Iron bow and bronze arrow.
The style of the longbow is still the original shape six hundred years ago, and the copper arrows that have been buried in the darkness as funerary objects for hundreds of years have long been rusted and covered with patina.
The enemies are many scepters and several strong men at the top of this world.
Totally funny.
Even the short bows used by children in the north are more threatening than it.
But the moment the bowstring was tightened, everyone felt a sense of suffocation for no reason.
It was as if an invisible noose was slowly tightening around his neck, a cold feeling spread over his heart, and his vision became dark.
That strong sense of fear jumped up from the back of the head, almost dominating the mind, making everyone confused and unable to control themselves.
The threat does not come from bows and arrows.
But it comes from the man who draws the bow.
The biting cold had just begun, and the arrows were already whizzing out. All the living creatures in the ruins suddenly became sweaty, unable to suppress the urge to scream.
All the murderous intent in the world converged on one arrow, which silently penetrated the world and flew towards Ye Qingxuan.
Why is it me again? !
Ye Qingxuan, who was selected from the crowd, was confused.
But soon, he no longer had time to be stunned.
It was as if the rope of the gallows was slowly tightening.
In the perception, time seems to be stagnant, with no way to dodge or stop. The arrow is just like the arrival of death, calm and elegant, unhurried.
The dragon's power was like a phantom, passed through silently.
The realm of heaven on earth showed no response, and a small gap was penetrated.
The golden dragon flying outward was unbearably slow at the moment. It was easily chased by the copper arrow. Then, it tore the dragon's left wing, slowly spinning, and threw it at Ye Qingxuan's body. Heart.
Silent penetration.
Huge earthquakes erupted from every corner of the body, and the breath of death spread rapidly. The bones were weathered, the internal organs were rotten, the blood was dried up, the skin was cracked, and the organs were damaged.
In an instant, all life was wiped out.
At the same time that the blood circulation was broken, the etheric circulation was also forcibly defeated.
The newly condensed Chapter of Fate fell apart under this arrow, pulling Ye Qingxuan's remaining will into the deepest depths of darkness.
Turn into ashes.
But in the midst of the ashes and smoke, a bolt of lightning suddenly burst out.
The music theory of change erupted from the deepest part of the Chapter of Destiny, and the lightning evolved rapidly in an instant, repairing the disintegrated music theory, connecting the ladder again, correcting Ye Qingxuan's will, and angrily consuming all the death intention in that arrow, Injected into the body, the heart beats again, the blood is regenerated, the organs are renewed, and the bones are restored.
In one moment, he was reduced to ashes and died, and in the next moment, he denied this death and lived again.
On the dragon's back, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have exhausted all his energy. He sat down in a panic, stretched out his hand, and used all his strength to pull out the arrow from his heart, his face pale.
Extremely weak.
What the hell is this? !
He had just been killed once.
Although it can only be said that he almost died, the reason why he is alive can only be said to be thanks to his "rich experience".
If it weren't for the dragon's power, the beastliness of the heaven on earth and even the golden dragon, which weakened the strange arrow layer by layer, if it hadn't been that he had entered the vacuum and replaced the blood circulation with ether circulation, if it hadn't been for the chapter of destiny that had just been achieved, if it hadn't been for the transformation Music theory, if you are not experienced...
If there weren't so many prerequisites, he might just die.
What's even more weird is that this arrow is clearly an ordinary arrow. It has neither terrifying prestige nor terrifying music theory. It just relies on elastic potential energy to shoot a rusty copper arrow.
Let alone one, even one hundred thousand should not be able to damage a hair on your head.
Soon, more people experienced the same pain as him.
As early as the moment Ye Qingxuan was hit, the others quickly dodged, and almost everyone was on defense.
In the silence, the white knight once again took out the second arrow from the pot and put it on the bowstring. The movement was so gentle, careful and slow, as if he was doing a very delicate thing, but the speed was incredibly fast.
It's like time overlapped at this moment.
Everyone saw the White Knight draw his bowstring and aim it at himself...
In the next moment, countless phantoms emerged from around the white knight, and shrill sounds of piercing the sky exploded one after another.
It seemed like a blow, but the arrow in the pot was completely empty!
Then, the stars fell!
The scepters that were originally hanging high in the sky like stars were reduced by more than half in an instant. Under the penetration of the arrow, they were like mortals strung on spears, dying of despair.
The remaining light was all dim, like a candle in the wind, lingering.
And suddenly, the thunder and lightning was annihilated, the divinity was injured, and the copper arrow penetrated into the other eye socket of the second emperor son. At this moment, the God of Thunder had become completely blind.
