Astonishing ether fluctuations suddenly burst out.
Among the two sacrifices, one person played the war drum, and the sound of the drum was desolate. In the desolate drum sound, the quagmire boiled, and six huge heads slowly rose from the quagmire.
The six-headed giant snake was more than ten meters tall, with dark green scales all over its body, exuding the chill of frost, and suddenly pounced in the direction of Samuel.
Then another musician blew the horn. The sound of the horn was deafening, as if it contained the condensed fighting spirit and the will to kill. With the help of the horn sound, the speed and strength of the clay warriors suddenly increased again, and they attacked the musician's camp like crazy.
At the same time, the sound of the trumpet, which contained telepathic music theory, continuously eroded the musicians' will to fight, amplified their fear and trembling hundreds of times, leaving them at a loss and in disarray.
In just an instant, dozens of people were chopped into pieces by legion soldiers, leaving no bones left.
No one expected that there would be musicians accompanying the army in the Clay Doll Army, and they were all the type who were good at large-scale assistance. One ebbs and another ebbs and flows, and the Saint's body once again gains the upper hand.
It held the scepter high, and the cracked scepter radiated endless light. Under the suppression of the scepter field and the impact of each other's music theory, the cave of annihilation swallowed by the dullness has shrunk to one-half of its original size. The music theory structure is gradually collapsing, and I am afraid it will not be able to support it for long.
On the other hand, its head was chewing gold, singing hoarsely, and thunder and lightning constantly burst out from the dark eye holes, jumping among the crowd. The blazing light will completely vaporize an enemy every time it flickers.
Moreover, the lightning seemed to have a special sense and was specifically targeted at those musicians who were judged to be a special threat. In just a few seconds, six musicians were engulfed by lightning.
Only two people survived by chance. One of them flickered like a bubble, dying and resurrecting without any damage. He obviously had a special self-defense movement.
The other person was a bit more miserable. The whole person crawled out of the charred body as if he was shedding his skin. His flesh and blood were blurred, and he soon recovered completely under the treatment of the chant.
Those two people were obviously well-known, and they had many life-saving treasures in their hands, and their instruments were not ordinary. No longer hiding his strength, he used all his strength to withstand the tremendous pressure and saved many people.
In the hands of the saint's body, the head slowly twisted and locked onto the figures of the two people. Lightning was brewing in the eye holes, ready to go. But at this moment, a bright light flew from the side.
Snapped!
An electric chain that spanned hundreds of meters hit the head's face. The high temperature that could turn an ordinary person into ashes did not cause any damage to the head.
For it, this level of thunder and lightning is more of a "humiliation" than an attack. It was like when he was being careless, someone rushed up and slapped him loudly.
The thunderous eye hole suddenly raised, staring into the distance, and locked onto a figure in the crowd.
There, the boy holding the cane excitedly waved to the head, meaning:
"—Hey, look here!"
At that moment, the moonlight strands extended from the wound on his fingertips, and thousands of strands came with the wind. The moonlight between illusion and reality gently entangled the saint's remains.
Immediately afterwards, the image of the invisible river emerged from Ye Qingxuan's heart, roared along the moonlight lead, and invaded the consciousness of the corpse pervasively.
If it still has such a thing as "consciousness".
Logically speaking, even if a saint incarnates into a miracle, it is impossible for his consciousness to remain in his body after death. At most, his consciousness is placed on the ether, sublimated into the Holy Spirit, and sent to the holy city for worship.
The corpse of an ordinary person may rot and become weathered in two or three years, but the corpse of a saint is different. Because it has been transformed by the Chapter of Fate, it can last for thousands of years. There is also hidden in it the former power of the saint, which is a rare treasure, such as Ye Qingxuan's Eye of Indra.
What's more, this complete saint's body has obviously been transformed by an alchemist and is connected to the music theory matrix of the entire underground palace. It can even awaken the long-dead scepter.
Therefore, Ye Qingxuan suspected: There must be something left in this body!
…
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt himself thrown into the light.
The endless brilliant light engulfed his senses and almost burned him to death - it was like suddenly coming into the scorching sun, and all the conspiracy and sneakiness were invisible in the light.
—Chapter of Fate!
Ye Qingxuan only felt that his vision went dark, and he was almost evaporated in an instant. Fortunately, the existence of the "invisible river" is extremely small, between existence and non-existence, and it was not burned up in an instant.
He did not expect that what was filling the remains at this moment was the spirituality of the "Chapter of Fate". The music that sung the great glory of the Romulus Empire was as spiritual as the scorching sun, majestic and domineering, shining in all directions.
