In an instant, the young man's eyes were resolute, and he opened his palm, emitting a blazing flash.

The sun is falling.

Suddenly, the light of the countless mirror matrices that refracted and almost turned into the sun blinded everyone's dog eyes. Immediately after, in the midst of a miserable scream, Ye Qingxuan suddenly threw the body of the saint towards the iron storm.

There was a bang.

The body of the saint fell apart and was cut into a dozen large and small parts!

――Between good friends, it is natural to know how to share!

I don't know how many people exclaimed and reprimanded, and there was a lot of chaos, but even so, there were still people who rushed over against the blinding light, trying to snatch the broken wreckage.

First of all, Shan Miao rode the flames down from the sky, reached into the blazing light, grabbed it with both hands, and several pieces fell into the bag - his left arm, ribs, and heart!

The three-headed dog burst out, opened its mouths, took a deep breath, swallowed all the pieces of the scepter, and then pulled back sharply.

Because immediately after, almost all the musicians flocked to him.

Debris flew all over the sky.

There was a thunderclap, and a musician with dirty pigtails burst through the air, and the speed was staggering. A white wave of air swept through, and the protective gear on his hands and feet rubbed almost crimson. Everywhere they passed, all those who stood in their way were swept over by a brutal crash.

He grabbed two things against the blazing light, and then he was engulfed by a violent storm, and rolled out of the battle in black, vigilantly withdrawing from the fight.

Another giant hand emerged from the crack and grabbed the saint's right leg. It disappeared in an instant.

Barlow's scythe chicken thief flew low, biting down on a piece of crystal that rolled out of his chest, and vanished. Hidden merit and fame. Several musicians in the team worked together to divide the saint's right leg.

With a roar, a three-meter-tall, pitch-black giant burst his clothes, jumped out of the crowd, kicked a contender, and snatched half of his left hand. A few ups and downs. He jumped out of the crowd with a loud bang, his body shrinking rapidly, and his artificial muscles dissipated in the wind. Miller stepped out of it, smiled and put away his trophy, and took out a transparent test tube filled with liquid that wasn't a good thing at first glance.

He gathered around a few. The musician, who was clearly ill-intentioned, shook it. Ready to smash. The musicians' expressions twitched, and their footsteps froze.

In the midst of the fierce strife, all the musicians fought together, and one of the musicians had red eyes, took out a dagger with his backhand and stabbed one of the competitors in the back of the heart, and the competitor fell down, but he was also stunned, and an iron light erupted from his throat. With a nimble twist, his head fell to the ground.

Death to those who violate the contraband.

And just a few musicians fought one after another. The spine of the saint in the body, which was coveted by most people, was lifted by the air wave, and rolled in an arc in the air, falling outward.

And then it fell squarely into the hands of one man.

It's like a coincidence.

"What luck. ”

Facing everyone's stunned eyes, Colt, who had already stood there in advance, sighed softly and retracted a section of his spine effortlessly.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, he looked at the white-haired boy on the other end of the crowd without a trace.

The boy stood still, looking at the precious remains of the saints of the group of human snatchers, just smiling and standing with his hands tied. It's like having no coveting of the remains of the saints.

It was in his waist bag, propped up in a circular silhouette.

Where the buckle is placed, a strand of burnt hair is exposed.

The most precious part of the saint's remains, the Skull of Knowledge, had fallen into his pocket before he knew it.

The various parts of the body of the saint have different uses depending on the field in which the saint excelled and the scepter.

For example, some saints wear their fingers on their bodies, which can provide the ability to breathe underwater and survive in the deep sea. And some saints can have a near-immortal body if their hearts are transplanted into their bodies.

And in all the remains of the saints, the only part that is the same is their heads. The head engraved with the chapter of fate and all spirituality is called the skull of true knowledge. It can only be used once, but if the school is suitable, it can be used to obtain a mystical experience with the residual power of the saints.

Lift through the fog of reality and get a glimpse of the true face of the Aetheric Sea. And at the end of this experience, the user has gained most of the insights of the saint during his lifetime, and has made great strides in music theory and cognition.

For Ye Qingxuan, the magical alchemy equipment and various special abilities are far from the growth of his own strength, if he uses it properly, it is not impossible to even break the musician's seven questions and promote resonance.

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan put away the treasure and pushed it away with a light face, Colt did not break the heavy treasure he was carrying, but said lightly: "I didn't force out your hole cards, it seems that you are hiding deeper than I thought." ”

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan just smiled slightly, and smiled meaningfully.

"Try a few more times, there's always hope. ”

Hopefully, the hell!

There is no such thing as hole cards, can you force it! You want hole cards? No, I have a whistle from a neurotic master here, you can either take it!

Soon, after a fierce battle, everyone took turns to scheming, and after a series of strange tricks, the remains of the saints were finally divided.

Shan Miao summoned Barlow, handed him his loot, and after whispering a few words to Ye Qingxuan, Ye Qingxuan nodded, and then his eyes flashed, and he simply fainted neatly.

On the side, Miller had already prepared to brush up various potions and movements in turn to give him emergency treatment. Seventy percent severe burns, severe blood loss and energy exhaustion......

