In an instant, everyone felt a chill for no apparent reason. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Time seemed to freeze, and a clear sword sound sounded in my ears.

In that time, which seemed to be delayed a thousand times over, a cold light flew from the deepest part of the night sky, past the stars, through the clouds, and over the endless oceans and mountains, and fell from the sky.

It was so cold, but with a glow of soul burning, it stung everyone's eyes.

- Soul Leaving Sword Chapter!

The sound of the sword clanging echoed in the ears belatedly, staggered and overlapped, as if turning into the five fingers on the strings of the slow picking, the iron rod hitting the brass drum moving, the drumming and blowing the sheng charming.

A ray of iron light cut through the night sky, and wherever it passed, it evolved into a pattern like water waves. It's like looking up at the world from the bottom of the pool, singing and dancing.

But when the iron light stabbed silently from the night, it smashed the sparkling water and red dust.

Playing the sword as a song, the grand scene of "Dragon Pond Music" evolved, and the true dragon beast nature was extracted from it, and the pure sword light was turned into a dragon shape, hovering above the sky.

"Something!"

The scepter musician who was blocked in front was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the sky-rushing sword light dragon circled around his element, and in an instant, the musician and the scepter froze in place.

The aetheric storm swept through, and the musician and his scepter quietly shattered, dissipating between heaven and earth, leaving only the killing intent to hover around everyone.

One of the Six Emperors, the head of the Yuan family, made a brazen move at this moment, frightening all the scepters that were secretly watching around him and retreating, and in an instant, his courage was wiped out by this fluttering dragon-shaped sword light, and he didn't dare to approach any further.

In a fleeting moment, the dragon-shaped sword light was thrown at the fragment of the ruins, and the fragment was wrapped in the sword light, just like a dragon ball held in the mouth by the dragon, not much nonsense, turned around and left.

"Stuff left!"

The frenzied thunder light cleaved from the clouds, and the phantom of Odin transformed by the Second Emperor was revealed in the interweaving of layers of thunder and lightning, and the mighty melody expanded, and the divinity worked, pressing towards the dragon-shaped sword light.

Compared with the phantom of the giant god who stood up to the sky, that small sword light looked like a broken candle in the wind, but it was incredibly dexterous, tearing apart the thunder and music theory one by one, shaking the divinity hard, and not falling into the wind!

But then, Chopin's figure suddenly emerged from a ray of fluttering moonlight in the void.

Instead of retreating from the blade that was enough to shatter him, he met it in ecstasy, as if he was looking for death, and couldn't wait for someone to kill him.

But the complex and terrifying music theory around him made that ray of sword light deeply jealous, and compared to the ease of facing Odin, he began to be restrained when dealing with him.

In contrast, Ye Qingxuan was a step slower, but he was not in a hurry with him, he just drove the golden dragon to wander around, and his hands were not idle, and a lot of music was thrown towards the ruins.

Those movements played from the ten fingers were just an introduction, Ye Qingxuan played the prologue, and then hundreds of etheric fluctuations followed.

Outside the ruins, the warships of the Nomad Mountain had been burned red under the ninth-level drive.

The huge heart in the Aether Pool was beating wildly, continuously absorbing the power of the Aether Sea, and distributing it to each musician according to the music theory of the Aether Net.

Near-infinite power is at the disposal of musicians, and the purification musicians of the Inquisition have never squandered it so extravagantly. With Ye Qingxuan's guidance, under the order, the armor of the battleship was turned over layer by layer, revealing hundreds of thick pipes, and hot steam gushed out from the pipes.

It was a huge organ that had been warmed up.

After Anglo refurbished, Nomad Mountain has become a literal fortress. After completely dismantling the ship's hull, the alchemists created a massive war instrument for the Nomadic Mountain, embedding a massive pipe organ into it.

There are as many as nine layers of keys, thousands of sound plugs, and tens of thousands of resonance pipes.

At this moment, under the guidance of the ladder, the purification musicians have resonated as one, and they have played the purification movement in tacit understanding with each other, and the magnificent melody of "Night on the Barren Mountain" resounded through the sky.

The clouds were burned red.

Countless meteors fell from the sky with Ye Qingxuan's guidance, it was a red-hot iron light, entangled in the stake of the fire of judgment.

The clouds that wrapped around the nomadic mountains had now turned into scorching furnaces, from which countless iron lights had brewed and condensed, turning into heavy burns at the stake, and with the light of judgment, falling from the sky and smashing into the ruins.

The loud bang kept bursting.

The stake was like a torrential rain, falling from the sky with the wave of Ye Qingxuan's hands.

Each smash at the stake caused a burst of fire, like a hole in the earth that led to purgatory, causing lava to gush out of it.

Rows of burnt racks shrouded all the places that could be seen in the flames.

Ye Qingxuan seemed to wield a hammer and knocked down nails, and every time the stake was wedged into the ruins, the music theory of the Inquisition was deeply nailed into this piece of land.