What surprised him even more was that the Romulus people actually engraved the saint's destiny chapter on the saint's body, and made his body into a puppet through alchemy.
This explains why a dead person can possess the musician's scepter and the calling field. It is originally an extremely powerful alchemical equipment!
It's just made from the remains of saints.
Musicians often say: Excellent music has a soul, and spirituality is the soul of the music. But to replace the soul of a person with the soul of a piece of music... would be too weird.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to vomit blood: What kind of evil research did those Romulus people do? Didn’t we agree to respect the dead, lay them in their graves, and enshrine family fires and ancestors’ spirits
Now let alone the saint's consciousness, just the incomplete afterglow of the Chapter of Fate has almost exceeded his limit!
He shook and controlled the invisible river that had shrunk to the extreme, reducing the speed of evaporation of consciousness, and only felt a dimness in front of his eyes. Soon, in the river between existence and non-being, a soft moonlight lit up...
"Since it's a piece of music, it can be 'interpreted', right?"
In an instant, he controlled the moonlight to merge into the scorching sun-like brilliance, and began to interpret the music theory in its chapter of destiny with all his strength. Soon, two lines of nosebleeds flowed from his nostrils, and the intense consumption made him feel like he was overdrawn.
Not caring about anything else, he took out a bottle of potion from his arms and drank it, desperately maintaining the connection between himself and the saint's body.
His research on the school of mental imagery is not as profound as that of Forbidden City. If he wants to interpret the music in other people's consciousness, the difficulty will rise several levels. You can only go all out and don't even have time to pay attention to things outside yourself.
Although he was not aware of Ye Qingxuan's threat to him, the saint's remains could clearly feel the connection between them. This kind of behavior involving the integrity of his own musical structure was obviously set as a warning matter. Soon, its head locked onto Ye Qingxuan again, its eyes burst out with blazing lightning, and in an instant, it rushed toward his face.
At the last moment, a white lion jumped out from beside Ye Qingxuan, swallowing the thunder and lightning, and its iron-like body was burned red and almost melted.
After the Steel White Lion, Barlow wiped his cold sweat and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Are you in a daze in a place like this? You don't want your life!"
"Don't worry so much, help me block it!"
Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to wipe the nosebleed. He just gritted his teeth, held the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant tightly, and devoted all his energy to interpreting the Chapter of Fate.
"—It will be ready immediately!"
…
immediately
No one knows how long an instant lasts. Amidst the changes in thinking and consciousness, the "moment" becomes so long.
Ye Qingxuan transformed his consciousness into moonlight and integrated it into the spirituality of the music. He tried his best to interpret its structure, but when he realized what kind of behemoth it was, he felt his own insignificance.
Although I don’t know what the real name of this pastoral-like chapter of destiny is, there is no doubt that it involves at least the music theories of the four schools of change, chant, summons, and prohibition.
The music theory composed of countless intertwined notes transformed into a giant thing like the scorching sun.
Although it has gradually become dim and incomplete with the passage of time, it is still beyond the range that Ye Qingxuan can solve. Just observing is exhausting.
Compared with the huge music theory system in Chapter of Destiny, the current Ye Qingxuan is not even a piece of dust, let alone using a thousand pounds to leverage his strength.
In the dark space of consciousness, the spirituality of the movement hangs high like a sun disk, shining with endless light, just like the glory and greatness of Romulus.
As the realm of the scepter changes, the scorching sun rotates, transforming into layers of flames, and the music theory intertwines and rubs, bursting out a magnificent movement. Although it cannot operate at full capacity due to its incompleteness, it still firmly suppresses the counterattack of the musicians and maintains the integrity of the realm.
etc…
For an instant, a ridiculous idea flashed through Ye Qingxuan's mind. Soon, he made up his mind and slowly closed his fingers as if they were clenching something invisible.
collapse!
A low and faint bell spread, and the long-lasting bell was hidden in the chaos and fleeting.
And in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the moonlight was blazing!
—Xiaoyuan, turn on!
It was like breaking free from the shackles of the body in an instant and gaining unparalleled freedom. Ye Qingxuan felt that he was closer and closer to the ether than ever before, and his power was also increasing endlessly.
He experienced resonance-level power for the first time in the red zone, but he did not expect that it could surge to such an extent... Xiao Yuan also played a role in fueling the flames.
The higher the density of ether, the greater its own power and the increase it can provide.
Although it was only a short fifteen minutes, it was enough.
In the consciousness space, Ye Qingxuan smiled, transformed into moonlight, and flew into the scorching sun like a moth into a flame!