The incarnation of the Holy Spirit also comes at a price, especially since Samue has only just been promoted to the resonance level, and he is too unfamiliar with this kind of power that can distort reality.

The more powerful the force, the more difficult it is to control, and the more terrible the movement, the more serious the consequences of losing control.

A single note mistake can be devastating.

Barlow summoned a bear and lifted him on his back. The invisible Fei Lian looks after the surroundings. He looked at Ye Qingxuan: "What should I do next?"

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at the door of the underworld that had opened a gap behind him.

"Next, it's up to us to see what's inside......"

The Gates of Hades. In front of that gap in the line, Colt, Torre and Ye Qingxuan, who came over unhurriedly, stood in front of the door, looking at each other.

But no one has taken a step forward.

The remains of saints alone are so difficult to deal with, if you go inside the door and see the remains of six saints crawling out of the coffin...... Wouldn't it be bad!

It's unlikely, but who knows if there is?

In silence, Colt looked at Ye Qingxuan with a smile: "You invite first?"

According to the rules. It should be Ye Qingxuan who went first, go first and pick first, and whatever loot he finds will be his own. But since the benefits are their own. Then there is no need to rush.

He thought for a moment and looked at Torre, "You first?"

Torre smiled, but just hugged his sleeping brother, and didn't move. Instead, he looked at Colt: "Come on." ”

Took a turn. It's back here, but Colt isn't surprised, but seems to have expected it for a long time.

Of the three, he was the best observer, and if it was him, he would have known if there was danger behind the door. Therefore, neither of them could rule out that there was nothing behind the door. Colt was simply posturing to scare themselves.

Hear them say that. Colt just smiled, no longer shirking, and walked towards the door.

The emaciated figure disappeared into the darkness, and no echo was heard.

There was a long silence.

It stands to reason that Colt should say hello when he walks in, whether he finds something or not, but the absence of a response for so long can't help but make people have some bad conjectures in their hearts.

Just as Ye Qingxuan and Torrey looked at each other, suddenly an angry roar came from behind the door.

It's Colt.

The roar was like a mad roar after losing its mind, with an irrepressible astonishment and hysteria.

Ye Qingxuan and Torre were stunned for a moment, and then rushed into the darkness behind the door.

Soon, they saw Colt.

He stood in the darkness, his eyes gloomy and angry, and the back of his hand holding the wooden staff was bruised. It was the first time Ye Qingxuan saw him so out of control, he couldn't even restrain the ether fluctuations, if this was in the black zone, I am afraid that he would have exploded in the backlash of music theory.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, looked around, and then was also stunned.

Torre also looked around, silent, only his face changed, and after a long time, he sighed: "The mechanism is exhausted." "Turn and leave.

In the darkness, Ye Qingxuan stared at everything he observed in his silent eyes, and after a long time, he reached out and took out the torch from his arms, ignited it, and held it high.

The light lit up, and with Ye Qingxuan's footsteps, inch by inch, it swept through the dark hall behind the gate.

On the walls, there are majestic murals depicting the kingdom of heaven, which have gradually lost their color and become mottled after thousands of years. The angel in the mural has a blurred face, and when he looks down on the comer, his eyes are subtle and hazy, as if he is gazing at the present from the distant past.

In the midst of countless dust and cobwebs, eleven huge statues of gods stood in the temple. The eleven main gods from the Pantheon of Romulus have stood like this for thousands of years, and they have long since been dilapidated.

It is like a lost temple, dilapidated and decaying, and has not been worshiped for many years.

Beneath the statues of the gods, there was an altar of fire, but the flame in the altar had long since been extinguished, leaving only a gray ember. Next to the altar of fire, the chair of the fireman has decayed slightly, and the body of the saint can be vaguely seen.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

There was no expected aristocratic cemetery, no hardships, not even spiders and mosquitoes. There was only such an empty temple.

The silence makes people feel desolate.

There is no more access to it.

The dungeon is here, and it's over.

"So, what's going on?"

Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the huge broken statue in front of him, and after a long time, he dropped the torch and looked at Colt: "Have you found any other clues such as secret passages or secret rooms?"

Colt looked back at him, a hint of mockery in his gloomy eyes.

"If I found out, would I be like this?"

Who knows? You scheming can do anything......

Of course, this kind of thing can only be muttered in the stomach, and when it is said, Colt may immediately turn his face. But although he still had the strength to joke, Ye Qingxuan's heart couldn't help but sink.

In the observation of the Silent Eye, there are no dark chambers or secret passages, nor are there any mezzanines. There was nothing behind the mural, Ye Qingxuan reached out and cut two pieces of it down, and found that there was only loess behind it. No information is visible on the screen.

The earth is flat, and like the statues of the gods, they are cut directly from the rock formations.

He reached out and took out the fractured 'ground probe' that he had picked up in the dungeon, poked the ground twice, and found that hundreds of meters down from here were dense rock formations, and there were no gaps.

In other words, here, there really isn't anything to hide.

So, here's the problem......

Ye Qingxuan fell into deep thought.

- Where did the Yellow King go? (To be continued.) )