In the myth of Tianzhu, the demons who fought against the gods built three metal cities of gold, silver, and black iron, and smelted them into one, with irresistible power and an indescribable terrifying image.

The demon's rampant anger provoked the wrath of the gods, who opened their bows and fired three arrows at the three cities. Where the arrows fell, the gold rusted, the silver turned to ashes, and the black iron melted...... The fire of destruction consumes all demons. The gods stared coldly at the earth and burned into glass, before finally shattering the fire of destruction that he had descended.

This is the last remaining language of the God of Destruction.

In order to show the power of the Eye of Indra, it seems that it is really a great treasure of the transformation system!

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan's hand holding the Eye of Indra tightened a little, and he didn't notice a trace of a cold smile on the corner of Pusupo's mouth.

"I'll try it first, who knows if you're framing me?"

Sure enough, as he expected, Ye Qingxuan held the eye of Indra in his hand and recited the secret words.

"-Don't let the Three Realms turn to ashes!"

The moment the Tianzhu native language emanated from Ye Qingxuan's throat, Ye Qingxuan only felt a numbness in his hand, and the eye of Indra suddenly released a blazing thunderbolt.

It was as if layers of dust had been swept away, and the ball, which felt like it was carved out of stone, suddenly cracked into a crack, and the crack was filled with a violent light.

The skin of the stone gradually peels off, revealing a gem-like material within, and in the midst of the gem, there is an eternal light of thunder and lightning.

A faint sound of thunder lit up from the gem, Ye Qingxuan only felt a flower in front of him, and in its sense, a huge amount of ether gathered from all directions and threw it into his control.

Immediately after, like a herd of wild horses out of control, they angrily drained Ye Qingxuan's energy and actually launched it on their own.

Countless silver points of light appeared around the boy from all directions.

In an instant, in Ye Qingxuan's perception, the whole world seemed to be gone. All that remains is the black and white that is conceived in the ether.

It's like the end of the world. The clear qi that had risen to the sky at the place of the opening had fallen, and the turbid qi that had sunk beneath the nine earths had risen.

At this moment, the two unspeakable forces are blended in the same place, rubbing and colliding with each other. The electric light of destruction was intensified.

"It's—it's activated on its own......"

In the point of light, Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly panicked, and he was at a loss to control the movement that was far beyond his limit.

But there was nothing that could be done.

The palm that was clenching the Eye of Indra shook suddenly, and a thick blood qi seeped out and poured into the gem. Ye Qingxuan's expression became more and more panicked: "Help me! God, it's extracting my blood...... I'm about to ...... such a powerful force."

Bai Xi was stunned. Subconsciously reached out and wanted to snatch the damn thing from Ye Qingxuan's hand, completely forgetting that the thunder light wrapped around it would turn him into charcoal.

But Pu Su Po laughed,

"Aha, Sherlock Holmes, die!"

The drum beat again, and he manipulated the ether and turned into a phantom of the Ming King in the air, and the Ming King suddenly opened his eyes and showed his anger!

He had said so much just now just to persuade Holmes to recite this secret phrase.

The secret saying is that there is nothing wrong with this statement. But the power of Indra's Eye is not something that anyone can use!

Otherwise, he would not have used this holy relic as a medium to call on the Holy Spirit.

The Thunder of Destruction is very powerful, yes, but even the slightest carelessness of the resonance-level musicians can't control that powerful power. With a moment of relaxation, the thunder of God's wrath will turn the musician himself into charcoal.

Now Sherlock Holmes was on the verge of being overwhelmed by its power, as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff. He didn't have to fight the damn black musician, he just had to give him a gentle push...... He will fall into the abyss.

"Do you feel the price of greed?"

Pu Su Po laughed, controlling the phantom of King Ming and slapping it on Ye Qingxuan's head: "You will die in the thunder of greed that you can't control!"

In an instant, King Ming covered the top!

"Huh. ”

Someone sneered.

At that moment, Pusu Po was stunned. He saw it behind King Ming's open fingers. The dark musician in the deer-hunting hat slowly raised his head, his eyes full of ridicule and mockery.

He smiled, his lips opening and closing: "...... Lie to you. ”

In the next moment, he spread his five fingers. A red gem embedded in the palm of your hand lights up and shoots out a rainbow of destruction!

The desolate electricity turned into a dragon, and in an instant, it crossed a long distance, slicing through the night and unleashing an unleashed unleashed unparalleled power.

In an instant, the lightning shredded the shadow of the Ming King. It landed on Pusuva's body and engulfed him all over his body.

Hearing only a terrible scream, the charred Pusu Po convulsed and fell to the ground. The white hair and long beard that had been extremely sacred were scorched, and the skin was cracked and numb.

Ye Qingxuan walked over slowly, looking down at him.

"Why?"

Pu Su Po made a voice with difficulty, her eyes full of confusion: "Why...... You can control ......."

"yes? Why? ”

The boy shrugged his shoulders and slowly filled the Eye of Indra into the grooves that appeared in his staff, and with a snap, the gem settled on the Nine Heavens Ring.

There is no doubt that from today onwards, this thing will be surnamed Ye.

Ye Qingxuan bet that this guy Pu Su Po never thought that there was a musical instrument in the world that could control even the thunder of Indra.

And that instrument is still in his own hands.

As early as when Pu Su Po said that he would give him the Eye of Indra, he knew what kind of medicine was sold in this old bastard's gourd.

Originally, he was still afraid of Pusuva's pursuit and killing, and planned to ruthlessly cut the flesh and throw the Eye of Indra in the opposite direction, and then he and Bai Xi jumped into the sewer and escaped...... Not for the first time anyway.

