That's a tree.
A jaw-droppingly huge tree!
In the outflow layer, Ye Qingxuan couldn't even get a glimpse of its entirety. He could only deduce how terrifying a behemoth it really was through the shadow that covered the entire holy city beneath it.
The terrifying giant tree sprouted from the abyss, extended from the etheric realm, crossed the nine-layer etheric sea, came to the material realm in a purely musical way, and was rooted in the barrier of the holy city.
It's like being planted into the soil.
All the abyss music theory Ye Qingxuan saw were just its tentacles. Those complicated and scattered abyssal music theories are filled in the alchemical matrix of the outflow layer. They seem chaotic and scattered, but in fact they contain some kind of rhythm and rules.
The gray line of grass snakes and the veins lying thousands of miles away.
In this way, it continuously absorbs the power of the Holy City and breeds new seeds. Once the most critical one is touched, it will cause a terrible chain reaction, causing the chaos to dissipate and the giant tree to emerge.
Thousands of monsters growing in the vesicles withered along with the huge dark forest, and were drained by the giant trees, leaving not even a trace of ashes left.
It was conceived in advance, like an angry premature baby, opening its eyes with resentment.
Even so, it was beyond Ye Qingxuan's limit.
Even if they both belong to the abyss, the big demons dare not get so close to it. Instead, they avoid its branches in panic, fearing that it will suck them dry in anger.
Its appearance represents Ye Qingxuan's complete defeat.
The absolute gap in strength made the dust settle.
Everything has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.
Just seeing that shadow, all the creatures on the ground felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Teacher... what is that?"
On the ground, the young musician who originally hoped that Ye Qingxuan could reverse the crisis has sat down on the ground, with the huge tree shadow reflected in his eyes, full of despair.
Even his heart was twisted into a ball of fear.
Don't dare to look anymore.
"That is the Lords of Darkness, my child."
The old musician looked up at its existence and murmured feebly: "According to legend, the original masterpiece dedicated to the One Hundred Eyes by the Mother of Darkness - Black Branch Monty of the Abyss. It is the gatekeeper of the abyss, the turbid current rooted in the ethereal realm. Among them, it guards the territory for the Hundred-Eyed One. Among all the Dark Lords, it is the oldest. The golden age of mankind, which lasted only five hundred years, is simply not worth mentioning compared to it... "
The holy city trembled and roared.
The old musician smiled miserably and lowered his head, climbed up from the ground, looked down at the huge gaping hole in his chest, stretched out his hand, took out a metallic liver, and put it into the young man's hand.
The young man was stunned.
"This is the ether furnace of the inheritor, and all my music theory copies are in it." The palm with dried blood gently stroked the young man's black hair. The old man smiled: "Victor, from today on, the Wumen School will be handed over to you."
Victor looked at him blankly: "Teacher..."
"Run away, kid."
The old musician smiled, raised his head, and looked up at the huge shadow that enveloped the entire city.
He whispered softly.
"Run away, the further away the better..."
…
Legend has it that there once was a tree in Yunlou that could produce beautiful flowers.
Twice a year, when the flowering season arrives, countless pink petals float in the air and fall one after another.
The poet said that this is a kind of thrilling beauty.
But its beauty is built on the corpses of the dead, which is cruel and terrifying. It is said that the more corpses buried under the tree, the more beautiful the flowers will bloom.
Because that is the color left by the soul of the deceased.
This is just what a novelist says.
But now, Ye Qingxuan feels that maybe the legend is true.
Isn't the monster in front of me looking for more corpses
However, while it was still in the process of being conceived, it had been interrupted by itself and could no longer bloom.
"Is this premature birth?"
Ye Qingxuan chuckled, "I didn't expect that I would make such a big mistake. I'm really embarrassed."
The white moon moves hard and its light is dim.
Ye Qingxuan asked: "When we first met, I didn't expect to be greeted in such an unfriendly way. Isn't everyone in the abyss polite? This Lord Monty?"
What answered him were countless tightened branches. Under the pressure of the branches, the moon wheel cracked and almost completely collapsed.
One root after another penetrated hard, ruthlessly penetrating the chapter of fate.
