boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the rain curtain was torn apart by the sharp airflow, and countless rain and mist rose into the sky, flying in all directions.
The huge armor exploded in front of Ye Qingxuan and fell apart.
Countless pieces of iron flew out, wedged deeply into the stone, and a large number of fragments roared towards Ye Qingxuan. But when he got close to Ye Qingxuan, there was a faint black air rising from his robes. With a gentle twist, the kinetic energy of the fragments disappeared without a trace, dissipating into iron sand under the dark mist, blending into the heavy rain, and fell to the ground.
By the end, the iron sand had piled up into a straight line at Ye Qingxuan's feet, washed away by the heavy rain and dyed with wisps of red and cold metallic light.
Twisted steel remains are everywhere.
The rain fell on the wreckage, like grease on the red-hot iron, and red flames ignited from it, spreading along the water and spreading to the ground.
The shape of the flame is given to the quality of water. Under the power of quality interference, the rules of the material world have been distorted by the gravity of music theory.
The rainstorm became a weapon.
Just like the iron sand in Nigel's hand, even just one grain can exert terrible effects under the guidance of the formula of change.
It’s just that the change formula becomes property interference.
Wherever the moonlight shines, all the rainwater turns into Ye Qingxuan's sharp blade. You don't even need to move, as long as you stand still, the heavy rain containing interference will penetrate into the power armor.
Immediately afterwards, the ladder to heaven came across, and thousands of moonlight thought threads were connected to the alchemy matrix, and the music theory was eroded.
The outflow layer, the formation layer, the active layer, and the creative layer.
The structure between the four layers was completely disrupted, countless matrix lines were chaotically combined together, the cycle was overloaded, the cooling system collapsed, and in the end, the ether furnace in the layers of protection exploded.
In just a few seconds, the overloaded power armor will turn into a molten steel melting furnace.
Letting go of the Clothes of Original Sin, when facing opponents below the master level, Ye Qingxuan does not have to worry about numbers, go all out, and focus on the attack. The Jiuxiao Ring Pendant itself is a rare weapon. After Ye Qingxuan advanced to Dream Weaver, The core music theory has also been nurtured again, and the sound has become clearer and clearer.
The dragon's roar lingered in the heavy rain for a long time before slowly dissipating.
The last blocker fell apart.
But Ye Qingxuan did not feel happy, but frowned.
Although the battle between the two sides was brief, there was only about five minutes, which was enough for other places to send reinforcements, or for the strong people inside to respond. Moreover, this was not only the Summer Palace, but also the site of the Queen's coronation ceremony, so the security was absolutely not required. Will relax.
But now, the manor is still dead silent.
Only the dim light in the crystal danced. Through the thick rain curtain, the dim light had a faint hint of strange green after being refracted. The entire solemn silence was hair-raising.
Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and walked into it.
But along the way, I didn't see any living people at all.
People are dead.
On the outskirts of the manor, no matter whether they were the entourage of spectators, the manor's waiters or the majestic and solemn honor guard, they all fell into the rain at this moment.
There were no wounds on his body. The exposed skin was pale and dry, just like low-quality paper. It had become swollen to the point of being unsightly after being soaked with rainwater.
A typical black musician killing method.
Relying on the nightmare mist formed by the abyss music theory, they can easily absorb the lives of mortals, as simple as sipping a drink with a straw.
The deeper you go, the more dead bodies there are.
In the silent palace, there was only Ye Qingxuan's footsteps. Everyone fell to the ground, with sweet smiles on their lips, as if they were immersed in a sweet dream.
Only the wonderful aroma in the air becomes thicker and thicker.
The taste of blood.
There was a faint sound of singing echoing.
"Please go tell Aunt Luo Di... Please go tell Aunt Luo Di... Please go tell Aunt Luo Di..."
The faint singing voice whispered softly in his ear: "Old Gray Goose has passed away."
Ye Qingxuan turned back suddenly.
Behind you, there is nothing.
Only the voice like a girl's laughter lingered in my ears:
“She died in the mill pond… She died in the mill pond… She died in the mill pond… right in front of her…”
It's Mary.
Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the final door.
At that moment, he almost suffocated.
In a daze, it felt as if scarlet wind was blowing from the cruel execution ground behind the door.
Everyone died.
Fragmented.
On the walls, on the crystal lamps, on the floor, there are even some cyan skeletons still sitting in their positions, with solemn postures, but the flesh, flesh and internal organs are like clothes falling off the bones layer by layer, like flowers. Normal bloom.
Weird flowers of flesh and blood bloomed in every corner.
It was as if a surgeon had used exquisite and cruel anatomy techniques to dismantle everyone's body, then removed the decayed and corrupted internal organs, straightened the deformed organs, and then left the most perfect parts, making The dirty flesh and blood actually showed a different kind of beauty.
The red color is everywhere.
Blood dripped from the corpse like a stream and fell onto the red carpet underfoot, making the red carpet more vivid. It was like a red mold parasitic on the floor. Stepping on it was like sinking into a quagmire, causing discomfort. sticky touch.
Ye Qingxuan walked forward silently and looked around.
Poker face.
He came late.
In the silence, his footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped in place.
When he lowered his head, he saw that his ankle was held by a hand. On the ground, the corpse with its face cut off raised its head, and the muscles on its face stretched, seeming to evoke a vague smile. .
But behind the layers of muscle bundles, there were strands of black mist seeping out.
