Collapse!

As the blade advanced, a continuous loud bang burst out of thin air, as if layers of barriers in the void were pierced and shattered by the reversal. Every loud bang will set off a frenzy in the sea of ether.

And in the center of that frenzy, Ye Qingxuan only felt his body tremble, almost suffocating.

The fierceness in Colt's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward.

The blade of the sword sank into the stone door.

Immediately, the underground palace shook violently, and the roars burst out one after another.

Fierce light emerged from the door, and it was a myriad of delicate and frantic notes and movements, which were entangled with each other, formed intervals, and evolved music theory, forming a complex and huge matrix like vines, converging on the stone gate.

Covers every inch of space.

As the reversal pierced, one of the stub circuits was severed, and a scalp-tinging screeching sound erupted out of thin air. It is a melody that is a chronological interpretation, a complete reversal of music theory and notes.

For the Gate of Hades, this is 'fierce poison'!

In an instant, the defense matrix of the Gate of Hades collapsed, and the frenzied ether wave burst out, a loud roar, and the underground palace was in turmoil, and countless sounds collided with each other, surging upwards under the impetus of the huge air pressure.

Eventually, a tidal wave erupted out of the mine and into the sky.

There was a terrible sound like the earth cracking.

In the sky, the resident masters all lowered their heads and looked in the direction of the mine, their eyes clear.

-Finally it begins---

And it was in the depths of the underground palace, but at the moment of the roar, Ye Qingxuan, Colt, and Torre all stepped forward at the same moment, hard against the suffocating etheric torrent, and pressed their hands on the stone door, entering the complex and huge music theory system.

The connection is complete.

Interpretation. Begin!-

At the same time, all the musicians stood by and looked around.

Because the sound of the river raging sounded out of thin air, echoing in this solemn and huge temple, like a tsunami torrent. The heavily guarded musicians looked around, but nothing had changed.

Until a drop of moist, sticky stuff falls from the sky. Fell on one of them in the face.

"Is this rain?"

Someone touched his face, but saw the sticky mud spreading on his hand, he was stunned, looked up, and looked overhead—above the dome, in the countless spliced stone crevices, the viscous mud gushed out and fell from the sky.

"On the ground, on the ground!" someone screamed.

As the silt seeped into the floor, cracks opened in the walls. From the relief of the beast's head, the beast's jaw opened suddenly, and mud gushed out like a tide.

"It's ...... What?" Miller looked down at the mud spreading beneath his feet, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was.

He could see that there was no poison or anything else in it, at best...... It's just ordinary silt.

"Could it be that the Romulus people want to drown us in mud?" someone couldn't help laughing. But the next moment, he couldn't laugh.

Shan Miao raised his hand suddenly, and the copper mountain roared. Foehn blows. In an instant, the heat spread, almost igniting the hair of the people around it. Caused an exclamation in the crowd.

"Shan Miao, are you crazy!"

Then, in the next moment, the boiled mud suddenly dried up, and the water vapor evaporated. A few ethereal shadows loomed, and after they broke away from the mud, they let out angry hisses and dissipated into the air as the water vapor dissipated.

But there were more shadows, wrapped in mud. Climb up from the ankle-sinking mud.

One, two, four, eight......

After the mud slid down, the burly body was exposed to porcelain like gold and iron, with huge square shields, heavy javelins, and spears......

- That's the clay puppet warrior who made so many people miserable in the upper echelons of the dungeon!

As the mud puppet warrior slowly got up, everyone was terrified, and at this moment, when they looked at the mud again, their eyes had become frightened.

There's still some silt here...... This is clearly the raw material that the Romulus people have prepared to make this group of clay figurines! In other words, if they want to, they can use it to catalyze an endless army of clay figurines!

In the desperate suppression of all the musicians, the clay puppets stood up from the mud one after another, and continued to fall apart and return to the mud. Until the end, when the first team of ten and the second team of ten stood side by side, the pressure on everyone suddenly doubled!

When the first 100-member team formed an array, the musicians' offensive suddenly became difficult!

This is the defensive alchemy matrix that was buried when the dungeon was built, and the Romulus people's top craftsmanship and technology can extract mud puppet warriors from the mud anytime and anywhere.

This kind of defense is no longer inferior to the secret realm defense of any large school.

In the face of this kind of guy who lives with destruction, as long as the dungeon is still there, there is no need to worry, the easiest way is to destroy the entire dungeon...... But who would say yes!

Besides, how many can do this?

