Silent Crown Chapter 804: The Flooding World (Part 1)

The torrent fell from the sky, the raindrops collided with the earth, and the sound of thousands of fragments overlapped, turning into a roar that engulfed the sky and the earth.

The water vapor evaporates and is immersed in the deep night. Even if you try your best to hold up the umbrella, it still feels suffocating.

Along with the vibration of the ground, the huge arch door slowly opened, and the thunder above the sky behind the door traversed, illuminating the angular palace in the distance.

The palace man holding the lamp stood in the rain, eyes drooping.

"My lord, please go here."

The palace man led the way for him in the heavy rain, and the vermillion coat was stained dark red by the rain, like blood flowing.

In the dark night, covered by countless torrential rains, the ether in the palace fluctuates one after another, intertwined with each other, shaking the rain curtain, as if going up to the sky, spilling endless pressure.

Suffocating.

After passing through the unknown number of heavy palace gates, he finally came to the front of the main hall. The torrent of rain water spilled from under the eaves, and a dim light was shining in the dark palace, illuminating his face, a little pale.

At the door of the main hall, the guard's voice is hoarse:

"Your Majesty Summoned."

He took a deep breath, shook off the raindrops on his clothes, bowed his head, walked into the palace, walked fifteen steps forward, stopped under the jade steps, and bowed down with the other two musicians:

"Weichen, I have seen your majesty."

Behind the curtain, there was an old voice.

"Tai Changqing, are these three talents recommended for me?"

"They are disciples taught by the minister."

The old man kneeling beside the jade steps bowed his head and responded, "Even if it is not the blood of heaven and man, it is still not inferior to the dragon pulse musician."

"Then, just do what you want."

The old voice sighed, "It's just that I would like to ask Tai Changqing to hurry up. I am already old and can't wait too long."

Below the Yutai, Tai Changqing did not speak, but bowed her head deeply.

The musician who has assisted the emperor to hold up Aurora for 30 years is more than ancient, but there is no sign of aging. The white hair that heaven and man are proud of is not seen on the head, but it is completely removed and replaced by a matrix that has already been engraved into the flesh and bones.

There was no palace servant serving on the side. The emperor who was behind the curtain came down personally and put a blood-stained scroll into Tai Changqing's hand.

"This is the map that Wu De envoy brought back by risking his death."

The old emperor said, "Tai Changqing, please go from the west, one hundred thousand miles-that thing is sleeping in Tianzhu."

Tai Changqing sighed sadly, leaned over and bowed:

"Chen, I pray your majesty to think twice."

The emperor laughed, sat down on the jade steps wearily, and sighed softly: "Sure enough, you are old, Tai Changqing, just like me. After I die, how many years will you live? Wait for you and me What will happen to all this after death?"

Tai Changqing did not speak.

The hands holding the scroll trembled, but refused to accept it.

On the ground, they heard a hoarse voice.

"You waited up and looked at me."

When they raised their heads boldly, they saw the deep pupils, reflecting their faces, and the dim lights in the hall.

The rickety emperor sits on the steps, and his luxurious crown and dragon robe can hardly conceal his old age and weakness.

Time is running out.

"After I die, who will preside over the overall situation?"

The emperor's palm touched the supreme seal in his hand and said to himself: "Who will support this country that is about to collapse? Is it the group of ambitious princes who are watching the imperial realm? Or? What are my good nephews? Or, my daughter who was born in the deep palace and grew up in the hands of his wife?

No, they can't, no one can't. No one can afford this Aurora... After I die, there will be a flood. "

The emperor lifted the seal in his hand, asked them to look at this supreme power symbol, and told them:

"—all this will fall apart."

At that moment, the emperor's eyes burst out with a cold light, like a flame from hell, making everyone present bow their heads in awe and crawling to the ground.

"I can't save it, but someone can. People who are ten times stronger, a hundred times stronger, and ten million times stronger than me can." The emperor looked at the minister who supported the three dynasties with a hoarse voice:

"Tai Changqing, go and bring it back, bring back that thing, that monster called truth!"

Bring the successor who can rejuvenate Aurora, a Wanshimingjun who can reset the chaos, to me!

In the silence, the old musician nodded sadly:

"Chen, I will live up to your majesty's entrustment!"

At that time, he bowed to the ground with the teacher, and he didn't know that this long journey meant he would regret it for a lifetime.

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In the early morning, the gate leading to the imperial domain in Tianmenguan opened slowly.

