Silent Crown Chapter 686: Drinking dove to quench thirst
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Iron bow and bronze arrow.
The style of the longbow still stays in the original shape six hundred years ago. The copper arrow that has been buried in the dark for hundreds of years has also been rusted and covered with patina.
The enemy is a powerful man with many scepters and a number at the apex of this world.
It's so funny.
Even the short bow used by children in the Northland is more threatening than it.
But the moment the bowstring was tightened, everyone felt a sense of suffocation for no reason.
It's like there is an invisible noose around my neck slowly tightening, the cold touch spreads over the heart, and my eyes are dark.
That kind of strong sense of fear rose from the back of the head, almost dominating the mind, making everyone's consciousness disordered and difficult to maintain.
The threat does not come from bows and arrows.
It comes from the person who draws the bow.
The biting chill has just begun, and the arrows have roared out, and all the living creatures in the ruins suddenly rise, unable to suppress the urge to scream.
The murderous intent of the world gathered on an arrow, and that arrow quietly pierced through the sky and flew in front of Ye Qingxuan.
Why me again? !
Ye Qingxuan, who was selected from the crowd, looked dumbfounded.
But soon, he has no time to be astonished.
It's as if the rope of the gauze frame is slowly tightening.
In the perception, time seems to have been stagnated. There is no way to dodge or stop. The arrow is just like death, calm and graceful, not slow.
Long Wei is like a phantom, being passed through silently.
The boundary of the heavenly kingdom on the earth did not respond, and a small gap was penetrated.
The golden dragon flying outwards was unbearably slow at this moment. It was easily chased up by the copper arrow. Then, it tore the dragon’s left wing, slowly spinning, and throwing it towards Ye Qingxuan's heart.
No sound penetration.
Huge shocks burst from every corner of the body, and the scent of decay spread rapidly, bones weathered, internal organs decayed, blood dried up, skin ruptured, and organs damaged.
In an instant, all vitality was wiped out.
At the same time as the blood circulation was broken, the etheric circulation was also forcibly defeated.
The chapter of destiny that had just been condensed fell apart under this arrow, pulling Ye Qingxuan's remaining will to the deepest part of the darkness together.
Ashes are gone.
A flash of lightning bursts out of the ashes.
The changing theory of music erupted from the deepest part of the chapter of fate, and the electricity and light evolved rapidly in an instant, repairing the disintegrated theory of music, reconnecting to the ladder of heaven, correcting Ye Qingxuan's will, and angrily wiped out the death in that arrow. After it is exhausted, it is injected into the body, causing the heart to beat again, regenerating blood, renewing organs, and recovering bones.
In an instant, the ashes disappeared and died, and in an instant he denied the death, and was alive again.
On the back of the dragon, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have exhausted all his energy, sat down in embarrassment, stretched out his hand, and exhausted all his strength to pull out the arrow of his heart, his face pale.
Weakness to the extreme.
What the **** is this? !
He has just been killed once.
Although it can only be said that he almost died, the reason for being able to live can only be said to be thanks to his ‘experienced’.
If it weren’t for the beastiness of the dragon power and the heavens on the earth or even the golden dragon to weaken the weird arrow layer by layer, or if he had entered a vacuum and replaced the blood circulation with too much circulation, or if it had not just achieved the chapter of destiny, If it’s not for changing music theory, if it’s not for being experienced...
If there were not so many prerequisites, he would have died altogether.
What's more weird is that this arrow is clearly an ordinary arrow. It has neither terrifying prestige nor terrible music theory, but purely relying on elastic potential energy to shoot a corroded copper arrow.
Don't talk about one, even one hundred thousand sticks shouldn't be able to damage one of your hairs.
Soon, more people tried the same pains as him.
As early as the moment Ye Qingxuan was recruited, the others flashed quickly, and almost everyone was defended.
In the silence, the white knight once again took out the second arrow from the pot and hit the bowstring. The movement was so soft and careful, slowly, as if doing a very delicate thing, but the speed was incredible.
Time seems to overlap at this moment.
Everyone saw the white knight pull the bowstring and aim at himself...
In the next moment, countless phantoms emerged from the white knight, and the screaming sound of breaking through the sky exploded one after another,
It seemed like a blow, but the arrow in the pot was completely empty!
Immediately afterwards, the stars fell!
The scepters that originally hung in the sky like stars, now more than half of their staff have been saved and reduced. Under the penetration of that arrow, they are all like mortals strung on a spear, desperate to die. .
The rest of the light is dim, like a candle in the wind, lingering.
Unexpectedly, the thunder and lightning were annihilated, the divine nature was wounded, and the bronze arrow sank into the second emperor's eye socket. At this moment, the **** of thunder had become completely blind.
