"Um?"
Hearing his voice, it was clear that the entire barrier had been occupied, but Monty felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"What this chapter describes is that God's messengers descended on the earth to preach God's wrath to the unjust people." Ye Qingxuan said seriously, "I liked this chapter when I was young because it told me : There is fairness and retribution in the world. Maybe one day God’s messenger will come to measure sins and the value of everything can be assessed. Even if I can’t see that day.”
"Mortals worship phantoms and imagine that phantoms can save themselves."
Monty sneered: "But there is only one God in this world, and that is my God!"
"Then... how about I do a trick for you?"
In the white moon, Ye Qingxuan looked at him.
The mutilated and dim figure suddenly raised his palm, which was empty. The rags transformed from the music theory of the Clothes of Original Sin covered the palms of his hands.
Monty frowned and looked at him, wondering what was causing his madness.
But Ye Qingxuan just smiled, stretched out his hand, and pulled apart the rag covering his palm, and an eyeball appeared in his empty hand.
Create something out of nothing.
What a nice trick.
If it were in a theater, it would definitely win warm applause.
But Monty's expression suddenly froze.
It was like seeing the Hundred-Eyed One taking off its clothes in front of him, posing, and dancing on a pole with its body.
In the silence, the eyeball collapsed.
Countless brilliant notes flow out of it, transforming music theory and constructing movements.
In the end, they gathered into a small clock, suspended in Ye Qingxuan's hand, emitting a faint light like the morning sun.
Under the illumination of the light, Ye Qingxuan's blurred face seemed to become clearer, his face was pale, and his dark eyes were ignited by the light.
“—The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand, you should repent!”
Ye Qingxuan held up the bell in his palm and whispered softly.
There seemed to be burning iron and fire hidden deep in his pupils, colliding with each other, bursting out thunder and light.
He used all his strength to roar at the monster in front of him and asked, "You kind of poisonous snakes, who instructs you to escape the wrath to come?!"
The sound is like thunder.
“But you must bear fruit in keeping with repentance.”
That hoarse voice resounded throughout the Holy City, as if in everyone's ears, like an iron rod, hitting every piece of steel ground and walls, making them buzz, tremble, and involuntarily.
Until the end, the whole city seemed to tremble at the announcement of the hoarse voice, as if it was cheering and roaring in response to the announcement of the chanting voice:
“—Prepare the way of God, make His paths straight!”
collapse!
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the small clock was rung, giving off a crisp sound.
The light blooms!
In this dark space, for the first time, such pure and warm light was welcomed.
It was as if the rays of the scorching sun had cut a slit into the lead-black iron clouds, casting a ray of light that illuminated this dark world where one couldn't even see anything.
It also illuminated the iron light that crisscrossed the city and enveloped countless clock towers.
"This is… "
Monty's eyes widened, and his eyes were as sharp as ever.
Those are countless strings flying in the sky.
They didn't know when they appeared in the sky, criss-crossing and covering the holy city. Each string spanned a distance of thousands of meters. When they intertwined with each other, they trembled slightly and burst out with a silent dragon roar. .
Thousands, tens of thousands... No one knows how many strings there are across the Holy City.
They extend from the silent central temple, connect and connect with each other, forming a huge network. It looks like a mess, but among the countless disturbing and weak fluctuations, they all follow the guidance of music theory, with clear layers and complex structures. , tightly attached to the only main axis. He guided Le Li around the messy barrier, and finally extended to the end of the net.
Bell tower!
Every string is connected to a silent bell tower.
Thousands of strings are equal to tens of thousands of bell towers.
At this moment, all the silent bell towers in the Holy City are connected by the Nine Heavens Ring, connected to the same place.
Just now, due to the delay of Ye Qingxuan and those who died in the war, this huge project was finally completed!
But now, the music theory of the ladder is running in the Jiuxiao Huanpei, across the seven systems, breaking through all the obstacles, and finally, all the music theory is gathered in the hands of Ye Qingxuan.
Final authority.
That was the key given to him by Albert, the last glimmer of hope to regain the barrier.
And as Ye Qingxuan's bell was rung, countless music theories suddenly moved, the ladder to the sky trembled, and the thousands of strings on the Nine Sky Ring seemed to be plucked by invisible hands at the same time, bursting out a long dragon's chant.
And among the dragon's roar, there were countless deafening roars!
The earth shook violently!
Those countless bell towers were rang loudly!
Dust rose from the ground and flew into the sky, dancing like angry souls.
The entire holy city was shaking because of the thousands of overlapping high-pitched bells!
They shook off the rust and dust. Under the command of the final authority, in less than a snap of a finger, they all started. The pivots twisted, the gears rolled, and the levers pulled the chains and counterweights. In the end, thousands of them weighed several tons. The heavy bell vibrated.
Bring out the roar and roar of this city!
As a result, the heaven and earth trembled!
…
…
"He succeeded! He actually succeeded!"
