Silent Crown Chapter 515: Abyss Black Branch

readx();That is a tree.

A jaw-dropping tree!

In the outflow layer, Ye Qingxuan couldn't even get a glimpse of its full picture, only through the shadow that covered the entire holy city, inferring how terrifying its body was.

The terrible giant tree sprouted from the abyss, extended from the etheric realm, and straddled the nine-layered etheric sea, came to the material realm in a purely musical way, and was rooted in the enchantment of the holy city. on.

As if planted in the soil.

All the music theory of the abyss that Ye Qingxuan saw was just its tentacles. Those complex and chaotic abyssal music theories are flooded in the alchemy matrix of the outflow layer, seemingly chaotic and chaotic, but in fact there are certain rhythms and rules.

Grass snakes have a gray line and a thousand miles of veins.

In this way, it continuously absorbs the power of the holy city and breeds new seeds. Once it affects the most critical one, it will cause a terrible chain reaction, causing the chaos to dissipate and a giant tree to appear .

Thousands of monsters growing in the vesicles, along with the huge dark forest, withered together and were drained by the giant tree, leaving no trace of ashes left.

It was conceived early, like an angry premature baby, opening his spiteful eyes.

Even so, Ye Qingxuan's response limit was exceeded.

Even if they belong to the same abyss, the big devils dare not get so close to it, but evade its branches in a panic, for fear that it will **** itself dry under anger.

Its appearance represents Ye Qingxuan's complete defeat.

The absolute power gap has settled the dust.

Everything is a foregone conclusion, and there is no way to change it.

I just saw the shadow. On the ground, all the creatures felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Teacher...what is that...?"

On the ground, the young musician who had hoped that Ye Qingxuan could reverse the crisis had already sat down on the ground, the shadow of a huge tree reflected in his eyes, full of despair.

Even the internal organs are twisted into a ball in fear.

Don't dare to look again.

"That is the Dark Lord, my child."

Looking up at its existence, the old musician whispered feebly: "In the legend, the original masterpiece of the Dark Earth Mother dedicated to the Hundred Eyes, the abyss Heizhi Monti.

It is the gatekeeper of the abyss, rooted in the turbid current of the etheric realm, guarding the territory for the hundred eyes. Among all the dark officials, it is the oldest. Compared with the golden age of human beings in just five hundred years, it is nothing to mention..."

The holy city trembled and roared.

The old musician lowered his head with a sorrowful smile, climbed up from the ground, looked down at the huge crack in his chest, stretched out his hand, took out a metallic liver from it, and put it into the young man's hand.

The young man was stunned.

"This is the ether furnace of the inheritor, and all my copies of music theory are in it." With a palm of dry blood, he gently stroked the young man's black hair. The old man smiled: "Victor, starting today, the Wumen School will be handed over to you."

Victor looked at him blankly: "Teacher..."

"Run away, child."

The old musician smiled, raised his head, looking up at the huge shadow that enveloped the entire city.

He whispered softly.

"Escape, the farther you can escape, the better..."-

According to legend, there used to be a kind of tree in Yunlou that could give birth to beautiful flowers.

Twice a year, when the flowering season arrives, the countless pink petals flutter in the air and fall one after another.

The poet said, this is a thrilling beauty.

But its beauty is built on the corpses of the dead, cruel and terrifying. It is said that the more corpses buried under the tree, the more beautiful the flowers will be.

Because that is the color left by the soul of the dead.

This is just a novelist's words.

But now, Ye Qingxuan feels that perhaps what the legend says is true.

Isn't this monster in front of me looking for more corpses? dudu1();

It's just that, while still being gestated, I have been interrupted by myself and can no longer bloom.

"Is this a premature birth?"

Ye Qingxuan chuckled lightly, "Unexpectedly, I am embarrassed to poke such a big basket."

White Moon worked hard and its light was dim.

Ye Qingxuan asked: "When I first met, I didn't expect to use such an unfriendly way of greeting. Isn't everyone in the abyss being polite, this lord Monty?"

The answer to him was countless tightened branches. Under the pressure of the branches, the moon wheel broke open and cracked, almost completely collapsed.

