"Wait!"

Paganini stretched out his hand, about to say something, when he saw Charles take a step back. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In mid-air, he ripped off his frost-stained coat, revealing his emaciated shell.

Paganini's eyes widened.

He saw a lonely wing slowly spread behind the young man's back, the wings of light taking root from his back, slowly extending outward, but submerged into the depths of the etheric realm.

Countless music theories erupted from it like a torrent, and at this moment, even the abyssal tattoo adorned it, turning into pitch-black feathers and becoming part of the huge wings.

Tangible wings are as small as a human shell.

But the moment he spread his wings, the light above the entire sky dome dimmed, as if he had been wrapped in invisible wings. Just spread its wings, and it covered the heavens and the earth.

In the vast sea of ether, that one wing silently set off an earth-shaking frenzy.

In front of it, Paganini could not even stand still, pushed backwards by the invisible wave.

In a stunned gaze, the massive wings behind the charr fanned the winds from the aether.

Charles's figure flickered like a phantom.

At that moment, it finally dawned on Paganini how he had quietly appeared behind him...... Because he's not there at all!

Not here, not there.

At this moment, Charles is not in front of him, nor is he anywhere.

This is just a phantom that completely distorts the high-level dimensions, reaches a dead knot, and projects it in front of itself through layers of refraction after breaking the conventional laws of space.

This is very different from the power of the wolf flute to pass through the high-level dimensions and bypass the blockade of the material world. It's as if the space is folded in half like layers of paper, or even crumpled together, forming a labyrinth of intricate black dots on the paper.

Arbitrarily travel between the higher dimensions, even jumping, playing with the inexplicable ether realm in applause, making the world within reach.

"Phase-distorted?"

Paganini struggled to squeeze out a voice from between his teeth: "It's impossible, how do you achieve it?"

Charles tilted his head to look at him blankly, and quickly, reacted, showed a sudden smile, and pointed to his back: "Do you mean this? If you want to learn, I will teach you when I have time."

Actually, it's quite simple, but sometimes it's a bit troublesome. Thanks to this, when I was young, I used to get lost, and I didn't know why I would run to strange places when I was just going out to buy soy sauce, and I didn't understand until recently...... I'm just going in the wrong direction. ”

He paused, reached out, and grabbed Paganini's wrist:

"Don't be stupid, let's go!"

Obviously there was no movement, but in an instant, Paganini seemed to have fallen into a deep pool, countless streamers flashed in front of him, the secrets of the deeper depths of the ether realm slowly unfolded in front of him, and countless distorted dimensions and unknown spatial compositions were stuffed into his consciousness like iron sand, making his forehead bulge and almost burst.

For a moment, he understood, but sooner, all this was forgotten by him, and it was even difficult to recall.

All that remains is fear.

Beyond the fear of life and death, pure trembling.

At that moment, it seemed that he had fallen into loneliness for thousands of years, and in that eternal time, it seemed that even death had lost its meaning, but the moment he opened his eyes, the remaining shadows quickly faded, and the perfect body cast by divinity was sweating like pulp.

He couldn't remember.

What did he see in that moment?

And when he woke up from his horror, the wheel of balance was already in his eyes.

The sudden arrival of the two triggered a vicious circle, as if they had actively jumped into a steel-making furnace, and the terrifying power of the collision between the Holy City and the Great Wall turned into a pool of destruction, engulfing the two of them.

The mighty power of the movement of heaven and earth crushed.

In an instant, all the evaporating light swept by, but Paganini was still unharmed. It's like watching a horror drama through a layer of glass, which seems terrifying, but the distance is so far away.

It was as if two peaks collided in one place, and they made their way through the fleeting crevices, weaving through the labyrinthine turbulence, passing by destruction, getting closer and closer to the wheel of balance.

"What the hell!"

The sound of the roar of the iron drum sounded, and the high-crowned man was the first to notice their approach, raised his eyes, his eyes burst into blue light, and the drumstick formed by the scepter in his hand smashed down, and then the copper peacock burst out with the roar of the earth's crust.

At the sound of drums, everything collapsed.

The blazing music theory set off invisible shockwaves in the sea of ether, and the waves rose and fell, and everywhere the ripples passed, everything was shattered into powder. Countless ripples echo each other, and the movement is constructed, faintly conjuring up the awe-inspiring illusion of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, with the projection of the top of the mountains and rivers, and the iron curtain is pressed down.

The spatial structure that had distorted in the depths of the Aether Realm also shook under this terrible shock, and in an instant, most of the exits disintegrated, causing the curved passages constructed by the Charr to be blocked in an instant, and the ripples of destruction followed closely behind, tracing back.

