I don’t know how many people, how many sacrifices they have made, how much pain and suffering they have experienced.
At this price, the Holy City barrier was finally taken back from the hands of the abyss!
The Word of God is ready.
His paths are made straight.
Ye Qingxuan heard the clock in his hand ringing in his ears.
Complex and ancient melodies emerged from "Final Authority" and flooded into his consciousness.
That is... a magnificent movement without any words!
In an instant, countless music theories of birth and death occupied his soul, urging his body to play, sing, and release this chapter that represented a miracle.
As a result, in the central sanctuary, countless threads of thought extended out from Ye Qingxuan's body and connected to countless keys. With a dexterity and smoothness that he could not even imagine, he manipulated this unprecedentedly huge instrument and guided the music. The organ played the solemn and solemn symphony.
The melody made the holy city tremble, and countless musicians shouted in amazement.
The Holy Spirits under the Nine Earths raised their heads in unison and looked towards the place where the Sun Disk was.
This is…
—"Symphony No. 9"!
"Ninth Symphony: Prelude" composed by the first Red King!
From Ye Qingxuan's fingertips, following his will, it played out from the control center of the Central Temple and reverberated in this steel city.
Wherever he passed, all the churches, buildings and facilities burst out with corresponding echoes.
Holy city!
This is the Holy City!
The Holy City is awake!
The spirituality sleeping in the deepest part of the Holy City was reunited, and thousands of bells were rung at the same time, intertwining a complex music theory that was unimaginable to mortals.
Those countless music theories are running in this steel city, like blood flowing in a giant's body.
At that moment, this city finally opened its eyes.
It was like God's messenger finally arrived in the world.
Behind Ye Qingxuan, the burning holy symbol suddenly expanded and floated between heaven and earth, like an artificial sun!
This is the authority that only the Red Kings of the past can control.
Even just the prologue is enough to make people invoke the foundation of the Seven Musicians, the power represented by the Sacred Cauldron!
"Holy! Holy! Holy!"
In front of the holy emblem burning like the scorching sun, Ye Qingxuan was immersed in the magnificent movement. Along with the voice in his heart, he roared and declared, causing the thunderous roar to resound between heaven and earth!
“Baptize the viper’s kind in the name of the Holy Spirit and fire!”
“Go and break them with a rod of iron and break them into pieces like a potter’s pottery vessel!”
In the prelude to the Ninth Symphony, with the holy city barrier as the body, all the spirituality poured into Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, making him transcend the narrow human perspective and be endowed with infinite light and infinite The heat, overlooking the world!
"Tell the people here and tell the people not here that this is the only truth and gospel in the world! Those who do this are righteousness! - Those who die for this can be saved!"
He stretched out his hand.
Then, on the earth, the sound of trumpets roared.
Countless burning racks rose from the ground like forests, silver nails fell from the sky, bursting with cold light, and then, purifying flames spurted out from the burning racks.
From here, to there.
From one end of the earth to the other end of the earth.
Everything as far as the eye can see is burning fire.
It was as if the Day of Judgment had descended on the earth, and flames burst out from the silent earth, giving equal and compassionate purification to all sinners!
Ye Qingxuan raised his head, and behind him, the wheel of the burning holy emblem was spinning, like steel rubbing against each other, emitting a majestic sound.
As a result, the barrier shook.
Starting from the central sanctuary, the roaring melody penetrated the activity layer, creation layer, formation layer, and outflow layer, and endless light flowed out from the sun wheel.
Like a waterfall.
The light flooded the barrier, swept across the body, ignited the black clouds in the sky, burned through the dark fog in the abyss, and completely destroyed all evil spirits!
Until the end, swimming against the current, and then towards the huge tree shadow covering the sky...
-Throw the sword!
As the scriptures say: Prepare the way of God, make His paths straight. Just because the kingdom of heaven is near, God will open the door and drop the sword of righteous judgment on the world!
The sword blade rotates in all directions, glowing with light and flames, moving forward! forward! Go forward!
If there is the earth in front of you, it will penetrate the earth. If there is the sky in front of you, you will light the sky. To break through the nine levels of hell, to tear through the endless abyss. Burn all sins away!
boom!
A huge crack running through the front and back emerged from the trunk of the black branch of the abyss.
On the torso, Monty's strange face had been completely burned to ashes, and only the shrill screams spread as the figure was drawn out.
Immediately afterwards, endless light rushed out from the inside of the black branch of the abyss.
From the inside out, completely tear the projection into pieces and sweep away all the haze of the abyss!
Monty's projection in the material world was completely destroyed, losing his last foothold.
In the etheric sea, the huge tree trunk that penetrated the material world and the etheric world collapsed inch by inch. Even the body far away in the abyss has suffered indelible and tragic trauma.
