Ye Qingxuan feels that he is very capable of fighting now.
But no matter how good he is at fighting, if a natural disaster strikes, he will be thrown into the street. Playing away from home is so terrible, let alone playing against Paganini.
Last time, it was only with the help of the Sword in the Stone and Hermes that he could barely stand firm in front of Paganini. In the end, he was lucky enough to win by relying on the Gate of Heaven.
But now that Paganini has received a gift from the abyss, his own strength has entered a realm that Ye Qingxuan cannot understand. God knows what method he used to enter Guixu in advance.
I don’t know how much of the rich legacy left by the Hundred-Eyed Man has been inherited by him. Although he cannot completely occupy the ruins, it is enough to wedge the changing music theory into it.
The rules left by the kings have long been changed beyond recognition by him, but the power gifted by Gui Xu contains all the changing music theories...
With this skill of "borrowing chickens to lay eggs", he separated the changing music theory between the inside and outside. Not only did he infiltrate his own power into Guixu through the deaths of many musicians, but he also used Guixu's gifts to infiltrate himself into Guixu. The music theory is implanted in every musician in Guixu.
No wonder the black musician almost didn't cause any trouble this time.
They didn't want to get involved, and they wanted things to be as chaotic as possible. If Ye Qingxuan hadn't accomplished the Chapter of Fate and had an in-depth understanding of the Clothes of Original Sin, no one would have discovered the changing music theories hidden in everyone's Chapter of Fate.
They were penetrated by Paganini without knowing it, still immersed in the illusory power, and completely defenseless against the abyss.
As soon as Paganini is activated, these people will immediately degenerate into black musicians, and their self-music theory and consciousness will undergo abyss transformation.
In the entire material world, almost all masters of well-known schools will be controlled by Paganini and become his most loyal subordinates. Through these people, what is likely to follow is a great schism in the material world school.
I don’t know how many schools of thought will be dragged into the abyss.
This alone was enough for Paganini to open up a new situation in the material world and set off a wave... not to mention what Paganini would become by then.
If Ye Qingxuan guessed correctly... this is a reincarnation ceremony.
He wanted to be like Arthur, turning his consciousness into the natural disaster brewing in Guixu. It's just that his chances are thousands of times better than Arthur's, and he can transform the natural disaster directly from the "embryonic stage".
Once born, his position of natural disaster is as if he was born with it, and has unlimited growth possibilities. Given time, he might even swallow the throne of the Hundred-Eyed One into his belly...
"I can't control this, I can't control it! Sign up first, and then let Selvin call for reinforcements..."
Ye Qingxuan connected his fingers, and electric light burst out from his fingers, falling on the infected musician. The electric light flickered and penetrated into the chapter of destiny. In order to survive and maintain their own personality and consciousness, the masters did not care about their own lives being controlled by Ye Qingxuan.
The entanglement of music theory in the electric light turned into a lock, completely fixing most of the music theory without any change.
Immediately afterwards, the interference of a forbidden faction forcefully separated everything and sealed the infected part.
It's like temporary surgery.
Of course, Ye Qingxuan unkindly entangled Purification Music Theory with him.
The expressions of the several masters suddenly became very exciting, as if they were tied to the stake. Once the changing music theory is triggered, they may be burned to ashes by the fire of Ye Qingxuan's judgment before they can transform into black musicians.
“When matters are urgent, follow authority; when matters are urgent, obey authority.”
Ye Qingxuan comforted them: "Don't use the music before leaving Guixu. After leaving, I will slowly help you take out the changing music theory... You don't want to become a black musician and bring shame to your school, right?"
Several old masters looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh in unison.
Haven't they been humiliated enough in the past two days
The world is changing so fast that old men's waists are slipping and they can no longer keep up with the pace.
Some of them have already broken the pot, and plan to accept their fate if they still have their lives to go back this time, and stay in the Inquisition, at least they will be comfortable.
When you get old, you should pay attention to safety. It's good to stay in your own small room, but forget about going out.
But there are still people who have doubts about this: "Do you have a way to leave Guixu?"
"certainly."
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the edge of Guixu in the distance - the torrent of ether that separated the inside and outside like a ten thousand meter craziness - he tapped the stick of destiny in his hand.
Divide the sea
Maybe a little difficult.
…
…
"My projection in Guixu was discovered."
Paganini opened his eyes.
With the turmoil in Guixu, there were deep echoes in the deep underground and dark tombs, and the masonry cracked. But the people staying here didn't have any panic at all, and they were obviously expecting it.