It was only then that a twisted and huge face slowly emerged among the countless wriggling and intertwined tree roots.
It seemed human, but also something else.
"Is it you? No wonder."
The eyes of the abyss on his face peered into Ye Qingxuan's music theory, as if he was suddenly enlightened.
"Is your next sentence: Ye Qingxuan, I recognize you?" Ye Qingxuan blinked curiously: "Then do you think I am a talented person and want to recruit me?"
"Recruiting you? Hahahaha, interesting proposal!"
Just laughter made Ye Qingxuan's destiny chapter tremble and almost collapse, and the unshakable murderous intention spread.
Monty's root music theory cruelly pulled Ye Qingxuan's chapter of destiny, tearing the clock tower blessings into pieces one by one, just like tearing apart the poor wrapping paper on a cheap gift box.
No regrets.
"How dare I recruit you? Ye Qingxuan, you have already made Paganini crazy."
It smiled strangely: "Among the dark ministers now, at least four of them hate you to the core. Two of them have already suffered a big loss at your hands... Do you still think that as a human being, you will be merciful?" "
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and said quickly: "No! Please think about it again! You see, I am so young and talented. If I go to the abyss, I will definitely be a talent in the future!"
"Perhaps when other people come here, they will be merciful to you. Unfortunately, I am not a human being and have no love for talents. Your tricks are of no use to me. So... "
He paused and said indifferently: "It's better to kill a scourge like you as soon as possible."
collapse!
The last bell tower blessing suddenly shattered.
Ye Qingxuan's fictitious chapter of destiny collapsed on its own without even needing to destroy the tree surface, and returned to the category of the music of the heart. Even the "vacuum" that maintained the existence of his own consciousness could not be sustained.
Monty remained unmoved, and the roots cruelly tore at his music theory, one after another, cautiously and coldly, as if he was cutting off someone's fingers one by one.
Next came the limbs, and it also had to open the chest, dig out the heart, split the head, and burn the brain to ensure Ye Qingxuan's inevitable death.
There is no chance for him to counterattack at all!
"Hey, there's no need to be so vicious, right?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed with difficulty, and the transformed figure trembled and was about to disappear.
The internal structure of the heart music movement has begun to collapse under the pull of the roots. The millions of tiny roots are viciously entangled in it, pulling out the notes one by one, and cruelly cutting off the music theory.
It's like crushing a person from head to tail and burning him to ashes.
Leave no residue behind.
At that moment, a faint mist emerged from the outflow layer and intertwined into the faint outline of the door.
The weird and ethereal music theory actually penetrated the barrier of the outflow layer, from the outside in, treating the barrier as if it were nothing, and opened a passage in an understatement.
Just beyond the core of the Black Branch of the Abyss.
Something is coming!
Monty's tree face was stunned for a moment, and he turned around suddenly, only to see a burning light.
It was the magnificent brilliance bursting out from the burning chapter of destiny.
Even though it is as small as dust compared to the behemoths like the Lords of Darkness, this dust is like iron sand, burning angrily and bursting out with blazing light.
Until then, the roar that broke through the sky was like thunder, resounding throughout the Holy City.
Thunder is heard in the sky!
"Death to the devil!!!"
A hoarse and old voice sounded, and in the old man's body, the Chapter of Fate was stirring, and even his own body was ignited. Flames spurted from his mouth and nose, and his eyes blazed with blazing light.
Burning, he rushed towards Monty.
"Arrogant..."
Monty made a disdainful sound, his roots bent, and the abyss music burst out, suddenly crashing towards that point of light.
So the light was extinguished.
It's like crushing a firefly.
But at that moment, the roots of the black branches of the abyss were thrown away!
empty!
As the Chapter of Fate self-destructed, there was nothing inside, no one was there.
At that moment, the fog door opened again, and the figure passed through the layers of darkness and actually withstood the blow. He rushed towards Ye Qingxuan desperately, stretched out his hand, and carefully protected the broken moonlight. In arms.
Let the angry roots pierce into the body.
Burning blood dripped from his face and fell into his arms, with heat and pain.
The music theory of the abyss was like thorns, tearing at his body and causing his chapter of destiny to fall apart.