Wherever the fire is shrouded, it is a holy land.

In an instant, all other forces were expelled by the riotous music on the stake, leaving only pure judgment and destruction. One by one, the demons hidden in the shadows were engulfed in the flames, screaming, and dissipating into ashes in the terrifying temperature.

On the catapult track on the deck, two teams of heavily armed knights of the Witch's Hammer and a team of purification musicians were ready to go, waiting for Ye Qingxuan's order at any time to throw themselves into the battlefield of the ruins.

Now that the water is too mixed, Ye Qingxuan forcibly pressed the impulse in his heart, sat on the mountain and watched the fire, and let them grab it.

First rely on the blessing of the heavenly kingdom on earth, and first turn this piece into your own chassis.

Sensing the music theory of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei and the Heavenly Ladder, the dragon-shaped sword light threw a hurried glance at Ye Qingxuan in the midst of the battle.

"Ye Lanzhou? is not right...... Ye Lanzhou is dead...... Are you the kid who messed around with Anglo? I heard Yuan Jing mention you. ”

A hoarse voice sounded in Ye Qingxuan's ears: "It is also the blood of heaven and man, come over and help the handle, and the Yuan family will have a good reward afterwards." ”

"Can't help, can't help. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand with a regretful face: "Such a big matter, where can I go over to cause you trouble." Hey, prick him in the eye! yes! That's it, I know that Asgard's grandson can't beat you!"

"You kid is so unconscious!"

The head of the Yuan family snorted coldly: "Do you still expect the fisherman to make a profit, aren't you afraid that I will kill you first?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid!"

Ye Qingxuan drove the golden dragon back a few hundred meters, and his expression mocked: "But I'm even more afraid that the black musician is still burying something in the ruins, I said senior, the pie that fell from the sky, do you dare to eat it indiscriminately?"

Collapse!

The sound of cracking rang out from the depths of the ruins.

In the deepest tombs of the earth, the gluttonous feast is coming to an end, and the last ashes stained on the fingertips are sipped into the mouth.

The strange figure in gray linen robe licked his fingers, and turned back, in the dim light of the remaining candles, in the messy tomb, all the broken sarcophagi were already empty.

No remains remained.

All that was left was the cracked crowns piled up in one place, like a ridiculous hill.

The nobles who controlled everything in life and still ruled the world after death ended up all buried in the belly of this ghoul-like monster.

A wind blew through the darkness and swept away the fire, and the darkness swept over the figure.

In the sheer darkness, there was finally the sound of breathing.

It's as if after devouring death, you gain life.

The sound of bones rubbing sounded, and the weak heartbeat gradually recovered, and I couldn't see everything, but I could hear the small echo of flesh and blood being abundant again from the flow of blood.

In the end, what opened in the darkness was a pair of pitch-black eyes burning with white flames.

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And right in the middle of the ruins, the ruptured hall collapsed, revealing the towering altar below.

Blood was sprinkled on the altar, and the spices burned in the fire turned into blue smoke and slowly rose, lingering. Haunting between the seven intricate seals.

Some of the seals had broken and opened, but some were still intact, some were unresponsive, and some were extinguished by the light of the fire, as if breathing.

There were small gnomes standing on the altar, holding copper plates in their hands.

The withered head on the copper plate slowly opened its eyes and stared at the extinguished fire above the altar.

"I want you to come. ”

He opened his mouth and uttered the call with his lips and teeth. The piercing sound echoed between heaven and earth, roaring thousands of miles, resounding through the depths of everyone's heart.

Immediately after, the earth roared and cracked.

In the deep tomb, a figure dressed in gray and white linen slowly walked out. It was not withered, nor ugly, but bright, and its eyes burned like pale flames, majestic and cold.

After devouring the primordial kings, on top of his long gray hair, at some point, there was a bony crown. He came out of the darkness on a white horse, armed with an iron bow and a pot of copper arrows beside the saddle.

The horse's hooves beat against the earth, but it seemed to crush everyone's heart, making everyone gasp.

"Go conquer everything. ”

The withered head said to the knight in white, "Victory and victory!"

So, the white knight slowly raised his head and looked at the sky with his eyes like flames, and his empty gaze fell on the figure in the air, making everyone's hearts suddenly hairy.

Then, he opened his iron bow and placed the bronze arrow on the bowstring, slowly pulling it apart.

It was as if the iron bow made of the tendons of the beast opened, but it made a piercing sound of gold and iron colliding. The bronze arrow and the iron bow rubbed together, bursting into fiery sparks.

"What the hell!"

Ye Qingxuan suddenly counted down his hairs, urged the golden dragon, and galloped backwards. Layers of dragon power are like the sea, and the phantom of heaven on earth descends and covers him in it.

Immediately after, the arrow was aimed at the sky, bursting out with the roar of thousands of people.

Heaven and earth run through.