Moreover, as their offensive slowed down, the speed at which the clay puppets appeared did not change! In an instant, there were already four hundred-man teams roaring forward, and the bursting spears and spears and spear arrays were thrown away without money, which made the musicians miserable.

And, the most terrifying thing is that among this group of guys, there are assassins who specialize in assassinating musicians. If you don't pay attention, you will jump out of the mud under your feet, and your movements will be like a ghost, and a jump will set off a bloody light.

Gülen, who had relied on the formula of change to move around the phalanx, suffered a great loss at the hands of an Assassin hidden in the shell of his companion, and was nearly cut off.

He retreated into the defensive array in a cold sweat, and the iron armor on his body was almost covered with slashing marks.

Fortunately, many teams cooperated with each other skillfully, playing the symphony in a way that resonated in the same key, and withstood the advance of the phalanx. Otherwise, the musicians will be reduced to fighting on their own.

On the battlefield, a small group of enemies like this, separated by battle formations, is as easy to destroy as it is to eat a snack...... In the face of a siege by more than ten times the enemy, everyone used all their strength to meet the battle, striving for the integrity of the encirclement and defense circle.

There are already a lot of musicians who respond quickly, and they have begun to draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle and clean up the mud under their feet, but the amount of mud is endless, and Rao can only clean up a small place as a position.

As a chonist, Miller wanders the inner circle, reciting chants to heal the battered musicians and provide assistance to the musicians who are fighting. In large-scale battles, the presence of a chantor is like an angel to allies.

It's just that Rao is like this, and he also has times when he can't take care of it, and when he is a little distracted, he is almost beheaded by an assassin who fell from the sky.

At this moment, in the heavens and on the earth, in all directions, all places may face the enemy's attack.

If it weren't for Barlow's Fei Lian, I'm afraid he would have been in a different place a long time ago.

"Where's your giant worm!

Miller grabbed Barlow and shook it: "Clean up this mud first!"

Barlow almost vomited blood: "My authority is there a time! Even if I am the successor of the Future School, it is impossible to drag it out of the ether realm three times and twice.

If it gets angry, a tail will shoot out of the Aether, and we'll all be killed together!"

"What then?"

It was only now that Miller realized that as the defensive circle shrank, they who were still in the safe area had been left out. After a moment of inattention, he looked up again to find that they had been defended by a group of clay puppet warriors, and countless broadsword spears were already hungry and thirsty......

And Shan Miao, who was originally the strongest in combat, was still in the distance, and there was no time to support.

Miller's face suddenly became bitter, and he regretted from the bottom of his heart why he chose to take the advanced level of 'Physique Resistance', the only means of ground control were viruses and infections, and there was no way to deal with this group of clay sculptures and wood sculptures at all.

"Is there anything else you can do?" he looked at Barlow with teary eyes, "If you can save your life." ”

Barlow was looked at by him like that, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and made up his mind:

"That's what you said, don't regret it!"

Before he could finish speaking, he pulled out a special ghostly chanting filament from his backpack - a snow-white skirt inlaid with silver threads, embroidered with roses and roses, which looked extraordinarily gorgeous and elegant, with a faint fragrance.

But when Barlow grabbed it in his hands, the atmosphere was weird, like a lewd man who stole someone else's skirt in the middle of the night and wanted to do something to it.

Sensing the gaze of those around him, he gritted his teeth without tears - it was the harvest of an ancient expedition he had taken a few years ago, a strange and eerie summoning faction movement inherited from a lost school.

The effect of the movement is powerful, the consumption is minimal, the explosiveness is amazing, and it is suitable for all situations.

However, after using it once, Barlow hid it deep at the bottom of the box, vowing that if it were not for his life, he would never have such a shameful music again.

Only now......

If there is anything good to set the west, don't hide it, it's better to be embarrassed than to die.

In the melodious and ethereal music, the white dress in Barlow's hand suddenly floated - the spirituality conceived in the music emerged, and in the white dress a stunning silhouette of a young girl.

The silhouette of the girl looks as white as snow, black as carbon, and lips as red as blood, beautiful and moving, and her singing voice is ethereal and elegant, with a hint of sweetness, pure as a fairy. Countless musicians were attracted by the singing, and when they looked back, they were swallowed.

It's just that in those countless fiery eyes, the silhouette of the girl slowly turned back, revealing a sexy beard, an erect garlic nose, and a bloody mouth.

Under the shroud of spirituality, even the hideous scar looks much more charming, and the eyes are seductive, so ugly that this kind of look can make people fall in love.

- It's Barlow's own face! (To be continued.) )