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A jaw-dropping tree!

In the outflow layer, Ye Qingxuan couldn't even spy on its full picture, and could only deduce through the shadow that covered the entire Holy City under it, how terrifying the behemoth was its body.

The terrifying giant tree sprouted from the abyss, extended from the Aether Realm, spanned the nine layers of the Aether Sea, and came to the Material Realm in a purely musical way, rooted in the barrier of the Holy City.

It's like being planted in the soil.

All the abyssal music theories that Ye Qingxuan saw were just its tentacles. Those complicated and scattered abyssal music theories are filled with the alchemy matrix of the outflow layer, which seems to be chaotic and scattered, but in fact contains a certain rhythm and rules.

The grass snake gray line, the veins are thousands of miles.

In this way, it draws on the power of the Holy City, giving birth to new seeds, and if it pulls on the most crucial of them, it causes a terrible chain reaction that causes chaos to dissipate and giant trees to emerge.

Thousands of demons that had grown in the vesicles withered along with the vast dark forest, drained by the giant tree, and there was not even a trace of ash left.

It was conceived ahead of time, like an angry premature baby, with its eyes open with resentment.

Even so, it was beyond Ye Qingxuan's limit.

Even if it belonged to the same abyss, the Great Demons did not dare to get so close to it, but instead avoided its branches in a panic, for fear that it would suck itself dry under its anger.

Its appearance represents Ye Qingxuan's complete rout.

The absolute difference in strength has settled the dust.

It's a foregone conclusion, and nothing can be changed.

Just saw that shadow, and on the ground, all living beings felt a visceral fear.

"Teacher...... Is that...... What?"

On the ground, the young musician who had been expecting Ye Qingxuan to be able to reverse the crisis had already sat on the ground, his eyes reflecting the huge shadow of the tree, full of despair.

Even his heart twisted into a ball of fear.

Don't dare to look again.

"That's the Dark Ones, child. ”

The old musician looked up at its existence and murmured weakly, "Legend has it that the first masterpiece of the Mother of Darkness dedicated to the Hundred Eyes - Abyssal Black Branch Monty.

It is the gatekeeper of the abyss, rooted in the turbid currents of the Aether, guarding the territory for the Hundred Eyes. Of all the dark ministers, it was the eldest. The golden age of mankind in just 500 years is nothing compared to it......"

The holy city trembled and roared.

The old musician laughed miserably and bowed his head, got up from the ground, looked down at the huge crack in his chest, reached out, took out a liver with a metallic texture from it, and put it into the young man's hand.

The young man was stunned.

"This is the Ether Furnace of the Inheritor, and all my copies of music theory are in it. With a palm dried-up with blood, he gently stroked the young man's black hair. The old man smiled: "Victor, from today onwards, the Fog Gate School will be handed over to you." ”

Victor looked at him blankly: "Teacher......"

"Run, kid. ”

The old musician smiled and looked up at the vast shadow that had enveloped the city.

He muttered softly.

"Run, run as far as you can......"

Legend has it that there was once a tree in the Cloud Tower that was able to produce beautiful flowers.

Twice a year, when the flowering season arrives, the countless pink petals flutter in the air and fall one after another.

The poet says that it is a thrilling beauty.

But its beauty is built on the remains of the dead, cruel and terrifying. It is said that the more corpses buried under the tree, the more delicate the flowers will be.

Because that's the color left behind by the souls of the dead.

This is nothing more than the words of a novelist.

But now, Ye Qingxuan feels that maybe what the legend says is true.

Isn't this monster in front of you also looking for more corpses?

It's just that it's still in gestation, and it's already interrupted by itself, and it can't bloom anymore.

"Is this premature?"

Ye Qingxuan chuckled, "I didn't expect to poke down such a big basket, I'm really embarrassed." ”

The white moon struggled, and the light dimmed.

Ye Qingxuan asked: "When we met for the first time, I didn't expect it to be greeted in such an unfriendly way, isn't everyone polite in the abyss, this 'Monty' lord?"

Answering him were countless tightened branches, and the moon rings burst open cracks under the pressure of the branches, and almost collapsed completely.

One root after another penetrated strongly, ruthlessly piercing the chapter of fate.

