The wind and sand rolled in from nowhere, and the bleak waning moon hung high, and deep in the dark sky, Crowley felt that something beyond his control was born.
It was green fluorescence, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
One pair, one pair, another pair...
A wolf comes from the darkness.
Hundreds of silver arcs of light lit up from the darkness. Huge giant wolves emerged from the darkness, silently, like nightmares arriving from unknown places.
Anyone who stares at them will feel a chill in their heart. Wolf Flute's scepter is fully unfolded, and each one of them is no less powerful than that silver wolf.
And it will only get stronger.
The wolf that had been following Wolf Flute was among them, just like a scout spying on the enemy. And in the frenzied melody that signaled the beginning of the hunt, a shrill and majestic wolf howl suddenly sounded from deep within the wolf pack.
That was the command given by the Wolf King.
—The hunt begins!
In an instant, the cold chill spread in all directions, and crisscrossing arcs of light roared in!
Crowley's contempt finally faded away, his expression became solemn, and he clenched his hands suddenly.
In the darkness, a hoarse scream suddenly broke out. The chaotic piano melody was like steel rubbing against each other, bursting out one after another from the dark sky, and solemn and hoarse chants sounded.
Above him, the Well of the Abyss suddenly opened.
The endless power drawn from the abyss instantly engulfed Crowley. Under the round and dark well of the abyss, Crowley was wearing the clothes of original sin, bathing in the darkness that had condensed into substance.
Behind him, the shadow of his true form slowly appeared.
It was a giant tree with a human face.
It is rooted in the rotten soil of the abyss, with hundreds of branches and fruits hanging on it, all of which are rotten fur and fresh organs. Baizhi holds those strange flesh and blood like hands, condensing different powers.
And right on the tree trunk, there was a strange pale face.
The left eye is dark, but the right eye is densely covered with strange compound eyes. The small pupils scan around irregularly. Wherever the eyes scan, everything becomes strangely translucent, revealing his bones and blood. Like skinned specimens.
It was nothing more than being looked at by those compound eyes, but the most threatening thing was the pitch-black left eye. An evil light shot out of his left eye, and just by being looked at, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was in a trance, and his sanity was almost taken away.
In the hoarse and solemn chants, the boiling sins in the abyss were summoned. The giant human-faced tree absorbed the dark will and appeared leafy, deformed and weird. Countless branches were like arms grabbing at those who were out of thin air. The silver wolf appears.
Wherever the dead branches passed, dark traces were left in the air, like the remnants of countless evil thoughts. Under the strong and malicious oppression, the melody of the Wolf Flute's Fateful Chapter was almost in chaos, unable to control itself.
It was like a strange and disturbing noise suddenly appeared in a light and jumping melody. In the solemn chanting, the fanatical dark will burst out one after another, impacting the foundation of the wolf flute and scepter like a sea wave, and also oppressing the erratic silver wolves.
The dark hymn written by the fallen musicians to praise the Hundred-Eyed One - "The Sins of Mortality", in the hoarse chant, is like coming before the holy drive of the Hundred-Eyed One.
Even if the Holy God is silent, the crazy will of the abyss will forcibly suppress all the melodies, making it difficult for them to play and collapse on their own.
Lang Di's body trembled, and his face suddenly turned pale.
The arcs of wolves flew through the air, flashing continuously from Crowley's side. However, under the true shadow of the giant human-faced tree, with hundreds of branches sweeping across, the jackals would lose control even if they were tainted with the darkness of sin. The ground is rotting, rapidly getting out of control, and rotting. Eventually, it was pierced by the roots of the tree and became the nourishment for the growth of the giant tree.
As the silver wolf was damaged, Wolf Flute's expression became increasingly ugly. Every time a silver wolf was broken, a crack opened in his Ney flute. They are all part of the realm of the scepter, and the death of Silver Wolf is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the scepter.
