Silent Crown Chapter 348: The Skull of True Knowledge

In an instant, the young man's eyes were absolutely determined, and he opened his palm to emit a blazing flash of light.

The sun is coming.

Unexpectedly, the countless mirror matrix refracted and almost turned into the sun's rays, blinding everyone's eyes. Immediately afterwards, in a scream, Ye Qingxuan suddenly threw the saint's body into the iron storm.

A loud bang.

The body of the saint fell apart and was cut into dozens of large and small pieces!

——Naturally know how to share among good friends!

I don't know how many people screamed and ranted, and they were in chaos. Even so, someone rushed over with the blinding light, trying to **** the broken wreckage.

First of all, Samuel drove the flames down from the sky, stretched out his hand to fish into the bright light, grasped with both hands, and several fragments fell into the sac-left arm, ribs and heart!

The three-headed dog violently, opened three big mouths, took a deep breath, swallowed all the fragments of the scepter, and then drew back quickly.

Because immediately, almost all the musicians flocked in.

Shards scattered all over the sky.

Thunder sounded, and a musician with a dirty braid came through the air. The speed was staggering. There was a pale wave of air wherever he passed, and the protective gear on his hands and feet was almost rubbed to crimson. All the roadblockers passed by were overturned by brutal knocks.

He braced the bright light, grabbed two things, and was swallowed by a violent storm. He rolled out in black, and exited the range of contention vigilantly.

Another giant hand emerged from the crack, grabbed the saint's right leg, and disappeared immediately.

Barlow's flying sickle chicken thief skimmed at a very low altitude, biting a piece of crystal that rolled from the chest cavity, and then disappeared, hiding his merit and fame. The musicians of several teams made a joint shot and divided the Saint's right leg.

With a roar, a three-meter tall, pitch-black giant burst his clothes and jumped out of the crowd. Kicked a contender and snatched half of his left hand. After a few ups and downs, he jumped out of the crowd in a loud noise, and his body quickly shrank. The artificial muscles dissipated with the wind, and the **** Miller walked out of it, smiled and put away his trophy, turned his palms back and took out a transparent test tube, which was filled with liquid that was not a good thing at first glance. .

He came up to a few. The obviously ill-intentioned musician shook, trying to smash. The expressions of the musicians twitched, and their footsteps stopped in place.

In the midst of the fierce dispute, all the musicians fought in chaos. One of the musicians reddened his eyes and took out a dagger backhand and stabbed a competitor in the back of the heart. The competitor fell down, but he Also stunned in place, a beam of iron light spouted from his throat and circled flexibly. His head fell to the ground.

The offender died.

In the hands of several musicians, the spine of the saint who was coveted by most of the remains was lifted by the air wave, rolled through an arc in the air, and fell to the outside.

Then it fell right into the hands of a person.

It's like a coincidence.

"Good luck."

Faced with everyone's stunned eyes, Colt, who had been standing there beforehand, sighed softly, and put away a section of his spine effortlessly.

In everyone's stunned eyes, he looked at the white-haired boy at the other end of the crowd without a trace.

The young man stood on the spot, looking at the precious wreckage of the saints, just smiling and standing with hands. It's like having no pretense for the remains of the saint.

It's in his pocket. Was propped up a circular outline.

A strand of scorched hair was exposed at the buckle.

The most precious part of the saint's remains, the Skull of True Knowledge, has fallen into his bag without knowing it.

The various parts of the saint's body. According to the different fields and scepters that the saints were good at during their lifetime, each has different uses.

For example, the fingers of some saints are worn on the body, which can provide underwater breathing and the ability to survive in the deep sea. And some saints can have a nearly immortal body by transplanting their hearts.

And in all the remains of the saints, the only common part is their heads. The skull engraved with the chapter of destiny and all spirituality is called the skull of true knowledge. Can only be used once, but if the school fits. Able to use the remaining power of the saints to obtain a mysterious experience.

Pull away the fog of reality and see the true meaning of the etheric sea. And just after the end of this experience, the user gained most of the insights of the saints during his lifetime, striding closer and closer in the theory and cognition of music, making great progress.

For Ye Qingxuan, the magical alchemy equipment and various special abilities are far inferior to the growth of his own strength. If it is used properly, it can even break through the seven questions of a musician, and promotion of resonance is not impossible.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan put away the baby and pushed it away with a breezy look, Colt didn't break his precious treasure, but said lightly: "You didn't force your trump card, it seems you are hiding It’s deeper than I thought."

Ye Qingxuan just smiled slightly in response to this, with a meaningful smile.

"Try a few more times, there is always hope."

Hopefully!

Isn't it good at all for something like hole cards? It's strange that you can force it! Do you want hole cards? No, I have a whistle given to me by a neurotic master, either? Take it!

Soon, in a fierce battle, everyone took turns and after some tricks, the remains of the saints were finally divided up.

Samuel summoned Barlow and gave him his trophy. After whispering a few words to Ye Qingxuan, Ye Qingxuan nodded, then he cast his eyes and fainted.

Beside, Miller had prepared various potions and movements in turn to give him emergency treatment. 70% of the body was severely burned, severe blood loss and energy overdraft...

