The wind and sand came from nowhere, the cold waning moon hung high, and in the depths of the dark canopy, Crowley felt that something was born that was not under his control.

It was a turquoise glow, like a ghost fire.

A pair, a pair, another pair......

There are wolves coming out of the darkness.

Hundreds of silver arcs of light lit up from the darkness. Huge wolves emerged from the darkness, silently, like nightmares arriving from an unknown place.

Anyone who is stared at by them will feel the hairs in their hearts. The wolf flute's scepter was fully unfurled, and each of them was a presence that was not inferior to that silver wolf.

Moreover, it will only be stronger.

The wolf that had been following the wolf flute all along, as if it were just a scout to scout the enemy. And in the frenzied melody that signaled the beginning of the hunt, suddenly a terrible and majestic wolf howl sounded from the depths of the wolves.

It was the Wolf King who gave the order.

- The hunt begins!

In an instant, the cold chill spread in all directions, and the criss-crossing arc light roared in!

Crowley's contempt finally faded, his expression was solemn, and his hands clenched suddenly.

In the darkness, hoarse screams burst out. The chaotic piano melody was like steel rubbing against each other, bursting out of the dark sky one after another, and the solemn and hoarse chant sounded.

Above his head, the well of the abyss burst open.

The endless power extracted from the abyss engulfed Crowley in an instant, and beneath the round and dark well of the abyss, Crowley was clothed in the cloak of original sin, bathed in the darkness that had condensed into substance.

Behind him, the phantom of the true image slowly manifested.

It was a giant tree with a human face.

It is rooted in the rotten soil of the abyss, and bears a hundred branches and fruits, all rotting furs and fresh organs. A hundred branches held those strange flesh and blood like hands. There are different forces in the mix.

And just above the trunk of the tree, there was a strange white face.

The left eye is pitch black, but the right eye is densely covered with strange compound eyes, and the small pupils scan the surroundings irregularly, and where the eyes sweep, everything becomes weirdly translucent. Revealing his bones and blood, he looks like a skinned specimen.

It's just that he was looked at by that compound eye, but the most threatening thing was the dark left eye. Evil light burst out from his left eye, just being watched, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was in a trance, and he was almost robbed of his mind.

In the hoarse and cold chant, the boiling sins of the abyss were called, and the giant tree with a human face drew on the dark will, and it seemed to flourish. Misshapen and eerie, countless branches grabbing at the silver wolves that appeared out of thin air like arms.

Wherever the withered branches passed, the air was left with a dark residue, like the remnants of countless evil thoughts. Under the strong malicious oppression, the melody of the Wolf Flute's Destiny Chapter was almost faintly chaotic and unable to hold itself.

It's like a light and jumping melody with a strange noise of interference suddenly appearing. In the cold chant, fanatical dark will burst out one after another. Like the tide of the sea, it slammed into the foundation of the wolf's flute scepter, and also oppressed those strange silver wolves.

A dark hymn written by fallen musicians in praise of the Hundred Eyes, "The Sins of Old Decay". In that hoarse chant, it was as if he had come to the holy car of the Hundred Eyes.

Even if the Holy Spirit is silent, the will of the abyss, which gathers all the frenzy, will forcibly suppress all the melodies, making it difficult for them to play and collapse on their own.

The wolf flute's body shook, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The arc light of the wolves flew through the air. A steady stream of flashes flashed from Crowley's side, but under the shadow of the human-faced giant tree, a hundred branches swept across, and even if it was stained with a trace of sin, the jackal would spasm uncontrollably. Quickly out of control, rotting. Eventually, it is pierced by the roots of the tree and becomes the nourishment for the growth of the giant tree.

With the loss of the silver wolf, the expression of the wolf flute became more and more ugly. With each silver wolf breaking, a crack cracks open in his Nay flute. They were all part of the Scepter Realm, and the death of the Silver Wolf was undoubtedly a blow to the Scepter.

