It didn't take a brain at all, even a black musician could recognize what that guy was holding in his hand - the Silent Mechanism's Holy Nail!

In these years, the people who will carry this chanting consumables with them are either the 'ascetics' of the 'Faith and Doctrine Order' of the Order, or the silent musicians of the 'Silent Mechanism' of the Holy City...... But either one is much better!

The former was an executioner painstakingly cultivated by the Inquisition, and the purpose of his existence was to burn all heretics at the stake. Latter...... It's the sign of the silent mechanism, the musician killer, the musician who specializes in hunting musicians!

Either way, it's terrible.

No matter how this guy looks like a full-fledged musician who has just advanced, it wouldn't be surprising if anything happened in such an evil place.

At this critical juncture, they will not relax or hesitate, and as soon as they make a move, they will go all out, and they will break his body into pieces on the spot and burn him to ashes.

Otherwise, the one who burns to ashes is probably himself.

In the noisy, high-pitched, hoarse chanting, the roar exploded out of thin air.

The Abyssal Wind Tunnel was opened, and through the Wind Tunnel, one could see the ocean of darkness raging in it, setting off a monstrous tide. A thick pitch black gushed out of it, obscuring the moonlight and engulfing everything.

In that darkness, the limbs of the monstrous beast flashed, and then shattered, and blood splattered out continuously, turning into a rain of blood. The light of iron wind and thunder and fire lit up and was extinguished in an instant, and the power of destruction burst out in a fleeting manner like a meteor. There's also a miserable green mist of curse, and layers of splitting rays.

Break down all illusions, barriers, and barriers, and seal off all escape space so that the prey within has nowhere to escape. Followed by......

In the abyssal wind tunnel, a huge bone-white palm condensed, stretched out, grabbed the air, and made a loud thunderous sound.

I don't know which summoner used his hole cards at the cost of burning blood. A mysterious being has been summoned from the Aether.

It was a massive hand several meters long with just one knuckle, which set off a storm, thunder, fire, and frost, and slammed it down on the boy in the mist, followed by a roar and clenched.

The sound of boulders grinding against each other was incessant, and even pure steel and war fortresses were crushed by the depths of the sea. Stone dust flew out, the scorched earth cracked, and a huge crater appeared in the earth.

Eventually, the bone-white giant hand disappeared without a trace, and there was a mess in the dark mist.

Only the hoarse voices of the black musicians gasping. They recognized the chaotic aetheric fluctuations in it, and their eyes were puzzled:

"Dead?"

"I don't feel any breath......"

"There are no bones left. ”

The black musician sneered, "Hmph, that's it. ”

"yes. ”

From the mist, a soft sigh was heard, "But that's it. ”

At that moment, all the black musicians felt a cold air rush from their heels to the back of their heads, and their color suddenly changed. In shock, strike again.

The fog skyrocketed. There are many shadows.

At this time, they can no longer care about all the hole cards and play at the same time. But at the same time, there was a trace of pure white light shining through the fog.

Light that is so clear, so pure, that there is no blemish in sight, is not moonlight. It doesn't come from the sun, it doesn't belong anywhere in the world.

It was as if there really was a heaven in the underworld, and God sat on his throne, shining with flawless light. Everywhere they passed, all power was subdued. All demons are purified, and all heretics are worshipped.

In this light, it is the dwelling place of God.

The light only flashed for a moment, and several black musicians let out screams, their eyes were scorched, and they burned into a mass of waste on the spot!

- You can't look at this kind of light!

"Requiem!"

Someone covered his eyes and screamed, "Don't look at that light! That's the ...... in "Requiem."

"--Holy!"

In the dissipating mist, the boy stood in a beam of light, raised the brim of his hat, and smiled.

The light covered his body, a thin layer, but it cut off all the filth and filth of this world, as if after the light was another world. All the forces of this world are nothing more than a flash in the pan for it.

"This is the sanctuary created by God's own hands, and this is a priceless sacrament......"

In the light, it was as if countless divine envoys were singing softly, "Holy, holy, holy!"

This is the movement engraved in the inheritance vessel of the 'Stone Heart School', and the "Holy Heaven", one of the roots of the forbidden school!

That power does not manifest itself in the earth, nor in the creation and destruction, but in the pure realm of music theory, the rudiments of all scepters, the cornerstone of all realms.

Through his own Xiaoyuan and Elizabeth Tower's resonance, Ye Qingxuan finally borrowed the power of the Avalon Great Enchantment, and activated the inheritance movement in the top hat with the same origin of music theory and chanting.

Thus, through the nine layers of the Aether Sea, the realm from the Aether realm was covered by the material realm, following the origin of the song, rewriting the rules, distorting the laws, and creating a realm of protection that was absolutely inviolable.

