Silent Crown: The 599th Ambush of Vulgarity
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Boom!
During the loud noise, the rain curtain was cut to pieces by the sharp air current, and countless rain and fog rose into the air, flying in all directions.
The huge armor burst in front of Ye Qingxuan and fell apart.
Countless iron flakes flew and were deeply wedged into the rock. There were many fragments whizzing towards Ye Qingxuan, but when he approached Ye Qingxuan's body, there was a faint black air from his robe. Soaring, gently around, the kinetic energy of the fragments disappeared without a trace, dissipated into iron sand under the gloomy fog, melted into the heavy rain, and fell to the ground.
In the end, those iron sands had piled up into a straight line under Ye Qingxuan's feet, and the torrents of red and metallic luminescence were smeared by the torrential rain.
There are twisted steel wrecks everywhere.
The rain fell on the wreckage, like grease sprinkled on the red iron block, and the red flame ignited from it and spread along the water to the ground.
The shape of flame is given to the quality of water, and under the power of nature interference, the rules of the material world have been distorted under the gravitational force of music theory.
The rainstorm turned into a weapon.
It's like the iron sand in Nigel's hands, even if there is only one, under the guidance of the changing formula, it can still exert a terrible effect.
It's just that the formula of change has become a nature interference.
Where the moon shines, all rainwater has turned into Ye Qingxuan's sharp blade. You don't even need to move, as long as you stand in place, the rainstorm containing nature interference will seep into the power armor.
Immediately afterwards, the ladder came across, and the intricate lines of moonlight thought connected to the alchemy matrix, and the theory of music eroded.
Outflow layer, cambium, activity layer, creation layer.
The structure between the four layers was completely disrupted. The circuits of countless matrices were combined in disorder, the circulation was overloaded, the cooling system collapsed, and finally, the ether furnace among the layers of protection exploded.
In just a few seconds, the power armor that is being overloaded will turn into a molten steel melting furnace.
Let go of the garment of original sin. When facing opponents below the master level, Ye Qingxuan can ignore the number, go all out and focus on the offense. The Nine Heavens Ring Pei is a rare weapon in Ye Qingxuan's advancement to weave dreams. After that, the core music theory was re-emerged again, and the tone became clearer and clearer.
The strands of dragons lingering in the heavy rain for a long time, slowly dissipating.
The last blocker fell apart.
But Ye Qingxuan did not see joy, but frowned.
Although the fighting time between the two sides is short, there are no more than five minutes, enough for other places to send reinforcements, or for the strong inside to respond, and this is not only the summer palace, but also the scene of the Queen’s coronation ceremony. The guard will definitely not relax.
But now, the manor is still dead.
Only the dim light in the crystal leaped, and across the heavy rain curtain, the dim light experienced a refraction and a strange green, the whole solemn silence was hairy.
Ye Qingxuan stepped into it.
I walked all the way, but I didn't see any living people.
People are dead.
On the periphery of the manor, whether it is the attendants of the observant, the waiter of the manor, or the mighty and solemn guard of honor, all have fallen into the rain at this moment.
There are no wounds on his whole body, the naked skin is pale, and the skin is dry, it looks like poor-quality paper, it has been swollen to the eye after being full of rain.
A typical black musician's method of killing.
With the nightmare formed by the theory of the abyss, they can easily absorb the lives of mortals, as simple as taking a straw to drink.
The deeper you go, the more dead bodies will be.
In the quiet palace, there was only Ye Qingxuan's footsteps alone, and everyone fell to the ground with a sweet smile on their lips, as if they were immersed in a dream.
Only the wonderful fragrance in the air is getting stronger.
The smell of blood.
Vaguely, there are singing voices.
"Please tell Aunt Luo Di... Please tell Aunt Luo Di... Please tell Aunt Luo Di..."
The faint singing voice whispered in his ear: "Old Grey Goose has passed away."
Ye Qingxuan turned around suddenly.
Behind him, there is nothing.
Only the voice of a girl laughing and lingering in my ears:
"She died in the mill pond... she died in the mill pond... she died in the mill pond... just in front of her..."
It's Mary.
Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the last door.
At that moment, he almost suffocated.
In a trance, as if the scarlet wind was blowing from the cruel execution ground behind the door.
Everyone is dead.
Torn apart.
On the wall, on the crystal lamp, on the floor, even the somewhat blue-colored skeleton is still sitting in its place, with a solemn posture, but the flesh and blood and internal organs are like clothes shed from the upper layer of the skeleton, like It's like flowers blooming.
Weird flowers of flesh and blood are blooming in every corner.
It’s like a surgeon uses exquisite and cruel dissection techniques to disassemble everyone’s bodies, then remove the decayed and corrupted internal organs, correct the deformed organs, and then leave the most perfect part. Down, the dirty flesh and blood showed a different kind of beauty.
The crimson color is everywhere.
Blood drips from the corpse like a stream, and falls on the red carpet under your feet, making the red carpet more vivid, like red mold parasitizing on the floor, stepping on it, like sinking into the mud, bringing Uncomfortable sticky touch.
Ye Qingxuan walked forward in silence, looking around.
His face is expressionless.
He came late.
In the silence, his footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped in place.
When he lowered his head, he saw that his ankle was held by one hand. On the ground, the corpse with its face lifted up, and the facial muscles stretched, seemingly aroused. Fuzzy smile.
However, behind the layers of muscle bundles, strands of black mist penetrated out.