On the other hand, Crowley's Clothes of Original Sin opened the Well of the Abyss, which allowed him to receive an almost constant supply of supplies. Once he was infected by bestiality, he would cut off the damaged parts without hesitation, and then be reborn again, making him almost invincible.
He was competing with Wolf Flute, using his many years of attainments in the field of scepters to crush him.
Wolf Flute frowned, and the melody of the Flute of Ney in his hand became more and more sad.
Suddenly, the giant wolf headed by it suddenly expanded, gathering the power of all the staffs, as if it turned into mist, and rushed towards Crowley in an instant.
This time it didn't flash beside Crowley, but ran wildly, incredibly fast.
Along the way, all the withered branches swept across heavily. But the silver wolf was as misty as smoke and had no substance at all. It disintegrated the moment the tree branch swept over it, and then immediately recovered, like a ghost that was hard to touch.
In an instant, the silver wolf rushed towards the face, its sharp teeth like a shadow opened, and rushed towards the giant tree with a human face. It suddenly bit its face and tore it off completely.
The giant tree cried like a baby, its whole body was shaken, and it suffered fatal injuries.
But Crowley in the shadow suddenly showed a cruel smile.
Finally, I took the bait!
In an instant, the branches of the giant tree suddenly closed together, like a hug surrounded by thousands of hands, tightly hugging the silver wolf that had turned into reality. Then, from the broken face, a barrier emerged, gathering... The Silver Wolf, who had absorbed all the power of the Wolf Flute, was sealed in it.
In this short moment, Langdi's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
In the next moment, he could forcefully remove the power and call out the silver wolf again.
But, will Crowley give him this opportunity
the answer is…
Won't!
It was at that moment that Crowley smiled strangely, and controlled the viscous darkness that turned into substance to attack his face. The darkness turned into a giant hand and grabbed the head of Wolf Flute.
The power of the Clothes of Original Sin was sealed around him, blocking all his escape routes in an instant, and holding him in place, making it difficult to escape.
Wolf Flute's expression froze.
But then, the hand of darkness tore apart the illusion.
The air fluctuated, and the figure of Wolf Flute turned into fragments of light and disappeared without a trace.
And in the position of Wolf Flute, among the layers of blockades and murderous intentions, there was a young man with white hair. The young man closed his eyes and played the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant. When he noticed Crowley's dull expression, he raised his eyes and smiled slightly:
"Yes, it's me."
Only now did Crowley discover... Ye Qingxuan actually integrated the meaning of his music into the scepter of Wolf Flute, placing it on the waning moon in the sky!
Damn it!
When did they start synchronizing? !
Crowley almost began to doubt his own eyes: this guy is an official musician! How could a third-level musician be in tune with a scepter! They cooperated with each other so well that they were like one person, completely deceiving his eyes.
And, more importantly...
If he is here, where is the wolf whistle
At that moment, a loud roar suddenly sounded again.
Under the high-hanging waning moon, a ferocious and huge figure slowly walked out among the wolves.
The Wolf King appears!
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan could hardly believe his eyes: it was a dark-skinned boy with his upper body naked and scars all over his body!
Surrounded by a pack of wolves, he stood high on the throne of the Wolf Lord. His eyes were filled with the same green phosphorescent light as the pack of wolves, exuding the aura of blood and cruelty.
His face looked like that of a wolf flute, and the Ney flute turned into a wolf tooth, hanging around his neck. What is gathered in him is the unmitigated power of the scepter.
The cruel moon hung high above his head, looking down at Crowley, he grinned like a wolf.
It was at that moment that he roared, commanding the wolves, and came through the sky riding on the silver light.
The roaring sound was like the roar of wolves.
Oops!
In his astonishment, Crowley couldn't care less about Ye Qingxuan, who could be crushed to death with just a casual touch, and turned around, trying to block Wolf Flute.
But what's terrible now is that all the power of the Clothes of Original Sin is used to restrain Ye Qingxuan's body, and it is unable to provide him with any protection at all! Without the protection of the Clothes of Original Sin, at this moment he was... more vulnerable than ever before!
