With a flick of his fingers, the bleak white moonlight sword burst out.

Paganini's body was pierced, like a tattered scarecrow. However, there was no blood in the crack in the chest, only the physical music theory.

In the darkness that was split, those broken music theories were like broken chains and chaotic scores, difficult to bridge, but difficult to close under the light of the moon.

The music theory of the abyss collapsed at the touch of the moonlight.

This is the purification chapter forged by the Moon Yin for the abyss, even if it is just the essence of the case, it is not an existence that can be consumed by pure quantity.

It's just that, even though the shell was broken, Paganini didn't react.

It's like a fresh breeze blowing in your face.

No pain or itching.

He just looked at Ye Qingxuan, and his eyes changed: stunned, confused, and ...... Contempt!

"This is your last counterattack?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan in confusion with a disdainful expression: "It can be said that you are arrogant, shallow, and have no logic and reason at all, you are too disappointing to me...... Lost ......"

At that moment, his voice stopped abruptly, as if he was frozen, and his expression froze.

The sound of shattering came from the husk, one after the other, until finally, from the thousands of cracks, there was a terrible hissing in unison.

"-Ahhh!!!!!h

Countless black feathers burst out of the cloak, like the feathers of a crow when it was about to die, burning and turning to ashes.

His body shattered in an instant, and with it the peaceful sight of the entire hall.

The bronze mirror shattered, turning into pieces of light, revealing the dark-infested hall.

The whole temple had been eroded by the darkness of flesh and blood, and the pitch-black color seeped into the rocks, and the music theory from the abyss turned into veins and pulsated in it.

The entire temple had been transformed into the body of some kind of monstrous monster.

At this moment. Ye Qingxuan is in its belly!

And in the center of the myriad darkness, the wisps of tentacles drooped, turning into filaments layer by layer, piece by piece, delicately and carefully penetrating into the holy fire.

The corrosive Abyss Music Theory arrived, but it did not provoke the flame to resist.

The abyssal music was transformed nine times in the air, at the end of the tentacles. It has changed beyond recognition, from dark and tyrannical to brilliant and majestic, like the fire of the prosperous age, and the holy flame comes from the same origin.

That's what Paganini does best, 'Shifting'.

Otherwise, how could he steal the position of a saint for decades as an evil demon without being discovered, and then one day, completely break out, dragging most of the chants into the abyss together?

On that day, the world was shocked, and the human world was hundreds of years later. Once again, there was a huge cataclysm and turmoil.

And in the abyss, Paganini proved to be the 'Dark Ministers' in one fell swoop, and his status was even higher than that of the Hundred Eyed Ones' eldest daughter, the 'Eagle Wing Mother'.

Before Ye Qingxuan arrived, he had already come here and turned this place into his own domain.

Then, to simulate the same nature of his music theory as the Holy Flame, to quietly blend into the flames, and then slowly and delicately. Infestation it, degenerate it, and become a part of yourself!

All beards and all tails. Swallow in your belly!

Shamefully, it was already on the verge of success!

In the outer layers of the flame, all of which had been turned into darkness, the most difficult part had been completed, and as Elsa slumbered, the flame had lost its agility without even noticing.

Then it could have snowballed. Engulf the flames once and for all.

However, it is better to die...... There is a-stirring stick that breaks in, and those who do not pay attention to the rules, respect authority, etiquette, and reason, draw their swords and work hard!

A crisp and decisive throwing of the sword not only shattered the shell that Paganini had made casually. also separated by a distance of dozens of meters, and stabbed into the holy flame.

Compared to that huge power, the moonlight is insignificant, and can be said to be as small as dust.

What Ye Qingxuan did was tantamount to stabbing an elephant with a needle.

But the problem is that at this fateful moment, a giant snake swallowed most of the elephant, and Ye Qingxuan unreasonably stitched down, and the elephant reacted......

Countless intricate and intricate purifying music theories condensed into pure moonlight, piercing into the sacred flame, trying to disturb the music theory within.

It's like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil.

Exploded!

In an instant, the flame rose and burned angrily, and the terrifying power condensed out of thin air, destroying and destroying all forces that dared to invade.

Including moonshine.

Naturally, Paganini is also included.

In the strangulation that lasted only a moment when the moonlight and the sacred flame met, the music theory was entangled, intensified, and repulsed, resulting in a rapid and drastic change.

Ye Qingxuan took the initiative to lead the battle to the competition of the way of change.

Naturally, Ye Qingxuan's shallow attainments that did not enter the stream at all were completely extinguished in an instant.

But his purpose was also achieved.

In the midst of the radical changes, the music theory changes rapidly, and the music theory of the abyss, which has 'changed' into a holy flame, is difficult to catch up with the rhythm, and it is slightly sluggish, and the difference is distinguished.