In an instant, there seemed to be hundreds of fountains in the hall.
All the corpses gushed out a large amount of black mist, which filled everything in an instant. The black mist engulfed all the light and brought a disgusting breath of the abyss.
Night mist.
And in the nightmare mist that was arranged without knowing how many black musicians had gathered, one after another huge etheric fluctuations suddenly emerged.
Countless music theories are intertwined out of thin air and gathered in one place. It is the power from the same source, inheriting the movement of the dark Lord’s will. At this moment, with their resonance, the nightmare mist has further evolved and turned into a hell. .
In other words, Ye Qingxuan at this moment has fallen into a blockade that is close to the scepter domain. And in the nightmare mist, a faint shadow appeared, and everyone's body carried etheric fluctuations that were as powerful as dark stars.
The big devil...
Everyone is the final form formed by the black musician after the abyss transformation. He has been given the pseudo-scepter of the abyss element, the great demon who shepherds the people for the hundred eyes!
During the blockade, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, there are so many people."
He looked around and sighed softly: "Sixteen great demons? Although your strength has skyrocketed after experiencing the gift of the abyss, but if you gather so much, it will also take the whole of Anglu's black It’s not easy...
Fortunately for the Lord of Darkness to look up to it, it is a blessing to gather the power of the entire Anglo black musician to deal with me. "
Boom!
The moon wheel above Ye Qingxuan's head was turbulent under the erosion of the nightmare mist.
In the element domain of the Scepter of Hell, Ye Qingxuan has been completely isolated from the etheric realm-his resonance with the Moon of Silence has been cut off.
His face changed slightly.
The Lord of Darkness has indeed pinpointed his greatest weakness.
What he is best at has always been relying on the ladder, taking advantage of the situation, and defensive counterattack.
From a commercial point of view, he is an out-and-out speculator. After identifying his weaknesses, he uses Nine Heavens Rings and leverages to leverage massive amounts of funds that are dozens of times more than his own capital. Under the attack, the enemy will be completely defeated, and the loopholes will be filled with profits and high interest.
In contrast, the usual industrialist-type musicians are often difficult to resist under the impact of external funds, but speculators like him also have fatal weaknesses.
In addition to being difficult to last and requiring cumbersome and sophisticated skills, he is too dependent on the ‘market’ of the ‘Ethere Realm’.
Once the external environment is stripped and the actual assets and liabilities begin to be counted, Ye Qingxuan can only get his own assets-although he is still of high quality in this respect, it is incomparable to the original scale, even Will be restrained and unable to launch an offensive.
Now, even if it weren't for the Nine Heavens Ring Pei, he can't even sense the Ethereal Sea now.
In a closed city at the same time, it is confronted with 16 companies whose assets are several times more than their own? No matter how stupid a businessman is, he would never do such a thing. What's more, the officials in this environment are not kind to themselves...
Ye Qingxuan sighed, rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and asked:
"Who can tell me where did Mary go?"
No one responded.
The famous name of "Hand of God" is in the forefront, and there are even countless lessons learned in the past. I don't know how many black musicians have a tragic end to prove: If you talk to this guy, will you end up?
What's more, this guy is now the Grand Judge of the Inquisition. The conflict between the two camps is doomed to life and death.
From the unknown black musicians to the big demons on the Megatron side, the people present are not fools, and they never dare to underestimate Ye Qingxuan. What's more, the dark lord’s order comes first, and it’s even more of a moment. No one intends to communicate.
Even after Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, everyone invariably resonated in one place. The ‘Hellland’ where the sixteen etheric fluctuations were intertwined with each other was turbulent, evolving into a round of jet-black scorching sun.
The terrifying pressure of countless music theories intertwined and evolves under the dark and scorching sun. It must directly act on Ye Qingxuan's chapter of fate and lock all his ability to resist. Overwhelming all music theory with sheer force, not giving him any opportunity to use strength~IndoMTL.com~Ye Qingxuan stayed still.
On the clothes of original sin, countless notes flashed by, and the realm of Seiya appeared out of thin air, covering the whole body, firmly resisting the pressure of the scepter of hell.
Under the suppression of the dark day, the invisible barrier also showed faint ripples, and it would not last long to see it.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing, stretched out his hand, and fumbled out a pack of unopened cigarettes from his pocket. A few fingers skillfully opened the package, held it up, tilted his head to light it, took a deep breath, and spit it out. After the dissipated smoke, he took off the cigarette and slowly raised his head.
"You all know that I am the Grand Judge of the Religious Inquisition, right?"
No one responded, but in the nightmare mist, those etheric fluctuations became more and more violent.
The dark sun suddenly fell three inches!
Countless abyssal music theories are intertwined, turbulently distorting the material world, forming a vague black flame.
A sharp noise sounded, and countless cracks emerged from Seiya's barrier.
The crash is imminent.
"It seems that you know?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded clearly: "Then why do you think...I will put so many thugs to use it, and come to fight with you alone?"
Before the voice fell, there was a loud roar.
From the sky.
Countless thunders suddenly exploded in the heavy rain.
The electric light danced like a mad snake, flooding the space between heaven and earth.
The hurricane is like a torrent, emerging from behind the clouds, cutting through the iron black clouds and the sky, and even briefly tore up the mist covering the sky of Anglo, revealing a narrow sky.
The stars are like the sea.
And among the stars like the sea, there are huge things bursting out of the clouds, and they uttered a violent roar toward the earth.
——The nomadic mountain!
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