"Who are you?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He had never seen this severely injured old man before, nor did he expect that someone would be willing to burn the Chapter of Fate, willing to face an opponent like Abyss Black Branch, and bet on the one in ten thousand chance to save him. Own.
When the old man heard his voice, he smiled with difficulty and said nothing.
The smile was embarrassing and happy, as if he felt that he had done something great.
"Let's go..."
Amid the erosion of the roots of the abyss, he used his last strength to gently push the moonlight forward.
In his body, the Chapter of Fate completely fell apart, but the remaining trace of power finally opened a small earth fog gate in the outflow layer.
A gap leading to the outside world.
Let's go.
move.
The old musician smiled and allowed the branches of the abyss to sprout from his body and pierce out of his facial features, but his eyes were extremely happy and satisfied.
Very good, this is very good.
After spending this mediocre life, I don't have the courage to be a hero, but at least my dying body can leave the seeds of heroes for this world.
Snapped!
His smile faltered.
A sharp branch suddenly stabbed out from his chest, penetrated his lungs and heart, extended forward, and the branches grew, tightly entangled with the moonlight in front of the fog door, blocking it in place.
Even if it is only a few centimeters away from the fog gate.
a step far.
After crushing the fog door indifferently, Monty looked at him coldly:
"You think you can save him?"
Blood foam poured back from his broken lungs and poured out of his mouth. The old musician looked regretfully at the dissipating fog gate and lowered his head.
"I just...want to give it a try...It's a pity..."
The old musician sighed angrily and laughed at himself: "At least... I died a decent death..."
He said, "I'm sorry."
In the distance, as the young man screamed in pain, the roots of the abyss completely tore the old musician apart, leaving not a single bone.
Blood rained.
Falling on the white moon.
Ye Qingxuan fell silent, staring sadly at the last place where the old musician was.
Before he died, the old musician said to himself, I'm sorry.
Sorry, I can't save you.
But the one who should say sorry is myself.
He lowered his head in shame.
But on the ground, the young man holding the teacher's last relic did not leave. He ran in the abyss of the city, crying, screaming with all his strength, and rushing up to the sky without caring about his own life, crashing into the abyss. That dark shadow covering the sky.
I want to avenge my teacher.
Monty's face was expressionless, and a tentacle swept out.
The young man was broken.
Only the metal viscera originally held in his hand fell from the air, and the last inheritance of the Wumen School was shattered into pieces on the steel earth.
The desperate and angry echo echoed in the silent city.
It woke up those eyes that couldn't bear to look.
In the dead city, the silent musicians clenched their fists.
"God, please have mercy on me."
Someone whispered a final prayer.
"Please show me where heaven is."
Immediately afterwards, a blazing light suddenly lit up from his body in this dark and silent city.
In the darkness, like the morning star rising.
He flew from the earth to the sky, the music of his heart beating loudly. He was like the young man just now, overestimating his own abilities and arrogantly sending out bars at the enemy.
Rush towards the impossible enemy.
Then came the second, third...
In this dead city, among the blood and dead people, some people stood up, gripped their swords and weapons, and continued to rise.
Like moths flying into a flame, they bumped into the shadows of the trees in the abyss one after another.
They overestimated their capabilities and provoked the behemoth in front of them, and then were torn apart lightly, leaving behind burning blood, which scattered in the city, bringing a brief and small dim light.
God, I commit my soul to you, have mercy on me.
Please show me where heaven is.
Then, just like that, he went to death.
Ye Qingxuan looked away and couldn't bear to look anymore.
"Is this your rescuer?"
Monty looked at him in confusion, couldn't help but laugh, and shook his head mockingly: "I was so frightened by what Paganini and the others said, I thought you had some tricks to make a comeback."
"Actually, he didn't have to come to save me."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and murmured softly: "Otherwise, he wouldn't have died so... worthless..."
"It seems that my expectations of you are too high."
Monty shook his head, and the huge tree shook suddenly. Roots that were several times more than before stretched out from the shadow and penetrated into the Holy City barrier, completely turning this giant tree into the soil where he lived.
"Do you know?"
Monty suddenly heard Ye Qingxuan's voice: "Among the "Temple", my favorite is the Book of Matthew, Chapter 3."