Even if the Holy Cauldron and the Hundred Eyes collide, the Moon of Silence would be able to rebalance the forces of both sides, reducing them to nothingness, not to mention the contest between Schubert and the Corrupt Black Branch?

After getting used to betting on the whole plate and prying the whole situation, Ye Qingxuan sensed for the first time that the distortion level was so powerless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The moonlight lasted only a moment before it went out.

But the timing was wonderful.

It's like two horse-drawn carriages traveling at high speed, and after they stop in the moments before they collide, the rest of the hurricane is not a cause for concern. And just when the hurricane arrives, the 'driver' of the carriage will also pay the price for his speeding.

What's more, there is Ye Qingxuan, a guy who is making a stumbling block......

If the two sides were living creatures, Ye Qingxuan would definitely not dare to play like this, but now the situation is different, no matter how complicated the music theory is, if no one operates it, it will always be inflexible.

What's more, Ye Qingxuan also has the balance music theory of the Silent Moon......

The moment he stopped, the chain reaction that was forcibly terminated brought about a terrible backlash. Violent turmoil spread from the elements on both sides.

In just an instant, a violent backlash erupted from every branch of music theory.

The staff of fate pressed down, as if holding an iron rod, beating hard, the music screamed and trembled, and almost fell apart.

The rotten black tree was instantly bounced away from its shell and fell to the ground, and on the black branches that seemed to condense the original darkness of the universe, the flowers withered and fell one by one.

The dead branches fell to the ground, bursting with the echo of steel.

In the echo, its form could no longer be maintained, and it quietly collapsed, turning into a handful of fine crumbs, and its power was greatly diminished.

Ye Qingxuan didn't care about the distress, and immediately after, he heard a deep echo from the old nun's body.

It was the wail of a broken reins and a coachman being crushed under the wheels.

In an instant, on the old nun's body, the black lines formed by the countless alchemy matrices quietly collapsed, and the blood seeped out from the pores.

The shackles set up by the Order were completely torn apart in this collision.

After losing the shackles, Schubert's scepter seemed to have lost the power it relied on, and the light faded quickly, and the last ray of light instinctively swept away the abyssal residue in the nun's body, and also healed the body that was riddled with holes.

Then, slowly and weakly, it sank into that little fire of consciousness and disappeared.

In a trance, Ye Qingxuan sensed that the subtle fire of consciousness was gradually rekindled, and under the continuation of the heavenly ladder, he seemed to see countless phantoms flashing in front of him.

Churches, Sacred Texts, Children, Sisters, Children, Icons, Prayers, Children...... Countless intricate memories flashed before my eyes, and in an instant, they returned to the fire of consciousness.

In a short moment, Ye Qingxuan seemed to have a glimpse of the old nun's life, but the speed of the streamer was extremely fast, and he didn't have time to see anything clearly.

After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, looked at the old nun who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

This time it's a big loss.

He carefully collected the debris of the rotting plant and packed it in a small paper bag, encapsulating it layer by layer, making sure that not a single remnant was missed.

Even if it has been shattered, it is still an excellent curse medium, and it only takes one grain to turn a painless curse into a nightmare that will torment a lifetime.

Those who are immersed in the negative realm of the Psalms and the Revelation faction will surely enjoy the madness it loves. What's more, there is more than that.

Even if it is waste, it has great value.

But compared to what was gained, what was lost was ...... It's a blood loss!

A rotten plant that can stab the Pope to death, coupled with the danger of his own life and the price he paid, in exchange for only an old nun who has lost all her strength, and has temporarily lost the protection of Schubert, and there is no more talisman that can save her life in the ruins.

Schubert's scepter had already been badly damaged by his own damage frame, and it would take a lot of effort to extract it from the old nun's consciousness in the future, not to mention the risks and unpredictable changes in between.

The devil knows what will happen next......

It's like using most of your net worth to make a venture investment, which may have a tenfold return in the future, but it is also ten times more likely to lose all your money.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh bitterly at himself.

"I must be crazy......"

Beside him, Oden sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and a thousand words turned into one sentence: "You are a good person." ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time.

He really didn't know if he could be a good person.

At best, he can only be considered a hypocrite...... But there is nothing wrong with hypocrites, at least they have peace of mind.

"I'll go to sleep first, and then call me when she wakes up. ”

He shook his head, feeling a splitting headache.

It's midnight, and there's still a long way to go.

Hopefully the dream won't be too long.

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In the dark, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of the torrential rain and the crying of the children.

There was a sobbing sound, as if water was dripping from the wall and falling into a pool of water.

The cold wind blew in from the corner of the wall, like a mocking chuckle.

"Mama, I'm cold. ”

It's like a child sobbing softly.

"Pray, children. ”

In the darkness, someone hugged them, stroked those wet hairs, and whispered hoarsely: "The pain will eventually pass, just pray, and one day, the gods will send down mercy and redeem us from despair." ”

The faint sound of prayer lingered in my ears.

But the sound of those breaths became weaker and weaker, and they were about to be cut off.

In the silence for a long time, someone asked softly:

"Mama, God...... Do you really love us?"

No one responded.

Some droplets of water fell to the ground and merged into the pool, but the temperature was completely different from that of other droplets.

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Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and saw the cracked ceiling.

The fire in the corner of the wall was burning vigorously, but for some reason, the chill of the dream brought to reality, and he could no longer sleep.

After a long time, a crisp voice sounded.

Outside the door, Mabel knocked on the bare door frame: "Something is wrong." ”

Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground:

"I'll come right away. ”

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In the corner of the main hall, on a simple stone bed, the old nun's breathing was short, and sweat was running down her forehead, as if she was terminally ill.

"What's going on?" Ye Qingxuan put on his robe and squeezed in.

The master of the Chant faction examined her body and replied indifferently, "Normal, her consciousness is being reorganized...... It's like a person trying to climb out of the quagmire, it takes a little time and a little effort. ”

"What if you can't climb out?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

"If you can't climb out, you'll just stay asleep. ”

The master shook his head, looking at the scars that had remained on her hands: "I don't think she will be happy when she wakes up." ”

"It's better to die than to live. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "Even if there is any medicine for her, in the ghost place of Guixu, taking care of a vegetative person is more troublesome than taking care of an ordinary person." ”

The master of the Chant faction looked at the side, and the one-legged man next to him shook his head: "In terms of consciousness, there is no medicine to help, she can only rely on herself." ”

The master from the Physiognomy School made an assertion, which made Ye Qingxuan have a little headache: "Can you help?"

"It's hard. ”

The one-legged man hesitated: "Her consciousness is too weak, if I interfere, I will be infected by my music theory...... I can reshape a blank personality, but you won't get anything. ”