Silent Crown Chapter 671: Electricity
At that moment, in the collapsed illusion, in the collapsed consciousness. ???
The movement enveloped by the raging flames was completely burned out, and countless music theories were completely steamed in the flames. Under the elements of the great source, the ashes disappeared, and not even a single note was left.
But when the ashes dissipated completely, the flame was still not extinguished.
The face of the sun king changed.
He felt that in the elemental fire that dissolved all of Ye Qingxuan's power, there was still something left, and under the layers of ashes, there was still power that had not been wiped out.
Ye Qingxuan still exists.
He is still alive!
Followingly, the first note flowed out of it, then the second, the third...a torrent of music theory like a waterfall rose from the fire.
It's like opening a catastrophe box and releasing the disaster in it.
But under the burning and impact of flames, the countless music theories have not dissipated, but...the more they solidify?
The King of the Sun was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that he roared in anger.
Alchemy?
It turned out to be alchemy!
He actually used his own flame as a melting pot, completely throwing into it the chapter of destiny he had just created. Then, with the help of the flame bestowed by the great source, temper your own music theory!
Asshole!
The lunatic actually used his own consciousness, his own power, and everything about himself as materials, just like countless kinds of metals were thrown into a tens of thousands of degrees in an alchemy furnace and melted into a brand-new alloy.
All the dross that can't stand the temper have been completely eliminated, and the power that can survive and regenerate from the flame has passed the test of thousands of years and turned into the most perfect form.
And now, it's time to start the furnace.
'Perfection' emerged from the furnace.
The flame was torn from the inside out, by the dazzling bright light that emerged in that instant, and the terrifying loud noise that swept the entire world.
It's thunder and lightning.
Only thunder and lightning have such a dazzling and hot flame, like molten metal flowing in the sky.
Countless electric lights are intertwined, turning into a faint human silhouette.
The fierce light tears through the air, like countless fleeting strings, which are plucked and played, making a sharp and piercing sound.
The sounds of countless electric currents come together and blend into a new rhythm. When governed by the will, it becomes an incredible unity and harmony.
Perfect and flawless.
This is a qualitative change.
The real qualitative change was born.
Just like the metal friction of Abraham, Ye Qingxuan's music theory now has a unique nature.
"Thunder and lightning? No, it's just ‘electricity.’"
In the faint outline, the electric current oscillates, and the harsh neighing converges in one place, turning into a hoarse voice: And as I understand it to the end, the two sides collide, and the external performance turns into ‘electricity’? "
At this moment, in the countless fleeting electric lights, there are ten million times more theories of music that are frequently born and die. Every second, there are theories of music that are born thousands of times that humans can’t imagine. collision.
But under the constraints of the interpretation method, even if it is unable to sense and control, the majestic power is still constrained in Ye Qingxuan's will.
No matter how chaotic the power is, it still moves along the established track. Under the surface of the chaos, the beauty of balance is always reflected.
It's like a machine.
——The sacred cauldron turned into a positive pole, and the projection of the abyss turned into a negative pole. They collided with each other and evolved another form of the Silent Moon, another more violent and more turbulent, he had never even imagined Shape.
With this as the core, all of Ye Qingxuan's music theory are connected into one.
A new chapter of destiny has been achieved.
From the flames.
In the ashes.
"I am not dead, am I very disappointed?"
In the frenzied electric light, Ye Qingxuan's face emerged every inch, staring at the furious kings, and laughed mockingly:
"——Don’t rush to get angry, I have worse news to tell you."
Boom!
In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, fiery electric lights burst out.
Towards the sky, he took the first step, his lips opened and closed, there was a loud thunder, and he declared: "Let me tell you--"
"Everything you left behind has completely fallen apart!"
Great earthquakes.
Facing the impact and attack of the projections of the kings, he stepped forward, the body intertwined with electricity and light was constantly shattering and rebirth, persistently and slowly narrowing the distance between each other.
The thunder is still reverberating, causing the walls to crack, the pillars and sub-pumps, the gold and iron to decay, and the coat of arms is dusted.
"Let me tell you--"
"The era you planned has long been broken by future generations!"
"The country you left behind has become a breeding ground for decay!"
"The future you envision has become the fuelwood of the fire of resistance."
"The world you thought was saved by yourself is about to be ruined in the system you left behind!"
In the end, the figure shrouded in thunder and lightning was close at hand.
From here, the originally thin figure has turned into a huge giant, with five fingers tightened, the King of the Sun is completely drawn into the palm, and slowly tightened.
At this moment, the original kings are so small.
It's like dust.
Ye Qingxuan's mouth raised a mocking smile, "Now, shall we talk about it again: Am I eligible to have this power?"
Under the crown, the face of the sun king is withered, and the red eyes are still full of fury: "I curse you, rebellious! People like you are not qualified to step into the palace of the ruins!"
"It's up to you, whatever you want."
Ye Qingxuan tightened his fingers indifferently: "Goodbye, kings.
My character does not need your fingertips; my life does not need outdated old guys to help me plan; my future will never be dedicated to your world. "
Boom!
Lightning bursts~IndoMTL.com~The outline of the scorching sun was completely torn apart by the electric light, the elements collapsed, and the body of the sun king disappeared in an instant, leaving only the old crown from Ye Qingxuan’s fingers It fell, hit the ground, shattered in wailing, and turned into dissipated dust.
The furious thunder and lightning still has not dissipated.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at the closed door at the end of the main hall coldly.
"Did you hear, that thing behind the door!"
Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, the hoarse voice seemed to reverberate between heaven and earth:
"——My life belongs only to me!"
In the next instant, electric light bursts, playing a frantically roaring melody, and the door to the extreme state opens suddenly.
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In the deep darkness, there was a sudden crackling sound.
The magnificent and delicate octagonal crystal is full of cracks, reflecting the dim flames around it, and countless kinds of flames seem to be refracted in countless sections.
Some are like a fire, some are like lava, some are bleak, and some are madly like burning the whole world.
As the crystal broke, the path to the ruins was cut off.
The meditating person wakes up from long sleep.
On that face that looked like a man and a woman, there was an electric crack. The crack closed quickly, but then exploded again with a snap, closed twice, and then exploded again.
The electric light jumped in the cracks, it was hard to extinguish, and the scorching stench spread out.
"He found me."
Paganini frowned unhappily, stretched out his hand, stroked the crack in the front of his forehead, and pulled out a ray of lightning from his fingertips. The remaining electric light lingered at the fingertips, illuminating his face, and the expressionless face was uncertain in the dancing shadows.
Staring at the electric light of the fingertips, I fell into a long thought.
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