The incarnation of the Holy Spirit also comes at a price, especially Samus has only just been promoted to the Resonance level, and he is too unfamiliar with this power that can distort reality.

The stronger the power, the more difficult it is to control, and the more terrifying the movement, the more serious the consequences will be after losing control.

A single note error will cause devastating disaster.

Barlow called out a bear and carried Samuel on his back, while the invisible Fei Lian looked after him. He looked at Ye Qingxuan: "What should I do next?"

Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the door of the underworld that opened a gap behind him.

"Next, let's see what's inside..."

In front of the gate of the underworld, in front of the gap, Colt, Torre and Ye Qingxuan, who walked over unhurriedly, stood in front of the gate, looking at each other.

But no one took a step forward.

Just the remains of the saints are so difficult to deal with. If you walk into the door and see the remains of six saints crawling out of the coffin... Isn't it bad!

Although this is unlikely. But who knows if there is one?

In silence, Colt smiled and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Will you please first?"

According to the rules, Ye Qingxuan should go first, go first and pick first. Any trophies found belong to oneself. But since the benefits are their own, there is no need to worry at this time.

He thought for a while and looked at Torre: "You first?"

Torre smiled, just holding his brother who had fallen asleep, and didn't move. Instead, he looked at Colt: "Come on."

Went around and came back here again, but Colt was not surprised, on the contrary, he seemed to have expected it.

Among the three, the one who is best at observing is him. If it is him, he must know whether there is any danger behind the door. Therefore, neither of them can rule out that there is actually nothing behind the door, and Colt is simply pretending to be a gesture. Make them scare themselves.

Hearing what they said, Colt just smiled, stopped shirking, and walked towards the door.

The thin figure disappeared into the darkness, and there was no echo.

Long silence.

According to the truth, Colt walked in. Whether he found something or not, he should say hello, but there was no response for such a long time, and he couldn't help but have some bad guesses in his heart.

Just when Ye Qingxuan and Torre looked at each other. Suddenly an angry roar came from behind the door.

It's Colt.

The roar was like a roar that was about to go mad after losing his mind, with an unquenchable astonishment and hysteria.

Ye Qingxuan and Torrey were taken aback, and immediately rushed into the darkness behind the door.

Soon, they saw Colt.

He stood in the dark. His eyes were gloomy and angry, and the blue veins on the back of the hand holding the wooden staff jumped up. Ye Qingxuan saw him out of control for the first time, and he couldn't even restrain the fluctuation of the ether. If it were in the black zone, he would have blew himself up in the backlash of music theory.

Ye Qingxuan frowned and looked around. Then he was stunned.

Torre also looked around, silent, only his complexion changed. After a long time, he sighed: "The mechanism is exhausted." He turned and left.

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan stared at everything observed in the silent eyes. After a long time, he stretched out his hand, took the torch out of his arms, ignited it, and held it high.

The light lit up, following Ye Qingxuan's footsteps, sweeping across the dark hall behind the gate inch by inch.

On the wall, there are full of majestic murals depicting the kingdom of heaven. After thousands of years, they have gradually lost their color and become mottled. The angels in the murals have blurred faces, and when they look down at the visitors, their eyes are subtle and hazy, as if they are staring at the present from a long past.

In countless dust and cobwebs, eleven huge idols stood in the hall. The eleven main gods from the Pantheon of Romulus have been standing like this for thousands of years, and they have long since been broken.

This place is like a lost temple, dilapidated and decaying, no one has been worshipping for many years.

Under the statues of the gods, there is an altar of fire, but the holy fire in the altar has long been extinguished, leaving only a gray ember. Next to the altar of fire, the chair that looked at the fire man was slightly decayed, and the saint's body could be seen sitting upright.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

There is no envisioned aristocratic cemetery, and there are no difficulties or obstacles, not even spiders and mosquitoes. There is only such an empty temple.

The silence is desolate.

No more access.

This is the end of the underground palace.

"So, what's the matter?"

Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the huge dilapidated idol in front of him. After a long time, he dropped the torch and looked at Colt: "Is there any other clues such as hidden passages or secret rooms?"

Colt turned around to look at him, a hint of mockery in his gloomy eyes.

"If I found out, would I be like this?"

Who knows? You scheming **** can do anything...

Of course~IndoMTL.com~ This kind of remarks can only be muttered in the stomach, and Colt will turn his face right away. But even though he still had the strength to sneer and joke, Ye Qingxuan's heart couldn't help but sink.

In the observation of the Silent Eye, there is no dark room or secret passage, nor any interlayer. There was nothing behind the mural, and Ye Qingxuan reached out and cut two pieces by himself, only to find that there was only loess behind. There is no information left on the screen.

The ground is flat, just like the gods, they are cut directly from the rock.

He stretched out his hand and took out the fractured ‘earth probe’ he picked up in the underground palace, and poke twice on the ground, and found that hundreds of meters down from here were dense rock formations with no gaps.

In other words, there is really nothing to hide here.

Then, here comes the problem...

Ye Qingxuan fell into deep thought.

——Where did the King of Yellow go? (To be continued.)