"It's much later than expected. Your arrangement bought us three days."
The speaker was a dwarf.
The dwarf with metallic-colored skin was suspended in mid-air, wearing a robe that did not suit his figure. The hem of the robe was broken, as if it had been burned by flames, and the blackened edges were flying in the air as he moved.
There are also many creatures floating in the air.
Some of them are moon spirits, some are half-dragons, some look like humans, and some are simply some weird things. But they all have the same characteristic, that is, a huge head.
The head occupies at least one-third of their body volume. Even in the innermost part, some people are completely mutilated, with only one head left, which is contained in a copper plate.
Sage of the Abyss.
These are the demons who have inherited the property of the Hundred Eyes and the favor of the abyss. They have secretly gathered here.
The skull with skin that was so withered that it was almost bark was lying on the velvet cushion, but with the blazing fire of will in its eye holes, it stared at Paganini:
"You did a good job, Paganini, and you deserve praise."
Paganini raised his eyebrows slightly. Over the years, he had rarely seen the skull that the Hundred-Eyed Man relied on speak, and he had never seen anyone receive his approval.
"As you can see, I have fulfilled the first step of my promise, so what about what I asked for?"
Paganini held out his hand.
On the withered skull, the fire in the eye holes dimmed. After a brief silence, he spoke again. Even if he has no heart, he can still control the ether with his will, vibrate the air, and make sounds.
"We brought it, I hope you can make good use of it."
As soon as he finished speaking, three abyss sages slowly flew out of the darkness, and then the sound of heavy footsteps came - amidst the protection and care of the three demons, the thing slowly walked towards the light under.
That's a... person.
To be precise, it was a fat, bloated woman who was almost too big to look at. When she walked, she was like a round ball of meat sliding slowly on the ground. Every time she took a step, waves of flesh would rise from her body. The exaggerated breasts, which are as big as several heads, are a scene that can only appear in nightmares.
Paganini was stunned, looking at the woman who looked to be in her forties, turned back, and asked Skull: "Are you sure?"
The skull was indifferent: "Don't be fooled by appearances, Paganini. In order to find it, we searched for it in the ether for sixteen cycles and spent a lot of money before infusing it into this body. If you want to ask I, if this is what you want, I will tell you, it is. This is the loving mother who gave birth to countless lives, the poisonous woman who destroyed countless lives, the saint who saved countless lives, and the divine prostitute who cherished countless lives. She It is the natural disaster that stands high above countless natural disasters, one of the 'four living creatures'. —Dark Earth Mother!"
The bloated woman was looked at without any reaction at all. Her eyes were empty and she could only breathe dullly. This is a container, a container that has been transformed.
The real Dark Earth Mother never even had a body, and no one could even summarize its state. Only by storing it in a physical container can it be transported from the distant etheric realm to the material realm.
So, no need to pay attention to appearances.
It’s what’s on the inside that really matters.
Paganini looked at her, and she looked at Paganini.
Suddenly, Paganini's face felt itchy. He reached out to touch it, only to find that the perfect body he had created had spots like horniness, and a crack had appeared behind the itchy ear. The same thing is slowly taking shape.
He was taken aback and took a few steps back before the strangeness on his face slowly faded away.
In just a few seconds, even the body created by Paganini changed under her gaze. Except for the Dark Earth Mother, no one in the world can achieve this level.
The skull showed no expression, as if it wasn't meant to be a joke.
"Paganini, use it with care," it said. "This is the most precious possession of the abyss."
"I see."
Paganini took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, unfolded it carefully, raised his palm, and covered the bloated woman's face with the white gauze, blocking her sight. He moved gently like putting on a veil for a bride.
"follow me."
He took the fat woman's hand from the abyss sage's guard and carefully led her towards the deepest part of the tomb, passing through a long corridor, passing countless cold reliefs, and passing dozens of doors. , they stepped onto the suspended platform.
Under the high platform, there are countless burning flashes of ether.
The silver stream of light gathered into a vortex, and the scorching flames rose into the sky, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly.
This is the place where Gaius threw the Hundred-Armed Giant, and it was also the place where the Anglians retrieved the dragon-slaying spear. Now, after hundreds of years of being swallowed by whales, there is a terrifying existence again from the deepest part of the well of death. Slowly brewing and about to wake up.
Paganini led her to the edge of the high platform, stretched out his hand, and took a stone knife from Paganini's hand.
The stone knife carved from obsidian reflects Paganini's face.
That peaceful face that looks like a man and a woman is so quiet in the reflection of the blade.
A cold light flashed.