The transformative music theory that fused with Gungniel's aftermath sprouted from the blade of the New Testament, like a thread of light from the world.

With the stabbing of the blade, fierce thunder fell from the sky, tearing through the layers of mist, as if crashing into some invisible realm, and a piercing sound sounded.

Countless chaotic waves emerged from the void, streamers shone, accompanied by sharp friction sounds, and in the originally void etheric realm, the phantom of a huge city suddenly appeared.

All things are as small as dust compared to them.

A hard blow only revealed its form from the chaos, and under the maintenance of the wheel of balance, even the weak points were so solid that they were almost unshakable.

Now, Ye Qingxuan stood in front of it, like a mote trying to pass through the iron wall.

"Come again!"

Ye Qingxuan did not feel discouraged, but was aroused by his fighting spirit, and a line of etheric nets was drawn from afar, and the matrix of the World Tree emerged, followed by ...... Gongnier Decadet!

It is as if the natural disaster Odin has reappeared.

Under the guidance of the Supreme Elemental Void, a concrete outline emerged from the energy of the void, and the thunder spear that was so violent that it seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth sprouted from Ye Qingxuan's hand.

Then, the stab falls!

Rumble!!!!

The phantom of the Great Wall stirred, a crack emerged from the mist, countless streamers quickly flew in, repairing the crack, and even in the extreme distance, there was a terrifying convergence of the rags.

That's the Great Wall's autonomous counterattack system.

Soon, however, Gungnir stabbed down again.

In the midst of the roar, Ye Qingxuan threw Yunlou Qingshu's beacon and stuck it into that invisible crack. With this as a basis, countless ladder music theories have expanded from it.

In an instant, from thousands of miles away, it stretched towards the core matrix of the Great Wall.

Outflow, creation, formation, activity......

Throughout the Four Realms.

Hermes's alchemy, combined with the music theory that Ye had erected in the Great Wall when he built it, made the huge Great Wall open a gap in front of him.

In the tumbling mist, a narrow vortex emerged, and countless thunderbolts swirled around it, as if leading to a rift in hell.

Ye Qingxuan jumped into it without thinking, and let the darkness engulf him.

Behind him, fleeting whirlpools snapped together, and the sword of the New Testament held up the defenses under the weight of a thousand pounds that crushed the flesh into dust.

Ye Qingxuan saw countless streamers flying in front of him.

For the Great Wall, the guy who came in through the back door was undoubtedly a virus that penetrated into the blood circulation, and the defensive measures were activated in an instant, and countless music theories were intertwined out of thin air, forming a virtual shadow of a copper drum.

A hurricane is blowing and thunder is out.

The wind and thunder, the electric light is like a knife and axe, slashing down.

- Apocalypse!

This is the punishment imposed by the East on musicians who break taboos, the eternal shackles set by the blood of the dragon vein, and after dozens of generations, even the blood of the dragon vein cannot be exempted.

Once it is violated, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it will never die!

"Isn't it just going over the wall?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Why be so ruthless?"

The sword of the New Testament was raised, the blade fell, and countless music theories simply and neatly cut off the connections entangled in the outside world one by one, and in the end, Ye Qingxuan and even the whole person became a pure 'hole' in the realm of the Great Wall.

Without any echo or resonance, absorbing all the noise and music theory, slipping through the layers of blockade without leaving a hand, the thunder disc of the catastrophe hovered around him, constantly passing by, and in the recent time it was only a stone's throw away.

Even so, it still gradually delineated the range where Ye Qingxuan was, surrounded it layer by layer, and shrank towards the core.

"Tsk!"

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and could only prepare to fight hard.

And at the end, the catastrophe suddenly stopped, and then, it fell apart, and when the two sides were about to live or die, the weirdness dissipated.

And just behind the layers of electric light, among the countless streamers, a vague phantom appeared.

There is no face, no outline, not even a human form, but a coincidental pattern formed in a fleeting way, but it caused countless thoughts in Ye Qingxuan's will to fluctuate.

It's like pressing a switch, and for a moment, my mind is uncertain and involuntarily.

There was not even room for consternation.

Trees, Sea, Fish...... A series of completely different images emerged from his mind, and in the end, they pointed to the traces that he had long forgotten in the depths of his memory.

Inexplicably, I thought of it.

The apparition that appeared beside him when he pushed open the door of the musician, when he burned his thousand-year-old dream.

It was obviously a rigid memory, but now it became vivid, and the musician with his face came out of the stillness, bowed his head to him, and smiled slightly.

It's like saying hello.

Tell him:

- I'm here.

Then, a succession of thoughts and thoughts fell apart and disintegrated again, and the turbulent mind resettled as if nothing had happened.

What has just happened is just a hint of stress.

But Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but think of what the phantom had asked him.

Do you regret it?

The question that had been meaningful in the past had a new meaning at this moment, although that phantom did not have any malicious intent, and even helped him solve the Heavenly Tribulation, but it made Ye Qingxuan's heart uneasy.

"A thousand years of fate...... Is it?"

He recalled Yunlou Qingshu's crazy words, and his heart became more and more irritable, what he hated most was this kind of person who seemed to know everything and didn't say anything.

Always with a mysterious smile and a sense of overlooking, it is as if watching a stage play that has long been passed through by the drama, staring at him like a puppet being pushed to a fateful end.

Do your fucking big dreams!

