As Ye Qingxuan's subordinate, although Mabel was protected by the contract, it seemed that intentionally or unintentionally... Ye Qingxuan did not stipulate that this subordinate could not attack the masters.
It was only now that everyone realized what the white-haired bastard was thinking.
There is absolutely no good thing in the whole Angru!
After another second, the dozen masters looked at each other and quickly selected a few unlucky ones. They did not dare to delay or hesitate anymore.
Those "unlucky guys" couldn't help gritting their teeth and stamping their feet. They walked towards Ye Qingxuan hatefully and pressed them on his limbs, chest, back or forehead. They tried their best to help him suppress the turbulent music theory, not daring to make any more noise. A little slack.
Seeing someone come forward, the remaining people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But within a few minutes, I saw an old man trembling all over, his eyes turned white, and he looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of old blood - he couldn't hold on any longer!
Everyone was stunned and confused.
It's only been a few minutes!
It's not like these people don't suppress music theory for their juniors or students on weekdays, but no matter how big the students' problems are, there is no pressure on them.
And now, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, five masters went together to suppress a would-be master, but he couldn't even hold on for three minutes!
The other four people, after losing a helping hand, also trembled quickly and were about to collapse.
"monster… "
The old man gasped and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Thinking of the horrific music that he perceived that was beyond imagination, his face turned pale and he looked at his companion next to him:
"Five people are not enough! Fifteen, at least fifteen, with a staff... Hurry! They can't hold on any longer!"
For a moment, the sounds of gasps came one after another.
…
…
Regardless of the masters outside who were busy cleaning up Ye Qingxuan's mess, in the illusion, Ye Qingxuan was almost on fire. If there weren't people outside helping him support the situation, at this moment Ye Qingxuan was equivalent to leading a group of masters to fight a dead ghost, he would have been unable to hold on long ago.
I don't know if this is an excellent irony.
The Grand Inquisitor, who always sent people to the stake, was actually sent into the flames...
But for some reason, he suddenly felt less painful.
"Feeling" is an elusive word that has no quantifiable value and no common sense. But at this moment, Ye Qingxuan had such an intuitive feeling.
The Sun King...is getting weaker!
The most obvious thing is that he is not dead.
Although I was a little scared at first, after I got used to it, I found that it was just like this... After the initial outbreak of terror, it did not rise rapidly again, but there was a faint feeling that it was unsustainable.
It is obviously as hot as the scorching sun, but it is like a candle in the wind.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head with difficulty and looked at the King of the Sun. His two eyeballs, which were almost burned into glass, were wide open, completely confused, and even a little disappointed that the expected torture did not come:
"That's it?"
“…”
In the flames, the Sun King's face was stern, but there was a faint expression of rigidity and a trace of astonishment that could not be concealed - the flames were decaying, decaying rapidly.
Like water without roots, fire without fuel. No matter how much he is urged to do it, the divine power that he used to do as he pleased is now unsustainable and powerless.
Moreover, the other kings did not take action, but remained motionless. As he activated his power again and again, his figure became thinner.
Through the distorted air, the Sun King's expression seemed to be distorted.
Although you can't see clearly, it must be interesting.
"so good."
As the fire burned, Ye Qingxuan let out a hoarse laugh: "The prophets who ambitiously planned the future of the world would also show such interesting expressions... The kings who dominate the kingdoms could not do anything to me, an impenitent villain. What?"
In the terrifying light like the falling sun, the burned figure laughed. In the laughter, the flames swept across like red silk, revealing the bones that had been calcined to pure white.
The skeleton was bathed in the flames, as if soaked in warm water, and the strands of facial muscles twitched, as if smiling contentedly.
Fire cannot kill him.
He is alive again.
Standing before the old master again.
"Perhaps, you think you can plan everything in the future. Everyone is obliged to make concessions or sacrifices for your grand plan. But in fact, this is not the case... "
In the hoarse voice, countless flesh and blood quickly increased in value on the white bones. Ye Qingxuan's mutilated face was revealed from the skull, and the flames were rendered pure white, rising like long silver hair.
"Just listen—"
The skeleton whispered.
Immediately afterwards, a harsh sound sounded, from the flames and from the bones. The bones in the fire flicked their fingers and moved the bones of both ribs, as if playing a melody.
The collision of bone and bone caused a sharp roar.
It's like the friction of the earth's crust, the roar of the mountains, the roar of the hurricane, the collision of the waves, and the fall of thousands of hammers at the same time.
At first, the sound was harsh and chaotic, maddeningly chaotic.
But soon, under the order of the skeletal hand, the turbulent rhythms were summarized into one, and the smooth flowing clouds and flowing water carried a sonorous melody.
On Ye Qingxuan's bones, countless musical notes emerged, flowing like living things - something huge appeared faintly from the turbulent illusion behind him.
It was the embryo of terror brewing, and the monster opened one eye from its slumber.
That is the chapter of fate that has been forcibly frozen!
Now, the chapter of destiny that only exists in ideas and drafts is being completed quickly, just like a giant sleeping in the ice slowly opening its eyes, with a loud roar, and white cracks spreading from the ice. .
At the same time, the phantoms of the kings were constantly flickering, like candles in the wind and the end of a powerful crossbow.
Their presence is being ostracized.
A pair of invisible hands forcibly separated them from the projection of Guixu, breaking the matrix they had preset back then, and erasing the invading thoughts.
But their origins hidden deep in Guixu showed no reaction and fell into silence.
Roars erupted from the illusion.
Outside the illusion, countless fine alchemical matrices suddenly appeared on the broken stone plate, trembling and bursting with burning light.
The silent kings launched the final impact, simultaneously setting off double huge waves in Ye Qingxuan's body and consciousness. It was not for victory, but purely for destruction, even if they both died together.
Anyway, what they landed here was just a copied projection, and what served as the battlefield was Ye Qingxuan's body - even if they couldn't win, they just needed to completely erase everything.
The only Sun King who was still moving stretched out his hands, extracting the shadows of other kings and integrating them into the huge sun wheel behind him.
The kings and himself were all ignited by the scorching sun, making the scorching sun unprecedentedly huge and majestic, like the master of creation and destruction.
"The future of this world will never be let in your hands!"
The fierce light that could not be looked directly launched a fatal impact on Ye Qingxuan's yet-to-be-formed Chapter of Destiny.
Opposing him tit for tat was a pair of unwavering dark eyes, just like a pair of indifferent eyes.
"Just keep the outdated rags for yourself..."
The hoarse voice responded softly:
"-I do not care!"
The notes were shaking violently, countless music theories gathered in one place, and countless chaotic changes were completed in an instant. Until finally, under unprecedented pressure, Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter like a Rubik's Cube quickly moved and overlapped. In one place, it transformed crazily, swallowing up the mutilated bones, and then - crashed into the scorching sun!
Like a moth to the flame.
At the moment of collision, everything was silent.