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"You tried to stop her, but you fulfilled her, didn't you?"

A soft voice sounded from Ye Qingxuan's ears: "Everything has long been arranged by God, perfect, haha, this is the Holy City, Ye Qingxuan."

Anyone is a bargaining chip in their hands, including her and you. ”

The voice asked softly, "Are you sure you're still on their side?"

It's Paganini.

It's Paganini again.

This time, Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to turn his head back.

He just felt tired.

Sitting on top of the toppled bell tower, he lowered his head, no longer looking at the sky, pulled out the crumpled paper bag from his bosom, and lit the last crooked cigarette.

He took a deep breath, looked at the fire on his fingertips, and suddenly asked, "Paganini, I really don't like the Holy City, but do you know why I don't want to cooperate with you?"

Paganini was silent.

"To be honest, I didn't know it at first, but now I finally understand. ”

Ye Qingxuan laughed self-deprecatingly, "Because I've always tried to make this world a better place." Paganini, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at him coldly:

"—and you, don't deserve it. ”

Paganini sneered, didn't speak, didn't even make a move, just looked at him, like looking at a fool, a ...... A neuropathy that doesn't understand anything.

"No need to talk nonsense, Paganini, don't you want that thing? I'm not going to fight you anymore, I'm going to give up. So, what are you waiting for?

Go grab it, go and grab it like a mad dog, fight for your ambitions. ”

Ye Qingxuan coldly retracted his gaze, leaned against the ruins, and closed his eyes tiredly:

"I just want to be quiet, so ...... . ”

Paganini took one last look at him.

Suddenly I felt that I was looking at the wrong person.

Ye Qingxuan was not the person he imagined to have hatred.

The hateful man is fire, lava, and will burn everything, but he is not.

He's just a fool.

The phantom dissipated.

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When Paganini reappeared, the Abyssal Sages were in disarray, anger pouring out on him from nowhere.

Ghostly shackles burst out from all around him, sending him into a cage.

"You've done a good job!"

The withered head roared, "What the hell are you thinking, Paganini, you have ruined everything! The four horsemen left behind by the Holy Spirit, the last power and future of the abyss will be destroyed because of you!"

"Isn't that good?"

Paganini sneered, "From the beginning, I didn't intend to let the clay wood sculptures you made rise above me, because you were too simple.

Why should I bow down to those four puppets you control?"

"It's all over now, Paganini. ”

The head looked at him coldly, and his eyes burst with hatred: "Maybe we will be exhausted in this battle, and you will definitely not end well."

I was just trying to see where you, the new Dark Lord, got the guts to be presumptuous in front of me. Soon, you will know that we can make you or destroy you!"

"No, you won't. ”

Paganini smiled and spread her fingers.

Above the five fingers, the black mist swirled, transforming the face of the withered head, which was lifelike, making the skull's expression stunned.

Is that...... Changing music theory?

"No! when are you ......?"

His face changed drastically, and he looked around, only to find that at some point, everyone was stunned, and there was no reaction, just looking at him directly.

The expression of the head was distorted: "When did you plant the music theory of the change!"

"As much as I would love to tell you, it's actually a secret. ”

Paganini smiled, pressed his palm to the withered head, and finally said goodbye: "So, it's better for you not to know......"

The head wanted to wail, but it couldn't make a sound.

When Paganini's palm was removed, the copper disc suspended in the air slumped to the ground, and only the broken skull, which was left with mutilated bones, shattered to the ground.

It's like a broken wine glass.

A breeze blew in the deep darkness, and with it all the shells of the Abyssal Sages crumbled, like golems piled up of sand. The power he had accumulated over his life was like a spring, merging into wisps of gray mist and flying to Paganini's fingertips.

In the end, there was no trace.

Only Paganini was left alone in the dark.

In the faint afterglow of the candle flame, his face became more and more weird, handsome and indistinguishable from men and women, but it made people feel a strong sense of inhumanity.

Obviously, the perfect facial features are perfectly inlaid on the face, but there is no human breath between the eyes and eyebrows.

"Thank you for your continued care and support, and in return, I would like to give you this tomb where the first kings are buried.

May you find the future you seek in eternal death. ”

Paganini whispered goodbye to the ashes, and then quietly left.

The sound of thunder came from the surface of the earth long away, shaking down the dust and extinguishing the last candles.

Darkness is coming.

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The sound of thunder grew stronger.

Ever since that hallucinatory cry, a frenzied thunder rang out from the sky, and the roar seemed like a storm was coming, but there was no cloud in the night sky, let alone the light of lightning.

That's pure music theory friction.

A large crack opened in the etheric realm, sprinkling miracles towards the material realm, as if the magnificent power of creation was running in it, and the elements of horror unimaginable to mankind were emerging in it, constantly stirring, rubbing, and bursting out with a shocking thunder.

