Silent Crown Chapter 333: Local products

"Fuck!"

While shocked, Ye Qingxuan's body subconsciously flicked out of the sarcophagus, and a donkey rolled around on the spot... Or how can I say that he has more experience, and he doesn't even need to move his brain, and his body reacts directly. .

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan's heart is mixed with sorrow and joy, but it is not a taste:

——This kind of instinct that only happens when you die, ghosts want it!

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar, and the sarcophagus was cracked and shattered by the big axe.

In the darkness, the sound of stone rubbing one after another.

Ye Qingxuan quickly backed away, guarding the surroundings, with a flick in his hand, the musical note·light appeared out of thin air, hanging high above his head.

This is a long corridor, which looks simple and ordinary, but on both sides of the road are two rows of huge statues more than three meters high. The statue looked like a warrior in armor, holding Romulus' dagger and round shield, but now even the dagger looked amazing in size, half the height of an ordinary person.

The weapons in the hands of many burly warriors are even more frightening, such as long-handled stone axes, squarish hammers, and people holding beams called ‘fascists’...

Those statues look extremely mighty and exquisite. If in normal times, Ye Qingxuan would have to study for a long time and he would not hesitate to admire them... It's just that when these samurai statues were aroused by the abnormal sound, red light appeared in his eyes, slowly When he walked off the pedestal, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He's...completely wrong with this kind of thing.

Mentality? Is this heck of a heart? He hasn't cultivated to the level of ‘there is no spirit in the world and everything is missing’. He wants to control this kind of irrational stone statue, no resonance level, dream!

Illusory? This kind of ghosts that don't even have eyes, whether to eat or not to eat illusion, is another way to say!

Revelation? Haha, don’t be kidding me, my friend, the apocalypse school lacks nothing but offensive power...

Ye Qingxuan doesn't know how to use the Forbidden School, but what he specializes in is'musical theory composition'. There is an increase in enchantment control, but there is really no way to deal with this kind of tangible and intangible thing.

He looked down at the cane in his hand, above the black iron cane. Amber gem-the eye of Indra. Is thunder and lightning useful for this kind of ghost that will not burn?

The short thoughts were not over yet, a cold light whizzed from behind him, brushed his body, and landed on the huge stone sculpture that came slowly.

In a flash. The icy frost spread, and the huge ice crystals rapidly increased in value, engulfing the entire huge stone sculpture, and the sudden arrival of ultra-low temperature frozen the stone sculpture in it, unable to move.

It's Samuel.

"What the **** is this?"

Samuel had just climbed out of the sarcophagus, and his reaction was only a beat slower than Ye Qingxuan's. Barlow and Miller also gathered, and a few people looked around. The four or five awakened huge stone sculptures walked off the base and walked towards them.

Farther away, the stone sculptures that have slept for countless hours are also shaking. Shake off the dust.

The stone sculptures here can at least form two centuries!

Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a burial item made by Romulus alchemist for the nobles-clay puppets, instead of living slaves, guarding the tombs for them**.

These guys are all made after the most brave warriors of Romulus, and even possess the martial arts of those warriors, and they also know how to cooperate and be careful. "

Barlow also had a toothache suddenly: "How do these ghosts look like mud puppets!"

"It's just that the raw materials come from mud."

Ye Qingxuan's silent eyes have already seen clearly: "The bodies of these guys have been burned to porcelain, and the strength is definitely not worse than any ironware.

In the tomb**. Iron will corrode, but porcelain will not! "

Now he can only lament that his Indra eye is probably useless. Apart from the high temperature damage, it has no effect at all. Porcelain is not non-conductive.

"Where did you say so much?"

Barlow became impatient: "Is there no weakness?"

"Don't rush me!"

Ye Qingxuan's forehead oozes a trace of sweat, and the silent eyes are already a little hot. Above the clay figures of the samurai slowly surrounding him, he could see the alchemy matrix buried in the body.

It was the matrix that turned the dead into puppets.

Ye Qingxuan is manipulating the Mercury Line, and the interpretation method is interpreting the music theory!

"The joints! The weakness is the joints of the joints, and the head!"

Ye Qingxuan said hurriedly: "The observation loop of this group of guys is on the head, it should be the old-style heat sensing. And the sound! Try not to use too high temperature attack methods, otherwise..."

He looked at the two rows of samurai clay figures deep in the tunnel, extending into the darkness, and swallowed and spit:

"Otherwise, otherwise you will stabbed a hornet's nest!"

"Understood, you have a lot to do!"

Barlow took a sip, the animality in his eyes emerged, and his throat murmured hoarsely. In the faint melody, the sound of the wind around him suddenly became disordered, and dozens of small vortices appeared.

In the whirlpool, something like a bat flew out, passing by in a flash, at an incredible speed.