Wolf Flute's body lit up with a cold silver light.
Immediately afterwards, his strange figure turned out to be like a phantom beast, instantly jumping from the material world into the etheric world, and then jumping back from the etheric world.
In an instant, he was close at hand!
Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand!
Crowley screamed.
Under the torn hands of Wolf Flute, his chest was completely opened, and his internal organs instantly seemed to be torn apart by a pack of wolves, completely turning into a ball of rotten meat. Gut destruction!
Immediately afterwards, the bone-deep wolf poison followed the connection and invaded the abyss music theory in his body. It exploded from the inside out, and the music theory was destroyed among countless wolves biting him!
In an instant, the flesh and blood shattered and fell off, and Crowley turned into a tragic skeleton, completely cut off from the abyss. He opened his throat with difficulty and made a hoarse voice:
"wait… "
Snapped!
His head was completely shattered, his brains flew out, and the soul fire residing in his skull was completely extinguished.
Crowley, completely dead!
The Clothes of Original Sin lost its owner, the dark sky shook violently, shattered, and the endless darkness was swept away.
Wolf Flute staggered back, almost falling to the ground. The power of the scepter faded away, the wolves disappeared, and the appearance of the emaciated boy quickly changed and returned to his original appearance.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to support him and looked at him with complicated eyes: "What happened to that look just now? Are you a monster?"
"Hey, did you see it?"
Langdi smiled with difficulty: "That... is probably what I used to be like. Don't be afraid, I'm not a monster, I'm just a child raised by wild wolves. Mature men always have a dark history, so you can Don’t ask anymore.”
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and did not ask again.
Without the protection of the dark sky, the black musicians had to use their own destiny to resist Faust's power, and fell into decline in an instant. In the blink of an eye, two masters of the abyss were besieged to death.
The outcome is decided.
But Ye Qingxuan still looked after the wolf flute and looked around, but the uneasiness in his heart could not dissipate.
"Wolf Flute, did you really kill that Crowley guy?" he asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry, will I show mercy?"
Langdi curled his lips: "That guy is just a loser who was promoted with the help of a divine weapon. Without the blessing of the divine weapon, if he fell into my hands, he would definitely die without leaving even a trace of his spiritual mark. Don't worry, Even if their god wanted to resurrect him, he couldn't."
"But… "
Ye Qingxuan's lips opened and closed. Before he could finish speaking, he felt the hairs on his body standing on end. He couldn't help but pull the wolf flute and retreat quickly.
At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly rose from beneath his feet and merged into the body of a black musician.
Immediately afterwards, the black musician's power surged, and in an instant he withstood the destructive thunder and fire, stretched out his hand, and suddenly grasped the head of a master.
The five fingers were closed together, and the head was broken.
In an instant, the master from the Dragon Stone School died tragically in his hands. Immediately afterwards, all the power was drawn out and merged into the black musician's body.
Crowley's sharp laughter sounded, and he returned from the underworld again!
Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale, and he turned back to look at Langdi: "Didn't you say he was already dead?"
Wolf Flute was also stunned.
He was certain that Crowley would definitely die in his own hands. So, who was in front of him now
As if a substantial black mist enveloped the Abyss Master, Crowley's face slowly appeared, completely unscathed. When he stared at the wolf whistle, he couldn't help but smile.
"Mr. Langdi, I agree with what you just said."
He stared at the wolf flute with a strange smile: "The musician who condensed the scepter by himself is naturally different from the loser who was promoted to the scepter with the help of the artifact... Unfortunately, I am not the loser who was promoted to the scepter with the clothes of original sin."
"Wolf Flute..."
Ye Qingxuan's hands were shaking.
He stared at Crowley, as if he had seen through his disguise and glimpsed his true face, so his eyes were shocked, and he gritted his teeth and whispered: "He... is the Clothes of Original Sin!"
"That's right."
Crowley spread his arms, the Clothes of Original Sin trembled, and let out a thunderous laugh:
"—I am the scepter!"