For a moment, everyone felt a chill for no reason.
Time seemed to freeze, and the clear sound of swords came to my ears.
In that time that seemed to be delayed tens of millions of times, an icy ray of light flew from the deepest part of the night sky, passed over the stars, passed through the clouds, passed over the endless oceans and mountains, and fell from the sky.
It was so solemn and cold, yet it carried the burning glow of the soul, which stung everyone's eyes.
- Soul-Living Sword Chapter!
The clanging sound of the sword echoed belatedly in my ears, scattered and overlapping, as if it had turned into the light and slow movement of the five fingers on the strings, or the moving sound of the iron staff hitting the bronze drum. The charming joy of playing the harp and sheng.
A ray of iron light split the night sky, and wherever it passed, marks like water waves evolved. It's like looking up from the bottom of the pool at the vast world of mortals, singing and dancing.
But when the iron light fell silently from the night, it cut into pieces the sparkling water and the vast world of mortals.
Playing the sword into a song evolved the grand scene of "Dragon Pond Music", and extracted the animal nature of the real dragon from it, turning the pure sword light into the shape of a dragon, hovering in the sky.
"what!"
The scepter musician who was blocked in front was stunned. Before he had time to react, the dragon of sword light that soared into the sky circled towards his element. In an instant, the musician and the scepter froze in place.
The ether storm swept across, and the musician and his scepter were quietly shattered into pieces and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only the piercing murderous intent, lingering around everyone.
One of the Six Imperial Guards, the head of the Yuan family took action at this moment, frightening all the scepters who were secretly watching around him to retreat. In the blink of an eye, their courage was extinguished by the erratic dragon-shaped sword light, and they did not dare to come any closer.
In a fleeting moment, the dragon-shaped sword light was thrown at the Guixu fragments. The fragments were wrapped in the sword light, just like a dragon ball held in the dragon's mouth. Without further ado, he turned around and left.
"Stay something!"
Crazy lightning fell from the clouds, and the phantom of Odin, transformed by the second emperor's son, was revealed in the interweaving of layers of thunder and lightning. The majestic melody expanded, and the divinity moved, pressing against the dragon-shaped sword light.
Compared with the phantom of the giant god holding up the sky and the earth, that tiny sword light looked like a candle in the wind, but it was incredibly dexterous, tearing apart the thunder and music theory with devastating force, shaking the divinity, but it was not Fall to the wind!
But then, Chopin's figure suddenly emerged from a wisp of moonlight in the void.
Facing the sword blade that could break him into pieces, he not only did not retreat, but rushed forward ecstatically, as if he was looking for death, impatiently waiting for someone to kill him.
But the complicated and terrifying music theory around him made that ray of sword light deeply fearful. Compared with being able to face Odin with ease, he began to feel at ease when dealing with him.
In comparison, Ye Qingxuan was a step slower, but he was not in a hurry. He just rode the golden dragon and wandered around, his hands were not idle, and he threw a lot of music to Guixu.
The movements played between the ten fingers were just introductions. Ye Qingxuan played the prologue, but hundreds of ether fluctuations followed closely behind.
Outside Guixu, the battleships of Nomadic Mountain were already burning red under the ninth-level drive.
The huge heart in the ether pool is beating crazily, continuously absorbing the power from the ether sea, and distributing it to each musician according to the music theory of the ether network.
With nearly infinite power at the disposal of the musicians, the purifying musicians of the Inquisition have never squandered their power so extravagantly. Following Ye Qingxuan's guidance and orders, the battleship's armor was opened layer by layer, revealing hundreds of thick pipes from which blazing steam spewed out.
That's a huge pipe organ that's been warmed up.
After being refitted by Angelou, Nomadic Mountain has become an out-and-out fortress. After completely dismantling the hull, the alchemists customized a huge war instrument for the Nomadic Mountain and embedded a huge pipe organ into it.
There are nine levels of keys alone, thousands of sound stops, and tens of thousands of resonance tubes.
At this moment, under the guidance of the ladder, the purification musicians have resonated as one, and played the purification movement in tacit understanding with each other. The majestic melody of "Night on the Barren Mountain" resounded through the sky.
The clouds burned red.
Countless meteors fell from the sky following Ye Qingxuan's instructions. They were red-hot iron lights, entwined with the flames of judgment and the torture rack.
The clouds surrounding the Nomadic Mountain have now turned into a scorching furnace. Countless iron lights brewed out of nothing, condensed, and turned into a heavy torture rack. With the light of judgment, it fell from the sky and hit Guixu. among.
Loud noises continued to erupt.
The torture rack was like a heavy rain, falling from the sky with the movement of Ye Qingxuan's hands.
Each falling frame of fire will trigger a sky-high fire, as if a hole has been smashed into the earth leading directly to purgatory, causing the lava in purgatory to gush out.
Rows of racks covered everything within sight in flames.
