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As the source of abyssal wisdom, this group of big-headed sages would panic and feel uneasy in front of a pinch of salt powder.

"What the hell is this guy Paganini thinking!"

In the silence, someone screamed, "Why did he make such a big mistake? Did he deliberately let such a dangerous creature stay in our plans?"

"It's like raising a tiger!"

"Humanity is really unreliable! The plan has not succeeded, is Paganini going to sell it at a price?"

Someone whispered: "It's not too late to step out......"

"If you are willing to give up the gifts of the Holy Spirit, you can do that. ”

The mutilated head looked coldly at the guy who had paid attention: "Do you feel scared now? Now it's just a slight disadvantage, so you mess up, what's the use of you?"

Before the words fell, the face of the person who came up with the idea changed.

In the next moment, the huge head burst and turned into dust.

The other Abyssal Sages didn't seem to see it, and they were indifferent.

This kind of idiot, it's better to die.

Their transcendent status comes from the final appointment of the Hundred Eyes, it can be said that the future of the abyss is one, if they retreat at such a critical moment, let alone the Holy City to pursue the victory, even the rest of the dark ministers will probably cut them with a thousand knives.

"Don't worry, the Black Knight's power is still in our hands. ”

The mutilated head whispered, "Light the Soul Rejuvenation Incense, Ring the White Snake Bell, and Call for the Dark Ministers to arrive!"

Ladies and gentlemen. Soon, the last core will be born from the ruins, and a new natural disaster will descend to guide the era to come.

The abyss is destined to live in the material realm, and nothing can be changed. ”

"Holy!"

In the gloomy bell, the rest of the dark ministers praised in unison:

"Then the holy day is near!"

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At the same time, at the highest point of the sea fortress, the old musician who was staring at the ruins through the scepter lens let out a sigh.

Seeing the terrifying fit between "The Day of God's Wrath" and Ye Qingxuan, and the amazing power that erupted, Rao is an old musician who has been giving advice to Asgard for half his life can't help but be horrified in his heart.

At the same time, with chagrin and regret.

It's that I'm too anxious.

In the stillness of time, he lowered his eyes, pondering the variable in his mind, and finally, began to regret the transaction he had just made.

The elements of the Day of God's Wrath must have Purification Music Theory as the root inheritance to exert real power, which he had long expected, but he never expected that the staff of fate in Ye Qingxuan's hand would be the real key.

The artifact directly granted to the Grand Inquisitor by the Divine Cauldron had such terrifying lethality after combining it with the Day of God's Wrath.

Because of this, he regretted that decision.

Although he solved the crisis for a while, he lost a card in his hand that could contain Ye Qingxuan at a critical moment. Whether this deal is a loss or a profit, he can't tell.

But there is a sense of fear that the tiger has been given wings with his own hands.

I don't know if my decision is right or wrong.

Soon, he was no longer obsessed with this decision, which could lead to catastrophe in the future, and instead focused on the other side of the ruins, the elements that rose from the battlefield like stars.

Abundance, Fate, Soul, Wisdom, Miracles, Joy, Frost, Harvest......

Twenty-four intricate elements emerged from the burning left eye of the Second Emperor, rose into the sky, and in the end, only a blank space remained in the left eye of the Second Emperor.

But this blank void seems to be the real key.

The last element, divinity.

Since then, the twenty-fifth element and the second emperor have completely merged with the only one, and in the roar, they have formed the phantom of the nine worlds, and the complex world tree has come in response to the call.

After the behemoth rooted in the deepest part of the ether realm penetrated through the ninth layer of the ether sea, it expanded layers of music theory and terrifying power in the material realm, instantly tearing apart the environment left behind by Ye Qingxuan and forcibly suppressing it.

Paganini, on the other hand, showed a stunned look of the dog.

Unexpectedly, after a short moment, Ye Qingxuan withdrew, and the second emperor, who had the strongest power in the field, launched a fierce attack on himself!

The peculiarity of the transmutation music theory allowed him to easily navigate through this terrifying attack, not yet approaching the limit, but also unable to escape the realm of the Nine Worlds.

But what he feared the most was not the second emperor, but Chopin, who appeared from not far away.

The tattered robe was rolled up, revealing his scarred wrists, and the phantasm of the scepter from the saint emerged, a distant metaphor for his mutations.

There is no need to doubt that as soon as he has any gaps, this saint who has suffered a big loss under his calculations will definitely deliver a merciless killing blow.

In an instant, too many things happened.

Many people simply couldn't figure out what was going on, and even took care of themselves in the aftermath of the battle, and the fleets of various countries retreated again and again in the terrifying threat.

There is chaos everywhere, but it is the very center of the battlefield, and the silence is hairy.

Even the sound was swallowed up by the aftermath of the chaos.

Only the pillars of salt stood silently, and then they dissolved, collapsed, and collapsed under the erosion of the rain, and the white salt particles flew away, and when they landed, they snorted, and the faint black mist rose from the soil under the splash of white salt, wailing, and was swept up on one burner after another, turning into flame-burning firewood.

At the very core of the battlefield, countless burners stood like tombstones, some of which had burned out, collapsed and shattered, while others stood tall in the impact, continuously burning the music theory of the abyss, transforming into the light of flames and suppressing the breath of the white knight.

For the first time, Ye Qingxuan relied on his own music theory and movement to launch a duel with a natural disaster.

The enemy is the Four Horsemen of the Abyss, the Lord of Eternity who rules the Hundred Eyes over the eternal darkness of the world, and the King of kings on earth.

"The empty, the cowardly, the betrayer......"

The white knight looked down on the war horse, his dry lips opened and closed, and his voice was low: "What courage do you have to stand in front of me?"

The sound seemed to be several voices overlapping, and it looked very familiar.

"You can talk?"

In the electric light, Ye Qingxuan held the body of the long sickle in his hand, wandering around, dodging the shadow of the arrow of the element.

It's just that he didn't expect that the white knight would be able to speak.

Being able to speak means being sensible and thinking.

A natural disaster that does not think is obviously easier to deal with than a shrewd and cunning natural disaster.

Obviously, under the oppression of the Scythe of God's Wrath, the human smell of this guy is getting stronger and stronger, no...... Ye Qingxuan's heart suddenly jumped, an incredible thought flashed, and a cold light burst out in his eyes:

"-Who's the one who is talking to me?"

The white knight sneered, didn't answer, just bent his bow, the war horse stepped through the gale and the moonlight, the arrows of the elements converged on the string, and the pure element projection emitted a terrifying high temperature, which made Ye Qingxuan's face change.

Sun.

He saw the sun on him.

This feeling of familiarity......

Obviously, the killing intent was like a swallow, but he looked at the white knight, but he couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect you to come back from the consciousness of the natural disaster after a farewell, I really didn't expect it." You're probably not the only one here!

See you again, Your Majesty!"

On top of the war horse, the white knight's face changed, and a face that was not angry and self-righteous slowly emerged, staring at Ye Qingxuan with cold eyes.

King of the Sun!