Silent Crown Chapter 318: Are you panicking?

Under the gaze of the silent eye, a chaotic light and ripples are constantly reflected in the dark hole, one after another. ↖top↖dot↖small↖ said, x. Each spar is like a key, playing the melody silently.

From the abyss below my feet, it echoes to the distant sky above my head.

Even though that war has ended for hundreds of years, the singing still reverberates on this battlefield. It is the remnants of the previous glorious battles carved in the ether.

Ye Qingxuan leaned against the wall and sat on the horizontal crystal column, staring quietly at the bright light. Compared with such a huge ruin, human beings are as small as dust.

"Abandon yourself..."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, thinking silently.

The core of the school of exclusion lies in the construction of order and the interference of nature. In this regard, he felt that perhaps he would have a new understanding of the school of exclusion in the chaotic etheric environment.

After coming here, he realized that he was too beautiful to think about it.

Bollero’s line of thought just stretched out from his fingertips, and the line of water vapor dissipated in an instant, and the water vapor was too fragile to detect such a chaotic environment.

So, I can only change the medium.

He cut open his fingertips, and a faint trace of blood floated out, spreading to all directions, reflecting the faint moonlight. The moonlight spread in all directions and was touched by the turbulent flow of the ether, which waved like water.

Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, a heartbeat sounded.

In the air, the dust fluctuated and floated like a dance. Inspired by the sound of the heartbeat, it faintly formed a small ring.

The ring of dust slowly expanded, covering Ye Qingxuan's body.

In the ring of dust, the turbulent ether seems to have entered a stable white zone, no longer violently colliding and changing. Quietness was restored. The little dust ring expanded to about five meters, and collapsed like a bubble.

Ye Qingxuan's heart beats chaotically, his complexion changed.

After a short rest, the ring of dust slowly spread again.

In this chaotic environment, he is trying to create a stable area of ​​music theory. After dozens of attempts, he finally managed to maintain the five-meter range with difficulty.

Within those five meters. The wind is calm, even if there are raging waves outside the ring of dust.

Ye Qingxuan's forehead was faintly oozing sweat.

If there was no Xiaoyuan, he would definitely not dare to mess around in such a dark place. But since the opportunity is rare, why not try to build a stable white zone from scratch for yourself?

Establishing order, interfering with nature, and constructing music theory... This is the essence of the abstinence school. There is no better way to master the essence than to experience it yourself.

It's just that this kind of suffocation, as if under the pressure of 10,000 tons of water, is too reluctant.

In the dead silence, Ye Qingxuan could only hear his own heavy ** and tired heartbeat, every time he beating, he seemed to be carrying a huge weight.

It took a long time before he adapted slightly to such a huge pressure.

He took out the food slowly. Chewed slowly and ate a small portion, and then packed up the rest of the food-he had made up his mind to fight for a long time, and unless he worked out some doorway, he would not leave here.

Three days later, Ye Qingxuan crawled out of the dark hole, his face was pale, and his eyes turned black.

He pretended to be well prepared, but he also overlooked one thing...

In places where the etheric environment is chaotic. Unless there are special utensils, food preservation is ridiculous.

Actually. Six hours later, he found that all of his dry food had been moldy, moldy, dehydrated, and color-changed...There was still a part of it that didn't seem to change, but Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to eat it.

So, for the past two days, he was hungry and hard-headed.

As a result, it seems that nothing has been realized.

Indeed. In the past two days, he has made considerable progress in the banned faction and the cognition of the ether, but the proposition of "abandon oneself" still has no progress. Instead, he almost abandoned himself in that big pit.

Starved to death.

If it wasn't for the support of Governor Ren's armor, otherwise he wouldn't have the strength to climb up.

Ye Qingxuan now has the words ‘hungry’ and ‘miserable’ written all over his body. I even have the urge to eat dirt. To make matters worse, he found that the horse he tied to the tree did not know when he also ran away.

Ye Qingxuan grasped half of the gnawed rein, only feeling that life was irrelevant.

"My God! Hate! Go hungry..."

The young man in the Tianzhu turban looked up to the sky and sighed.

The sorrowful cry came out several kilometers away, mixed with the sound of the wolf howling, indescribably desolate.

"Wolf?"

Beside the fire, Donald subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword, and soon released it.

Around a few fires, dozens of convoys of horse-drawn carriages surrounded a mountain col and established a small camp. The merchants who had been on the road for a day got into the tent, fell asleep, and snored everywhere.

Only a few burly, brawny guys sat on the cowl, chatting casually. Beside them, the newly oiled crossbow was shining, and there were even a few alchemy crossbow arrows. Generally speaking, such taboo items are never allowed to appear in caravans, but in such a desolate place on the edge of the world, who would really care about the law?

