Rumble!

In the loud noise, the rain curtain was cut by the sharp air current, and countless rain and mist rose into the air and flew in all directions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The huge armor burst in front of Ye Qingxuan and fell apart.

Countless pieces of iron flew and wedged deep into the stone, and there were a large number of fragments whistling towards Ye Qingxuan, but when they got close to Ye Qingxuan's body, there was a faint black gas rising from his robe, and with a gentle twist, the kinetic energy of the fragments disappeared without a trace, dissipating into iron sand under the dark mist, blending into the torrential rain and falling to the ground.

In the end, those iron sand had already piled up under Ye Qingxuan's feet into a straight line, and the wisps of red and metallic cold light were blurred from the heavy rain.

Twisted steel wreckage was everywhere.

The rain fell on the wreckage like grease on a scorching piece of iron, from which a red flame ablaze, and spread down the pool of water to the ground.

The form of flame is given to the quality of water, and under the force of nature interference, the rules of the material world have been distorted by the gravitational pull of music theory.

Torrential rain turned into a weapon.

It's like the iron sand in Nigel's hand, even if there is only one grain, under the guidance of the change formula, can exert a terrible effect.

It's just that the change formula becomes a property interference.

Where the moonlight shone, all the rain turned into Ye Qingxuan's sharp blade. You don't even need to move, just stand still, and the rainstorm containing the nature of interference will seep into the power armor.

Immediately afterwards, the ladder of heaven came across, and the inextricably linked moonlight threads were connected to the alchemy matrix, and the music theory was eroded.

Outflow layer, cambium layer, active layer, creative layer.

The structure between the four layers was completely disrupted, and the wiring of countless matrices was haphazardly combined in one place, the cycle was overloaded, the cooling system collapsed, and finally, the Aether furnace exploded in the layers of protection.

In just a few seconds, the power armor that is being driven by an overload will turn into a molten steel melting furnace.

There is the clothes of original sin to let go, when facing opponents below the master level, Ye Qingxuan can ignore the quantity, go all out, focus on attacking, Jiuxiao Huanpei itself is a rare weapon, after Ye Qingxuan advanced to the dream weaver, the core music theory has also been conceived again, and the timbre is becoming clearer and clearer.

The wisps of dragon chant lingered in the torrential rain for a long time and slowly dissipated.

The last one in the way fell apart.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't see joy, but frowned.

Although the battle between the two sides was short, it was about five minutes, enough for other places to send reinforcements, or the strong people inside to react, and this was not only the summer palace, but also the scene of the queen's coronation, and the vigilance would definitely not relax.

But now, there is still dead silence in the manor.

Only the dim light in the crystal jumped, and through the heavy rain curtain, the dim light was refracted and faintly brought a trace of strange turquoise, and the whole solemn silence was hair-grabbing.

Ye Qingxuan stepped into it.

But along the way, I didn't see any living people at all.

People are dead.

On the periphery of the manor, whether it was the entourage of the spectators, the attendants of the manor, or the majestic and solemn honor guard, they had all fallen into the rain at this moment.

There were no wounds on his body, and his bare skin was pale and dry, like inferior paper, swollen to the point of being unsightly after absorbing the rain.

Typical black musician kills people.

With the mist formed by the abyssal music theory, they can easily drain the lives of mortals, as simple as taking a straw and drinking a drink.

The deeper you go, the more dead bodies there are.

In the silent palace, there was only the footsteps of Ye Qingxuan alone, and everyone fell to the ground, with a sweet smile on the corner of their mouths, as if they were immersed in a sweet dream.

Only the wonderful aroma in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

The taste of blood.

There was a faint echo of singing.

"Please go tell Aunt Luo Di...... Please go and tell Aunt Luo Di...... Please go and tell Aunt Luo Di......"

The faint song whispered in his ear: "The old gray goose has died." ”

Ye Qingxuan turned his head suddenly.

Behind him, nothing.

Only the sound of a girl's laughter lingered in my ears:

"She died in the mill pond...... She died in the mill pond...... She died in the mill pond...... Right in front of her......"

It's Mary.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the last door.

At that moment, he almost suffocated.

In a trance, it was as if the scarlet wind was blowing from the cruel execution ground behind the door.

All of them died.

Fragmented.

On the walls, on the crystal lamps, on the floor, even the bones that were somewhat blue still sat in their places, solemn, but the flesh and internal organs shed from the bones like clothing, blooming like flowers.

Strange flowers of flesh and blood bloomed all over every corner.

It's like a surgeon who dismantles all human shells with brutal dissection, then removes the decayed and corrupted internal organs, corrects the deformed organs, and leaves the most perfect parts to make the filthy flesh take on a different beauty.

The color of crimson is everywhere.

Blood dripped from the corpses like streams and fell onto the red carpet beneath his feet, making the red carpet more and more vivid, like red mold parasitic on the floor, stepping on it, like falling into a mire, bringing an uncomfortable sticky touch.

Ye Qingxuan walked forward in silence and looked around.

The face is expressionless.

He's late.

In the silence, his steps suddenly froze and stopped in place.

When he lowered his head, he saw that his ankle was grasped by a hand, and on the ground, the corpse with his face cut off raised his head, and the muscles of his face stretched as if to evoke a faint smile.

But behind those layers of muscle bundles, wisps of black mist seeped out.

In an instant, there seemed to be hundreds of fountains in the hall.

