Silent Crown Chapter 795: Wait!

The transformational music theory after fusion of Gangnil sprouted from the blade of the New Testament, as if the world's rays of light gathered together.

Along with the blade's stabbing, fierce thunder light fell from the sky, tearing through the layers of mist, as if hitting some invisible realm, and a harsh voice sounded.

Countless waves of chaos emerged from the void, and the streamer shone, accompanied by a sharp rubbing sound, suddenly a phantom of a huge city appeared in the originally emptied etheric realm.

Compared with everything, but as small as dust.

Striving for a blow, just let its form emerge from the chaos, under the maintenance of the balance wheel, even the weak points are so stable, almost unshakable.

Now, Ye Qingxuan is standing in front of it, like a small dust trying to cross the iron wall.

"Come again!"

Ye Qingxuan didn't feel discouraged, but was aroused by fighting spirit. The first line of ethernet was pulled from a distance, and the matrix of the World Tree emerged, followed by...Gangnir's decet!

As if the natural disaster Odin reappeared.

Under the guidance of the Void of the Supreme Element, a specific outline emerged from the emptiness of Gangnir, violent to the point that a thunder gun that would penetrate through the sky and the earth sprouted from the hands of Ye Qingxuan.

Then, stab off!

Boom! ! ! !

The shadows of the Great Wall are surging. Since a crack has emerged in the mist, countless streamers have swooped in quickly to repair the cracks, and in a very distant place, there is a gathering of terrifying waves.

That is the autonomous counterattack system of the Great Wall.

But soon, Gungnir stabbed again.

In the midst of the loud roar, Ye Qingxuan threw out Yunlou Qingshu's beacon and got stuck in that invisible crack. Relying on this, countless Tianti music theory expands from it.

In an instant, from tens of thousands of miles away, it extended into the core matrix of the Great Wall.

Outflow, creation, formation, activity...

Through the four realms.

Hermes' alchemy combined with the music theory built into it when Ye clan built the Great Wall back then. The inside should be combined with the outside, so that the huge Great Wall opened a gap in front of him.

In the rolling mist, a narrow vortex emerged, with countless lightning entangled in it, like a rift leading to hell.

Ye Qingxuan jumped into it without thinking, letting the darkness engulf him.

Behind him, the fleeting whirlpool suddenly closed, and under the weight of the mighty force enough to crush the flesh into dust, the sword of the New Testament propped up the defense.

Ye Qingxuan saw countless streamers flying in front of his eyes.

For the Great Wall, this fellow who entered through the back door is undoubtedly a virus that penetrates into the blood circulation. The defense measures are instantly activated, and countless music theories are intertwined out of thin air, forming a bronze drum phantom.

The hurricane blew up and thunder burst out.

The wind and thunder, the lightning is like a knife and axe, slashing down.

——Heavenly Tribulation!

This is the punishment imposed by the East on the musicians who violated the taboo. The eternal shackles set by the blood of the dragon veins, after dozens of generations of supplements, even the blood of the dragon veins cannot be exempted.

Once offended, it is like a tarsus maggot, endlessly dying!

"Isn't it just over the wall?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Why is it so cruel?"

The sword of the New Testament was raised, and the blade was cut down. Numerous music theories simply cut off the entangled connections from the outside world one by one. In the end, Ye Qingxuan and even his whole person became in the Great Wall realm. A pure'empty'.

Without any echo or resonance, it absorbs all the noise and music theory, slips through layers of blockade without leaving your hands, the thunder disc of the tribulation spins by your side, constantly passing by. Recently, even only Not far away.

Even so, it still gradually delineated Ye Qingxuan's area, surrounded by layers, shrinking toward the core.

"Tsk!"

Ye Qingxuan frowned and could only prepare to fight hard.

At the end, the tribulation suddenly stopped, and then, it fell apart, and when the two sides were about to die, the strangeness disappeared.

And just after the layers of electric light, among the countless streams of light, a vague phantom emerged.

There is no face, no outline, not even a human figure, but a coincidence-like pattern formed in a fleeting time, but it has caused countless thoughts in Ye Qingxuan's will ups and downs.

It's like pressing a switch, and for a moment, I feel unconscious and involuntary.

There is not even room for consternation.

Trees, seas, fish... a series of completely different meanings emerged from his mind, and in the end, they pointed to the traces that he had long forgotten in the depths of his memory.

Somehow, I thought of it.

The phantom that appeared next to him when he opened the door of the musician and when he burned the thousand-year dream.

Obviously it was a rigid memory, but it became alive at this moment. The exquisite face and his musician walked out of the stillness, nodded towards him, and smiled slightly.

It's like saying hello.

Tell him:

——I am here.

Then, a series of thoughts and thoughts fell apart, disintegrated again, and the turbulent mind stabilized again, as if nothing had happened.

What happened just now is just a stressful hint.

But Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but remember what the Phantom had asked himself.

Do you regret it?

The meaningless question of the past has resurfaced at this moment. Although the phantom did not have any malice, and even helped him solve the catastrophe, it made Ye Qingxuan uneasy.

"The fate of a thousand years...?"

He recalled Yunlou Qingshu's crazy words, and his heart became more and more irritable. What he hated most was this kind of person who seemed to know everything and didn't say anything.

Forever with a mysterious smile and the meaning of overlooking, as if watching a stage play that has long been passed through by the show, gazing at him like a puppet, pushed to a fateful ending.

