Silent Crown Chapter 699: I am not rare

As Ye Qingxuan's subordinate, although Mabel was protected by the contract, it seemed intentionally or unintentionally... Ye Qingxuan did not stipulate that this subordinate should not attack the masters.

Until now, everyone has realized what the **** was this **** bastard in the beginning.

The whole Angelu, there is nothing good about it!

Another second later, a dozen masters glanced at each other, and quickly selected a few unlucky ghosts. They didn't dare to delay or hesitate anymore.

The few'unlucky ghosts' couldn't help but gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, bitterly walking towards Ye Qingxuan, pressing them on his limbs, chest, back or forehead, trying their best to help him suppress the turbulent music theory. There is no slightest slack.

Seeing someone coming up, the rest can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But within a few minutes, I saw an old man shivering all over, his eyes pale, and he spouted a mouthful of blood from his back, but he couldn't hold it!

Everyone was in consternation and confusion.

This is only a few minutes!

It is not that these people do not suppress music theory for their juniors or students on weekdays, but no matter how big the problem is for students, there is no pressure on them.

Furthermore, in order to ensure that there is nothing wrong, five masters are still going together to suppress a quasi-master together, but he can't even hold on for three minutes!

The other four people, after losing a helping hand, also shivered quickly and were about to collapse.

"Monster..."

The old man was panting, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, thinking of the horrible movement beyond imagination in his perception, his face was pale, and he looked at the companion next to him:

"Five people are not enough! Fifteen, at least fifteen, a scepter will do...hurry up! They can't hold on anymore!"

For an instant, the sounds of air-conditioning came and went one after another.

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For the time being, the masters outside are rushing to clean up Ye Qingxuan's mess, Ye Qingxuan is about to ignite in the illusion. If it weren't for someone from outside to help him support the scene, at this moment Ye Qingxuan was equivalent to taking a group of masters to fight a dead ghost, he would have long been unable to hold it.

I don’t know if this is a great irony.

The presiding judge, who has always sent people to the torture rack, was actually sent into the flames...

But for some reason, he suddenly felt less painful.

'Feeling' is a vague vocabulary. There is no numerical value to quantify, and there is no common sense. But at this moment, Ye Qingxuan had such an intuitive feeling.

The Sun King...weakened!

The most obvious thing is that he didn't even die.

Although I was a little scared at the beginning, but after getting used to it, I found that it was just like this... After the initial horror broke out, it did not climb rapidly again, but a faint feeling of unsustainable.

Clearly hot as the sun, but like a candle in the wind.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head with difficulty and looked at the King of the Sun. The two eyeballs that were almost burned into glass were widened, completely confused, and even a little disappointed that the expected abuse did not come:

"Is it all right?"

"..."

In the flame, the king of the sun has a cold face, but it faintly reveals the dullness and a trace of unconcealable astonishment. The flame is declining, rapidly declining.

It's like water without roots, flame without pay. No matter how urged it is, the supernatural power that used to do whatever one wants is unsustainable at this moment, and it is powerless.

Furthermore, the other kings didn't even make a move, instead they didn't move. In the process of urging his power again and again, his figure became thinner.

Across the twisted air, the look of the Sun King seemed to be twisted.

Although I can’t see clearly, it must be interesting.

"That's great."

In the burning fire, Ye Qingxuan let out a hoarse laugh: "The prophets who ambitiously plan the future of the world will show such an interesting expression...The kings who dominate the world can't help me. Unrepentant villain?"

Amidst the terrifying rays of light falling like a big day, the burned figure laughed. In the laughter, flames swept like red silk, revealing bones that were burnt to pure white.

The bones were bathed in flames, as if immersed in warm water, and the facial muscles twitched, like a pleasant smile.

Fire can't kill him.

He came alive again.

Standing again in front of the old master.

"Perhaps you think you can plan everything in the future. Everyone has an obligation to make concessions or sacrifices for your grand blueprint.

But it’s not like that..."

In the hoarse voice, countless flesh and blood rapidly increased on the bones, Ye Qingxuan's mutilated face was revealed from the skull, and the flame was rendered pure white, like long silver hair, rising up.

"Listen now"

The skeleton murmured.

Immediately afterwards, a harsh sound sounded. From the flames, from above the bones, the bones in the fire flicked their fingers, touching the bones of the ribs, as if playing a melody.

The collision of bones and bones, but there was a sharp roar.

Like the friction of the earth's crust, the mountains roar, like a hurricane, waves collide, and like thousands of hammers falling at the same time.

At first, the sound was harsh and messy, and it was maddeningly chaotic.

Finally, under the order of the hand of bones, the turbulent rhythm was summarized into one, with a sonorous melody in the smooth flow of clouds.

Above Ye Qingxuan's bones, there are countless notes appearing, flowing like a living thing. Some monsters are faintly emerging from the turbulent illusion behind him.

A terrifying embryo was brewing, and the monster opened an eye from its deep sleep.

That is the chapter of fate that was forcibly frozen!

Now, the chapter of destiny, which only exists on the imagination and draft, is being completed quickly, just like a behemoth sleeping in the ice layer slowly opening its eyes, loud noises roaring, and the white cracks from above the ice layer Spread out.

At the same time, the phantoms of the kings are constantly flickering, like a candle in the wind, at the end of a strong crossbow.

Their existence is being rejected.

A pair of invisible palms forcibly stripped them from the projection of Guixu, breaking the matrix they had preset at the time~IndoMTL.com~ and eradicating the idea of ​​invasion.

But they hide in the origin of Guixu, but they didn’t react and fell silent,

The roar burst out from the illusion.

Beyond the illusion, on the broken stone plate, suddenly countless fine alchemy matrices appeared, trembling again, bursting with a burning glow.

The silent kings set off the final shock, and at the same time set off a double huge wave in Ye Qingxuan's body and consciousness. It's not for victory, but purely for destruction, even if they all perish.

Anyway, what they came here was just a copy of the projection, and the battlefield was Ye Qingxuan's body, even if it couldn't win, as long as everything was completely erased.

The only Sun King who is still moving stretched out his hands and extracted the shadows of other kings into the huge sun wheel behind him.

The kings, along with himself, were all lit by the scorching sun, making the scorching sun unprecedentedly large and majestic, like a master of sprinkling creation and destruction.

"The future of this world will never let you get involved!"

The blatant light that cannot be looked at directly attacked Ye Qingxuan's unformed chapter of destiny, and launched an assault of destruction.

The tit-for-tat opposition here is a pair of unshakable dark eyes, just like a pair of indifferent eyes.

"You can keep the outdated tatters for yourself..."

The hoarse voice responded softly:

"I'm not rare!"

The notes are violently turbulent, countless music theories are gathered together, countless chaotic changes are completed in an instant, until finally, under unprecedented pressure, Ye Qingxuan's chapter of destiny like a Rubik's Cube quickly turbulent and overlapped. At the place, madly metamorphosing, swallowing the broken bones, and then brazenly crashing into the scorching sun!

It's like a moth fighting a fire.

At the moment of the collision, everything was silent. rw