Silent Crown Chapter 411: The so-called growth

Great. It's not a virus of the chanting faction, not a curse of the apocalyptic faction, nor a flesh and blood aberration of the changing faction...

This is understandable. ,

After all, this is a heavily guarded tower of judgment, and his identity is so sensitive. In order to worry about the influence and consequences, the other party chose an illusion technique that would not leave any traces.

Fortunately, it's illusion.

Since it is an illusion, then there is no need to worry that you will die immediately. As long as one's will is firm enough, then he can still linger for a while before his perception is completely eroded.

Ye Qingxuan is an expert in this way, he knows how to deal with the current situation.

After confirming that it is the illusion faction, it is necessary to distinguish the types.

What kind of illusion do you impose on yourself?

A false hallucination of the facial features? Not limited to individuals, but a closed illusion set up in the entire cell? Wrong perception that acts on one's own consciousness?

Or is it the terrible reality after turning the illusion into reality?

Or, a combination of several?

Illusory manifestation can be ruled out.

Ye Qingxuan knew exactly how difficult the road was and how difficult it was from Laura.

If the mad woman's luck was a little bit worse, she might have turned herself into an illusion because of music theory backlash, and disappeared without a trace. This is so, after the achievement of the fateful chapter of "Moon in the Mirror", it is only worthy of entry.

Of the musicians studying this proposition, ninety-nine out of a hundred people died, and none of the remaining one may be successful.

There are fewer than ten musicians in this world who are capable and energetic to dabble in this field. More than half of them are hidden in the northern archipelago, voodoo crypts, indefinite soil and other secret illusion schools. Please move them once. The amount of money to be spent is simply astronomical, and people may not be willing.

Ye Qingxuan believes that he will not be so unlucky.

Besides, if such a master is really to kill himself, there are countless ways. It doesn't need to be so troublesome at all, as long as you inject illusion hormones into your own blood, you will die without disease, or go crazy to death.

Then, the rest is simple.

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

Deduction of interpretation method, start.

The proposition is the change of music theory in the sea of ​​ether.

In consciousness, the non-existent etheric sea slowly emerged, calm and vast, as if to extend to the end of the world. The ether density is set as the normal standard for the red zone.

After setting the sound source, sixteen giant pipe organs slowly rise from my mind, forming a huge ring.

Next...

Ye Qingxuan grinned.

In an instant, sixteen giant pipe organs burst into a roar, and a violent melody burst out of it. Overlapped one after another, causing waves of waves in the ethereal sea of ​​nothingness.

In countless waves and collisions, the music theory of nothingness continues to rise and fall.

Ye Qingxuan felt that his brain was thrown into a furnace, and he was about to completely collapse with such a huge number of deductions. In the ethereal sea of ​​emptiness, there was a raging turmoil, with roars one after another, surging frantically like boiling.

In the midst of the tide, countless music theories are born, formed, collapsed, and dissipated among the fingers of the tide......

This is a taboo stipulated by Abraham. Never challenge the inhuman deduction conditions, otherwise the brain will be the first to collapse under the impetus of interpretation.

In the severe pain of virus erosion, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness began to blur rapidly.

But at that moment, he saw everything distorted, deformed, and faded... His perception began to become weird as his brain was running wildly and his consciousness changed drastically.

He saw that the cell was rapidly twisting and deforming...

It's like entering some abstract mathematical logic interference, and the space structure of the cell becomes extraordinarily weird. Even Ye Qingxuan's body became slender and soft, like a little man who was stretched out and put in a box.

"So that's it..."

He stopped understanding the deduction of translation, staring at the rapid changes in the world before him, and suddenly realized: "Is this in my consciousness?"

So, where is you now?

I'm afraid you are still lying in bed, immersed in your sleep, right?

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh.

Enter a dream prepared for a "dream weaver"...

Friend, are you really kidding?

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Ten minutes ago, in the corridor outside Ye Qingxuan's cell, a slight choking sound echoed.