In the wheelchair in the central chapel, Albert, who was hanging a medicine bottle, screamed in surprise, danced with joy, and almost shed tears. He roared at the operating musicians in front of him:
"Move! Let this dead city rise! Don't let their sacrifices be in vain!" He waved his palms, ignoring the bursting of the sores, and shouted fervently:
“Go and prepare the way of God, make His paths straight!”
As a result, above the ether pool, the steel dome suddenly split, and countless mechanisms hidden on the top of the dome were running wildly, and sparks burst out.
As early as the beginning of the construction of the Holy City, the buried steel structure was activated. After decades of effort, the giant pipe organ created by the combined efforts of all countries was slowly lowered.
The dome of the central temple shattered, and more than 60,000 organ pipes extended from it, piercing the sky.
Sixteen layers of keys and thousands of sound stops popped out of the wall. Dozens of cables as thick as an average person's waist were connected to the central concert instrument, and the pedals flipped out from the floor.
With the fiery roar, the chime box was put into place, and the 60,000 engine wire tubes were rerouted and connected to the core to provide power for this unprecedentedly huge instrument.
Finally, the silver light boiled in the ether pool, transforming into a raised throne, holding Ye Qingxuan's sleeping body into the core.
Everything is in place.
"God, please protect me."
In the silence, Albert closed his eyes and prayed.
"—The Holy City is immortal!"
The next moment, the organ burst out with a high-pitched roar that ripped through everything. Countless organ pipes spewed out pale mist, like the roar of angry souls.
Thousands of bell towers trembled, and magnificent sound waves spread in all directions.
The boiling sea of ether calmed down under this unprecedented power, and followed the guidance of the melody tamely and obediently.
Everyone in the world saw it, a white moon rising from the burning tree, rising into the sky, shining through the layers of darkness, and spreading endless moonlight like an ocean.
The moon is in the sky.
I'm here.
…
…
The final authority in Ye Qingxuan's hands burst out.
At that moment, the black branches of the abyss covering the entire Holy City began to move.
In the core of the black branch of the abyss, the broken moon wheel healed again, glowing with infinite light. In the sacred and huge bell, the tentacles of countless black branches suddenly exploded.
On the huge shadow that covered the entire sky, countless branches danced angrily and stretched towards the material world, but loud noises burst out from its body one after another.
Every time there was a loud noise, a tragic gap would explode in its body.
In a short moment, it was as if thousands of masters had been planning for a long time. After preparing for a long time, they all attacked at the same time. They gathered in the same place fiercely and urgently. In one blow, more than half of the roots were destroyed.
But from beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan remained motionless, just looking coldly at the shadow of the giant tree that was twitching in pain.
"The clock tower...blessing?"
Monty roared: "No... this..."
"There is nothing wrong with the blessing of the bell tower."
Ye Qingxuan nodded: "All the clock towers just blessed you, giving you the power of hundreds of masters at once. Well, they just used the music theory of the Moonlight Chapter. How do you feel? This trick is not bad, right?" "
What answered him was a roar that angered the world.
With the blessing of the bell tower, a musician's power can be raised to the level of a master at once. This is an opportunity that almost all musicians in the Holy City dream of.
But no one has ever tried to use purifying music theory to bless a demon, and it is also a dark minister who represents the essence of the abyss...
Not to mention blessing, this is simply like going down a natural gas mine with a torch and throwing a strong alkali into sulfuric acid... The nature of the two has already determined that fire and water are incompatible. The moment music theory comes into contact, the power of blessing will be completely detonated.
The power of hundreds of masters destroyed the power he had accumulated overnight in an instant, causing his projection in the material world to suffer heavy losses.
The giant tree trembled crazily, and countless branches extended out, suddenly piercing the barrier and piercing the moon wheel.
"Ye! Qing! Xuan!"
"I am here."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and stared at its twisted and incomplete face.
In his hands, the music theory with the ultimate authority was vibrating. Under the blessing of countless clock towers, the brilliance of the white moon was enhanced a thousand times. The brilliance was like the scorching sun, majestic and dazzling, and could not be looked directly at.
Thousands of strings trembled crazily, playing a majestic and majestic melody, causing the bell tower to burst into loud sounds one after another.
The ring-shaped Holy Emblem materialized out of thin air from the "Sun Disk" and floated behind Ye Qingxuan. Countless music theories were ignited from it, as if burning.
This time, Ye Qingxuan did not apply the power of the bell tower to himself, but chose to form a barrier!
All at once!
In just an instant, countless torrents of holy light rose into the sky and surged into the outflow layer. Wherever they passed, all the abyssal music screamed and dissipated without a trace in the endless fierce light.
The countless roots of the black branches of the abyss were pulled out in the fierce light, lashed angrily, shattered inch by inch, and finally dissipated without a trace!
"All the valleys will be filled up, and all the hills and mountains will be leveled. The high and low will be made level, and the rugged will be made plain!"
Ye Qingxuan's roar resounded throughout the sky and burst into everyone's ears: "Let the door of heaven open, let the truth come, and let all flesh and blood see it together!"
At that moment, the holy city shook, and the city of steel and iron roared!