The abyss boiled, and the black branches of the abyss rooted in the deepest part neighed, and a dead branch as white as a bone was pulled out, and it was thrown towards the material world with hatred!
Target, Ye Qingxuan!
It was a part of Monty that was torn from his own body, absorbing thousands of years of corruption, evil thoughts, and even a branch of corruption that grew out of a ray of original dye from the Hundred-Eyed One.
Since birth, Monty has only grown three in total.
The dagger originally given to Ludovic to assassinate the Pope was just one of them!
Now, the dignified and dark ministers have overturned the boat in Ye Qingxuan's gutter, and even made a stupider mistake than Paganini, which immediately made him crazy, and they wanted to leave Ye Qingxuan with a lifelong life regardless of the cost. An unforgettable lesson!
But in front of Ye Qingxuan, the brilliance of the barrier flowed and condensed out of thin air.
The melody of the Requiem resounded throughout the Holy City.
Holy! Holy! Holy!
The realm of the Nine Saints was formed in an instant, and there was even a barrier in front that gathered the power of all the clock towers in the Holy City to block it.
In an instant, the poisonous branch burst through the air.
Along the way, the sea of ether was temporarily dyed with a layer of dark green light.
Immediately afterwards, countless fierce lights shined and disappeared.
The holy city was shaken, and the light flowed on the huge barrier, firmly resisting the impact of the rotten branch. But the branch was alive, and could even be said to be Monty's clone. It had lost the majesty it had when it came, and even gave up most of its power, turning into a wisp of black light that swam like a living snake.
Every opportunity was found, like taking root from a boulder, it penetrated through the weak link between music and theory, penetrated the barrier, and came towards Ye Qingxuan's true nature.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's Holy Domain was penetrated one after another.
One, two, three...
But as the realm fragmented, new realms were immediately born. Ye Qingxuan influenced the music theory of the clock tower, just like thousands of masters were resonating with him. In just a short moment, countless realms collapsed and were reborn.
Until the end, the field had turned into a long and narrow road, like a box, with the dim black light nested inside it layer by layer.
Unable to move.
Just like a dragon trapped in the shallows, a tiger trapped in a cage.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the rotten black branch across Shengya's domain—natural interference!
As a result, the rotten branch that contained the essence of Timon's music theory, even the essence of the abyss, trembled, curled and twitched angrily in the "box", but still could not get rid of Ye Qingxuan's music theory.
Until the end, as the Shengya Domain collapsed together, it transformed into the shadow of a dead branch, and fell into Ye Qingxuan's hands, tossing and turning it over and over.
"What a good thing." He stared at the furious Monty in the etheric world, smiled and waved: "It's really shameful to give such a good gift before leaving. Go ahead and don't give it away."
Roar! ! !
The figure of the black branch of the abyss disappeared.
There was complete silence between heaven and earth.
Until this moment, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and gasp tiredly.
finally…
it's over
No, not really.
The real owner hasn't shown his face yet, he just chased away a minion, so don't make such a joke.
This isn't even the beginning for the true parties.
Even so, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.
The blow just now destroyed the projection of the black branch of the abyss in the material world, and even pushed this dark minister back into the etheric world.
This is the second dark minister who has been trapped in Ye Qingxuan's hands.
Monty said that there were already four Dark Lords in the Abyss who hated him to the bone. He really didn’t know who else he had offended besides Paganini. If the two incarnations of the Hundred-Eyed Man were also included in the Dark Lords , and now there are six of the Abyss bosses who regard him as a thorn in his side... there are already six
Even Ye Qingxuan himself found it incredible.
It was so damned.
It was only then that the abundant power and endless energy faded away like a tide and disappeared without a trace. With the end of the Ninth Symphony Prelude, he also broke away from that wonderful state.
Recalling the few dozen seconds just now is like a hallucination.
Ye Qingxuan seemed to be transformed into a god, controlling the earth, water, fire and wind, and controlling the meaning of everything. But now, the originally clear memory is quickly blurring.
Like a fading dream.
But at least…
He looked down at the final authority in his hand.
The restored holy city barrier is still in his own hands.
"Such a big battle, but it didn't lead you out?"
He opened his eyes from the core of the central sanctuary, stretched out his hands, pressed on the keys surrounding him in all directions, and murmured softly:
"Then let me see...where are you hiding?"
As the hands moved nimbly, the organ roared.
In the central church, in the underground machine room, a loud noise resounded. Hot steam surged through the pipes like a torrent. After penetrating layers of diverter valves and pipes, it impacted on the reeds, causing the reeds to burn red. Trembling, bursting out with a sharp sound.
Thousands of sharp sounds overlapped together, like the hub of the barrier, mobilizing resources from everywhere and gathering them in front of Ye Qingxuan.
Until finally, he once again saw the huge nebula in the central temple.