In the cell, the inspector curled up into a ball. On his drooping face, there was a strange red light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Before the bell rang in the middle of the night, he quietly opened his mouth, stretched out his hand, and his fingers picked up a very thin thread from the end of his teeth. Gently pull out the foreign body hanging in the throat.

That is a ring.

Only simple notes were engraved on the ordinary-style ring, but under his urging, the simple interval was incorporated into the midnight bell.

The silent fluctuations merged with the entire enchantment of the Tower of Judgment, bypassing the barriers of the enchantment, and directly acting on the ether.

This is a key.

As early as the establishment of the Tower of Judgment, the back door was reserved when planning the music theory before the prohibition of the law and the erection of layers of enchantments. In the operation of music theory, a small gap was quietly opened.

This gap is not even enough to mobilize the power of the etheric sea, but with this small gap, you can do a lot.

The examiner grinned, folded his hands, and pressed it into the air.

The sad and cold lingering faint melody melted into the choking sound, passed through the gap silently, and blended into Ye Qingxuan's sleep with the pre-arranged pivot point.

"The Forgotten Sacrifice."

This is a phantom movement born from the myth of the holy scripture.

The saint died, the end of the world came, and the guilty people fell into **** after being judged and suffered forever.

In the holy scriptures, the angels who descended said: ‘The time is up, there will be no more time thereafter’. And serving, the guilty person will be tortured and pained in the everlasting eternity, praying for the final salvation.

Therefore, the illusionist created this movement, which is composed of ‘judgment’, ‘sin’ and ‘holy supper’. First use judgment to plant the fulcrum of illusion, and use "sin" to make people who fall into the illusion suffer forever, and the consciousness will be consumed in endless pain, and finally use the "Holy Supper" to bring "salvation" to the poor. , Make it sleep forever.

In just five minutes, you can experience thousands of years of pain and torment.

Of course, the conditions for its use are also very harsh. It must be dragged into the deepest layer of the illusion when the enemy is unprepared, and there can be no resistance.

But any musician who has a little etheric perception will wake up at the moment he perceives the etheric fluctuations, and the illusion is self-defeating.

But here, it is undoubtedly the most suitable movement.

Here, everyone’s perception is blocked by the handcuffs they carry, and they cannot use any movement. They are almost no different from ordinary people. Even under the calmness of drugs and the washing of hymns, their minds are much weaker than ordinary people.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan was dragged into a nightmare.

It's not a waste of blowing dust.

He controlled the movement to slowly unfold from Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, continuously dragging him into the deeper level of the illusion. Then prepare another heart-to-heart movement.

This is a requirement of the employer. The hands and tails must be clean and he cannot be allowed to die in prison.

He will be tried in the Holy Wheel Court and confess his crime in court.

He must die on the gallows.

Therefore, after the will is consumed and exhausted, it is the turn of the affair.

Plant hints, reshape minds, change ideas...

This is a small job.

In particular, it has to be done so that people can't see the clues.

I don't know what valuable baby is in this guy's mind?

The musician thought: It's better to be worthy of paying such a big price, and also to make an extra extra money.

Maybe there is Angelo’s winning golden medal? The twelve movements start to combine to form the scepter of the Kingdom of Heaven, which is said to be the power closest to the natural disaster level except for the saints in the world.

Or, is there any secret that can be sold for money?

After all, this identity can't be used anymore.

For a one-off business, it is best to squeeze all the value at once.

"Let me see..."

He dived into Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, passed through a heavy fog and disintegrated guard, descending and then downwards in the scene of spiritual illusion.

Finally, I finally found the secret door in the labyrinth of memory.

"It's a troublesome lock..."

The musician smiled mockingly: "Is there any hidden secret hidden so deep?"

He stretched out his hand and took out the key of will-transformation from his arms.

Tears, sadness and tiredness.

This is the best way to the secret.

There is a creak.

The key is broken.

The musician was stunned: How to try Bailing? It doesn't work?

