Silent Crown Chapter 688: The Day of God’s Fury


? At that instant, the clay tablet in Ye Qingxuan's hand cracked quietly.

  

   The sleeping element is awakened, and rises from the ashes, like stars proclaiming fate shining in the long night, quietly embedded in Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter.

  

   Immediately afterwards, fiery rays of light gush out from the emptiness chapter of fate.

  

In the movement of   , every chapter is running frantically, colliding with each other, and the theory of music is entangled and agitated, and it manifests violent electric light. The lightning is like countless branches, extending in all directions.

  

  In an instant, the core of the Chapter of Fate quietly shifted.

  

   The element of operation penetrates the sage’s stone, the chapter of moonlight, and the resonance of natural disasters, and countless purifying music principles continue on top of it, without any hindrance or conflict, as if they were born as one. As the core, the decomposed chapter of destiny is once again unified and completed.

  

   In an instant, the crown of light on Ye Qingxuan's head burst into thunder.

  

   That is the endless electric light frantically lashing at the foundation of the material world, tearing apart the nine layers of the etheric sea. Under the traction of the elements, the theory of cleansing music is changing wildly.

  

   After millions of destructions and rebirths in an instant, what emerged from it was a will that was so magnificent that it was impossible to look directly at it. The breath is cruel as iron, majestic as the sun, mighty as the world revolves, and mighty as the stars shattered.

  

  The power called God's Wrath awakens here.

  

   just exists, which makes Vientiane tremble.

  

   just overlooking, it makes all evil spirits tremble.

  

   just works, it cleans the whole world, redefines everything, and directs everything to the right track.

  

   At that moment, facing the arrow of the element of nothingness, Ye Qingxuan raised his palm.

  

  The majestic power is running, but it is not the magnificent melody that everyone imagines, but the harsh sound of endless electric current. The one after another electric light flogged in the void, and the sharp voices gathered in one place, but they formed a symphony that looked like the heavens and the earth cracked.

  

   This is the qualitative change of the ether that belongs to Ye Qingxuan alone.

  

   Driven by the qualitative change of the ether, the movement called "The Day of God's Fury" burst into play.

  

  "The day of wrath, the last time. The heavens and the earth are turned into ashes!"

  

   The roaring sound of the crowd roared from the strange melody, gathered in Ye Qingxuan's hand, and crashed down.

  

   collapse!

  

   The sound of steel rubbing suddenly burst out.

  

   At the moment of the collision, everything seems to have been there. But everyone clearly felt that there was an invisible impact spreading from here, such as acupuncture, such as a burning wind, causing dust to dance wildly, and water vapor transpired, making the mind tremble and difficult to maintain.

  

   After the aftermath, the golden sun in the sky is still shining.

  

   The movement of the heavenly kingdom on the earth turned into a vast wheel of light, suspended behind Ye Qingxuan, continuously extracting the dragon power from Angelu breaking through the sky, and pouring it into the elements of the day of God's wrath.

  

   The White Knight’s elemental arrow has completely disintegrated, disappearing under the whip of electric light.

  

   And in Ye Qingxuan's hands, the original plain and dark cane has quietly appreciated in the sound of iron crystal growth, and turned into an exaggerated three-meter long staff.

  

  The complex music theory lingers on it, guiding the elements to be embedded in it, the two are combined into one, inseparable, as if they were born as one. The purifying music theory after metamorphosis rises like a flame, forming an illusory blade.

  

   That is a long sickle.

  

  As if to harvest all living beings like straw, guiding all souls to eternal nothingness and sleep.

  

   was holding the brand new rod of fate, no, the sickle of fate, even Ye Qingxuan was shocked by the horrible fit between the rod of fate and the day of God's Wrath.

  

  "How do I use this stuff?"

  

   He moved his gaze away from the scythe and looked at the white knight below. He couldn't help blowing a whistle. The scythe was slowly raised, and the blade of the element aimed at the great head.

  

   "All in all, let's try it first!"

  

   In the next instant, the lightning galloped, and the sickle of God's Fury and Ye Qingxuan came whizzing!

  

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  "God—anger—of—day!!!"

  

   At the moment when a slate appeared in Ye Qingxuan's hand, the head on the copper plate opened up with eyes widened, and roared furiously: "It's here!!!"

  

   Frenzy fluctuations rose from the mutilated head, and in the cracks between the cheekbones and the skull, tentacles of nothingness were convulsing in anger, but they seemed to tremble with fear.

  

   is like raising a scavenging octopus in the skull.

  

   "Kill him!"

  

   withered head screamed and issued an order to the sages of the abyss, "At all costs! Kill him!!!"

  

   is not only the sage of the abyss, a group of black musicians also acted under the orders of the mutilated head. After a rush of hands and feet, Naberis hiding in the shadow of the corner did not move, but could not help but gloat. Shaking his head:

  

   "I suggested this a long time ago..."

  

   is obviously very dissatisfied with Nabelis's cool words, the skeleton glanced at him coldly, the cold light in his pupils.

  

  "It's "The Day of God's Wrath"...The Tribunal...How could we...it turned out to be "The Day of God's Wrath"!... "The Day of God's Wrath"..."

  

  The Day of God's Fury The Day of God's Fury...

  

The word    seems to have some magical power.

  

   represents the magic of fear, the magic of suffering, the magic of destruction and the magic of ending......

  

  A group of sages of the abyss are all in chaos in front of this word, and the heads filled with the wisdom of the abyss are all anger, panic, hesitation, and... fear at this moment!

  

   "Give me everything!"

  

   The mutilated head roared angrily: "How is the situation over there now? Didn't you set up a surveillance matrix? The White Knight is close to success! How could the eternal ruler left by my lord be afraid to go to a hybrid bastard! "

  

   A panicked head immediately activated the Eye of the Abyss hidden in the battlefield. Soon, under the power of the enlightenment movement, the scene in the center of the battlefield was quickly projected.

  

  The projectable scene has not yet developed. Under the influence of music theory, a faint electric light flew out of the illusory projection and landed on the big head of the upper host matrix.

  

   In the next instant, that flash of light was like a firewood, soaring frantically, and the theory of music absorbing the abyss began to proliferate frantically. The big head screamed, and in an instant, a terrifying flame burst out of the facial features, and the terrifying electric light burrowed out of every pore, piercing the people around like a living thing.

  

  Inadvertently~IndoMTL.com~ On the spot, two abyssal sages were also swallowed by lightning, and soon they became the next ‘source of infection’. The short buffer gave the sages of the abyss time to save themselves.

  

   The electric light went out soon.

  

   Everyone's expressions are distorted.

  

   The sages of the abyss that were swallowed by the electric light have disappeared without a trace. Only a few weird gray statues remained in place, vividly restoring their faces of fear and twitching before they died.

  

   A gust of wind blows, rain drops fall, and the statue collapses quickly and melts...

  

   Gray crumbs drifted under the feet of the sages.

  

   Someone plucked up their courage, stretched out their hands, touched them, and looked up palely: "It's salt... They are all turned into salt... It's really a punishment!"

  

   is like the city in "The Holy Book" that was turned into ruins under the wrath of God, and all the fallen who betrayed justice turned into salt pillars.

  

   Now, the same fate awaits them.


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