At this moment, the four musicians of Heavenly City joined hands to preside, music theory colluded, and after the high-crowned man struck, the head of the Yuan family also threw an iron light in his hand, but the sword qi roared, and after three weeks around the charr, he was helpless, as if he was through the transparent glass, and he couldn't start.

The head of the Yuan family was stunned for a moment, "Is ......it wrong to enter the room with no thickness?"

The white jade lute played, and in an instant, Paganini felt impetuous, and ghosts sprouted from his heart. In the sound of the lute, music theory was transferred to the school of physiognomy with the nature of a dead soul and was quietly implanted in Paganini's body.

The Red King snorted coldly, resisting the attack of the four celestials with one hand, and raised the other hand, bending his fingers to practice, triggering the music theory of the Blue King, and the ruling hymn was played from the void, and the light of destruction swept in everywhere, and in an instant it flowed into the ether realm, tossing and turning in the high-level dimensions, locking the Shire who was constantly evading, and forcing him to hurry with one finger.

But soon, the light of judgment went in the wrong direction, and was guided in the direction of the copper peacock under the guidance of Charles.

For a moment, the projections of the Holy City and the Great Wall roared.

At this moment, the battle between the two sides has looked at the overall situation, competing with their own music theory and the overall situation, even the slightest point has terrifying power.

With this as a bridge, the two sides instantly fought hard.

Under the blow, both sides certainly suffered a loss, and Charles's strange abilities also surfaced.

"Phase jump...... High-level dimensional distortion ......"

The eldest grandson's head of the family looked in the direction of Shire, "It can be done to this extent...... Is it a strange and human hybrid in the ether realm?"

In an instant, in the projection set by the two sides, countless elements changed, the focus shifted, and the location of Charles was faintly locked, and the thunder was ready to attack.

Paganini, on the other hand, felt unprecedented pressure.

The scepter of the Sacred City created by the Order in the Aether Realm, and the Great Wall that the Nine Surnames of the Dragon Vein have perfected for thousands of years, are locked by both at the same time, and even the high-ranking natural disasters will suffer heavy losses.

And cold sweat oozed from Charles's forehead.

"Wait!"

Facing everyone's indifferent eyes, Charles jumped out of the high-dimensional maze, revealing a rare serious expression: "I have a rough plan that can solve the current problem!"

For a moment, in the dead silence, everyone wanted to laugh.

Even Bai Heng looked at Gaius's projection in astonishment.

Gaius smoked a cigarette, as if he had anticipated Charles' disconnection. Just shrugged his shoulders and told those present that it wasn't my bidding.

As expected, everyone looked at it.

Charles paused, pretended to bow his head and coughed a few times, and then, looking up, he showed a scowling smile that made everyone present want to beat him:

"Since everyone wants this, it's better to split it up!"

A long dead silence.

Even Gaius was stunned.

Only Bai Heng let out a laugh after being slightly stunned, laughed, and applauded in admiration.

"Good idea, I agree!" Bai Heng looked at the Red King with a gloomy face, "Actually, it's useless if I want to take all of this thing, just a part of it." ”

Charles and Paganini glanced at each other, looked up, and looked at the Heavenly City, where there was an eerie silence, and the celestials in the four pillars looked at each other with subtle eyes.

In the end, everyone's eyes were on the wheel of balance suspended in the center.

This thing...... How should it be divided?

In the next moment, everyone started to do it in unison!

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So, a-stirring stick like Charles is unacceptable.

Everyone understands that in the current situation, they can only maintain the current stalemate if they want to compete for the Wheel of Balance, but when their goal changes from the entire artifact to a part of it...... The whole situation can be very different.

Anyway, let's tear it down first!

Hands are fast, hands are slow!

And the first to stand in everyone's way is the Red King.

The Holy City has long regarded the Wheel of Balance as a bag, and now the stalemate maintained by the Red King is only waiting for the Blue King to throw stronger power through the wind tunnel.

Of the three kings, the Red King was controlled by seventeen successive popes. The so-called shell is nothing more than a tool used by the successive popes in the Nibelungen to rely on, and it is by no means the root point. Therefore, it is possible to do almost mythical human body teleportation and resurrection.

But the King of Green can't, he can set up a forbidden area through the wind tunnel, but he is thousands of miles away, and there is still a place where he has not been caught.

And the Yellow King, after his initial intervention, has already left, and has made up his mind not to care about the strife on the earth. If he were here, even on the other side of the world, he would still be able to easily intervene in the situation through the music theory system of the Sacred Cauldron.

There is no need to even fight, as long as it is guided by its own power, the wheel of balance will vote on its own.

