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In the tight lock of his palm, Ye Qingxuan's face turned iron-blue, and he made a difficult voice: "Look at your face that is neither male nor female, I want to give you a ......"

After saying that, he couldn't help but whistle and sighed happily:

"It's cool. ”

"I treat you as an enemy on my par with me, and I give you the respect I can, and you ...... And you repay me like that?"

Paganini's expression was gloomy, and the projection of the Witch's Dance held Ye Qingxuan tightly, and his palm tightened little by little, crushing Ye Qingxuan's music theory and bones little by little.

It's like Ling Chi.

"With this kind of power, you could have escaped, but you buried your life just for a moment of refreshment. ”

Paganini muttered hoarsely: "It's always the courage of a horseman, and I don't understand the overall situation." ”

"The big picture?"

His lungs were shattered, Ye Qingxuan controlled the ether to tremble, and asked vaguely: "Do you understand?"

At that moment, Paganini was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed, and his complexion changed subtly.

But in an instant, he saw Ye Qingxuan's smile.

The fellow laughed, laughed, laughed so heartily that the broken bones that pierced his lungs trembled, and the wound spurted with pleasant blood foam.

Paganini suddenly realized, and his expression turned blue.

"Are you chasing me?"

"Hah! sure enough!" Ye Qingxuan smiled strangely: "Behind your back, there must be someone pointing you out, right?"

"What?"

Paganini's eyes were cold: "What gave you this illusion?"

"Do you need to ask?"

In the cage, the dying Ye Qingxuan shook his head slowly, his eyes full of disappointment: "Paganini, music theory is like a human, I understand the music theory of flux, and I also understand you."

Although the music theory of the transformation is powerful, it will always rely on the situation. You can't be the main body, you can only be like a vine, parasitic on something, preying and feeding on yourself.

That's your biggest weakness. ”

In Paganini's increasingly ugly expression, Ye Qingxuan's expression became more and more mocking: "In other words, your pattern is like this."

If it weren't for the death of the Hundred Eyes and the hope of replacing it, you would have found another place on the day the abyss fell, and climbed the high branches.

Someone must be behind you, stirring up your ambitions, hoping that you will be able to master the abyss and confront the Holy City—but that person may have other ideas.

Mistletoe can never become a tree, your perspective is too narrow, and you don't have the mind to dominate the abyss. Therefore, once you ascend to the throne, I am afraid that you will rely more and more on that person's plan for you, until that person lifts you up, and you become a puppet, and the abyss...... became his tool!"

Syllable!

Ye Qingxuan's voice stopped abruptly, Paganini slowly retracted his palms, and his eyes became hideous: "Maybe who you are talking about, but you can't see that day." ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"You still don't understand what I'm best at?"

What is he best at?

Do you need to ask?

Of course, it's Ye's stunt - if you can't beat it, you'll be called someone!

At that moment, the ring on his fingertips glowed with a faint light.

And on the sea in the distance, a ray of golden light echoed and swept in!

That's Long Wei!

Swept dragon power!

Countless apparitions emerged from the dragon's might, and they praised in unison: "Only this is dedicated to the great and supreme emperor." May God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me!"

The majestic march was once again played from this foreign land, and the melody of the emperor's coronation echoed over the ruins.

The music theory of the Golden Chapter of Victory emerges from the dragon's might, and the outline of the golden dragon is outlined.

"Long Wei, this can't ......"

Paganini stared at the sweeping Long Wei in astonishment, he knew Ye Qingxuan's details better than anyone else, and naturally he would investigate Anglu's affairs clearly.

Although there were many secrets and vacancies, he could guess that Anglo's Homeland Defense Front was able to defeat Vitan and definitely had the power to fight against the natural disaster.

With the blessing of Long Wei, Ye Qingxuan can and can act like a demigod.

But the Homeland Defense Front has its own flaws.

The terror system that relies on the leylines is also limited to the leylines.

As long as it is in Anglo's territory, the Homeland Defense Front is naturally everywhere, but once it leaves Angru, then the Homeland Defense Front is beyond its reach.

But this is by no means the land of Anglo, and it is also thousands of miles away from the sea of Anglo!

But now, Long Wei's power was able to reach here?

Could it be that for hundreds of years, the Anglo people have been expanding their landlines in the shadows at any cost?

But soon, his gaze fell on the sea in the distance, and it was suddenly clear.

In the center of the Royal Navy, above the flagship Sovereign, the slowly rising co-ordinator and massive machinery burst into flames, like pillars supporting the sky, extending towards the sky.

Originally...... So!

"Ladder!"

His expression contorted, and an angry voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

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At this moment, in the middle of the night in Avalon, the sleeping city is silent.

But in the reflection of the ocean, the whole city was brightly lit, like the sun, and the brilliant dragon power spread like a tide, rendering the entire sea surface golden and glowing.

Hall of the Thrones.

As if hearing a call from afar, on the throne, the sleeping girl raised her eyes slightly, held the scepter in her hand, returned to the ruins, and bowed her head slightly:

"Yes. ”

And so, the heavens on earth burst into a roaring melody.

The impassioned golden chapter of victory was played.

The phantom of the golden beast emerged from the void behind her, roared, turned into a streamer, and rose from the surface of the sea with endless dragon power, dragging the long tail of the dragon might, turning into a meteor, and galloping towards the ruins.

In the blink of an eye, the border is close at hand.

But the speed of the golden beast did not stop, but accelerated. At the same time, above the border, the dilapidated fishing boat suddenly cracked, and a huge coordinator slowly rose from the hull.

The strange choriom is like a lighthouse floating on the sea, but instead of light, the lighthouse emits a low melody!

That's the repeater of the Aether Web!

At this moment, what is running from it is Ye's Ladder Music Theory!

Spanning seven series, it runs unhindered.

Thousands of miles away, the resonance is the same.

The music theory that was originally sleeping in the Ye family's bloodline, under Ye Qingxuan's design, has been engraved in the alchemy matrix of the ether net and has become its main body.

At this moment, under the resonance of the ladder, in an instant, the golden beast roared past with the endless dragon might, using it as a springboard, and crossed to the next jumping platform.

A hundred miles away, the merchant ships that deviated from the course slowly took place, and the cargo ship from the East Tianzhu Trading Company once again raised a new co-ordination, calling for the golden beast, carrying the power of natural disasters for him, and guiding the truth ahead.

Hundreds of ships were already in place along the way, and in the snap of a finger, the music theory of the Aether Web stretched outward from the heavenly kingdom on earth, and threw it straight to the ruins along one end after another.

Every endpoint is every resonance.

The endless dragon power is like a golden stream of light, running through the relay co-ordination one by one, and the glorious river of light tears through the night, carrying infinite power, rushing into the distance.

Thousands of miles long lights one after another.

All the repeaters produced by the Royal Research Institute in January walked on this sea area, guiding Long Wei step by step, and finally, into the bridge of the Sovereign.

At that moment, the light flame erupted, and under the guidance of the power ring, it was thrown into Ye Qingxuan's arms.

Ye Qingxuan's ether fluctuations continued to rise, and since the master-level instantly broke through into the realm of the scepter, it went up again, up, and up, and finally, he entered the realm of natural disasters.

A dazzling aura emerged from the top of Ye Qingxuan's head, like a crown of scorching sun.

The figure of the golden hound turned from virtual to real, and the arrogant and ruthless hound stood high above the sky, casting an indifferent glance and overlooking the ruins.

So, Ye Qingxuan smiled, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Paganini:

"--Old Fei, him!"