Even if it is the same water, there is a clear distinction.

Thus, the rejection and purification of the sacred fire was ushered in!

In an instant, the darkness that wriggled like a living creature screamed, escaping from the flames like black oil gushing out of a well.

But the black oil had been ignited by the flames, and it brought a terrifying layer of fire. Hissing and rolling, it was no longer sustainable.

-- All the work has been lost!

"******** from the position of a saint, you have abandoned the human form, and this thing has already become your body, right?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the sticky darkness coldly, and his expression mocked: "How is it?

"For ...... He ......"

A hoarse voice came: "Why !!"

Paganini's question was endless, but Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant: Why did Ye Qingxuan choose to do something to a dark minister?

"First of all, I want to thank you for your condescension and for wasting so much time with me. Ye Qingxuan bent down and thanked him: "To be honest, for a moment I really believed it, thinking that you wanted to talk to me." ”

"Why ......"

Why not?

"It's very simple, how can I do it?"

Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "Powerful as you." Dealing with an insignificant little character like me, where do you need to waste your lips and tongues? It's right to follow your own principles, but why don't you need ants and dust to understand?Isn't it a better choice to run over directly?Unless you ......?"

Ye Qingxuan paused, and his eyes became subtle:

"-Unless, you have the heart to be powerless, and you are stalling for time!"

"You're trickier than I thought. Ye Qingxuan...... More than I expected, like your father. ”

On the ceiling, on the walls, on the ground, the black, viscous fluid boiled, and countless bubbles burst, making a hoarse laugh:

"It's a pity you don't know what you're missing...... You lost the only chance to learn about Ye Lanzhou's whereabouts...... You'll never, ever know, why he died. ”

In the midst of the strange laughter, the darkness surged. A vague human figure gradually floated, re-conjuring up a pitch-black cloak, and the pale side face protruded from the mud, cracking its mouth and breathing long.

So a suffocating hurricane broke out in the huge hall.

Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale.

He actually recovered!

If you want to seize the power of the flame with 'transmutation', you must disarm all your defenses and immerse yourself in it, which can be said to be extremely vulnerable. In this case, it was burned and cleansed by the holy fire. Coupled with the backlash of abyssal music theory, it can be called a heavy blow.

It's like after a person has been badly burned by a flame. The collapse of the internal immune system, not to mention serious injuries, is also possible to die on the spot...... Although this point may be surprisingly small for Paganini.

But Ye Qingxuan never dreamed that he would recover so quickly!

It's too fast.

It's unreasonable......

In just a few words, Ye Qingxuan hadn't even had time to find the weak point in his body and make up for it. He quickly extinguished the embers on his body, rebuilt the abyssal music theory that had fallen apart in the whole, and reconstructed his scepter.

Even if the injury has not healed, it is not the level of vulnerability that can only be beaten and cannot fight back.

And for Paganini, who was already the elite of the scepter a hundred years ago, and was given the name of a saint, he went further into the abyss and became a guy of the Dark Lords......

Even if it's a little thumb sticking out. It's enough to completely destroy his soul!

Music theory collapsed, regurgitated and died.

Tortured, collapsed, and died.

Nervous breakdown, madness and death.

The flesh decayed, withered and died.

......

In an instant, hundreds of ways to die had flashed through his mind, and if Paganini had been creative, he could have created many more delightful new tricks.

"'Infinite motion'. ”

Paganini spoke suddenly, and he stared at his reborn hands, which were slender and white, large anomalous people, each with four knots, and with ten fingers spreading, there was a dazzling beauty.

"You must be wondering how I was able to heal a wound that would take decades to heal in an instant. ”

Quite simply, "in the past, when I ascended to the throne of a saint, and with the name of 'Paganini', I passed on to me a ritual known as 'Infinite Motion'.

After the blessing of that ritual, I was able to construct music theory at a speed far beyond the ordinary people's thousands, that is, as long as my ability was supported enough, I could achieve the effect that it would take others a thousand times or ten thousand times longer to prepare for in the snap of my fingers.

The ritual was restrictive, and the smell of the Holy City was unpleasant. If it weren't for your reminder today, I would have forgotten it...... It's really embarrassing. ”

As he spoke, Paganini held out his hand.

The black attack struck, and the weight of Wan Jun rolled out of thin air.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan was dragged into the air, spitting out blood, unable to move.

All the aether quickly extinguished in his senses, as if he had fallen into an abyss. Just a faint breath made the music theory in his body almost fall apart.

On the mouth of the heart, several cracks opened on Xiao Yuan's top, almost collapsing, and he couldn't even maintain his heartbeat.

Collapse at the touch of a button!(To be continued.) )