Unexpectedly, this bastard turned out to be smart. Not only did he chase him out without even bringing his own musical instrument, but he didn't even prepare for it, and was directly hit by a thunderbolt to his death.

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan was unharmed, Pu Su Po's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, if it wasn't for the heavy injury, he would even have the heart to bite this bastard to death.

"I—I'm not reconciled!" he murmured hoarsely, "I am not reconciled! That should have been mine!"

"Yes. Ye Qingxuan sneered: "I shouldn't have been hunted down by you inexplicably."

If everything in this world is developing as it should be, then there will be no market for regret medicine?"

"By the way, you're a monk, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he put his cane on Pusuva's head: "After violating the tenets of asceticism and the sect. Have you ever lost the bad karma you've created?"

Pusu Po was stunned for a moment, her eyes were full of despair: "Don't kill me! I will give you the secret of our school, I have the score of six chapters of "Mahabharata", all for you!"

Don't you want a holy thing? My uncle still has Indra's right eye. I'll write you a letter and lie to you, and I'll give it to you!"

"Huh. ”

Ye Qingxuan just smiled and ignored it: "Since you have the saying of six reincarnations, then try to be a good person in the next life." ”

Pu Su Po was about to say something, but the words stopped abruptly.

There was a mournful melody ringing out. It ringed in his ears.

The desperate, manic, maddening, sharp melody took over his mind like a black river.

"Evil fruit! Evil fruit!

In his ears, it was as if there were asoras in hell cheering. In his memory, the wails of those people sounded again, and those dead faces just appeared with the black river, drowning him.

Little by little, it was submerged.

He struggled but in vain, and in the end he was swallowed up by the bad karma he had created.

Right under the cane. Pu Su Po's body twitched, and suddenly stopped moving.

"He's dead?"

Bai Xi was stunned.

"Of course not. ”

Ye Qingxuan knocked her forehead angrily: "Although I am a minor, how can I know the law and break the law?"

He paused, looking down at Pusuva's dull pupils, and there was no pity in his eyes:

"I just put him in Arkham Asylum to be the companion of his friends. ”

As he spoke, he got up and prepared to leave, but his feet were weak, and he stumbled, and almost lay down next to Pu Su Po. Bai Xi hurriedly supported him:

"What's wrong with you?"

"I feel like I'm anemic. ”

Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale. He looked down at the gem on his palm, and his expression suddenly became complicated: "This bastard thing really extracts the blood of a musician to transform it into thunder and lightning...... I can't use it more in the future. ”

Bai Xi pursed his lips: This guy should be glad that he is the blood of the dragon vein, otherwise he will be replaced by other bloodlines. It has long been drained.

She helped Ye Qingxuan and followed him on the way home.

But just after walking out of the alley, Ye Qingxuan's footsteps paused, turned around, and looked at the end of the street...... In the cold moonlight, a dark figure stood silently.

Professor.

He didn't seem ready to attack himself. Just looked at them quietly, and after noticing Ye Qingxuan's view, he snorted coldly.

"Listen, whoever you are, don't fight the idea of 'blood road'. ”

He warned coldly: "- or you will regret it." ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled and shrugged helplessly: "To be honest, I don't really want to get into this mess...... It's a pity that people are always involuntary in this quagmire. ”

The professor stopped talking, as if he had no strength to fight again, but took one last look at him and turned away.

Ye Qingxuan watched him leave, turned around, and went against him.

Bai Xi looked into his eyes, and then looked back at the professor's last back, and for some reason, his eyes became confused:

"Hey, cousin, I always think you two are like each other. ”

"Yes?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"Yes. The girl nodded, and her expression became worried: "You can say that you are good to mess with me, you won't run away with that guy and be embarrassed, right?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing and couldn't help but knock her forehead.

"Bai Xi, do you know who a person hates the most?"

Bai Xi thought about it and shook his head.

"It's yourself. ”

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked into the darkness:

The more like oneself, the more annoying it is. ”――

The backyard of Manna City

Corpse Luo Yiduo looked at the blackened old man on the stretcher in silence, his eyes were gloomy. The retinue and slaves fell to their knees, and they did not dare to come out.

"It's already an idiot. ”

The chantist from the underground hospital skillfully checked Pu Supo's condition, and finally shook his head: "The external serious injuries are fine, and they can be healed in time, but they are just a few years shorter."

It's a pity that the brain has been completely closed, and even if you wake up, you will be crazy. ”

"Is there any salvation?"

The chantor shrugged: "It's harder than rebuilding a shell, you can't afford that price." ”

The corpse Luo Yiduo was silent, and after a long time, he waved his hand, and the attendant carefully carried out the three lapis gold bricks, presented the medical materials, and took him away.

At the exit of the basement, Bosina, pale, stumbled out and shook her head at the corpse: "All dead." ”

"How did you die?"

Bhasina was silent for a moment, then whispered, "All of them have become dried corpses, as if they had been weathered for many years. The warrior monk hired by Master Pusu Po from the Tianzhu Sect also died, and only a pair of bones remained. ”

"Isn't the professor injured?" said Corpse Luo Yiduo coldly, "Not a single injured person can be stopped, and he deserves to die." ”

"Yes. Bhasina could only bow her head.

"All the sentry posts are washed away tonight, there is no need to keep this group of waste. Corpse Luo Yiduo lightly ordered: "Isn't there a lot of slave labor in the mandala workshop recently......? The dead ones are sent to make flower fertilizer. ”

Posina lowered her head and sweated profusely: "Yes." ”

"Go get in touch with the robin. ”

Corpse Roddo turned and left: "Tell him about the professor and the vengeful spirit......

Tell him that if you want us to work for him, take the heads of Moriadi and Sherlock Holmes!" )