At that moment, in the illusion of collapse, in the collapsed consciousness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The music wrapped in the raging flames was completely incinerated, and countless music theories were completely evaporated in the flames, and under the elements of the Great Source, there was not even a single note left.

But when the ashes were gone, the flames were not extinguished.

The Sun King's face changed.

He could feel that in the elemental fire that had dissolved all of Ye Qingxuan's power, there was still something left, and under the layers of ashes, there was still power that had not been wiped out.

Ye Qingxuan still exists.

He's alive!

Immediately after that, the first note flowed out of it, then the second, then the third...... A waterfall-like torrent of music theory rises from the flames.

It's like opening a box of calamity and unleashing the calamity out of it.

But under the burning and impact of the flames, the countless music theories not only did not dissipate, but ...... Solidifying?

The Sun King was stunned for a moment, but finally came to his senses and let out a roar of rage.

Alchemy?

It turned out to be alchemy!

He turned his flame into a furnace and threw the chapter of fate he had just created into it. Then, with the help of the flame given by Dayuan, temper your own music theory!

Darn!

That madman actually used his own consciousness, his own power, and everything about himself as materials, just like countless metals that had been thrown into an alchemy furnace at tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, fused into a new alloy.

All the dregs that could not withstand the tempering have been completely removed, and the power that can survive and be reborn from the flames has seemed to have passed the test of time for thousands of years and turned into the most perfect form.

And now, the time has come to open the furnace.

'Perfection' emerges from the furnace.

The flames were torn from the inside out, by the dazzling light that surged in an instant, and by the terrifying roar that swept the whole world.

It's thunder and lightning.

Only thunder and lightning have such a dazzling and fiery flame that it seems as if molten metal is flowing in the sky.

Countless electric lights intertwined, turning into a faint humanoid silhouette.

The fierce light tore through the air, like a myriad of fleeting strings, plucked and played, with a sharp and piercing sound.

But when the sounds of countless currents converge and merge into a new rhythm, and when they are ruled by the will within, they become incredibly unified and harmonious.

Perfect without blemish.

This is a qualitative change.

A real qualitative change was born.

Just like Abraham's metallic friction movement, Ye Qingxuan's music theory at this moment also has a unique nature.

"Thunder and lightning? no, it's just plain electricity. ’”

In the faint outline, the electric current oscillated and the piercing hiss converged in one place, turning into a hoarse voice: and the "Interpretation Method" as I understand it advances to the end, the two sides collide, and the external manifestation turns into 'electricity'?"

At this moment, in the countless fleeting electric light, there are tens of millions of times more music theories that are frequently born and die, and every second, there are thousands of collisions of music theories at a speed unimaginable to human beings.

However, under the constraints of the interpretation method, even if it cannot be sensed and controlled, the majestic power is still bound in Ye Qingxuan's will.

No matter how chaotic the power is, it still moves along the established track, and under the surface of turmoil, the beauty of balance is reflected all the time.

It's like a machine.

The Cauldron of Divine turned into a positive pole, and the abyssal projection became a negative pole, colliding with each other to evolve into another form of the Silent Moon, another form that was more violent and turbulent than he had even imagined.

With this as the core, all of Ye Qingxuan's music theories are connected into one.

A new chapter of fate has been accomplished.

From the flames.

In the ashes.

"I'm disappointed that I didn't die, isn't it?"

In the frenzied lightning, Ye Qingxuan's face appeared inch by inch, staring at the furious kings, and let out a mocking laugh:

Don't be angry, I have worse news for you. ”

Rumble!

Ye Qingxuan's eyes burst out with blazing electric light.

Towards the sky, he took the first step, his lips opening and closing, and there was a loud thunderous sound, and he proclaimed, "Let me tell you—"

"Everything you left behind has completely fallen apart!"

The earth shakes.

In the face of the impact and attack of the projection of the kings, he moved forward step by step, the shell intertwined with electricity and light continued to shatter, and constantly reborn, persistently and slowly narrowing the distance between each other.

The thunder still reverberates, cracking the walls, splitting the columns, rotting the gold and iron, and dusting the coats of arms.

"Let me tell you—"

"The era you planned has long been broken by future generations!"

"The country you left behind has become a breeding ground for rot!"

"The future you envision has become the fuel of the fire of resistance. “

"The world you thought you had saved was about to be buried in the system you left behind!"

By the end, the figure shrouded by the thunder and lightning was already close at hand.

From here, the originally emaciated figure had turned into a huge giant, and its five fingers tightened, completely pulling the Sun King into his palm, slowly tightening.

At this moment, the primordial kings were so small.

It's like dust.

The corners of Ye Qingxuan's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, "Now, should we talk about it again: am I qualified to have this power?"

Under the crown, the Sun King's face withered, and his burning eyes were still full of rage: "I curse you, rebel!

"Whatever you want, whatever you want. ”

Ye Qingxuan indifferently tightened his five fingers: "Goodbye, kings."

I don't need your fingers at my character, I don't need an outdated old guy to help me plan my life, and my future will never be dedicated to your world. ”

Rumble!

Burst of thunder.

The outline of that round of scorching sun was completely torn apart by the electric light, the elements collapsed, and the body of the Sun King disappeared in an instant, leaving only the old crown that fell from Ye Qingxuan's fingers, smashed to the ground, shattered in the wailing, and turned into dissipated dust.

But the furious thunder and lightning have not dissipated.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked coldly at the closed door at the end of the hall.

"Hear me, that thing behind the door!"

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, and the hoarse voice seemed to echo between heaven and earth:

"- My life belongs to me alone!"

In the next moment, lightning burst out, playing a frenzied roaring melody, and the door to the extreme realm opened with a bang.

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In the deep darkness, there was a crisp cracking sound.

The magnificent and delicate octagonal crystal was full of cracks, reflecting the dim flames around it, and countless kinds of flames seemed to be refracted in countless sections.

Some are like fires, some are like lava, some are dull, and some are so violent that they want to burn the whole world.

As the crystal broke, the path to the ruins was cut off.

The meditative man wakes up from his long sleep.

On the face that looked like a man and a woman, a crack of electric light appeared. The crack snapped back together, but it snapped open again, closed twice, and then exploded a second time.

The electric light jumped in the cracks, hard to extinguish, and the stench of burnt fire spread.

"He found me. ”

Paganini frowned unhappily, reached out and stroked the crack in his forehead, pulling out a ray of electric light from his fingertips. The remnants of electric light lingered around his fingertips, illuminating his face, the expressionless face clouding in the dancing shadows.

Staring at the electric light at his fingertips, he fell into a long thought.

This is...... What the?