Astonishing aether fluctuations burst out.

In the midst of the two sacrifices, one played the war drum, and the drums sounded desolately, and in the midst of the desolate drums, the mire boiled, and six huge heads slowly rose from the mire.

The six-headed giant snake was more than ten meters tall, with dark green scales all over its body, exuding a frosty chill, and suddenly pounced in the direction where Shan Miao was.

Immediately after that, another musician blew the horn, and the horn sound was deafening, as if it contained the will to fight and the will to kill that had condensed into substance. With the help of the sound of the horn, the speed and strength of the clay puppet warriors suddenly increased again, as if they were frantically attacking the musician's camp.

At the same time, the sound of the horn that encompasses the music theory of the heart continues to erode the musicians' will to fight, amplifying fear and trembling hundreds of times overwhelmed.

In just an instant, more than a dozen people were chopped down by the soldiers of the legion, and their bones were gone.

No one thought that in the clay puppet army, there would be musicians with the army, and they were all of this type who were good at large-scale assistance. After the loss of the other, the Sage's body once again gained the upper hand.

It held its scepter aloft, its cracked scepter glowing brightly. In the suppression of the field of scepters and the impact of each other's music theory, the hole of annihilation that only knows how to devour rigidity has shrunk to half of its original, and the music theory structure is gradually collapsing, and I am afraid it will not last long.

In the other hand, its head chewed gold, singing hoarsely, and thunder and lightning constantly burst out of its dark eye hole, jumping through the crowd. The blazing light, each flicker, completely vaporizes an enemy.

And the thunder light seems to have a special sense, specifically aimed at those musicians who have been judged to have a special threat. In just a few seconds, six musicians were engulfed by lightning one after another.

Only two people survived, and one of them flickered like a bubble, and perished with it. Unscathed, it is obvious that there is a special self-defense movement.

The other was a little more miserable, crawling out of his charred shell like a molt, his flesh and blood blurred, and he was soon regained his whole body under the healing of the chants.

Those two people are obviously famous, and there are a lot of life-saving treasures in their hands. Musical instruments are not ordinary. No longer hiding his strength, with all his might, he actually withstood the huge pressure and saved many people.

In the hands of the saint's remains, the head slowly twisted, locking the figures of the two people, and the thunder in the eyes was brewing, ready to attack. But at this moment, a bright light flew in the oblique time.

Syllable!

A chain of electricity that spanned hundreds of meters slammed into the skull's face. The heat, which was enough to turn ordinary people to ashes, didn't damage the skull in the slightest.

For it, this level of lightning is more of a 'humiliation' than an attack. It's like taking advantage of his negligence, someone rushed up and 'snapped' his hand and slapped him loudly.

The thunderous eyehole suddenly lifted, staring into the distance, locking on to a figure in the crowd.

Over there. The boy holding the cane waved excitedly towards the head, meaning:

"-Hey. Look here!"

At that moment, the moonlight lead extended from the wound on his fingertips, and thousands of wisps came with the wind, and the moonlight between the unreal and the real gently wrapped around the remains of the saint.

Immediately afterwards, the image of the invisible river emerged from Ye Qingxuan's heart, leading along the moonlight. The whistling came, penetrating into the consciousness of the remainder of the body.

If it still has a 'consciousness' thing.

It stands to reason that even if a saint is incarnated as a miracle, it is impossible for him to retain consciousness in his body after death. At most, the consciousness is placed on the ether, sublimated into the Holy Spirit, and sent to the Holy City for worship.

The corpses of ordinary people may rot and decay in two or three years, but the remains of saints are different, because they have undergone the transformation of the chapter of fate, they can last for thousands of years. There is also the power of the Sage hidden in it, which is a rare treasure, such as Ye Qingxuan's Eye of Indra.

What's more, this complete Sage's body was obviously transformed by an alchemist, and was connected to the music theory matrix of the entire dungeon, and could even awaken the scepter that had already fallen.

Therefore, Ye Qingxuan suspected: There must be something left in this body!-

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt that he had plunged into the light.

The endless brilliance of light engulfed his perception, almost incinerating him—as if suddenly, in the scorching sun, all the conspiracies and tricks were hidden in the light.

- The Chapter of Fate!

Ye Qingxuan only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was almost evaporated in an instant. Fortunately, the existence of the 'invisible river' is extremely small, between existence and non-existence, and it was not burned in an instant.

He didn't expect that what was filling this skeleton at this moment was the spirituality of the 'Chapter of Fate'. The music that sings the praises of the greatness and splendor of the Romulus Empire is as spiritual as the scorching sun, majestic and domineering, shining in all directions.

