Silent Crown Chapter 663: Pray

Even if the sacred cauldron collided with the body of the Hundred Eyes, the Silent Moon could rebalance the power of the two parties and return them to nothingness, let alone a competition between Schubert and Corrupted Black?

After getting used to the full bet and the big bet that moved the overall situation, Ye Qingxuan felt for the first time that the Distortion Grade was so powerless.

The moonlight only lasted for a moment before it went out.

But the timing is perfect.

It's like two horse-drawn carriages traveling at high speed. After they stopped momentarily before the collision, the remaining hurricanes were not a concern. And when the hurricane came, the ‘coachman’ of the carriage had to pay for his speeding.

What's more, Ye Qingxuan is also a stalker from it

If the two parties are living creatures, Ye Qingxuan would definitely not dare to play like this, but the situation is different now. No matter how complicated the music theory is, it will always lose flexibility without anyone operating it.

What's more, Ye Qingxuan also has the great killer of Silent Moon's balance music theory

As soon as he closed his hand, the chain reaction that was forcibly terminated brought a terrible backlash. The turbulence spread from the elements of both sides.

Only an instant, a violent counter-shock burst from every aspect of music theory.

The rod of destiny was pressed down, as if holding an iron rod, struggling hard, wailing and trembling in every way, almost falling apart.

The poisonous black tree was instantly bounced from its shell and fell to the ground. On the black branches that seemed to condense the original darkness of the universe, the flowers withered and fell in pieces.

The dead branches fell to the ground, and there was an echo of steel.

In the echo, its shape could no longer be maintained, and it collapsed quietly, turning into a pinch of fine dust, greatly losing its power.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't care about the distress, and immediately after, he heard a deep echo from the old nun's body.

It was the wailing of the bridle breaking and the coachman being crushed under the wheel.

In an instant, on the old nun's body, the black lines formed by the countless alchemy matrix quietly collapsed, and blood seeped from the pores.

The shackles set by the cult, in this collision, completely fell apart.

After losing the shackles, Schubert’s scepter seemed to have lost the power it relied on, and the light quickly faded. The last ray of light instinctively swept away the remains of the abyss in the nun’s body and healed that one. The body is riddled with holes.

After that, he slowly but weakly sank into the flame of consciousness and disappeared.

In a trance, Ye Qingxuan sensed that a subtle fire of consciousness gradually rekindled. Under the continuation of the ladder, he seemed to see countless phantoms flashing in front of him.

Countless intricate memories of churches, holy scriptures, children, nuns, children, icons, prayers, and children flashed before my eyes, and in an instant they returned to the fire of consciousness.

In a short moment, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have surveyed the life of the old nun, but the speed of the streamer was so fast that he hadn't had time to see clearly.

After a long period of silence, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, looked at the old nun who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but sigh.

This time I lost a lot.

He tentatively collected the debris of the humic plant, packed it in a salary parcel, and encapsulated it layer by layer, making sure that no remnant was missed.

Even if it has been smashed, it is still an excellent medium for cursing. Only one pill is needed to turn the painless curse into a life-torn nightmare.

Those who are immersed in the negative realm of the chant and revelation faction will definitely like it and go crazy. What's more, the remaining power is more than that.

Even waste utilization is of great value.

But compared with the gains, these losses are simply a blood loss!

A rotted plant that can stab the Pope to death, coupled with the risk of her life and the price she paid, is only an old nun who has lost all strength, and has temporarily lost Schubert’s asylum. There is no amulet that can be found in Guixu.

Under his own damage, Schubert’s scepter has been severely damaged. Even if it can be extracted from the consciousness of the old nun, it will take a lot of effort, not to mention that there will be There are various risks and unpredictable changes.

The ghost knows what will happen next

It's like using most of your own wealth to make a venture investment. In the future, there may be a tenfold return, but there is also a tenfold chance that you will lose your money.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't bear to laugh wryly.

"I must be crazy"

Beside, Oden sighed, patted him on the shoulder, a thousand words turned into a sentence: "You are a good person."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time.

He really didn't know if he could be a good person.

At best, it can only be regarded as a hypocrite, but there is nothing wrong with a hypocrite, at least it makes sense.

"I'll go to bed first, and call me when she wakes up."

He shook, feeling a splitting headache.

It is midnight, and there is still a long time left for this night.

I hope the dream will not be too long.

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In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of the rainstorm and the crying of the children.

In the sound of choking, it was like water dripping from the wall and falling into a pool of water.

The cold wind blows in from the corner, like a mocking chuckle.

"Mother, I'm cold."

Like Xiaoer sobbed softly.

"Children, pray."

In the darkness, someone rushed to them, stroking the wet hair, and whispered hoarsely: "The pain will eventually pass. Just pray, one day, the gods will drop mercy and redeem us from despair."

The faint sound of prayer lingered in my ears.

But those breathing sounds are getting weaker and weaker, and they are about to be cut off.

In the long silence, someone asked softly:

"Mother, does God really love us?"

No one responded.

Some water droplets fell on the ground and merged into the water pool, but the temperature was completely different from other water droplets~IndoMTL.com~Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and saw the cracked ceiling.

The fire in the corner was burning vigorously, but for some reason, the chill in the dream was brought to reality, making him unable to fall asleep anymore.

After a long time, a crisp voice sounded.

Outside the door, Mabel knocked on the bare door frame: "Something went wrong."

Ye Qingxuan climbed up from the ground:

"I'll come right away."

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In the corner of the main hall, on a simple stone bed, the old nun's breathing was rapid, and the sweat was streaming down her forehead, as if she was dying.

"What's the matter?" Ye Qingxuan put on his robe and squeezed in.

The master of the chanting faction checked her body and replied calmly: "Normal, her consciousness is reorganizing like a person trying to crawl out of a quagmire. It will take a little time and effort. "

"What if you can't climb out?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"If you can't get out, just fall asleep like this."

The master shuffled and looked at the scars on her hands: "I think she may not feel happy when she wakes up."

"It's better to die than to live."

Ye Qingxuan: "If you have any medicine for her, in the ghost place of Guixu, caring for a vegetative person is more troublesome than caring for an ordinary person."

The master of the chanting faction looked at her side, and the one-legged man next to her flicked: "There is no medicine for consciousness, but she can only rely on herself."

The master from the psychology school made an assertion, which made Ye Qingxuan a headache: "Can you help?"

"It's difficult."

The one-legged man hesitated: "Her consciousness is too weak. If I intervene, I will be infected by my music theory and reshape a blank personality. I can do it, but you can't get anything."

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