Do your **** spring and autumn dreams!

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

The suggestion can only work once, as if a letter was inserted through the crack of the door. After Ye Qingxuan was prepared, it would not work again next time.

Anyway, he has made up his mind and ignores everything.

He has done enough for this world, he can't even control the flood after his death, where he can control the **** problem left over from a thousand years ago.

At that moment, he crossed the Great Wall and broke through the clouds.

The first thing I saw was the deserted and dry land under the dark clouds, thousands of miles of yellow sand stretched to the end of the line of sight, and yellow dust flying in the air.

The ground in the distance is still full of cracks, large and small, and at the end of the line of sight, there is even a big pit... like it was burned by the falling sun, it was scorched black.

"Where is this?"

The first thing Ye Qingxuan felt was at a loss. Did he go the wrong way?

Where is the legendary and picturesque scenery? What about the beauty of the legendary landscape? What is this doing? Not to mention the green pines and cypresses, there is already no grass on the ground!

More importantly, what are the people on the ground... doing?

In Ye Qingxuan’s fall and overlooking, through the dust and yellow sand, he finally saw the turbulent darkness on the ground. There were countless dense figures entangled with each other, and the roaring and roaring voices spread. Come.

The bright red color flows in the deserted world.

On the fight, the restless forces rushed in the blood, entangled with each other, attacked invisibly, pressed on every step or step by step, and countless music theories were entangled in one place, vying for control of the material world. .

This is war...

Beyond the battlefield of fighting, there are two musicians competing for control of the battlefield, lowering thunder or spreading nectar. I don’t know how many musicians’ powers overlap, and countless music theories are intertwined, forming chaos in the tug of war. Torrent.

As Ye Qingxuan descended from the sky, the moment that meteor-like bright light appeared on the sky, dozens of ether fluctuations had already locked Ye Qingxuan, and then, countless music theories extended.

"Wait!"

Ye Qingxuan was instantly stunned.

At this moment, at the moment when the battle is on the battlefield, everyone is fighting with all their strength, and they dare not allow any loopholes to appear.

Facing the meteor falling from the sky, the first moment the musicians on both sides had their minds were confused.

Is it ours?

No.

So...

With the power of Gangnir and the etheric net, Ye Qingxuan, who descended from the sky, seemed to be regarded as a great enemy at the same time by both parties. As a result, at the same moment, the two musicians invariably made their best to send out destruction to the sky. hit.

It's like a repetition of the battle against the sea fortress a few months ago.

It's just that this time the person facing a large number of movements has become Ye Qingxuan.

Damn it!

Ye Qingxuan's complexion changed suddenly. He finally understood why the Great Wall barrier here seemed so weak. That was because all the Great Wall's forces here were blocking the aftermath of this war, and he was unable to guard against external invasions.

As a result, I just got in through this door so I couldn't die.

Unexpectedly, the place where I got in was not an empty house, but a battlefield where two groups of people were on fire!

Faced with the oncoming big stick, Ye Qingxuan's first reaction was to echo the ethernet, and first help himself to block this wave of offensive, but unexpectedly, the ethernet did not respond, even across the Great Wall , I can't even feel it anymore.

Ah, the internet really went off!

Ye Qingxuan thought, and immediately became confused again: Huh? Why do you want to say that it is true?

There is no time to take care of the confusion in my heart. Fortunately, the sword of the New Testament is with me.

Set up the foundation of the earth and prop up the dome of the sky.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan hid in the etheric fault, as if driving a broken ship, being hit by wind and rain in a heavy rain. Although this wave of offense looked terrifying, it lacked decisive qualities. Only the existence of quantity could not damage him.

It just looks a little embarrassed.

Faced with one after another roar and attack~IndoMTL.com~ Ye Qingxuan did not dare to continue walking in the middle of the battlefield. He used a lot of strength and forcibly reversed the direction of the fall. He felt like he was drawing in the sky in the wind. A long arc passed over the huge battlefield.

Wrapped with the remaining power of Gangnir and the etheric net, Ye Qingxuan felt that he had broken through layers of barriers one after another and fell into a building.

Like a meteorite.

Amidst the roar, there was a wave of anger.

In the midst of countless dust flying, Ye Qingxuan coughed violently, crawling out of the pit, only to see the old man in front of him.

In the shattered building, under the protection of two musicians, he bowed his head and looked down at Ye Qingxuan's appearance, with a surprised expression.

"I have lived for decades, and I have never seen this way of meeting."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was sour-faced, shook his head and sighed: "Really...ingenious!"

Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at his luxurious outer robe. Under the protection of the barrier, the black robe did not stain dust, bordered by green gold, majestic and cold.

Then, I couldn't help but look around, only to see that outside the building, countless musicians were blocking this place one after another. In the void, the fluctuation of several scepters locked him, chillingly killing intent. Revealed.

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched.

It's over!

I just ran out of the wolf's den, and ended up in the tiger's hole?

"Where is this?"

He looked at the old man in front of him.

"Of course it is the battlefield, Ye Qingxuan."

The old man laughed softly, as if he knew him, "This is my camp, don't you even know where you fell?"

Ye Qingxuan was at a loss.

"Then you are..."

Without finishing the words, he finally recognized the man in front of him by comparing the map in his memory:

"Bai Heng?"