In an instant, there seemed to be hundreds of fountains in the hall.
All the corpses spewed out a large amount of black mist, filling everything in an instant. The black mist swallowed up all the light, bringing with it the disgusting aura of the abyss.
Nightmare fog.
And in that nightmare mist that was created with the power of an unknown number of black musicians, huge ether fluctuations suddenly emerged one after another.
Countless music theories were intertwined out of thin air and gathered together in one place. It was the power from the same source, the movement that inherited the will of the dark lord. At this moment, as they resonated, the nightmare mist further evolved and turned into the realm of hell.
In other words, Ye Qingxuan at this moment has fallen into a blockade that is close to the scepter realm. And in the nightmare mist, faint shadows emerged, and each person carried ether fluctuations as powerful as dark stars.
Big devil…
Each one of them is the final form formed by the Black Musician after being transformed by the abyss. They are given the pseudo-scepter of the abyss elements and are great demons who shepherd their people for the Hundred-Eyed One!
During the blockade, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, there are so many people."
He looked around and sighed softly: "Sixteen big demons? Although your strength has increased a lot after experiencing the gifts from the abyss, to gather so many, you will have to collect all the black musicians in Angru." Once again, right? It’s not easy... Thanks to the Lord of Darkness, he actually gathered all the black musicians of Angelou to deal with me. How lucky I am."
Bang!
The moon wheel above Ye Qingxuan's head began to move under the erosion of the nightmare mist.
In the elemental field of the Hell Scepter, Ye Qingxuan has been completely isolated from the etheric world - his resonance with the Silent Moon has been cut off.
His expression changed slightly.
The Lord of Darkness has indeed identified his greatest weakness.
What he is best at has always been to rely on the ladder, take advantage of the situation, and defend and counterattack.
From a business point of view, he is an out-and-out speculator. After identifying his weaknesses, he uses Jiuxiao Huanpei's leverage to leverage a large amount of funds that are dozens of times more than his own capital, just like a loan. , completely defeating the enemy, and then filling the loopholes with profits and high interest.
In contrast, ordinary industrialist-type musicians are often unable to resist the impact of external funds, but speculators like him also have fatal weaknesses.
In addition to being difficult to last and requiring tedious and delicate skills, he relies too much on the "market" of the "etheric world".
Once the external environment is stripped away and the actual assets and liabilities are counted, the only assets Ye Qingxuan can take away are his own assets. Although he is still of excellent quality in this aspect, it is simply incomparable to the original scale, and he may even be tied up and unable to do so. Go on the offensive.
Now, if it weren't for Jiuxiao Huanpei, he wouldn't even be able to sense the sea of ether.
In a closed city, fight against sixteen companies whose combined assets exceed one's own several times at the same time? No matter how stupid a businessman is, he would not do such a thing, not to mention that the officials in this environment are not friendly to him...
Ye Qingxuan sighed, rubbed his brows with a headache, and asked:
"Can anyone tell me where Mary went?"
No one responded.
The famous name of "Hand of God" is at the forefront, and there are even countless lessons learned from the past. The tragic endings of countless black musicians prove that those who talk to this guy will in all likelihood not end well.
What's more, this guy is now the Grand Judge of the Inquisition. The conflict between the two camps has destined to a life-or-death relationship, in which water and fire are incompatible.
From an unknown black musician to a powerful demon, everyone present is not a fool, and they will never underestimate Ye Qingxuan, not to mention that there is an order from the dark lord, and at this moment, he is even more planning to communicate. nothing.
Even after Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, everyone unanimously resonated with each other, and the "hell realm" where sixteen ether fluctuations were intertwined with each other suddenly shook, evolving into a dark and scorching sun.
The terrifying pressure of countless music theories intertwined and evolved is pressing down along the dark and scorching sun. The Chapter of Destiny must directly act on Ye Qingxuan and lock all his ability to resist. Use pure force to crush all music theory, not giving him any chance to use his strength.
Ye Qingxuan remained motionless.
On the Clothes of Original Sin, countless musical notes flashed by, and the Holy Ya's domain emerged out of thin air, covering the whole body, firmly withstanding the pressure of the scepter of hell.
Under the suppression of the dark sun, the invisible barrier actually had layers of faint ripples, and it seemed that it could not hold up for long.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh. He reached out and fumbled for an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He skillfully opened the pack with a few fingers, picked it up, tilted his head and lit it. He took a deep breath and exhaled the dissipated smoke. , then took off his cigarette and slowly raised his head.
"You all know that I am the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, right?"
No one responded, but in the mist, the ether fluctuations became more and more violent.
The dark sun suddenly dropped three inches!
Countless abyssal music theories are intertwined, twisting the material world turbulently, forming a vague black flame.
A sharp noise sounded, and countless cracks emerged from the Seiya barrier.
Collapse is imminent.
"It seems you guys know?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded clearly: "Then why do you think... I would leave so many thugs unused and come here to fight with you all by myself?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud roar.
From the sky.
Countless thunders suddenly exploded in the heavy rain.
The lightning danced like a wild snake, filling the space between heaven and earth.
The hurricane emerged from behind the clouds like a torrent, splitting the iron-like black clouds and sky, and even briefly tore apart the fog that shrouded the Angelo sky, revealing a narrow sliver of skylight.
The stars are like the sea.
And among the sea-like stars, a huge thing broke out of the clouds and roared violently towards the earth.
—Nomad Mountain!