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

That hint can only work once, it's like a letter stuffed through the crack in the door, after Ye Qingxuan has a defense, the next time it will no longer work.

Anyway, he had already made up his mind and ignored everything.

He has done enough for this world, and he can't even manage the monstrous flood after his death, where can he manage the bullshit left over from thousands of years ago.

At that moment, he crossed the Great Wall and broke through the clouds.

The first thing I saw was the barren and dry land under the dark clouds, the yellow sand stretched to the end of the sight, and the dusky dust fluttered in the air.

The distant earth is still full of large and small cracks, and there is even a big pit at the end of the sight...... It was as if it had been burned by the falling sun, and it was charred black.

"Where is this?"

The first thing Ye Qingxuan felt was at a loss, could it be that he was on the wrong path?

What about the picturesque scenery in the legend? What about the beautiful landscape in the legend? What kind of thing is this? Not to mention the green pines and cypresses, there is not even a single grass on the ground!

More importantly, the people on the earth...... What are you doing?

In Ye Qingxuan's fall and overlook, through the dust and yellow sand, he finally saw clearly the turbulent darkness on the earth, which was countless dense figures, entangled with each other, and the sound of roaring and roaring came.

Bright red colors flow through the barren world.

And just above the fight, the restless forces are rushing in blood, entangled with each other, attacking invisibly, pressing step by step or step by step, countless music theories are entangled in one place, competing for control of the material world.

This is war......

Outside the battlefield, there are two musicians vying for control of the battlefield, raining thunder or spreading nectar, I don't know how many musicians' powers overlap, countless music theories are intertwined, forming a chaotic torrent in the tug-of-war.

And as Ye Qingxuan fell from the sky, the moment that meteor-like blazing light appeared on the sky, dozens of etheric fluctuations had already locked on Ye Qingxuan, and then, countless music theories extended.

"Wait!"

Ye Qingxuan was momentarily stunned.

At this moment, it is the time of the last moment on the battlefield, everyone is fighting with all their might, and they dare not let any loopholes appear.

Faced with the meteors falling from the sky, the first thing that came to the minds of the musicians on both sides was confusion.

Are they our people?

No.

So......

Wrapped in the power of Gangnir and the Aether Net, Ye Qingxuan, who fell from the sky, seemed to be regarded as a formidable enemy by both sides at the same time, and at the same moment, the musicians on both sides invariably sent out a devastating blow towards the sky with all their might.

It was like a repeat of the battle against the Sea Fortress a few months ago.

It's just that this time the person who faced a large number of movements became Ye Qingxuan.

Hell yes!

Ye Qingxuan's face changed suddenly, and he finally understood why the Great Wall barrier here seemed so weak, it was because all the forces of the Great Wall here were blocking the aftermath of this war, and they were powerless to care about external invasion.

As a result, I just got through this door without dying.

Unexpectedly, the place where I got into it was not an empty house, but a battlefield where two groups of people were on fire!

Facing the oncoming stick, Ye Qingxuan's first reaction was to echo the Aether Net, and first help himself block this wave of sea tide offensive, but he didn't expect that the Aether Net had no response, and even across the Great Wall, he couldn't even feel it.

Ah, sure enough, the network is disconnected!

Ye Qingxuan thought to himself, and then became confused again: Eh, why do you want to say that it is true?

I don't have time to care about the confusion in my heart, but fortunately, I still have the sword of the New Testament by my side.

Set up the foundations of the earth, and hold up the vaults of the heavens.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan hid in the etheric fault, as if driving a broken ship, suffering from wind and rain in the rainstorm. Although this wave of attacks looked terrible, it lacked decisive qualities, only the existence of quantity, and could not cause him any damage.

It's just a bit embarrassing.

In the face of the roar and attack one after another, Ye Qingxuan did not dare to continue to walk towards the middle of the battlefield, wasted his huge strength, forcibly reversed the direction of the fall, and in the gallop, he felt that he had crossed a long arc in the sky, sweeping through the huge battlefield.

Wrapped in the residual power of Gangnir and the Aether Net, Ye Qingxuan felt that he had broken through layers of enchantments one after another and fell into a building.

Like a meteorite.

In the roar, a wave of air was set off.

In the countless dust, Ye Qingxuan coughed violently and crawled out of the pit, only to see the old man in front of him.

In the broken building, under the protection of the two musicians, he lowered his head and looked down at Ye Qingxuan's appearance with a surprised expression.

"I've lived for decades, and I've never seen this way of meeting. ”

He looked at the gray-faced Ye Qingxuan, shook his head and sighed: "It's really ...... Ingenuity!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the luxurious robe on his body blankly, under the protection of the enchantment, the black robe was not stained with dust, and it was bordered with blue gold, majestic and cold.

Then, he couldn't help but look around, only to see that outside the building, countless musicians were sealing this place one after another, and in the void, the fluctuations of several scepters were faintly locking him, and the chilling killing intent was revealed.

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched.

It's all over the calf!

Just ran out of the wolf's den and ended up in the tiger's hole?

"Where is this?"

He looked at the old man in front of him.

"Of course it's a battlefield, Ye Qingxuan. ”

The old man laughed softly, as if he knew him, "This is my camp, don't you even know where you have fallen?"

Ye Qingxuan was at a loss.

"Then you are ......"

Before he finished speaking, he finally recognized the man in front of him against the map in his memory:

"Bai Heng?"