Soon, he suddenly realized: Ye Qingxuan is said to be proficient in the music theory of the psychology school, and the conventional solution will definitely not work here.

He took out another key again-despair, but the key of despair only appeared in the deep part of this dream for a moment, and then completely disappeared.

The musician was suddenly stunned. Soon, he continued to take out the various keys he had made in advance, but the door remained motionless.

The trickery seems to be useless in front of him.

The musician's mood suddenly became gloomy.

I didn't want to do this, but if that's the case, there is no way.

His body swelled rapidly, horns appeared on his head, flames lit up under his feet, and the wings of the bat behind him spread out from the flames. In a flash, he manipulated his image and turned into a nightmare. Suddenly stretched out his hand and hit the lock on the door.

The card snapped.

Even before he had time to exert himself, the door opened...

He froze in place, and soon he couldn't help laughing at himself.

This guy’s willpower is probably already on the verge of collapse in the torture of illusion arts, his heart defense is already fragile, and he just needs to touch it.

He pushed the door in.

Behind the door, there was a fog that was so thick that you couldn't see your fingers.

It's like a majestic city being destroyed, the ruins of the ruins are full of tombstones, and the white mist is surrounded by many secrets.

Seeing this scene, the musician felt cold.

This lunatic!

Everyone will create a sanctuary for themselves at the deepest level of consciousness, a place where all secrets are stored, and a corner where their souls can hide and recuperate.

He has seen wooden houses on the green grassland, and castles on small islands in the storm. There are prosperous cities, splendid palaces, and even **** dismemberment workshops, decorated with human skins. , The hideous and terrifying basement......

But this guy, why is the lowest level of consciousness such a devastated graveyard? !

The musician stared at the tombstone closest to him, walked in, and finally saw the name on it. He was taken aback, turned his head, and looked at another tombstone, but the name on it was exactly the same.

He stared at the layers of tombstones, only to feel his scalp tingling.

The hundreds of tombstones all have the same name.

——Ye Qingxuan!

"This lunatic..."

A frightening chill echoed in the musician's consciousness, and he didn't realize until now: This is not a sanctuary at all! It's the cemetery where the guy buried him!

He stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, but couldn't understand:

How many times did that guy kill himself? !

"That's me who wants to be an artist."

Beside him, someone said softly: "I used to have a talent for painting and appreciation. My mother wants me to be an artist."

The musician turned abruptly and saw a figure standing behind him who did not know when.

The young man stroked the tombstone beside him, and sighed softly: "This is me who wants to be a poet. When I was young, I had many wishes, and later I wanted to walk a lot.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen.

There are many me, many...cowardly me.

They are all dead. "

He raised his head and said calmly: "Kill the self when you were a child, and you will grow up. Kill the cowardly self, and you can be brave.

I guess the so-called growth is the process of constantly killing yourself, right? "

"..."

The musician stared at him in amazement, with a chill in his heart, not knowing what to say.

Why are you here?

Just kidding, since he can appear here, it proves that he has broken free from the illusion. His heart quickly thought about all the possibilities, and the projection became somber and hideous, exuding unconcealed malice.

"Are you looking for this?"

Ye Qingxuan held a small box in his left hand. There was no lock on the box, just a simple knot with silk thread, which looked immature and ridiculous.

"Sorry, this thing does not belong to you."

The box fell from his hand and fell to an unknown place again, locked in the deepest layer of the dream.

He stared at the intruder here and said softly:

"You can't take anything from here."

The musician's complexion was gloomy, and the shadow under his feet changed and expanded strangely, as if boiling, spreading to the surroundings.

"You don't need those things anyway. Isn't it good for people to take them away?"

The musician said in a cold voice: "Sorry, I wanted to avoid this situation as much as possible. After all, it will be more painful to reform my mind...Unfortunately, you gave me no choice."

"In terms of will competition, I still have more experience."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "So, you'd better not talk too much."

"Then see the real chapter under your hand!"