On the other hand, Crowley, the Cloak of Original Sin opens the well of the abyss, and can obtain almost a steady stream of replenishment, once it is infected by the beast, he does not hesitate to cut off the damaged part, and then reborn again, almost invincible.

He was battling the wolf flute, forcibly crushing him with his years of attainment in the field of scepters.

The wolf flute frowned, and the melody of the Flute of Ney in his hand became more and more poignant.

Suddenly, a giant wolf at the head of the team swelled suddenly, gathered the power of the staff, and etherealized it as if it had turned into smoke, and in an instant, it pounced towards Crowley.

This time it didn't flash next to Crowley, but ran wildly, incredibly fast.

Along the way, all the branches of the withered hands swept through. But the silver wolf was as ethereal as smoke, and had no substance at all. The moment the branches swept over, they collapsed and then regained their integrity, like an untouchable ghost.

In an instant, the silver wolf swooped in its face, its sharp teeth like a shadow opened, and pounced on the human-faced giant tree, biting down on its face, tearing it off entirely.

The giant tree let out a baby-like cry, shook its body, and suffered a fatal blow.

But in the shadows, Crowley suddenly showed a cruel smile.

Finally, it's hooked!

In an instant, the branches of the giant tree suddenly retracted, like a hug formed by thousands of pairs, and hugged the silver wolf that turned the void into reality, and then from that shattered face, the enchantment emerged, sealing the silver wolf that gathered all the power of the wolf flute.

In this short moment, the wolf flute's face turned pale and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

In the next instant, he could forcibly withdraw his strength and call the silver wolf out again.

But will Crowley give him that chance?

The answer is......

No!

It was at that moment that Crowley smiled strangely, and harnessed the viscous darkness that turned into substance, and the darkness turned into a giant hand, grabbing the wolf flute's head.

The power of the Cloak of Original Sin sealed all his surroundings, sealing all his retreats in an instant, holding him back in place, difficult to dodge.

The wolf flute's expression froze.

But then, the hand of darkness tore apart the illusion.

The air fluctuated, and the figure of the wolf flute turned into light. Disappeared without a trace.

And in the position of the wolf flute, among the layers of blockade and killing, it is a white-haired young man. The young man closed his eyes and played the Nine Heavens Ring, and when he noticed Crowley's sluggish expression, he raised his pupils and smiled slightly:

"That's right. It's me. ”

It wasn't until now that Crowley found out...... Ye Qingxuan actually integrated the meaning of his music into the scepter of the wolf flute, pinning it on the waning moon in the sky!

Damn it!

When did they start in tune?!

Crowley was beginning to doubt his eyes: this guy was a full-fledged musician! How could a third-order musician be in tune with a scepter! They were so well in harmony that the two of them were like one person, completely deceiving his eyes.

And, more crucially......

If he's here, where is the wolf flute?

At that moment, there was a long howl again.

Under that round of the waning moon, among the wolves. A fierce and huge figure slowly walked out.

The Wolf King appears!

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan almost couldn't believe his eyes: it was a swarthy boy with a **** upper body and scars all over his body!

Among the guards of the wolves, he stood high on the throne of the wolf lord, and in his eyes was the light of turquoise phosphorus fire that was indistinguishable from the wolves, exuding blood and cruelty.

His face resembled that of a wolf's flute, and Ney's flute turned into a wolf's tooth and hung from his neck. in his body. It is the power of the scepter in its true form.

With the cruel moon hanging above his head, he looked down at Crowley. He grinned like a wolf.

It was at that moment that he roared, commanded the wolves, harnessed the silver light, and broke through the sky.

The roar was like the roar of a pack of wolves.

Worst!

In a state of astonishment. Crowley didn't care about Ye Qingxuan, who could be pinched to death as long as he could do it casually, and turned around, wanting to block the wolf flute.

But what is fatal now is that all the power of the Cloak of Original Sin is used to shackle Ye Qingxuan's body, and it is powerless to provide him with any protection at all! At this moment, he ...... Unprecedented vulnerability!

The body of the wolf flute lit up with a cold silver light.

