The song came riding on the cold wind and disappeared in an instant, making Ye Qingxuan's heart tremble again.
The guy hanging on the tree in front of me was obviously one of the people sent by the House of Representatives. They must have been lively and energetic before they came in, and they would have no problem hunting down a dozen of them, but now they have turned into corpses for no apparent reason, hanging on the tree like a broken doll.
All the blood was drained and merged into the blood path below, leaving the body as dry as firewood.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the "firewood", and the "firewood" was also looking at him.
As he looked at it, sticky tears were left in his dry eyes.
"Save me, save me."
His jawless lips were buzzing, and he begged in a vague voice: "Save, no, kill, kill me..."
Still alive
Just when he made a sound, his shriveled corpse quickly swelled up, as if there were dozens of rats wandering around, biting at something, and it swelled more and more.
Until finally, something swallowed up the last bit of his flesh and blood and burst out of his belly!
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Ye Qingxuan quickly retreated, but his eyes still felt dark.
Then, he felt something rushing towards him.
He didn't have time to think about it, he raised his palm, and the void in front of him was smashed out - a compound note was played. In an instant, hundreds of notes were compressed and completed at the same moment, forming a movement that burst forward.
The melodies overlapped and turned into a hoarse whisper, solemnly announcing:
"-Don't turn the three realms into ashes!"
The darkness was torn apart by the violent electric light. The electric light shot forward like a torrent, and the high temperature swelled, swallowing up the thing and the body that rushed over.
In a hurry, Ye Qingxuan did not dare to hold back and used defense instead of attack. As soon as he made a move, he used the most powerful killing move in his hand - Eye of Indra.
After going through the sublimation ceremony, his power finally reached the minimum, and he no longer needed to consume blood to drive it. But even if you do this, you will feel exhausted.
The Eye of Indra is the best at destruction. Let alone a monster, even a third-level musician with defenses and shields on the opposite side can be disabled with one move.
Soon, the moonlight in Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up again, piercing the darkness.
The hanging body fell to the ground and turned into pieces. The strange thing that jumped out of its belly was rolling on the ground, and it was burnt to black.
Like a little child.
But its limbs were long and slender, and its charred face looked like a wild beast. It twitched and rolled on the ground, its charred body cracked, and something like dust floated out from it.
The dust blended into the wind.
Soon, it stopped moving and quickly petrified and collapsed, turning into powder on the ground. The powder quickly dissipated without a trace. Only a wreckage was left, and Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
Soon, he reacted. After thinking for a moment, he took out two coins from his pocket and threw them into the depths of the street with all his strength.
The coin rolled in the air and landed with a crisp sound.
Ding~
A thin sound sounded, and then, Ye Qingxuan saw clearly that the dust around the coin suddenly floated up out of the air, gathered in the same place, swam around like a living thing, and finally swallowed the coin.
Soon, the dust dissipated without a trace, and the coin lost its sparkle and corroded into scrap metal. Without reaching out and banging it, it collapsed into a few grains of iron sand and rolled into the darkness in the wind.
Ye Qingxuan was covered in cold sweat.
-Sure enough, this is a "black area".
The so-called black zone is actually the collective name for the dark world on the map. Just like the safe zone most suitable for human habitation - the white zone, the unstable zone - the yellow zone, and the dangerous zone - the red zone.
The black zone is a dead zone.
In fact, there are very few places that can truly be called black zones, even in the dark world.
In this area, the abnormal ether has mutated without any control or restraint. The entire environment has been eroded and transformed into an abnormal area without any common sense.
Any external sound trigger will lead to unpredictable reactions and consequences.
It's like coughing on a snowy mountain and causing an avalanche, or even worse than that. Because compared to human common sense, that is already another world.
Just like now...
According to Ye Qingxuan's guess, any external interference may cause the Shadow of Avalon to erode and assimilate it, that is to say... merge with it.
The person who was hung up just now was probably like this, arousing the darkness sleeping inside, and instantly fell into a miserable situation where he could not survive but could not die.
