst, finally revealing the figure of the young man, as well as the trembling strings in his hand.
And, something slowly rising behind him.
It's a kind of power that turns into substance, brewing from the darkness, but shining with a palpable flawless light.
Like a lotus flower, like a clear stream, like a mirror, like a phantom of mind, like an eternal melancholy, like all the pure gatherings in the world.
It was a round of pure white moonlight!
The sound of the piano suddenly changed, from a sparse and cold melody to a tidal surge. That mighty melody gathered behind him, slowly holding up the emptiness of the full moon and rising into the air.
So, in the darkness, there is a lot of light!
Not fierce, not harsh, not violent, just cold, just shining, just unselfishly spreading flawless radiance into this malicious frantic sacrifice.
Just shining, the red eyes felt a sting, and the eyes of the walking corpse he relied on suddenly burst, as if he could not look directly at the pure and pure light.
Illusory moonlight penetrated the walls and tunnels, illuminating all darkness far and wide.
The moonlight was damp, but there was no thunderous sound. Wherever it passed, the black silt began to tremble, boil and roll, and strands of black air evaporated from it, and then disappeared in the moonlight.
It's like a sledgehammer hitting my heart, and the red-eyed single eye suddenly went black. If it weren't for the body, I am afraid that he would have vomited blood crazily now.
He can feel it. The walking corpses and the distorted figures are rupturing and collapsing one after another, being swallowed by the moonlight.
Even the royal musicians who gathered together to isolate the black mud with various artifacts and music scores were immersed in this moonlight melody. His eyes changed drastically, sometimes hideously. Sometimes frantic.
It was the resistance of the will body to the moonlight, but it was so rude at the moment.
But in the end, they all sat down on the ground in despair, only a piece of silence remained in their eyes, and a drunken smile appeared on their faces.
I was immersed in this pervasive moonlight.
Slap!
In front of the red eyes, the "Kalix Tinus File" suddenly shook. A gap was opened in the old sheepskin scroll, and the blood smeared on it was dimmed.
This heavy treasure, which has just been made with the lives of dozens of musicians, has also suffered heavy losses.
But the red eyes can't care about distressed.
He is already overwhelmed by himself.
The maddening chants were frantic again. It was like a monstrous tide, fighting against the moonlight melody with all its strength.
It still has the upper hand, still has the absolute advantage, but it has never been able to suppress the moonlight melody.
No, it's worse, the moonlight...infiltrated!
At that moment, in the underground palace, the bodies of countless corpses trembled suddenly. Every time he trembles, Crimson's reason is turbulent. Almost unable to be myself.
That is the shock between the form and the spirit!
The gentle melody of the moonlight permeated into the body of the walking corpse, echoing in the brains of those who had already died.
A rift suddenly appeared between the corpse and the will that were originally fused together.
The dead body comes from a red-eyed will. It was originally two objects,
To stir up each other, expand the contradiction between each other, we must completely separate them!
As a will that didn’t belong to the dead, the red eyes only felt that with every turbulence, his operation and control would be difficult. Every note sounded, hitting his most difficult place, making his His mind kept getting drowsy.
This hand is simply vicious.
That fellow Holmes, even directly wanted to cut his roots!
The broken face of the red eyes is distorted. With a sudden roar, he cut off the link. Give up the huge advantage. This kind of entangled confrontation, the most taboo is entanglement, when it is broken, it is broken, it is better than Ye Qingxuan completely mastered the link, and then controlled himself through the walking dead.
It will be a big problem then!
His face twitched, a layer of sweat leaked from his forehead, and he was breathing hard. But for some reason, I felt something lit up in his eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, all over his body... it was moonlight, that **** moonlight!
What is going on here? When did it invade its own will and plant this deadly seed in the depths of its own will? !
He roared, the "Kalix Tinus Dossier" in front of him suddenly burst, without fire spontaneously, and in the burning, the power of the evil **** contained in it poured into his mutilated head, transforming into a monstrous evil spirit. Crazy, with his will as the battlefield, whispering the scouring of moonlight.
But the moonlight flooded the darkness.
No matter it is the monstrous hatred, the frenzied killing intent, the uncontrollable anger, they can't resist the invasion from the depths of the spirit.
Under the full moonlight, the hatred was smoothed, the killing intent dissipated, the anger dissipated without a trace, all the will and all the emotions were assimilated by the moonlight.
Even the fear disappeared without a trace.
The moonlight is like water, permeating into his heart, not fierce, but washing away the dark memory in his mind like a god.
All despair and gloom are washed away, transformed into tranquility and peace, a piece of purity.
Crimson Eyes only felt unprecedented ease and comfort. He got rid of the control of the evil god, and got rid of the evil thoughts and greed in his mind.
In his eyes, the red color gradually dissipated, regaining clarity.
The clear eyes stared at the moonlight, tears of repentance flowed out.
"It's so beautiful."
Red-eyed muttered blankly, indulging in this flawless moonlight.
In this way, he was bathed in moonlight, and his last breath was cut off~IndoMTL.com~ Forever comfort fell on it.
He is dead.
"Beautiful?!"
The robin curled up in the corner, making a hoarse voice.
No, he couldn't feel the beauty at all, the blood of the evil **** in his body almost burned, piercing his heart, burning his will, and tormenting his soul.
It made him feel unstoppable anger, and...the fear from the heart!
"The Moon of Purification, this is the Moon of Purification!" He bit his lip, and the strange legend circulated among the black musicians sounded.
There is also the man who is like a **** of death... (to be continued) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day