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At that moment, everyone's complexion changed drastically, and without waiting for Ye Qingxuan's words to finish, he instantly summoned up the strength of his whole body, and instead of attacking, he rushed out quickly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But then, in mid-air, they sensed something was wrong.

There was no expected thunderous blow.

Nothing even happened.

They looked back in astonishment, only to see that Schubert glanced at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were empty, and he didn't have any look. Then, he withdrew his gaze.

Bow your head and chant sutras.

Confused, stunned, stunned, angry...... Finally, there is mockery.

In everyone's sight, Ye Qingxuan's old face turned red, and he retracted the posture that looked extremely powerful, and coughed twice.

This wave is forced to go white!

He threw aside the useless brooch, and in his heart he had already scolded the Order to the point of blood!

Just now I thought I had reversed the tables, but the cruel words were released, but it didn't work at all, and the gap between the front and back made him unable to spit out a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

What the hell do these bastards of the Order think! After making people into scepter containers, they are reluctant to add another control module!

Ye Qingxuan laughed dryly, "That, I have something to do temporarily, you talk slowly, I'll go first." ”

As a result, as soon as he turned around and stepped out, the ground in front of him was covered with iron edges, and the sharp upper edges and corners were aimed straight at Ye Qingxuan's face.

Murderous intent is piercing.

"Good trick, Your Excellency. The old man at the head had a gloomy face: "You successfully teased us, and you gave up your last chance." ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed, and the staff of fate fell:

That is to say...... Do you have to do it?"

No one responded, and the frenzied aether wave rose again.

Ye Qingxuan secretly scolded Raymond, that old immortal, if he dies, he will make trouble for himself, and the ghost knows what his weak chicken relied on to command Schubert!

Don't you rely on alchemy equipment and chanting scriptures?

Wait, chanting?

At the moment of the great enemy, at such a tense juncture, Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.

It was only now that he realized that the scriptures that the old nun had recited had unconsciously become the same passage from the beginning to the present.

“...... Fear gods and kings, and do not associate with capricious people. for their calamity will arise suddenly. Whoever says to the wicked, "Thou art righte," cursed to all the peoples, and the nations will abhor......"

Turning over and over, it's still the same paragraph.

But the book of Proverbs lacks the all-important ending of the last sentence.

Subconsciously, Ye Qingxuan whispered:

"Who can know the destruction of the gods?"

At that moment, it was like thunder falling from the sky.

In mid-air, the hanging scepter suddenly changed its hair and roared, and a terrifying thunder brewed from it, and lightning burst out, and everyone felt a biting chill burst from the old nun's body.

In a trance, as if following the admonition of the gods, she raised her head, and her empty pupils were filled with the terrifying glow of the gods.

In the next moment, terrifying thunder burst out from the scepter element in mid-air, and it seemed as if a blazing sun was slowly rising between heaven and earth.

The blazing light that was close at hand, just staring, was enough to burn the eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingxuan only felt that a terrifying high temperature fell from the sky, and the thunder turned into an ocean, engulfing everything.

When he opened his eyes again, all that was left was charred black.

The thunder dissipated.

It's as if nothing happened.

The six masters who were originally standing in front of Ye Qingxuan had already disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, there was no time to escape, and under the thunderous wrath of the saints, they were all reduced to ashes. The thunder is like a divine punishment, and everything is broken wherever it passes.

Music theory has cracked, the body has been destroyed, and even the ashes have evaporated. Even the earth was melted and turned grayish-black and red-colored, releasing the smell of sulfur as if it came from hell.

In the stunned and shocked eyes of all the onlookers, Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and couldn't help laughing.

Cachinnation.

He finally understood how the Holy City commanded Schubert.

Do not add entities if it is not necessary - the same is true for alchemy.

Since there is a better way, there is no need to add crappy control loops.

I think this was expected from the beginning, right?

The devout believers are used as containers to contain the elements and scepters born from the Holy Scriptures, followed by the Proverbs of the Holy Texts as a medium of communication.

After the original personality is erased by the music theory, the remaining piety will become the best way to control it. As long as you are familiar with the contents of the holy texts, you will be able to control them.

In short, as long as you can memorize the entire canon, you will naturally understand how to communicate with Schubert.

And Ye Qingxuan's own bishop rank in the order brought a minimum command authority.

While there must be some more covert control loops hidden, it would be enough to simply borrow Schubert's scepter as a deterrent.

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan commanded Schubert, in an instant, the surroundings were completely empty. All the musicians ran away.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan looked at the old nun in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's such a great place to return to the ruins......

He came up with a nice plan.

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In the middle of the night, the fire rises from time to time in the silent city.

Under the calm, backwater-like situation, the undercurrent is turbulent, and I don't know how many musicians are hiding in the dark, fighting each other frantically and gaining power.

There are also musicians who are not interested in this kind of power that comes out of thin air.

Some people don't look down on it, while others don't want to get into trouble for themselves - there are no gifts in the world, and everything that falls from the sky has its price.