One after another, the roots penetrated in forcefully, piercing the Fateful Chapter fiercely.

Until this moment, among the countless twists and weaves like tree roots, a distorted and huge face slowly emerged.

It looks like a human, but it looks like something else.

"It's you? No wonder."

The eyes of the abyss looked at Ye Qingxuan's music theory, seemingly abrupt.

"Is your next sentence: Ye Qingxuan, I recognize you?" Ye Qingxuan blinked his eyes curiously: "Then you see that I am a wise man and want to recruit me?"

"To recruit you? Hahahaha, interesting proposal!"

Just the laughter made Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter tremble, almost collapsed, and his unshakable killing intent spread.

Monti's root music theory cruelly pulled Ye Qingxuan's Fate Chapter, tearing the bell tower to pieces one by one, just like unpacking the crappy wrapping paper on a cheap gift box.

It's no shame.

"Where would I dare to recruit you? Ye Qingxuan, you have made Paganini crazy."

It grinned strangely: "Among the dark princes now, at least four hate you. Two of them have already suffered a great loss in your hands...Do you think you are a person and will treat you? Are you merciful?"

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Don't! You think about it again! You see, I am so young and so talented. If I go to the abyss, I will definitely be a talent for creation in the future!"

"Perhaps other people will show mercy to you when they come here. Unfortunately, I am not a human being, and I have no love for talent. Your tricks are of no use to me. So..."

He paused for a while and said indifferently: "If you are a scourge like you, it's better to kill it sooner."

Crash!

The last heavy bell tower blessing shattered.

There is no need to destroy the tree surface again, and Ye Qingxuan's fictional chapter of fate collapses on its own, returning to the category of the heart music chapter, even maintaining the ‘vacuum’ of self-consciousness.

Monty was unmoved, and his roots were cruelly tearing at his music theory, one after another, cautious and cold, like cutting someone's finger after another.

Next came the limbs, and it had to open its chest, dig out the heart, split the head, and burn the brain to make sure that it would bring Ye Qingxuan's unavoidable death.

Fight back even a little bit, without leaving him!

"Hey, there is no need to be so vicious, right?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed hard, the phantom figure trembled, and was about to dissipate.

The internal structure of the heart music chapter has begun to collapse under the pull of the roots. The thousands of tiny roots are viciously entangled in it, pulling out the notes one by one, and cruelly pinching the music theory. Off.

It's like trying to crush a person from start to finish and burn them to ashes.

Leave no dross.

At that moment, a faint mist emerged from the outflow layer, intertwined into a faint outline of the door.

The weird and ethereal music theory actually penetrated the barrier of the outflow layer, from the outside to the inside, seeing the enchantment as nothing, opening a path lightly.

Just after the core of Abyss Black Branch.

Something is coming!

Monty's tree face froze for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, only to see a burning light.

That is the magnificent brilliance that bursts out of the burning chapter of destiny.

Even if it is as small as dust compared to a behemoth like the Dark Lord, the dust is like iron sand, burning angrily, bursting into fiery light. dudu2();

Until this moment, the whistling from the air to the ground resounded like thunder in the holy city.

Smell thunder in the sky!

"The evil demon died!!!"

The hoarse and old voice sounded, and in the old man's body, the chapter of destiny was turbulent, and even his own body was ignited. Flames gushed from his mouth and nose, and his eyes burst into fiery light.

He burned and rushed towards Monty.

"Arrogant..."

Monti made a contemptuous sound, his roots bend, and the movement of the abyss burst out, slamming down toward the light.

So the light was extinguished.

It's like crushing a firefly.

But at that moment, the roots of the Black Branch of the Abyss were completely empty!

Empty!

As the chapter of Fate exploded, there was nothing inside and no one was there.

At that moment, the fog door opened again, and the figure passed through the layers of dark music theory, and unexpectedly withstood the blow, desperately rushing to Ye Qingxuan, stretched out his hand, and shattered the moonlight. Carefully guarded into his arms.

Let the roots pierce into the body angrily.

The burning blood dripped from his face and fell in his arms, with heat and pain.

The theory of the abyss is like a thorn, tearing at his *, breaking his fateful chapter to pieces.