Chopin flew upside down, his music theory scattered, and a round mirror appeared in his hand for some time.
A deadly bronze arrow was nailed on the round mirror, which took his place of death, but it was obvious that he himself was not very comfortable, gasping for breath, staring at the white knight's place, with horror in his eyes.
At the same time, Guixu stretched out and Yuan Jing, who was sitting on his knees, suddenly vomited a mouthful of bruises. The long sword in front of his knees cracked silently and a wound was silently cracked, and the soul in the sword was wailing.
Under the gaze of all eyes, the fragments of Guixu fell from mid-air and fell to the ground.
"Do you feel it?"
Ye Qingxuan heard the voice he didn't want to hear at the moment:
"——This is his element projection."
Paganini!
In the twenty-four illusions, Paganini slowly destroyed one fulcrum after another without any rush. He was not in a hurry to break through, but put Ye Qingxuan's tremendous pressure on him, forcing him to maintain this cage with all his strength.
Otherwise, you will suffer the worst consequences.
There is no way forward, no retreat.
You can only quench your thirst by drinking a dove.
"..."
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but cursed an swear word, his expression turned gloomy, and slowly raised the rod of fate, preparing to deal with the next impact with all his strength.
At the very least, we need to figure out what that ghost thing is...
But at that moment, a deep drum sounded from the distant sea.
The faint drum sound spread, and in an instant it came to Ye Qingxuan's ear, as if an invisible arm gently pulled him, trying to pull him somewhere.
He looked back at the place where the drum sound was coming from.
Asgard’s sea fortress.
The second emperor’s voice rang in his ears:
"Ye Qingxuan, we need to talk."
Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, and then, his music theory connected to cater to the pulling of the drum.
The next moment, he felt that time had stopped.
No, it is not the outside time that stops, but the place where you are.
At that moment, a long and narrow interlayer slowly unfolded between the etheric realm and the physical realm. The narrow mezzanine hidden in the chaotic aftermath draws his consciousness into it.
There isn't even any matter here, it's a realm that only exists in mental perception.
Through the unobstructed mezzanine, he can observe the stagnant world. It's like looking at a mural with all the details, everything is greeted by the eyes, and there is no way to hide it.
Immediately afterwards, a fateful chapter containing divine nature was thrown here, transforming into the second emperor's appearance. It's just that at this moment he looks extremely tragic, the remaining naked eyes have been corroded, and only the divine flame in his left eye is burning with anger.
"The situation is out of control, Ye Qingxuan."
The figure of the second emperor emerged from Ye Qingxuan's side and made a straightforward suggestion: "We can work together. Asgard and Anglu will share the same share with each other and develop together."
"Why do we split evenly?"
Without the hit that he had expected, Ye Qingxuan asked, "According to the current situation, it is obvious that I have more shares in my hands?"
The second emperor frowned: "But the risks you face are also not small. There is a sea fortress, we can get away, but what about you?"
"I can dedicate things to the holy city. Don't forget that I am also the title of archbishop."
Ye Qingxuan did not show any weakness, and did not retreat: "But if you pull away and leave, then you won't get anything - your arrow will be for nothing.
And if I guessed it correctly: There must be an element of revenge in the natural disaster weapons you control. If you don’t pay an eye for an eye this time~IndoMTL.com~, the fit between you and it may be difficult to improve, or it will decline. "
The second emperor's expression twitched slightly, as if he had been pricked in the underbelly, and his tone became colder: "I'm afraid we don't have to talk about your attitude."
"It's you guys, not me, right?"
Ye Qingxuan is asking for a price, but he is not going to force the second emperor to die too much. He changes the subject: "Time is urgent, we'd better be open and honest-how about letting the bystander friend come out and have a chat together?"
The second emperor was silent for a moment, as if listening to something, and soon another figure emerged from the blank space.
Is an old man holding a clay tablet in his hand. Wedge-shaped notes are written on the clay tablet, which faintly echoes the surroundings.
The projection is surrounded by complicated music theory, extending into the void and connecting with the entire fault. I am afraid he is the controller here.
"This "lens" is your scepter?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "Good idea."
"The chief judge's eyes are like torches."
The old man couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect Ye Qingxuan to figure out his trump card so quickly.
As Ye Qingxuan guessed, this etheric fault, which can only be projected into by consciousness, is actually a ‘lens’ because there is no way to contain the entity.
Lens used to observe reality.
This old musician from the school of enlightenment gave up all the fighting power and even made his scepter what it is now. He did not raise the scepter into the depths of the etheric realm like other musicians in order to get closer to the world. source.
It's so paranoid that people can't believe it-sacrificing the opportunity to get enlightenment and insight into the future from Dayuan, in exchange for a terrible insight into the ‘now’.
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