Not to mention the risk of battle, even the acquired Void Power will take a lot of effort to control it.

If that's all there is to it, then it's okay that the schools that are a little older also have methods designed for this kind of external force, so that the external force can be completely controlled by itself.

But if you receive the music theory of the ruins, then your own music theory will also be changed by the ruins.

Dyeing and transformation are relative, human beings are changing the ruins, and the ruins are also changing the human race.

When the Guiru is officially brewed and the natural disaster is born, it is logical that the Guiru school will take shape using its music theory.

In fact, most schools of thought in mankind come from this, by imitating natural disasters, studying natural disasters, exploring natural disasters, and deriving power from natural disasters.

However, the situation we are facing now is different, and the music theory that is directly passed down to the ruins will inevitably be affected by the ruins. After Angelica Ruins is controlled by the Order, he will definitely become a lackey of the Order.

It's like a black musician.

Isn't it because all musicians with a little talent look down on black musicians? Isn't it because those guys are restrained by natural disasters and demons, and they don't even have freedom?

Of course, there is no shortage of neuropathy who dare to fight even the idea of natural disasters for the sake of power and profit.

Therefore, in addition to a large number of people who are ecstatic, there are also a small number of musicians who are strong enough and have a bright future who are unwilling to get involved in this kind of trouble.

Especially between musicians and musicians, it is not easy to make enemies, and once they do, it will be the consequence of not dying.

Killing other musicians for the sake of power, isn't it a fair duel, but is it true that the schools behind those musicians are all dead?

Musicians who can reach the realm of masters are the mainstays of their own schools, and even the leaders of their own schools.

For the sake of a paid force to offend a large number of people, I am afraid that the school to which I belong will not be able to protect me, and I can only take refuge in the Holy City.

I'm afraid that's the same idea that the Order is fighting, right?

In the casino, the most profitable is never the thousands of masters and gamblers who are good at gambling, but the casino that sits on the bank.

Eat it all at both ends, no matter which side wins, you will make a sure profit.

It's not that there are no smart people who have figured this out, but people are often powerless to change the environment, but will be affected and changed by the environment.

When the entire ruins are turned into a gladiatorial arena, few people can stand alone.

It's like Oden from the Wanlei school.

Sometimes if you don't kill someone, someone else will come and kill you......

"Orlando, I've never offended you!"

After being cornered, Master Ouden's expression distorted: "You killed me, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the Wanlei School!"

After the layers of stone-like fluorescence, Oden's appearance was already in disarray, most of his beard had fallen off, and his robe was torn. If it weren't for these alchemy equipment, he would have died in the first round of sneak attacks.

The Wanlei School is from the Changing faction, known for its stone and iron manipulation, and is best at defense. Once the core music theory is unfolded, it is like carrying a fortress with you, and the ordinary musician simply does not move.

But this is also relative, especially after the opponent has been promoted to the scepter, the fortress has become a coffin, and there is no escape.

Orlando's figure seemed to be ghostly condensed, drifting suddenly, and let out a sharp and strange laugh.

After the Illusion School reached the realm of the scepter, it controlled the void and reality, and even its own existence was already unpredictable.

Orlando, in particular, is what he is best at, and under the distortion of music theory, the illusion of nothingness continues to erode Oden's defenses, disintegrating them inch by inch.

He was already determined to kill Oden, and he was even more decisive in attacking, not giving Oden any respite at all. Its own presence was transformed by a sharp melody, and a dreamlike streamer blew out of the flute, making Oden's face pale.

"I'm dead, don't think about it. ”

Oden gritted his teeth and made up his mind, his blood seemed to be ignited, and his face turned red. The turbulent music theory seeped out of the defenses, turning all the illusions into dust.

Assimilation.

The type of Fateful Chapter is different, and once it self-destructs, the effect will be completely different. Most of the factions of change are good at destruction, but Oden, a master of alchemy, is more adept at changing the nature of matter.

Once the Chapter of Fate erupts, even if it is suppressed by the ruins, all within a radius of several hundred meters will be transformed into dust.

At that time, Orlando will definitely not be able to please him, and he will not even get the chapter of fate, so he can only return empty-handed.

"Shall I give you a chance?"

Orlando sneered, the flute played a sharp melody, and in the midst of the scream, Oden's eyes were in front of him, and he lost his sense of the chapter of fate. After such a long confrontation, illusion has quietly seeped into Oden's consciousness.

Even he himself has become a fulcrum.

As long as you look at him head-on, you will be infected by his own illusions, and you will be deeply immersed in it without realizing it.

Seeing the vague figure of Orlando walking towards him, Oden felt a sense of despair in his heart, and now he realized that the other party had delayed with him for so long just to make himself fall into the mud and not be able to extricate himself.

But at that moment, a hoarse sigh sounded.

Then God made the air, and took out the water below the air and the water above the air. ”

The young man who came out of the shadows chanted the holy scriptures, clapped his hands lightly, and declared:

And so it came to pass. ”

Syllable!