"Who are you...?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He had never seen this badly wounded old man before, and did not expect that someone would burn the chapter of fate, be willing to face opponents like Abyss Heizhi, betting on that one in ten thousand chance , Come and save yourself.

When the old man heard his voice, he smiled hard and didn't speak.

The smile was embarrassed and happy, as if he had done a terrific event.

"Let's go..."

In the erosion of the abyss roots, he used his last strength to gently push the moonlight forward.

In his body, the chapter of fate was completely disintegrated, but the remaining trace of power finally opened a small fog door in the outflow layer.

A gap to the outside world.

Let's go.

Hurry up.

The old musician smiled, allowing the branches of the abyss to sprout from his body and pierce out his facial features, but his eyes were extremely pleased and satisfied.

Very good, this is very good.

Exhausting this mediocre life, there is no courage to be a hero, but at least, this dying body can leave the seeds of heroes for this world.

Slap!

His smile stiffened.

A sharp tree branch suddenly pierced from his chest, penetrated his lungs and heart, and extended forward. The branch grew, entangled the moonlight in front of the fog door, and stopped it in place.

Even if it's only a few inches away from the fog door.

One step away.

Indifferently crushed the fog door, Monty looked at him coldly:

"Do you think you saved him?"

Blood foam poured back from the broken lungs, pouring into the mouth. The old musician looked at the dissipated fog gate regretfully and lowered his head.

"I just...want to try...it's a pity..."

The old musician sighed angrily, and laughed at himself: "At least...decently..." dudu3();

He said, "I'm sorry."

In the distance, as the young man screamed in pain, the roots of the abyss completely shredded the old musician without leaving a bone.

Splashing blood.

Fell on the white moon.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, staring sadly at the place where the old musician was last.

Before he died, the old musician said to himself, I'm sorry.

Sorry, nothing can save you.

I should say that I am sorry.

He lowered his head in shame.

On the ground, the young man holding the teacher’s last relic did not leave. He ran in the abyss of the city, shed tears, screamed with all his strength, and rushed to the sky crookedly. , Crashing into the dark shadow covering the sky.

Want revenge for the teacher.

Meng Ti has no expression on his face, and a tentacles swept out.

The young man is broken.

Only the metal internal organs originally held in his hand fell from the air, and the last inheritance of the fog door school fell to pieces on the steel ground.

The desperate and angry echo echoed in the silent city.

Woke up the pupils who couldn't bear to look.

In the silent city, the silent musicians clenched their fists.

"God, please have mercy on me."

Someone whispered and prayed for the last time.

"Please guide me where heaven is~IndoMTL.com~ Then, a hot light suddenly lit up from his body, in this dark and silent city.

In the darkness, like a morning star rises.

He flew from the ground to the sky, his heart melody screamed, like the young man just now, overwhelmingly, arrogantly sending out bars toward the enemy.

Charge towards the impossible enemy.

Next, there is the second, the third...

In this dead city, among the blood and the dead, some people stood up, clenched their swords and weapons, and kept rising.

It's like a moth fighting a fire, one after another hitting the shadow of the abyssal tree,

They provoked the behemoth in front of them uncontrollably, and then they were torn to pieces lightly, leaving burning blood, spilling in the city, bringing a short and small dim light.

God, I give my soul to you, please have mercy on me.

Please guide me where heaven is.

Then, that's how it goes toward death.

Ye Qingxuan turned away, couldn't bear to look again.

"This is your rescuer?"

Monti looked at him in confusion, couldn't help humming, and shook his head mockingly: "Fortunately, I was scared by what Paganini and the others said. I thought you had any tricks to comeback."

"Actually, he didn't have to come to save me."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and whispered softly: "Otherwise, I won't die so... worthless..."

"It seems that my expectations of you are too high."

Monti shook his head, and the huge tree shook suddenly. The roots that were several times more than just now protruded from the phantom, and pierced into the barrier of the holy city, turning this behemoth into the soil for him to live in. .

"Do you know?"

Monti suddenly heard Ye Qingxuan's voice: "In "The Temple", my favorite is the Book of Matthew, Chapter 3." (To be continued.)