His companions did not dare to care about him and left him behind.
Ye Qingxuan was also frightened. Fortunately, the Eye of Indra didn't activate with all its strength just now. Otherwise, just the sound of thunder would have been enough for him to drink several pots, and his skin would have to peel off even if he died.
I'm afraid any movement here will have unpredictable consequences, right
However, even if there is no sound, it cannot be said to be absolutely safe. The flash of light that he just made has obviously attracted many... ghosts staying here.
Crack, crackle...
Amidst the tiny cracking sounds, something gradually emerged from behind the decaying wall and beneath the broken bricks. A thick, dark aura seeped out of it.
Under the pale moonlight, they attached themselves to various materials and transformed into various and uncertain images such as ape monsters, invisible ghosts, water demons, etc. They condensed into entities and surrounded them from all directions.
The red eyes looked at where Ye Qingxuan was, stunned for a moment, and then let out an angry roar.
Because there is nothing there.
Hearing the screams one after another behind him, Ye Qingxuan sped up.
He ran away, of course he ran away!
If you don't run away, are you going to wait for these guys to rush up and fight for 300 rounds like wasps that have stabbed their nest? This place has already become so full of ghosts, God knows what will happen after they get into a fight.
Life is short, don’t be hard on yourself.
It wasn't until he ran far enough that Ye Qingxuan stopped and panted tiredly, feeling that the Shadow of Avalon was too evil. He has now gone deep into the lower city. The deeper he goes, the slower the feeling between himself and the ether becomes. It's like a fish out of water, and the feeling becomes thinner and thinner, almost non-existent.
The foundation of musicians is being stripped away. If they are ordinary musicians, they are probably no different from ordinary people now...
"It's really terrible. I admire you if you can do something worse than this..." Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice, and suddenly realized something was wrong and raised his head.
On the dead tree above his head, there were pairs of red eyes looking at him. Those things had cold eyes, spread their black wings, and soared into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp noise came out.
What's more annoying than stirring up a hornet's nest
—Stabbed the crow's nest!
In an instant, on the dead trees, hundreds of birds of disaster flew up from the branches and surrounded Ye Qingxuan's head, like black clouds. The dark clouds made a sharp sound, like an alarm bell. ring.
The shrill shattering sounds sounded one after another, which was the demon attracted by the scream of the death bird. Amidst the bursts of neighing, dark springs surged, and monsters emerged from the dilapidated houses and wells, blocking the water surrounding the place.
Without any order, they rushed towards the stunned Ye Qingxuan.
At that moment, the young man smiled instead of being angry.
"You think you've got me, right?!"
He gritted his teeth, raised his cane, and followed my left and right hands in slow motion...
boom! ! ! !
A low and majestic horn sound suddenly erupted, and the ether waves quickly converged towards Ye Qingxuan - in this damn environment, he was still able to mobilize the ether!
So what if there is no induction
He doesn't rely on induction to play music in the first place!
From the very beginning, he never relied on the auxiliary interpretation method of the external environment. It was originally the music theory formed by Abraham combined with his experience in exploring the dark world. In terms of application, it is adaptable to any environment. is the strongest.
Regardless of whether it is a black area or a white area, as long as the essence of the ether has not changed, then he can use the interpretation method to deduce new playing methods and maintain the most basic combat effectiveness.
Now, the formulas that Ye Qingxuan memorized by rote, the records of more than 500 records of each note in the classical period, and the total number of ancient books that few people can sort out until now are finally showing their effect.
It is…
—Night on the barren mountain!
The high-pitched horn sound suddenly burst out, followed by a melody like a violent storm. The melody was like a devil singing in the fire. Countless witches and followers of the evil god were singing and dancing beside the bonfire, because the dawn was approaching, with the madness of the end of the road.
In an instant, the shadows of all the demons stopped in mid-air, unable to move.
Invisible ropes extend from the void, binding them layer by layer.