Any movement that does not reach the level of a scepter cannot be interfered with.

From beginning to end, the biggest mistake made by the black musicians was that they didn't expect Ye Qingxuan to transfer the core of the enchantment to his heart!

At this moment, the entire Avalon Barrier has become a source of his power, providing him with endless aether.

As long as he is under the Elizabeth Tower, he will never be afraid of lack of strength, and only the power of the Avalon Barrier can supply the terrifying consumption required for the movement of "Holy Heaven".

Every second, every moment, Ye Qingxuan could feel a massive amount of terrifying ether thrown into the movement, maintaining this absolute realm.

Just as a node of the secondary school, he had the illusion that his soul was ignited by friction, and just through the fine control of the Nine Heavens Ring to guide the power, it had already consumed all his energy.

It's just that now......

“...... Is it my turn?"

Towards the black musicians, Ye Qingxuan grinned, the long nails in his hands clanged, and the rapid melody and the roar of the horn suddenly burst out of thin air!

Under the nine heavens, the magnificent melody reverberates.

Using the small source in his body as the fulcrum, Ye Qingxuan tried to consume the ether that he had alienated for the first time, so as to touch the sea of ether and try to resonate with the world.

And so, the world responded.

――Skip the step!

For the first time, the resonant level of "Night on the Barren Mountain" burst out from his hands, and through the fulcrum of 'Xiaoyuan', Ye Qingxuan leveraged the majestic power from the sea of ether.

In the next moment, the black musicians who quickly retreated changed color.

As the earth cracked, crimson flames erupted from the cracks. It was as if the entrance to purgatory had been opened, and all the sinners were involuntarily pulled towards that piece of fire.

The rapid melody swirled and turbulent in everyone's ears, and the silver light suddenly burst out of thin air, and dozens of silver spikes trembled, responding to the song of punishment.

The endless darkness seemed to freeze, trembling in the turbulent song, followed by the roar of the trumpet. It was as if the black iron was poured at the stake and wrapped around the bodies of the black musicians.

The stakes were like a forest, staggered and densely packed, sealing all exits.

Immediately after, the silver spikes whistled. The runes above emit blazing light. These alchemical armaments, worth thousands of gold, are now turned into disposable consumables, inspiring all their power in the blazing flames of light.

The sound of piercing continued to sound, and all living creatures with demonic breath brutally pierced through and burned at the stake, severing the connection between the aethers.

Immediately after, frenzied flames erupted from the cracks in the ground.

The flames rose to the sky, burning the sky red in the terrible wails of one after another, and the flames of hell burned vigorously.

This was the cornerstone of the prestige laid by the 'Congregation for the Doctrine' when it was still known as the Inquisition, and the stakes erected over the mountains illuminated every dark night.

Use demons as firewood, turn into unquenchable flames, and announce the dawn!

Those who are judged will atone for their sins in the flames.

Otherwise, it will burn to the end of the earth!

With just a flick of the fingers, the unlucky ghosts who were burned at the stake had already been incinerated, and their bodies turned into flames and merged into the music, providing Ye Qingxuan with a steady stream of firepower.

The remnants of the black musicians stood together, resonating with each other, constantly trying to fight back. But when the music theory of "Night on a Barren Mountain" was officially revealed, it had become Ye Qingxuan's home field, how could he give them a chance to gain the upper hand?

The melody roars and pushes the movement to its climax.

Ye Qingxuan advanced, swaying the fire of judgment, and the fire was rolling and flowing, burning towards those few black musicians who were still lucky. Interrupt the melody of their attempts to gather the aether and brew a counterattack.

Once the music theory of the forbidden school is formed, it will strongly repel the forces of the other schools, forming a suppressive effect. With the unlimited supply of the Great Enchantment, Ye Qingxuan really experienced the pleasure of dropping ten meetings with one force for the first time.

Although he will be beaten back to his original form when he leaves Elizabeth Tower, this does not prevent him from having a good time here first and practicing with this group of black musicians!

You have to hurry, or the hell knows how long the big barrier he put together will last......

"It's horrible. ”

In a small shadow, Naberis stared at the young man's back and whispered, "What a deep accumulation? I have just advanced to the level of formal musician, and I have touched the threshold of the resonance level...... If it's not for the 'Obstacle of Knowledge', I'm afraid it's possible to directly upgrade across levels.

Horrible, horrible......"

He listened intently to the roaring melody in the boy's hand, his ears twitching, carefully distinguishing the faint beat, and his hands kept and quickly combining pieces of metal muscle.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, let's just go head-to-head. This new body has not yet been transformed, and its combat effectiveness is simply not worth mentioning...... But I'm a black musician, you won't be surprised to sneak up on it shamelessly, will you?" )