Immediately afterwards, several stern cracks appeared on the mud puppets that rushed forward after awakening, like a long knife. One of the thin and light mud puppets had a red light in their eyes, and suddenly a flexible somersault, pulled out two odd-shaped scimitars in his hand, and traversed two strange and unpredictable trajectories in the air.

Shit!

With a soft sound, the beast that was immersed in the wind was chopped by its wings with a scimitar, and separated from the retreat. The two bat wings were separated from the body. Then, the body also melted into the wind along with the wings.

——Eudemons·Scythe!

One died, and Barlow added another one. Ye Qingxuan could tell in an instant that there were fifteen Fei Lian surrounding them, hiding in the wind, constantly attacking the awakened mud. I.

"Only fifteen? Come a little more." Ye Qingxuan curled his lips: "I've seen musicians who can summon a pack of wolves. All of them are lively and powerful, don't want them! And they can be broken. Empty and secluded......"

"Do you think Eudemons are mass-produced? I'm not the kind of guy who converted to a type of Eudemons. It's already amazing to be able to raise 15 kinds of Fei Lian with such violent temperaments!"

Barlow's face was red, and almost a mouthful of old blood came out: "Don't compare me to the kind of metamorphosis that definitely wrote the chapter of fate and advanced the scepter!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed dryly: "Just say you can't do it."

Baluo really squirted out a mouthful of blood, and stared at him bitterly: "Ye Qingxuan, if one day I really get to the level of a scepter, all people whose mouths owe you will die. !"

Barlow is angry, and the blessing movement in the instrument does not need to be released. In an instant, the speed of the fifteen Fei Lian was more than three times faster. When they broke through the air, there was almost no sound, but when they attacked, they turned into a crossbow and axe, too fast for people to react.

Barlow roared and played three accents.

Immediately afterwards, Fei Lian gathered and turned into a vortex of death, toward the mud puppets that were constantly attacking and approaching.

There was a muffled sound, and even the cracking sound was chopped by Fei Lian's wings.

Immediately afterwards, the four burly and huge mud puppets quickly collapsed and fell to the ground, the red light in their eyes extinguished and turned into fragments on the ground.

Looking at the statue like a work of art shattered like this in front of him, Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched, and he felt distressed from his heart:

"Start lightly...hey, forget it, when I didn't say it!"

Ye Qingxuan's face was distressed, and he stopped talking.

Ye Qingxuan really didn't expect that one day he would come to do this kind of thing about burning the piano and boiling the horrible scenery.

The history of Romulus has now been dated. There is not much information and evidence in the world, and the history of the year is also hidden in a mist.

If a researcher sees Ye Qingxuan and the others ruining these precious cultural relics so brutally, I am afraid they will vomit three liters of blood and suffer a serious illness. But at this time, don't protect the ancient cultural relics, protect yourself first...

Otherwise, if the cultural relics are not protected well, they will be killed. It is estimated that they will not be peaceful after death, and they will be included in the latest issue of "Musician's Stupidest Way to Die" and will be ridiculed.

He was thinking about it, but his memory suddenly flashed past the Romulus history scrolls that Elder Caligula had handed him, as well as some of the entries.

For an instant, he was terrified and horrified.

"Don't delay here, get out of here first."

He yelled in a low voice: "It's better to be faster...the sooner the better!"

"Huh?"

Samuel, who was building a defensive position, was taken aback and looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

"If I guessed correctly, I am afraid I will suffer next."

Ye Qingxuan looked around at the samurai clay dolls that were gradually awakening in the distance, watching more and more red eyes light up from the darkness, and couldn't help rubbing cold sweat on his forehead:

"Do you... know what the Romulus legion is most famous for?"

There was no expected answer. The three historically blind faces looked at each other, confused.

Ye Qingxuan let out a cry, covering his face with a long sigh: "Anyway, just go!"

What is the most famous of the Romulus Legion? Still need to ask? !

——Of course it is the Romulus phalanx! ! !

Boom!

A loud noise~IndoMTL.com~ It was the sound of a giant square shield smashing to the ground.

"Huha!"

The roar from the rubbing of iron and stone sounded.

In the distance of the tunnel, nine samurai clay dolls stood side by side, the square shields in their hands were riveted to each other, and they suddenly fell to the ground. The faces of several people in the distance were reflected on the iron-like porcelain shell, followed by The iron wall of the square shield pushed forward.

"Huha!"

The earthquake trembled, and countless screams came through the air—throwing spears! It was a crimson spear that was two meters long and two meters long! After the advancing iron wall, a huge short spear was thrown out like a torrential rain, piercing the air and making a thrilling loud noise.

The loud noise burst out overlappingly, leaving a stern trace wherever the spear was thrown.

The crimson spear carries the light of lava, coming through the air like a meteor. Before it has arrived, it squeezes the air like iron stone, unable to breathe. (To be continued.)