Immediately afterwards, the horn sound burst out of thin air again, bringing with it a vast aura like the scorching sun, condensing a real light.
This is the Shadow of Avalon. There is no sun here, but at this moment, in the dark lower city, a blazing light suddenly lights up.
That's firelight.
The fiery light of the stake.
collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!
Dark cast-iron crosses rose from the ground like a forest, and they had been burned until they were red with purple flames. The invisible force pulled the demons over and nailed them to the cross one by one, causing them to scream in agony.
Flames spurted out from the limbs, bones, mouth, nose and facial features!
The firelight dispelled the darkness, causing even the lower city of Shadow of Avalon to fall into silence for an instant. At this moment, there is only the light of punishment and the sound of the trumpet of sanctions.
In just half a minute, all the demons were burned to ashes, and the dark aura was permanently purified and disappeared without a trace. The crows in the air also fell one after another, fell into the embers, and were burned up.
This is the signature movement of the Inquisition in the past, the "Night on the Barren Mountain" that made countless demons tremble!
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan's vision went dark and his legs went weak.
Somewhat exhausted.
In an instant, he launched such a wide-ranging purification movement against hundreds of monsters. Although he had the bonus of Night on the Barren Mountain, Ye Qingxuan had only just scratched the surface of a third-level musician. Even with Laura's assistance, I couldn't help but feel a little exhausted.
He leaned against the wall, panting, staring fiercely at the shadow of the city in the distance, and made an offensive gesture!
"If you have the ability, you will suffer more... Damn it, brother, I was wrong! Don't do this!"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden roar in the distance, and frantic pressure erupted out of thin air. Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to slap himself, what a fucking crow!
But the frenzied pressure was getting stronger and stronger, to the point where all the bones in his body were about to break.
From a long distance away, he could feel a pair of dead eyes locked on him, and then, the horse neighed!
How does that sentence go... After the young ones were beaten, the old ones came.
He secretly complained in his heart, if he had known better, he would not have chosen such a powerful move. Unfortunately, he really had no other alternative, and there was no regret medicine in the world.
Then, the wall at the end of the street shattered.
The green bricks shattered into powder under the beating of the iron hoofs, and the stone powder flew into the air. It was ignited by the cold flames on the horses' hoofs and turned into flying sparks. The dancing sparks illuminated the dark giant horse.
The beheaded giant horse was surrounded by black energy, condensing into the shadows of various ferocious heads, neighing and roaring. Wherever it passed, all the demons were forced to the ground by the violent pressure, and their bones were shattered.
Just the mount is already so powerful.
On top of the war horse, the knight was covered in heavy armor, with only his hand holding the sword. In the darkness under the visor, there was a pair of silent pupils, filled with murderous intent.
“…”
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but cursed.
Ye Qingxuan clearly recognized that piece of armor—anyone who has read the Angelus historical illustrations should keep it in mind—it was a warrior with outstanding military exploits under King Arthur in the past. People remember the Knight of the Round Table who was finally beheaded by King Arthur himself!
"—Percival!"
He gritted his teeth and felt his body being pushed by an invisible force. He hit the wall behind him with a bang and was pressed into the wall, unable to move.
Just a look, just a look!
The war horses neighed.
Percival's headless horse was like riding the tide of darkness, riding on the thunder and coming with a roar. In the midst of the wind and lightning, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, the blade trembling and making a sharp reverberation.
Just the lingering sound cut off the music that Ye Qingxuan was still brewing - he had no power to fight back!
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and shouted in his heart: Laura, if you continue to watch the excitement, I will die!
No one responded.
He was stunned and looked up to see the dim moonlight: at some point, he had entered too deep.
"Is this the end?"
The next moment, Percival's steel visor was close at hand, and the sword blade was reflected in the pair of dead eyes. The sword blade was raised in his hand, cutting the moonlight in the sky.
Immediately afterwards…
cut!
The moonlight shattered and the boy's head flew high.
I will never die with my eyes in peace.