It was only at this moment that a distorted and huge face slowly emerged from the countless wriggling and interweaving like tree roots.

It looks like a human being, but it looks like something else.

"It's you? ”

The abyss eye on that face spied on Ye Qingxuan's music theory, and it seemed to be sudden.

"Is your next sentence unlike: Ye Qingxuan, I recognize you?" Ye Qingxuan blinked curiously: "Then don't you see that I am a talented and beautiful jade, and you want to recruit me?"

"Soliciting you?hahahaha, interesting offer!"

Just the laughter made Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter tremble, almost collapsed, and the unshakable killing intent spread.

Monty's root beard Le Li cruelly pulled Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter, tearing apart the bell tower blessing one by one, like opening the crappy wrapping paper on a cheap gift box.

No pity.

"Where do I dare to recruit you? Ye Qingxuan, you have already maddened Paganini. ”

It chuckled, "At least four of the current Dark Ministers hate you to the bone. There are two people who have already suffered at your hands...... Do you think that a person will show mercy to your men?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Don't! You think about it again! You see that I am so young and talented, if I go to the abyss, I will definitely be a material that can be made in the future!"

"Maybe someone else will come here and show mercy to your men. It's a pity that I'm not human, I don't have much love for talent, and your tricks are of little use to me. So ......"

He paused and said indifferently: "It's better to kill a scourge like you sooner." ”

Collapse!

The last bell tower blessing shattered.

Even without the need for the tree to be destroyed again, Ye Qingxuan's fictional chapter of fate collapsed on its own, retreating to the realm of the heart music chapter, and even the 'vacuum' that maintained the existence of his own consciousness was unsustainable.

Monty was unmoved, and the roots were cruelly tearing at his music theory, one after another, cautious and cold, as if he were cutting off someone's finger one by one.

Followed by limbs, and it had to open its chest, dig out its heart, split its head, and burn its brain to ensure that Ye Qingxuan would die an inescapable death.

Not a single gap in the counterattack will leave him behind!

"Hey, there's no need to be so vicious, right?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed hard, and the figure that had been transformed trembled and was about to dissipate.

The internal structure of the heart music has begun to crumble under the pull of the roots, and the thousands of tiny roots are viciously entangled in it, pulling out the notes one by one, and brutally cutting off the music theory one by one.

It's like crushing a person from beginning to end and burning them to ashes.

Leave no dross.

It was at that moment that a faint mist emerged from the outflow layer, intertwining into a faint outline of the door.

The strange and ethereal music theory actually penetrated the barrier of the outflow layer, and from the outside in, the enchantment was regarded as nothing, and it opened a path lightly.

Just behind the core of the Abyssal Twigs.

Something is coming!

Monty's tree was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly turned around, only to see a burning light.

It was the magnificent brilliance that burst out from the burning chapter of fate.

Even if it was as small as dust compared to a behemoth like the Dark Lords, this dust was like iron sand, burning angrily and bursting out with blazing light.

It was only at this moment that the roar that broke through the air and resounded in the holy city like thunder.

Thunder in the sky!

"The Demon Suffers !! Death"

A hoarse and old voice sounded, and in the old man's body, the chapter of fate was turbulent, and even his own body was ignited. Flames erupted from his mouth and nose, and his eyes burst with blazing light.

He burned and rushed towards Monty.

"Hubris......

Monty let out a disdainful voice, the roots bent, and the abyssal music burst out, slamming down towards that little light.

So, the light was extinguished.

It's like crushing a firefly.

But at that moment, the roots of the black branches of the abyss were in the air!

Empty!

As the chapter of fate blew itself up, it was empty, and no one was there.

At that moment, the fog door opened again, and the figure passed through the layers of dark music theory, and actually took the blow hard, desperately pounced on Ye Qingxuan, stretched out his hand, and carefully protected the broken moonlight into his arms.

Let the roots of anger pierce into the shell.

Burning blood dripped from his face and fell into his arms, blazing and painful.

The music theory of the abyss was like a thorn, tearing at his flesh and tearing his fateful chapter apart.