Ye Qingxuan seemed to be wielding a hammer, knocking out nails one after another. Each torture rack wedged into the ruins drove the music theory of the Inquisition deeply into the land.
Wherever the fire is shrouded, it is holy land.
In an instant, all other power was expelled by the riotous music theory on the stake, leaving only pure judgment and destruction. The monsters hidden in the shadows were swallowed up by the flames piece by piece, screaming, and dissipated into ashes in the terrifying temperature.
On the ejection track on the deck, two teams of Witch Hammer's heavily armored knights and a team of purification musicians were ready to go, waiting for Ye Qingxuan's order to throw themselves into the battlefield of Guixu.
Now that the water was too muddy, Ye Qingxuan forced himself to suppress the impulse in his heart, sit on the mountain and watch the fire, and let them grab it.
First, rely on the blessing of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth to turn this piece into your own base.
Sensing the music theory of Jiuxiao Huanpei and Tianlai, the dragon-shaped sword light glanced at Ye Qingxuan during the fight.
"Ye Lanzhou? No... Ye Lanzhou is dead... Are you the boy who hung out with Angelo? I heard Yuan Jing mentioned you."
A hoarse voice sounded in Ye Qingxuan's ears: "We are both of the blood of heaven and humans, come here and help. Yuan will be richly rewarded afterwards."
"Can't help, can't help."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hands with regret on his face: "It's such a big thing, how can I go over and cause trouble for you? Hey, stab him in the eye! Yes! Just like that, I know that the grandson of Asgard will definitely not be able to defeat you!" "
"You kid is so unconscious!"
The head of the Yuan family snorted coldly: "Are you still expecting the fisherman to profit? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you first?"
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid!"
Ye Qingxuan drove the golden dragon back several hundred meters with a mocking look on his face: "But I'm more afraid that Master Hei has buried something in Guixu. I say, senior, do you dare to eat the pie that fell from the sky?" ?”
collapse!
The sound of cracking sounded from the depths of Guixu.
In the deepest tomb of the earth, the gluttonous feast was about to end, and the last ashes stained on the fingertips were sipped into the mouth.
The strange figure in gray and white linen licked his fingers and turned around. In the dim light of the remaining candles, all the cracked sarcophagi in the messy tomb were empty.
No more wreckage remains.
Only the broken crowns were left piled up in one place, like a ridiculous hill.
The noble people who controlled everything during life and still regulated the world after death ended up being buried in the belly of this ghoul-like monster.
A wind blew from the darkness, extinguishing the fire, and darkness swept in, swallowing up the figure.
In the pure darkness, there was finally a sound of breathing.
It was as if after swallowing death, he gained life.
The sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded, and the weak heartbeat gradually revived. He couldn't see everything, but from the gurgling blood, he could hear the subtle echo of flesh and blood filling up again.
In the end, what opened in the darkness was a pair of dark pupils burning with white flames.
…
And right in the center of Guixu, the broken hall suddenly collapsed, revealing the towering altar below.
The altar was covered with blood, and the spices burned in the fire turned into blue smoke that slowly rose and lingered. Lingering between those seven complex seals.
Some of those seals have been broken and opened, but some are still intact, some have no response, and some are extinguished with the light of the fire, as if they are breathing.
There was a short dwarf standing on the altar, holding a copper plate high in his hands.
The withered head on the copper plate slowly opened its eyes and stared at the extinguished fire above the altar.
"I want you to come."
He opened his mouth and made the calling sound with his lips and teeth. The harsh sound echoed between heaven and earth, roaring thousands of miles, resounding deep in everyone's heart.
Immediately afterwards, the earth roared and cracked.
In the deep tomb, a figure dressed in gray and white linen slowly walked out. That face was neither decayed nor ugly, but bright and full of energy, with eyes burning like pale flames, majestic and cold.
After devouring the original kings, at some point, a bone crown appeared on top of his long white hair. He walked out of the darkness on a white horse, holding an iron bow and a pot of bronze arrows beside the saddle.
The horses' hoofs beat against the ground, but they seemed to crush everyone's heart, making everyone unable to breathe.
"To conquer everything."
The withered head said to the knight in white: "Victory and victory!"
So, the white knight slowly raised his head, his eyes like flames looked up at the sky, and his empty eyes fell on the figure in the air, making everyone suddenly feel terrified.
Immediately afterwards, he opened the iron bow, placed the copper arrow on the bowstring, and slowly pulled it open.
The iron bow, which seemed to be twisted from animal sinews, opened, but it made a harsh sound of gold and iron colliding. The friction between the bronze arrow and the iron bow produced fiery sparks.
"What the hell!"
Ye Qingxuan's hair suddenly counted down, urging the golden dragon to gallop backwards. The layers of dragons were as mighty as the sea, and the shadow of the heaven on earth descended, covering him in it.
Immediately afterwards, the arrow was aimed at the sky, and the roar of thousands of people burst out.
Heaven and earth penetrate.