The next moment, the musician's figure suddenly disappeared.

Instead of the dark sky.

The frantic will sounded from all directions along with the roaring movement. In just an instant, it destroyed Ye Qingxuan’s dream and penetrated into the deepest part of his consciousness, like a thunderstorm, and countless locusts fell from the sky, like a legend. The disaster of extinction eats everything within reach.

The dream was also shaken, and I responded.

Here, in the Tower of Judgment, all the power that mobilizes the Ether Sea cannot be used, and the opponent's power is suppressed at the musician level. Ye Qingxuan never felt that he would lose to a musician-level in a duel of will and mind!

In an instant, the will of the two people changed thousands of times in the dream, and they collided with each other. The two consciousnesses were so sharp that they faced each other, using themselves as weapons to stab each other!

This is the most unskilled matchup in the mind, and it is also the most profound matchup. Everything is based on self-will, changes in skills, and richness of experience.

This is the least flattering method. Everything is decided at the moment the foundation is laid.

The more the fight, the more the musician's heart palpitations, thinking that Ye Qingxuan's ideas eroded and hinted at him and he couldn't find any traces at all.

It has reached no trace. The colorless river of his level of freedom is almost omnipresent. Any gap in consciousness transfer is an opportunity to take advantage of, even a slight weakness will be noticed and used by him.

In a short moment, the purifier he had visualized through his mind removed dozens of suggestive imprints from his consciousness, all of which were his scruples that he didn't even notice because of the difference in thoughts. And the hint that he planted when the weakness emerged.

Moreover, besides passive defense, this guy has no power to counterattack at all!

If he restores the etheric sense, I am afraid the battle will be one-sided at this moment!

Where did such a **** pervert come out!

This guy is really not a seed musician secretly cultivated in the psychology school such as "Dark Forest" or "Nianhua Yixin"? The information only says that this guy lacks a master of mind, and just dabbles a little... fart!

This **** guy's background and foundation are clearly deeper than himself! The skills of first-hand consciousness erosion and suggestion implantation are even more black than black musicians!

Who did you learn from?

At the same time, Ye Qingxuan was completely unlucky.

Completely beyond his expectations, he did not lose in technique, but in...will? !

Every attack of this assassin who invaded into his consciousness is a desperate suicide attack. It's like as long as the enemy's consciousness is completely annihilated, even if one's own brain is completely burnt into a paste, it doesn't matter!

Every conscious shock and soul shock is almost a desperate, irresistible will, which stimulates every trace of potential and overloads the brain several times.

If he can leave the dream now, he will definitely be able to see his convulsions and the tragic appearance of blood oozing from his facial features.

Where is the musician here?

This is obviously a fanatic who wants to die with the enemy!

I didn't see the greed and hesitation just now, it was almost as if I changed someone.

In the face-to-face confrontation, almost every time Ye Qingxuan was hit and collapsed, most of his heart was spent on eliminating the aftermath. The Invisible River intercepted it from left to right, and barely eliminated most of the impact.

The enemy is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to be inexplicably brain-dead!

If the opponent's thoughts are not running rigidly and there are many flaws, he can't even fight against the opponent in a harassment war.

No way, the foolish ones are afraid of being stunned, the silly ones are afraid of death. Ye Qingxuan has been stunned for so many years. It is the first time that someone else is playing with him in desperate ways~IndoMTL.com~What is going on? !

At this moment, the other person is thinking about the same question.

In the beginning, I missed the first move, and then fell behind, and even got a tie with a musician who had no etheric sensitivity at all, and it was me who was at a disadvantage.

But while hesitating in his heart, he realized that his thinking speed was getting slower and slower...

Hint!

I was implanted with hints!

His mind was shocked, and he almost almost succeeded in infiltrating Ye Qingxuan, but no matter what, he couldn't find the hint of Ye Qingxuan's seed!

Until the end, he suddenly realized.

——The box!

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Ahem, ah, friends... (rubbing fingers