Immediately afterward, his strange figure turned out to be like a phantom beast, instantly migrating from the material realm into the etheric realm, and then from the etheric realm.

In an instant, he was close!

Then, he stretched out his hand!

Crowley screamed.

Under the tearing of the wolf flute's hands, his chest was completely cut open, and his internal organs seemed to be bitten by wolves in an instant, completely turning into a mess of rotten meat. Visceral destruction!

Immediately afterwards, the bitter wolf venom followed the connection and invaded the abyss music theory in his body, erupting from the inside out, and in the midst of countless wolf packs, the music theory was destroyed!

In the blink of an eye, the flesh was shattered and fell off, and Crowley turned into a tragic white bone, completely cut off from the abyss. He opened his throat with difficulty and made a hoarse voice:

"Wait ......"

Syllable!

His skull was shattered, his brains were bursting, and the fire of his soul that resided in his skull was completely extinguished.

Crowley, dead for all!

The Cloak of Original Sin lost its owner, and the dark sky shattered, and the endless darkness was swept away.

The wolf flute staggered back, and almost fell to the ground, the power of the scepter faded, the wolves disappeared, and the emaciated boy's appearance changed rapidly, returning to his original appearance.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to hold him and looked at him with a complicated look in his eyes: "What happened just now, what happened?

"Hey, let you see it?"

The wolf flute smiled hard: "That...... I guess that's what I used to be. Don't be afraid, I'm not a demon, just a child raised by a wild wolf.

Mature men always have a bit of a black history, so don't ask anymore. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and didn't ask again.

Without the protection of the dark canopy, the black musicians had to resist Faust's power with their own fate, and in an instant, they fell into decline, and in an instant, two abyssal masters were besieged to death.

The winner is decided.

It's just that Ye Qingxuan is still taking care of the wolf flute, looking around, and the uneasiness in his heart has never been able to dissipate.

"Wolf Flute, did you really kill that Crowley?" he asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, will I be merciful?"

The wolf flute pursed his lips: "That guy is a waste wood who can be promoted by an artifact, without the protection of the artifact, if he falls into my hands, he will definitely die thoroughly, and he will not even leave a trace of spiritual imprint."

Don't worry, even if their god wants to resurrect him, he can't help it. ”

"But ......"

Ye Qingxuan's lips opened and closed, and before he finished speaking, he felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and he couldn't help but pull the wolf flute and quickly retreat.

It was at that moment that a pitch-black shadow suddenly rose from under his feet and merged into the body of a black musician.

Immediately afterward, the black musician's strength skyrocketed, and in an instant, he stood up to the thunder and fire of destruction, stretched out his hand, and suddenly grabbed the head of a master.

The five fingers are closed, and the skull is shattered.

In an instant, the master from the Dragonstone School died tragically at his hands. Immediately afterward, all the power was drawn out and merged into the body of the black musician.

Crowley's shrill laughter rang out, and he returned from Hades!

Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale, and he looked back at the wolf flute: "Didn't you say that he was dead?"

The wolf flute was also stunned.

He can be sure that Crowley is definitely dead in his own hands, so, who is in front of him now?

A substance-like black mist shrouded the body of the abyss master, and Croly's face slowly appeared, completely unscathed, and he couldn't help but smile as he stared at the wolf flute.

"Mr. Wolf Flute, I agree with what you said just now. ”

He stared at the wolf flute and smiled strangely: "The musician who condenses the scepter of self is naturally different from the waste who is promoted by the artifact...... Unfortunately, I'm not a waste of scepter promoted to the scepter by virtue of the Cloak of Original Sin. ”

"Wolf Flute ......"

Ye Qingxuan's hands were trembling.

He stared at Crowley, as if he had seen through his disguise and peeked into him for what he was, so his eyes were shocked, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "He...... It's the garment of original sin!"

"That's right. ”

Crowley spread his arms, and the Cloak of Original Sin trembled, and let out a thunderous laugh:

"--I am the scepter!" (To be continued.) )