At this moment, the sky has become a forbidden area.

The aftermath of the collision of elements came and went, intertwined like water ripples, spreading in all directions, and exerting great pressure. The material is not damaged, but all music theory is vibrating in the aftermath.

It's like a house wailing in an earthquake.

If the scepter of the inferior element is placed in it, it will completely burst in an instant, and there is no room for the weaker Fateful Chapter. The musician who approached hastily was swept away by the aftermath, and fell from the sky like a mosquito, and fell to the ground into a mess of rotten flesh.

Before that, his will, his fate, and all music theory had been brutally erased.

This is the crucible of creation, the embodiment of the destruction of the world, the huge power of the world, in which all human beings are just dust, and there is no way to hinder it, not even the praying mantis that blocks the car.

Crystals are growing, and from the tiny core, new natural disasters are taking shape.

But Ye Qingxuan just looked up at the sky, lying in the ruins, motionless. Originally, he wanted to mix in the ruins and occupy his share in the natural disaster that was born.

But now that he knew the nature of that thing, he didn't even have the desire to touch his hands.

As he told Paganini, he gave up.

The power poured out of the blood, the miracle of the lives of countless people.

What's the difference between something like this and rotten meat?

It's disgusting just to think about.

But in the silent waiting, the body of the scourge has gradually emerged, growing wildly, and metamorphosing towards the most perfect form.

In the friction and collision of countless elements, new music theory and power are slowly emerging from it.

At this time, no musician will focus on anything else, their consciousness, their gaze, all their senses are cast to the sky, using all means to get close to the core, sensing the earth-shattering changes, and experiencing the mystery of the world.

Everyone sees something different, but everyone feels that they have only seen the tip of the iceberg of the behemoth, and it is difficult to get a full picture.

Just gazing and sensing make one's own power grow wildly, and the ether fluctuations erupt one after another like a volcano.

But soon, the waves of nothingness dissipated, and the elements of collision gradually disappeared.

In the reluctant and greedy gaze of countless musicians, the rift in the etheric realm closed silently, and the gift from Dayuan had ended.

They don't have time to melancholy and pity.

Because with that moment coming, the mighty bell rang in the perception of all musicians in the entire material world.

It is heralded that new forces have emerged, and new rules and orders have been laid.

A new scourge is born out of nothingness!

At this moment, the existence hanging high in the sky finally revealed its true face.

It was a strange stone wheel carved out of rock. The stone wheel seems to have been scribbled with hundreds of scales precisely, and under each scale, there are strange patterns formed by countless intricate notes.

If you look closely, you can't feel the texture of the rock at all, but it is just an illusion caused by the distortion of the air, and it is difficult to determine whether it has weight or not.

It's as if the surface of the world has peeled off, revealing a crack to the core, giving a glimpse of the intricate structure within.

At this moment, the stone wheel stood tall in the sky, still and still, but it gave the illusion that the whole world was slowly revolving around it.

Perhaps, it is really spinning.

It's just that it's the midpoint of the world, and when it decides to move, it's the whole world that rotates.

Just sensing and seeing, in an instant, everyone understands its essence.

As everyone expected, after eating countless foods, the natural calamity that was born has stepped into the realm of divine evil and natural calamity, and is ranked with the three pillar gods and the three sages.

It's just that it is neither the embodiment of human nature nor the operation of divinity, but a purer instrument, a tool of creation created to achieve a certain purpose.

Or rather, pure artifact.

In the rotation of the stone wheel, all the music theory of Vientiane is subdued, and all the elements emerge just right, converging into a whole.

Originally, the moment it appeared, everyone should have felt its power - if it was a lethal type artifact, it was not impossible for all the musicians to die as soon as it was born, and if it was a miracle of the relief type, then it would naturally be full of vitality.

But now, no one perceives any difference from usual.

It wasn't until a musician was about to take the lead that he realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but exclaim—the Aether Realm, which was originally close at hand, had not responded to his call, and the rules of the Material Realm were still as strong as before.

What was originally enough to shake the earth is now only able to set off a faint ripple in the material world!

It was only now that they discovered that the material realm and the etheric realm had been quietly separated, and the boundary between the two was no longer ambiguous, but had become clear.

The nine-story Aether Sea seemed to have a new order and support, and the structure was complex and clear, forming a perfect balance between the two realms.

Everyone's scalp was completely numb.

This artifact can actually control the 'distance' between the material realm and the etheric realm!

As long as it operates, whether it is to completely overlap the material realm and the etheric realm, creating a magical realm that is unimaginable to human beings; It is only easy to completely separate the material realm from the etheric realm, to isolate the elements and the scepter, to cut off the flow of the etheric sea, and to create a vacuum where the ether naturally does not exist.

It was only at this time that the name it was bestowed by Dayuan appeared in everyone's hearts.

- Wheel of Balance!