All the corpses spewed out a large amount of black mist, which filled everything in an instant, and the black mist engulfed all the light, bringing a disgustingly thick abyssal aura.

Nightmare Mist.

And in that mist, which was arranged by the power of an unknown number of black musicians, one huge aether fluctuation after another suddenly emerged.

Countless music theories intertwined out of thin air, converging in one place, which was the same source of power, inheriting the will of the dark lord, and at this moment, with their resonance, the nightmare fog further evolved, turning into a hellish realm.

In other words, at this moment, Ye Qingxuan had fallen into a blockade that was close to the Scepter Realm. And in the mist, faint shadows emerged, each with an aether fluctuation as powerful as a dark star.

The Great Demon ......

Each of them is the final form formed by the Black Musician after the transformation of the Abyss, and the pseudo-scepter of the Abyss element has been endowed with the Great Demon of Shepherd the People of the Hundred Eyes!

During the blockade, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, there's a lot of people. ”

He looked around and sighed softly, "Sixteen Great Demons, although your strength has skyrocketed a lot after experiencing the Abyss Gift, but with so many of them, you have to collect all the black musicians in Anglo, right......?"

Thanks to the Lord of the Darkness, how fortunate it is to gather the power of the entire Anglo Black Musician to deal with me. ”

Boom!

The moon wheel above Ye Qingxuan's head fluctuated under the erosion of the mist.

In the elemental realm of the Hell Scepter, Ye Qingxuan had been completely cut off from the ether realm - his resonance with the Silent Moon had been cut off.

His complexion changed slightly.

The Lord of the Shadows has indeed pinpointed his greatest weakness.

What he is best at has always been relying on the ladder, taking advantage of the situation, defending and counterattacking.

From a business point of view, he is an out-and-out speculator, after identifying the weakness, like a loan, he leverages a massive amount of funds that exceed his own capital by dozens of times, and completely defeats the enemy with a single blow, filling the loopholes and high interest rates with profits.

In contrast, the average industrialist musician is often difficult to resist under the onslaught of external funds, but speculators like him also have fatal weaknesses.

In addition to being difficult to endure and requiring tedious and delicate skills, he is too dependent on the 'market' of the 'etheric realm'.

Once he strips off the external environment and starts to count the actual assets and liabilities, Ye Qingxuan will only have his own assets in his hands - although he is still of excellent quality in this regard, it is not comparable to the original scale at all, and he will even be tied up and unable to launch an offensive.

Now, if it weren't even for the Nine Heavens Ring, he wouldn't even be able to sense the Aether Sea now.

In a closed city, you can confront 16 companies whose assets are many times larger than you are? No stupid businessman would do such a thing, not to mention that the officials in this environment are not friendly to themselves......

Ye Qingxuan sighed, rubbed his eyebrows with a little headache, and asked:

"Can anyone tell me where Mary has gone?"

No one responded.

The famous name of the 'Hand of God' is in front, and there are even countless lessons from the past, I don't know how many black musicians have a tragic fate to prove that there is no good end for those who talk to this guy.

What's more, this guy is now the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition. The camp contradictions between the two sides have been doomed to life and death, and water and fire are incompatible.

From the unknown black musician to the big demon on the Megatron side, none of the people present were stupid, and they would never dare to underestimate Ye Qingxuan, not to mention that there was an order from the dark lord in advance, and at this moment, there was no one who planned to communicate.

Even after Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, everyone resonated in one place, and the sixteen 'Hell Realms' where the etheric fluctuations were intertwined with each other were violently turbulent, evolving into a round of pitch-black scorching sun.

The terrifying pressure of countless music theories intertwined and evolved was pressed down the dark and scorching sun. It is necessary to directly act on Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter and lock up all his ability to resist. Crush all music theory with pure force, and don't give him any chance to borrow strength.

Ye Qingxuan did not move.

Countless notes flashed across the cloak of original sin, and the realm of the Holy Realm appeared out of thin air, enveloping the body, and withstood the pressure of the Scepter of Hell.

Under the suppression of the dark day, the invisible barrier was also covered with layers of faint ripples, and it could not be supported for long.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing, stretched out his hand, groped out a pack of unopened cigarette rolls from his pocket, skillfully unpacked the package with a few fingers, picked it up, tilted his head and lit it, took a deep breath, spit out the dissipated smoke, and then took off the cigarette roll and slowly raised his head.

"You all know I'm the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, right?"

No one responded, but in the mist, the aether fluctuations became more and more furious.

The dark sun suddenly fell three inches!

Countless abyssal music theories intertwined, distorting the material realm in turmoil, forming a vague black flame.

A shrill noise rang out, and countless fissures emerged from the sacred barrier.

Collapse is imminent.

"Looks like you know?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded clearly: "Then why do you think ...... I'm going to leave so many thugs out and fight with you alone?"

Before the words fell, a loud bang roared.

From the sky.

Countless thunderbolts suddenly exploded in the torrential rain.

Electricity danced like a serpent, filling the heavens and the earth.

The hurricane emerged from behind the clouds like a torrent, slicing through the iron-like black clouds and the sky, and even briefly tore apart the fog that shrouded the Anglo sky, revealing a narrow burst of skylight.

The stars are like the sea.

And in the midst of the stars like a sea, a behemoth broke through the clouds and roared violently towards the earth.

- Nomadic Mountain!