Mr. Hu sent Ye Qingxuan to the door, and an attendant brought a horse up. Mr. Hu patted the white horse on the neck and handed the rein to Ye Qingxuan, with a package.

"This is my letter of order, which will allow you to pass through the imperial realm without hindrance. This is my handwritten letter. Give it to your majesty, and your majesty will be happy to fulfill you."

"In fact, you don't need a horse."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "I will fly all the way over."

Mr. Hu shook his head: "Although Ye Zi, you are now the King of Yellow, but here is Aurora, it is better to keep a low profile-the emperor domain is the favored place of the blood of the dragon veins, it has the blessing of the heavenly city, don't just do it casually It is always bad to use the movement to cause misunderstanding."

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the sky. After passing through the etheric realm, Ye Qingxuan could see the distant city and the towering Great Wall shrouded in the sky.

I looked at Mr. Hu's serious expression again.

"Well, this is up to you." Ye Qingxuan sighed.

"Then I won't keep you, go."

Mr. Hu stepped back a few steps, Ye Qingxuan took the horse's rein, turned on the horse, and waved to Mr. Hu: "Then, let's say goodbye. I hope the road will not be too far."

"I wish you a good journey."

Mr. Hu waved his hand: "Don't waste time here. It will take two days to get to the country from here. After you find Bai Xi, I will take her out of here as soon as possible, and ignore the mess here. And... "

He said that, he paused for a while, as if he had thought of something embarrassing, he smiled embarrassedly, shook his head, "It's nothing, go and go!"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him blankly, and when he saw his smile, he also laughed, and ran away.

The figure watching Ye Qingxuan disappear at the end of the road.

Mr. Hu smiled, his eyes relieved.

"Goodbye."

He whispered softly, turned and walked into Tianmenguan.

Your time has come, Ye Qingxuan.

Presumably without me, you can wake up from the confusion, right?

You still have a chance to redeem your mistakes, surpassing me back then, and surpassing many people who regret it.

No matter what you encounter, I hope you can find Bai Xi.

And...

That was the last words Mr. Hu never said.

"——Wish to become a hero, don't give up."

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Two days later, the ground was shaken.

The sky is covered by black clouds, as if an iron curtain is slowly pressing down, and it is heavily covered by the gate of the sky in the shadow of the Great Wall. Countless movements and matrices emerge from the void, and the etheric fluctuations one after another, turning into bonds, tightly linking the distance between the sky and the earth.

Make heaven and earth overlap again, leaving only a small gap.

Tianmen is closed.

"...The gate of heaven is closed."

Above the horse, Bai Heng stared at the city that he had passed through an unknown number of times, but now he has to personally defeat him... For a while, his mood is a bit complicated.

"Patriarch of the grandson, follow the previous arrangement and leave it to you here."

He turned his horse's head and threw a tiger charm to the blue-eyed and purple-bearded Patriarch of the grandson. After yawning, he lost sight of the army and never saw him again.

Even if it was the Patriarch of the grandson, Bai Heng would just throw his military power to others in such a reassuring manner. He had no nostalgia, and he didn't even think about how to take it back.

In the sharp horn sound, the earth was turbulent, the iron cavalry swept, and thousands of horses pushed on the earth, like a gray-black iron blanket, covering the earth little by little.

The Patriarch of Longsun, dressed in white, rose into the sky, driving the projection of Jing Zhongyue, staring at the man standing alone above Tianmen Pass, slightly arching his hands:

"Mr. Hu, long time no see."

Before the two armies lined up, Mr. Hu sat on the female wall at the head of the city without demeanor. He didn't care about his own safety. He just raised his head lazily and glanced at him:

"Just say if you have something to say--you came to me, do you want to break the gate of heaven, or do you want to make things happen with me?"

Long Sun Jigui smiled indifferently, and didn't feel embarrassed because of losing face, but his eyes became solemn, and a low voice sounded from Mr. Hu's ears.

"Tell me, Mr. Hu...15 years ago, what happened to Tai Changqing and you?"

Even though he is doomed to get no answer, he still hopes in case.

"No comment."

Mr. Hu's eyes were indifferent, just tapping on the slender iron chisel on his knees, and the lingering sound of the steel had a chill, which made Changsun Jigui's eyes disappointed.

"Then, I will ask Mr. for advice."

Mr. Hu shook his head, "You are my predecessor. I haven't taught you anything. You can't be called Mr., so just call my name."

The eldest grandson Jigui was taken aback, and then fell silent.

Mr. Hu thought for a while, as if he understood something, he burst out laughing.