Chopin flew out upside down, his music theory scattered all over his body, and a round mirror appeared in his hand at some point.
A fatal bronze arrow was nailed to the round mirror, bearing death on his behalf, but it was obvious that he himself was not feeling well either. He tried his best to breathe and stared at the white knight with frightened eyes.
At the same time, Guixu reached out, and Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood. A scar silently cracked on the long sword in front of his knees, and the soul in the sword was wailing.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the pieces of Guixu fell from mid-air and fell to the ground.
"Do you feel it?"
Ye Qingxuan heard the voice he least wanted to hear at this moment:
"—This is the projection of His elements."
Paganini!
In the twenty-fourth level of illusion, Paganini was no longer in any hurry, slowly destroying one fulcrum after another. He was not in a hurry to break out, but put tremendous pressure on Ye Qingxuan, forcing him to maintain the cage with all his strength.
Otherwise, suffer the worst consequences.
There is no way forward, no retreat.
You can only drink poison to quench your thirst.
“…”
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but cursed, his expression became gloomy, and he slowly raised the stick of destiny, preparing to deal with the next impact with all his strength.
At the very least, we need to figure out what the hell that thing is first...
But at that moment, a low drum sound sounded from the distant sea.
The faint sound of the drum spread and reached Ye Qingxuan's ears in an instant, as if an invisible arm gently pulled him, trying to pull him somewhere.
He glanced back to where the drumbeat came from.
Asgard's maritime fortress.
The second emperor's son's voice sounded in his ears:
"Ye Qingxuan, we need to talk."
Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, and then his own music theory connection catered to the pull of the drum sound.
The next moment, he felt that time had stopped.
No, what stops is not the time in the outside world, but the place where you are.
At that moment, a long and narrow interlayer slowly unfolded between the etheric world and the material world. The narrow mezzanine hidden in the chaotic aftermath pulled his consciousness into it.
There is not even any matter here, it is a realm that only exists in spiritual perception.
Through that unobstructed mezzanine, he could observe the stagnant world. It's like looking at a mural in all its details, everything is reflected in the eyes, and there is no way to hide it.
Immediately afterwards, a chapter of destiny containing divinity was thrown here, transforming into the appearance of the second emperor's son. But at this moment, he looked particularly miserable. His remaining eyes had been corroded, and only the divine flame in his left eye was burning angrily.
"The situation is out of control, Ye Qingxuan."
The figure of the second emperor's son emerged from beside Ye Qingxuan and proposed bluntly: "We can cooperate. Asgard and Angelo will be divided equally and developed together."
"Why should we divide it equally?"
It didn't hit it off as he expected. Ye Qingxuan asked: "Based on the current situation, I obviously have the larger share, right?"
The second emperor frowned: "But the risks you face are also not small. With the maritime fortress here, we can easily leave, but what about you?"
"I can dedicate things to the Holy City. Don't forget that I also hold the title of Archbishop."
Ye Qingxuan showed no signs of weakness and did not take a step back: "But if you pull away, you will get nothing - your arrow will be in vain. And if I am not wrong: among the natural disaster weapons you control, there must be There is an element of revenge. If you don’t retaliate with an eye this time, then it may be difficult for you to improve your compatibility with it, or it may even decline.”
The second emperor's expression twitched slightly, as if he had been stabbed in his weakness, and his tone became cold: "I'm afraid we can't talk about your attitude."
"It's you we're talking about, not me, right?"
Ye Qingxuan was asking for a price, but he was not prepared to push the second emperor too hard, so he changed the subject: "Time is urgent, we'd better be more honest - how about letting the friend who was watching come out and chat together?"
The Second Emperor was silent for a moment, as if listening to something. Soon, another figure emerged from the void.
It was an old man holding a clay tablet in his hand. The clay tablet was filled with wedge-shaped musical notes, faintly echoing the surroundings.
The projection is wrapped with complicated music theory, extends into the void, and is connected to the entire fault. I am afraid that he is the controller here.
"Is this 'lens' your scepter?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly: "It's a good idea."
"The Grand Inquisitor's eyes are as bright as fire."
The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't expect that Ye Qingxuan would figure out his trump card so quickly.
If it is what Ye Qingxuan guessed, this etheric fault that cannot even accommodate entities and can only be entered by the projection of consciousness is actually a "lens".
A lens through which to view reality.
This old musician from the Revelation School gave up all his fighting power and even made his scepter into what it is now. He did not raise the scepter into the depths of the etheric realm like other musicians in order to get closer to the Great Source.
It's so paranoid that people can't believe it - they sacrificed the opportunity to get enlightenment from the Great Source and gain insight into the future, and what they got in exchange was a terrifying insight into the "now".