"Are you...... Who?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he had never seen this battered old man, and he didn't expect that there would be someone who was willing to burn the chapter of fate, willing to face an opponent like the Abyss Black Branch, and gamble on the 1 in 10,000 chance to save himself.

When the old man heard his voice, he smiled hard and did not speak.

The smile was awkward and pleasant, as if he felt like he had done something great.

"Let's go......"

In the erosion of the roots of the abyss, he used the last of his strength to gently push the moonlight forward.

In his shell, the chapter of fate completely fell apart, but the remaining trace of power finally opened a small ground fog door in the outflow layer.

A void to the outside world.

Let's go.

Let's go.

The old musician smiled, and let the branches of the abyss sprout from his body and pierce out of his facial features, but his eyes were extremely relieved and satisfied.

It's good, that's very good.

After exhausting this mediocre life, I don't have the courage to be a hero, but at least, this will die and leave the seed of a hero for this world.

Syllable!

His smile stiffened.

A sharp branch stabbed out of his chest, pierced through his heart and lungs, and stretched forward, branches growing, entangled in the moonlight in front of the fog gate, and stopped it in place.

Even if it's only a millimeter away from the fog gate.

One step away.

Indifferently crushed the fog door, Monti looked at him coldly:

"You think you saved him?"

Blood poured out of the broken lungs and poured into the mouth. The old musician looked regretfully at the dissipating fog gate and lowered his head.

"I am...... Want to give it a try...... It's a pity ......"

The old musician sighed angrily and laughed self-deprecatingly: "At least...... Die decently ......"

He said, "I'm sorry. ”

In the distance, the young man screamed in pain, and the roots of the abyss completely tore the old musician apart, leaving not a single bone behind.

Blood rained.

Fall above the White Moon.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, staring gloomily at the place where the old musician was last place.

Before he died, the old musician said to himself, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I couldn't save you.

But I should say that I am sorry for myself.

He bowed his head in shame.

But on the ground, the young man who held the last relic of the teacher did not leave, he ran in the abyssal city, wept, screamed with all his strength, and rushed into the sky crookedly, crashing into the black shadow that covered the sky.

I want to avenge my teacher.

Monti was expressionless, and a tentacle swept out.

The young man was broken.

Only the metal viscera that was originally in his hand fell from the sky, and the last inheritance of the Fog Gate School fell to pieces on the steel ground.

The echo of despair and anger echoed in the silent city.

Woke up the pupils that couldn't bear to look at it.

In the dead silence of the city, the silent musicians clenched their fists.

"Have mercy on me, O God. ”

Someone whispered softly and prayed one last time.

"Please show me where heaven is. ”

Then, a blazing light suddenly lit up from his shell, in this dark and dead city.

In the darkness, like the morning star rising.

He flew from the earth to the sky, and his heart roared, like the young man just now, and he was arrogant and sent bars at the enemy.

Rush to that impossible enemy.

Immediately after that, there is the second and third courses......

In this dead city, among the blood and the dead, someone stood up, clenched his sword and weapon, and rose in a steady stream.

Like moths to a fire, one after another crashed into the shadows of the abyssal trees.

They provoked the behemoth in front of them with no measure of strength, and then they were torn apart with understatement, leaving behind burning blood, which was sprinkled in the city, bringing with it a brief and small bleak light.

O God, I surrender my soul to you, have mercy on me.

Please show me where heaven is.

And then, like that, it goes to death.

Ye Qingxuan didn't look over his head, he couldn't bear to look at it again.

"This is your savior?"

Monty looked at him in confusion, couldn't help but laugh, and shook his head self-deprecatingly: "I was frightened by what Paganini said, and I thought you had some other tricks to turn the tables." ”

"Actually, he didn't have to come to my rescue. ”

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and whispered, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have died like this...... No value......"

"Looks like I'm expecting too much from you. ”

Monty shook his head, and the huge giant tree shook suddenly, and the roots that were several times more than just now stretched out from the shadow, piercing into the enchantment of the Holy City, and completely turning this behemoth into the soil where he lived.

"You know what?"

Monty suddenly heard Ye Qingxuan's voice: "Among the "Temple", my favorite is the Book of Matthew, Chapter 3. (To be continued.) )