What surprised him even more was that the Romulus people had engraved the Saint's Destiny Seal on the saint's body, and made his body into a puppet through alchemy.

This explains why a dead man can possess the scepter of a musician, the Realm of Calling, which is an extremely powerful alchemical equipment in the first place!

It's just made of the remains of the saints.

Musicians often say that a good movement has a soul, and spirituality is the soul of a movement. But replace the soul of man with the soul of the movement...... It's too hell.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to vomit blood: What kind of evil research did those Romulus people do? Didn't they say that they respected the dead, went to the earth for peace, and worshiped the family fire and the spirits of the ancestors!

Now don't talk about the consciousness of the saints, just the mutilated afterglow of the Fateful Chapter is almost beyond his limit!

He shook and controlled the invisible river that had shrunk to the extreme, reducing the speed at which his consciousness was evaporating, and he felt a dimness in front of him. Soon, in the river between existence and absence, a soft ray of moonlight lit up......

"Since it's a movement, it can be 'interpreted', right?"

In an instant, he controlled the moonlight to melt into the scorching sun, and began to decipher the music theory of his fateful chapter. Soon, two lines of nosebleeds flowed out of his nostrils, and the intense exertion made him feel overdrawn.

Ignoring anything else, he took out a bottle of potion from his bosom and poured it down, desperately maintaining the connection between himself and the Sage's body.

His study of the school of mental imagery is not as profound as forbidden, and the difficulty of interpreting the music in the consciousness of others has directly increased by several notches. I can only go all out, and I don't even have time to pay attention to things outside my body.

Although he did not perceive Ye Qingxuan's threat to himself, the remains of the saints could clearly feel the connection between them, and this kind of action involving the integrity of their own music theory structure was obviously set as a warning matter. Soon, its head locked on Ye Qingxuan again, and a blazing thunder burst out in its eyes, and in an instant, it rushed to its face.

At the last moment, a white lion jumped out from Ye Qingxuan's side, swallowing thunder and lightning, and its iron-like body was also burned red, almost melting.

After the steel white lion, Barlow wiped his cold sweat and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Are you in a daze in this kind of place?"

"Don't worry so much, help me block it!"

Ye Qingxuan didn't even care about wiping the nosebleed, he just gritted his teeth, clenched the Nine Heavens Ring, and devoted himself to the interpretation of the Chapter of Fate.

"-Immediately!"-

Immediately?

No one knows how long the immediate moment is, and in the midst of the changes in thinking and consciousness, the 'instant' becomes so long.

Ye Qingxuan transformed his consciousness into moonlight, integrated it into the spirituality of the movement, and tried his best to interpret its structure, but when he realized what kind of behemoth it was, he felt his own insignificance.

Although it is not known what the original name of this madrigal-like chapter of fate is, there is no doubt that it involves at least four schools of music theory: change, chant, calling, and abstinence.

The music theory of countless notes is transformed into a behemoth like a scorching sun.

Although it has gradually dimmed and mutilated in the passage of time, it still does not belong to the scope that Ye Qingxuan can solve. Observations alone have exhausted all their efforts.

Compared with the huge music theory system in the Chapter of Fate, the current Ye Qingxuan is not even a dust at all, let alone four or two thousand catties, borrowing strength.

In the dark space of consciousness, the spirituality of that movement hangs high like a sun wheel, shining with endless light, just like the glory and greatness of Romulus in the past.

As the realm of the scepter changed, the scorching sun rotated, transforming into layers of light and flames, and music theory intertwined and rubbed together, bursting into a magnificent movement. Although it was unable to operate at full strength due to its incompleteness, it still firmly suppressed the counterattack of the musicians and maintained the integrity of the realm.

Wait a minute......

In an instant, a ridiculous thought flashed in Ye Qingxuan's heart, and soon, he made up his mind, and his five fingers slowly closed as if he had grasped something invisible.

Collapse!

A low, faint chime spread, and the long, eternal chime was hidden in the chaos, fleeting.

And in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the moonlight was blazing!

- Xiaoyuan, open!

As if he had broken free from the shackles of his body in an instant and gained unparalleled freedom, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was closer and closer to the ether than ever before, and his strength was also skyrocketing endlessly.

For the first time, he experienced the power of the resonance level in the red zone, but he didn't expect it to skyrocket to such an extent...... In it, Xiaoyuan also played a role in fueling the fire.

The higher the density of the ether, the greater its power and the amplification it provides.

It's only fifteen minutes, but it's enough.

In the consciousness space, Ye Qingxuan smiled, transformed into moonlight, and the moth threw himself into the scorching sun like a fire! )