It's almost like a joke.
As the source of abyssal wisdom, these big-brained sages would actually panic and feel uneasy in front of a pinch of salt.
"What on earth is this guy Paganini thinking!"
In the silence, someone screamed: "Why was there such a big mistake? Did he deliberately let such a dangerous guy stay in our plan?"
"It's like raising a tiger to make trouble!"
"Human beings are indeed unreliable! Is Paganini planning to sell it at a price before the plan succeeds?"
Someone suggested in a low voice: "It's not too late to get out now..."
"As long as you are willing to hand over the gift of the Holy Spirit, that's all."
The mutilated head looked coldly at the unnoticed guy: "Are you scared now? Now it's just a slight disadvantage, so you can mess up. What's the use of you?"
Before he finished speaking, the face of the person who came up with the idea changed.
The next moment, the huge head exploded and turned into dust.
The other Abyss Sages seemed to have not seen it and were indifferent.
It would be better for such an idiot to die.
Their transcendent status comes from the final appointment of the Hundred Eyes. It can be said that the future of the abyss is tied to them. If they retreat at this critical moment, let alone the Holy City's pursuit of victory, even the other dark ministers will probably kill them a thousand times. Thousands of corpses.
"No need to worry, the power of the Black Knight is still in our hands."
The mutilated head murmured in a low voice: "Light the soul-returning incense! Ring the White Snake Bell! Call the Dark Lords to come! Everyone. Soon, the last core will be born from the ruins, and a new natural disaster will come to guide the future era. . The abyss is destined to live in the material world, and nothing can be changed."
"Holy!"
In the gloomy bells, the rest of the dark ministers praised in unison:
“So the holy day is at hand!”
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At the same time, at the highest point of the sea fortress, the old musician who stared at Guixu through the scepter lens let out a sigh.
Seeing the terrifying combination of "The Day of Wrath" and Ye Qingxuan's explosive power, even an old musician who had spent half his life advising Asgard couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart.
At the same time, there was also annoyance and regret.
I was too anxious.
During the still time, he lowered his eyes and repeatedly calculated this variable in his mind. In the end, he began to regret the transaction just now.
The elements of the Day of Wrath must have purification music theory as the foundation inheritance to exert their true power. He had expected this for a long time, but he never thought that the stick of destiny in Ye Qingxuan's hand turned out to be the real key.
The artifact directly awarded to the Grand Inquisitor by the Holy Cauldron actually has such terrifying lethality after being combined with the Sun of God's Wrath.
Because of this, he regretted the decision he just made.
Although the temporary crisis was relieved, he lost another card in his hand that could contain Ye Qingxuan at a critical moment. Whether this transaction was a loss or a profit, he couldn't tell.
But there is a sense of fear that I have given the tiger wings with my own hands.
I don't know whether my decision is right or wrong.
Soon, he no longer focused on this decision that might lead to catastrophe in the future, but instead focused on the other side of Xianggui Ruins, the elements rising from the battlefield like stars.
Abundance, destiny, soul, wisdom, miracle, joy, frost, harvest...
Twenty-four complex elements emerged from the burning hole in the second emperor's left eye and rose into the sky. In the end, only a blank was left in the second emperor's left eye.
But this blank void seems to be the real key.
The final element, divinity.
Since then, the twenty-fifth element has been completely combined with the second emperor's son. In the roar, it has formed the shadow of the nine worlds, and the complex World Tree has responded to the call.
After the behemoth rooted in the deepest part of the etheric world penetrated the nine-layer etheric sea, it expanded layers of music theory and terrifying power in the material world, instantly tearing apart the environment left by Ye Qingxuan and forcibly suppressing it.
Paganini, on the other hand, showed an expression of astonishment.
Unexpectedly, after a short moment, Ye Qingxuan pulled away, and the second emperor's son who had the strongest power in the scene launched a fierce attack on him!
The particularity of the changing music theory allowed him to navigate this terrifying attack with ease. He had not yet reached the limit, but he could not escape from the realm of the nine worlds.
But what he feared the most was not the second emperor's son, but Chopin, who had appeared not far away at some point.
The tattered robes were rolled up, revealing his scarred wrists, and the phantom of the saint's scepter appeared, aiming at his changing music theory from afar.
There is no need to doubt that once he has any opening, the Saint who suffered a big loss under his calculations will definitely deliver a ruthless killing blow.
In one moment, too much happened.
Many people couldn't figure out what was going on, and were even distracted by the aftermath of the battle. The fleets of various countries also retreated again and again amidst the terrifying power.
There was chaos everywhere, but in the middle of the battlefield, the silence was hair-raising.
Even the sound was swallowed up by the chaotic aftermath.
Only the salt pillars stood silently, and then they dissolved, collapsed, and collapsed under the erosion of the rain. The white salt particles flew away and made a sizzling sound when they landed on the ground. The vague black mist fell from the soil under the splashing of white salt. Rising, wailing, being rolled up to the stakes one after another, turned into firewood burning with flames.
At the very core of the battlefield, countless torture racks stand like tombstones. Some have been burned out, collapsed and broken, while others are standing amid the impact, continuously burning the music theory of the abyss and transforming into the light of the flames. Suppressing the aura of the White Knight.
For the first time, Ye Qingxuan relied on his own music theory and music to challenge a natural disaster.
The enemy is the four horsemen created by the abyss, the eternal lord who rules the eternal darkness for the Hundred Eyes, and the king of kings on earth.
"The empty, the cowardly, the betrayer..."
The white knight looked down from the war horse, his dry lips opened and closed, and his voice was low: "How dare you stand in front of me?"
The voice sounded like several voices overlapping together, and it looked extremely familiar.
"You can actually talk?"
In the electric light, Ye Qingxuan held the body of the scythe and walked around, avoiding the shadow of the elemental arrow.
But he didn't expect that the white knight could actually talk.
Being able to speak means being sensible and thinking.
A natural disaster that cannot think is obviously easier to deal with than a shrewd and cunning natural disaster.
It was obvious that under the pressure of the Scythe of Wrath, this guy was becoming more and more human, no... Ye Qingxuan's heart suddenly jumped, an incredible thought flashed across his eyes, and a cold light burst out in his eyes:
"—Who is the person talking to me?"
The white knight sneered and didn't answer. He just bent his bow. The war horse broke through the strong wind and moonlight. The elemental arrows gathered on the string. The pure elemental projection emitted a terrifying high temperature, which made Ye Qingxuan's face change.
sun.
He saw the sun pointed at him.
This familiar feeling…
It was clear that he had a murderous intention, but when he looked at the white knight, he couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect that after we said goodbye, you would resurrect from the consciousness of the natural disaster. I really didn't expect it. I'm afraid you are not the only one who is here together. Come on! We meet again, Your Majesty!"
On top of the war horse, the white knight's face changed, and a calm and intimidating face slowly emerged, staring at Ye Qingxuan coldly.
King of the Sun!