This battle was not fought.

In an instant, the battle in the sky had reached its climax, and countless music theories were born and died from the core at the snap of a finger, and the elements collided with each other, birth, destruction, and the projection of the Sacred City and the Great Wall collided in one place, clashing and strangling each other.

Charles, on the other hand, turned around and plunged into the twisted maze of phases, dodging the attacks and aftermath of both sides.

In an instant, thousands and hundreds of times intersected, and in the projection of the Sacred City, several towers had cracked. Far away in the Holy City, the corresponding steel tower emitted a sharp metal grinding sound, and in the piercing wail, it fell apart.

The Great Wall was equally tragic, with several beacon fires extinguished in the storm.

In that moment's confrontation, Paganini made a quick decision and blocked all the attacks that rolled towards Charles, and the result was that half of his body was broken, and it was extremely miserable.

And after an instant, the Red King, Yuan Changqing, and Xia Er, who followed closely behind, had already placed their palms on the edge of the Wheel of Balance.

There is no need to look at each other and exchange colors.

In the next moment, a cold light flashed in Yuan Changqing's eyes.

The iron light is fleeting, as if it wants to cut through the eternal night, cut the stars and the scorching sun, destroy everything, and illuminate the only future for me.

The true essence of Yuan's swordsmanship is revealed.

Immediately after, Chunjun fell!

Collapse!

A sharp sound erupted from the deepest part of the Aether Realm, and then swept downward, sending a roar of world collapse in its wake.

In an instant, the sky was as white as day, and then the ocean boiled, and in an instant, it was frozen for thousands of miles.

The air turned into iron and sand and rubbed against each other, and everything stirred and cracked.

The power of madness flowed out of it as the Wheel of Balance ruptured, and at that moment, a terrifying chain reaction was lifted from the sea of ether.

The whole world could feel the poignant sound that seemed to shatter the heavens and the earth.

Everything seemed to spiral out of control in an instant.

The world is in turmoil.

In an instant, the wheel of balance fell apart, and in the battle between the three parties, it was broken into three pieces, and countless music theories converged towards the fragments, forming a new form in their hands.

It is obviously the same body, but the feeling of the three is completely different.

At that moment, it was not only the body that was divided, but even the power of the Wheel of Balance was completely split.

The Red King's expression was gloomy, and the fragments in his hand still maintained the shape of the wheel of balance, and countless elements converged and took shape again.

The power that operates in it, inherited from the power of the original wheel of equilibrium to 'separate', can cut off all musicians' sense of the etheric realm.

The fragments in Yuan Changqing's hand did not reveal any miracles, but where they were, the wind and waves were calm, and everything seemed to be back on track. The etheric and material realms are once again solidified.

The power he gets is 'sustain', the power to maintain the balance between the two realms, and it is also the most suitable part of the Great Wall of Aurora.

And the fragment in Charles's hand is faint, like a phantom, not here. But where he was, it was like a huge void, and all kinds of phantoms were constantly flashing in the void, and the light was strange.

This is the final part of the wheel of balance - 'overlapping'.

At this point, the Wheel of Balance was completely dismantled, and as soon as the artifact that gathered countless forces and expectations from all sides was born, it fell apart in the battle, and one was reduced to three, no longer the miraculous of the past.

It's a great mockery.

The fight is finally over.

But the aftermath has not dissipated.

As the wheel of balance collapsed, a vast array of elements flowed out of it, turning into impacts and flying between heaven and earth.

The ruins also let out a wail, as if mourning the death of their heirs.

Wait a minute...... Return to the ruins?

Paganini was stunned, and a glimmer of confusion flashed through his mind:

Why is Guixu still here?

The mission of Guiru is to give birth to natural disasters, but with the birth of the Wheel of Balance, Guiru should have fallen apart a long time ago and disappeared again, why did it stay where it was?

And in the midst of the earth-shattering battle between the three parties, can it still remain intact?

"That's not right!"

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the ruins, but then, his expression changed.

He felt it.

In the Aether Realm, something behemoth is emerging!

The behemoth that had floated in the deepest part of the Aether Realm and disappeared for a long time was now sinking towards the Material Realm along the rift that the Wheel of Balance had opened when it was born!

Through the intricate turbulence, Paganini could only faintly see an ethereal phantom.

It's like a dream.

A dream, heading towards the material realm...... No, fall towards the ruins!

And at this moment, as the wheel of balance shattered, the residual power scattered between heaven and earth seemed to sense a new summoning, turned into a torrent, and swept towards the ruins!

Who else is where?

Paganini was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

- Ye Qingxuan!