The group of robbers and horse bandits will not, and the merchants cannot do it to protect themselves.

"Boss, I let the rabbit put all the traps down." A big man with a long sword sat next to him, and said while warming the fire: "Anyone who wants to come to play in the middle of the night has to weigh himself. To be honest, I am looking forward to them coming."

"Don't say such things."

Donald shook his head: "Unlucky."

"Be careful, isn't it?" The man laughed humorously.

Donald was speechless, just looking at the iron basin hanging from the fire, after thinking about it, he grabbed two wild vegetables from his backpack and threw them in. In the iron basin, a pot of chaotic stew is bubbling, exuding a taste that is definitely not delicious.

In the wild mountains and ridges, just eat some food. Where can I pay attention to so much?

Soon, the soup in the iron basin is about to boil. Bubbling, but the iron basin shook instead, as if shivering.

Earthquake?

No...

Donald's face changed, he lay on the ground and listened carefully: "It's the sound of horseshoes."

Before the voice fell, the roar of the horse faintly sounded from a distance. A sharp whistle followed, which had just sounded. It stopped abruptly, as if cut off.

The big man jumped up from the fire: "Boss! There is a situation!"

Donald got up, wishing to kick the crow into the fire.

"You still need to say it!"

Soon, after a tumult of chaos in the camp, all the combatants were assembled, holding swords and crossbows, nervously watching the light of the torch in the distance, and the horse team approaching.

Someone is shouting excitedly in the wind.

"Friends in front, please stop!"

Donald stood up. Pull the long sword out of the scabbard: "If it is for money, we can collect a little money for you. It is not easy for everyone to come out and live. Why don't you help each other?"

The horse team stopped not far away.

The distance of a charge.

I faintly saw someone pulling out the saber, rubbing it on the saddle, and his voice was high.

"How much?" A hoarse voice said: "How much do you want to buy your life?"

Donald's face changed, he looked at the few desolate businessmen behind him, then turned his head and said a number, not small.

The hoarse voice of the leader burst out laughing.

Someone urged you to go ahead. Throw something beyond the design scope of the crossbow. The defensive crowd was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly backed away. But that thing rolled in the air. It fell within the lighting range of the torch, and finally rolled down at Donald's feet.

That is a human head.

"Rabbit?" He was taken aback, and recognized this companion and the whistle that hadn't had time to fall in his mouth.

The imperial horse passed by, with a beautiful sword head, and there was no painful expression on his face to death.

"That little money. Too little, I will keep it for you to raise chickens."

The hoarse voice said lightly, and the horse bandits laughed.

"Think about it again, and give me another number."

Donald gritted his teeth and looked back at the merchants.

"No more." The merchant leader's face was pale: "This trip is no longer profitable. Each of us has debts on our backs. You are the one we invited. You can't help them. Go Beat those guys..."

Donald's face was gloomy, and he lifted his head on the ground: "Look at this incision, their saber system... Those guys are not ordinary horse bandits, they are elite cavalry from the Caucasus Federation.

They have thirty horses, at least forty people, and one charge is enough to crush our camp.

I've already died of a person. I took your money and didn't even care about my own death, but you have to think about it. After the camp is broken, how many people can escape? Can the goods be kept if you can escape? "

The businessmen were silent, looked at each other, and soon, they said a new number.

The hoarse voice didn't laugh, it seemed to be moaning.

"Originally, this number is quite a lot. You are very sincere, but..."

His painting style changed, revealing a hint of abuse: "Are you sure you count the goods from the "Chain Saw Brotherhood" in the carriage?"

Donald was stunned. He turned his head and looked at several businessmen. The businessmen did not look at him and looked away. Someone whispered: "This is a secret of the Chamber of Commerce~IndoMTL.com~We don't want to hide it either."

"Damn, you killed me!"

Donald gritted his teeth: "This group of **** even know what you have. There are ghosts in your own chamber of commerce. We were spotted when we set off!"

"What should I do now?" someone quivered.

What else can I do?

The sound of favorable whistling in the wind burst out, and the crossbow arrow roared, Donald's arm suddenly lifted, and the spine of the sword caught the crossbow arrow. The crossbow arrow was torn apart, and a crack appeared on the spine of his sword.

Donald's face twitched, gritted his teeth, and chanted in a low voice: "My heart is like iron, and blood is like fire."

So, the blade of the sword burst into flames, and the entire sword instantly turned into a blade of blazing fire-this is a good alchemy weapon, his capital and trump card to settle down.

But it's too late.

The sound of galloping horses is already in sight. (To be continued.)