"For so many years after the teacher died, everyone called me Mr. Hu, but forgot my real name."

He patted his knees happily, shook his head and sighed: "Although it doesn't sound very good, but even the name is forgotten, I still feel a little annoyed.

And the bishop of that group of barbarians, what the **** do you think. Not only does it take people’s names as their last names, they also call people ‘Sun’. Although the pronunciation is similar, it's not the same thing at all... Forget it, forget it, just skip the part of the general name. "

He got up, flicked the dust on his hem, and the iron chime in his hand was spinning like a flute, bursting out a light and fine sound.

"I'm ready, how about you?"

He looked at Changsun Jigui, his eyes became contemptuous, "Are you the only one? I'm afraid it's not enough."

"..."

Jibei's smile stiffened.

So many years of demeanor and self-cultivation did not make him gloomy, but his eyes became angry, and there was a gloomy light in his blue eyes.

"Then, please Mr. Hu---learn it!"

Crash!

At that moment, the iron chi's whistle burst out, and the outline of the scorching sun emerged from behind Mr. Hu, sprinkling the tyrannical hot light, causing countless people to suddenly change their colors.

At this moment, on the outline of the scorching sun, every ray of light shed is an extremely slender etheric thread, and the thin threads woven from countless music theories carry incredible penetrating power, like The blade is so slender that it is imperceptible to penetrate.

In an instant, the earth before Tianmen Pass became turbulent, and the hard road that had been trampled by thousands of people over the years turned into fine dust, which was blown into the sky with a storm.

The sorrow and cold sound like a devil's cry came out from the middle of the moon in Huqin Well. The relatively fierce day, but like running water, diffused in all directions, and then, it rose into a hazy mist.

The unobservable fog permeated the ether sea. After blocking the burst of the scorching sun, countless interferences, like hammers, forged the ether, forming the outline of a monster.

To dominate the music theory of summoning and forbidden, what Jing Zhongyue controls is not Liu's ghosts and ghosts, but the other extreme of animal nature-the divinity formed by the blood of dragon veins.

In an instant, the mist dissipated, and the Hehetian Gate emerged from the etheric sea, and countless giant spirits walked out of the gate, dressed in iron clothes, born with three woods, holding a eucalyptus, stepping on the hurricane and thunder, and roaring upwards.

Since they emerged from the fog, they are not as violent as ordinary summons. Instead, they are strictly controlled by the discipline of the discipline. A hundred steps away, the giant spirits took off the iron bow behind them, and the sound of the bowstring squeezed one after another. It makes the scalp numb.

As far as I can see, the giant spirit Tianjun above the wind and thunder has occupied the sky~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, accompanied by the screaming of countless bee swarms, the bronze arrow engraved with countless notes is like a rainstorm. Generally spilled, covering the entire Tianmenguan.

This is the reason why the Patriarch of the Long Sun has the power of the military and mainly attacked Tianmen Pass.

The music theory that the Changsun family is responsible for in the heavenly city is the city defense and attack. What sleeps in the moon in the well is the countless thundering heavenly army painstakingly built by the Changsun family musicians of the past generations.

After hundreds of years of change, animal infusion, and discipline restraint, every giant spirit has the power of a giant war puppet.

Among them, one hundred thousand swords, fifty thousand bows, countless arrows... each one is extraordinary.

The only limitation is that the Changsun family is not good at mobilizing ether on a large scale.

If there is enough strength to support, even with him alone, it will be enough to conquer the gate of heaven!

Under the hurricane and thunder, there were countless arrows engraved with the theory of dragon strike music. Mr. Hu raised the iron chi in his hand, the outline of the scorching sun revolved, and endless flames burst out.

The sun.

The sun has come.

At this moment, the violent big sun truly appeared above the material world, emitting endless light and heat, making the sky crimson and the earth turning into scorched earth.

Within a hundred steps, everything completely evaporated and turned into dust under the tyrannical change of music theory.

Following Mr. Hu's actions, the layers of seals in the body were unwound, and the compressed and collapsed matrix stretched again, covering the body, like burn marks of iron, spreading into the face.

In the scorching sun, a huge phantom slowly emerged. It was a human-like silhouette, but it had the cruel and beastly nature that humans could never miracle. Bathed in the flames comparable to lava, the tyrannical ape stretched its body.

He cast contempt for the world from the scorching sun.

Immediately afterwards, together with Mr. Hu, raised his palms and smashed them towards the Hehe Tiangong!