After a short period of time that was not long, but it was difficult to endure as if it had been several lifetimes, Ye Qingxuan finally heard a hoarse voice: "Ye Qingxuan, it's your turn." ”

Immediately, he was tied up with shackles and shackles, as if he were some source of pollution, and he was carefully wrapped in two layers of things that looked like shrouds, and carried by two deformed half-dragons to the altar.

It wasn't until he was carried out of the dungeon that he realized that he had been locked up in the cellar all along.

At this moment, there is only a dead silence left in Auschwitz, and in the collapsed wreckage, you can see those stone-black 'cocoons' everywhere, and in the 'cocoons', the sleeping life is slowly transforming and 'reborn' again.

After tonight, there will be one more clan of the Abyss. At that time, the status of the Hundred Eyes in the natural disaster camp will rise again, and there is a faint tendency to dominate the rest of the natural disasters.

If those things really have any superior-subordinate relationship.

The two 'half-dragons' who were responsible for carrying him were an abyssal clan. This clan emerged from the dark world a hundred years ago, and after merging some demon characteristics, it formed a new race and society, and gave birth to many musicians, faintly imitating the 'moon spirit', and the trend of establishing a kingdom.

It's just that most of the half-dragons are not very intelligent, not even as good as a child, and they have a violent temperament, like to fight and fight, and are loyal, and are deeply loved by the black musicians, and are often recruited as subordinates.

Although it is said to be a half-dragon, it is actually more like a lizard, and it does not have the talent of Long Wei. They are born with an extremely hard layer of scale armor, and they also have ancestral genetic memories, which can be regarded as almost all soldiers.

For example, the two that carried Ye Qingxuan.

Soon, a fishy smell hit my face.

The stench of corrupted blood was really familiar, and it reminded Ye Qingxuan of many unpleasant memories. There is also a faint pungent smell of purified mercury, sulfur, and so on.

Several black musicians commanded two half-dragons to press Ye Qingxuan to the ground. Put shackles on your hands and feet and fix them on the ground. Around him, there was an alchemical matrix that spread out like a circle, and it was faintly possible to distinguish the complex music theory from the abyss.

Around him, there were many musicians who had been treated the same way as him, but all of them were pale. Cursing Colt not far away.

An old musician who was as thin as a night owl stepped forward, examined them one by one, and laughed strangely: "Sure enough, the quality is excellent." Colt, you provided good information!"

"I don't dare to do it, I just do my best. ”

Colt nodded lightly: "It would be great if I could contribute to the praise of destruction." ”

The night owl monster laughed: "Don't worry, this matter is successful, and the head of the regiment will naturally remember your merits." When the time comes, I will definitely invite the Holy Spirit to personally bless and transform for you.

The last one to have an honor was the High Priest of Anglo!"

Colt chuckled softly. He didn't speak, but the musicians who still had their senses under his feet scolded one after another. If it weren't for Colt providing their information and hole cards, they would have been so easy to catch.

Colt ignored it, as if he hadn't heard. On the contrary, the ones who screamed more were all injected with tranquilizers one after another and entered a state of dementia.

And so all was silent again.

Colt no longer looked at the guys, but just stood in the corner admiring them with interest, his eyes faintly mocking.

It's just that for some reason, he was suddenly stunned. It's like seeing something and damn it. This surprised Ye Qingxuan, who squinted his eyes and peeked, and he even saw a trace of ...... in Colt's eyes Fear?

Soon. Colt's expression calmed down, his face sinking into the shadows.

And the old musician who was like a night owl rubbed his hands together, burning small pieces of incense, preparing for the transformation ceremony, and still reciting it in his mouth.

"I said earlier that those faceless Youling are unreliable. The transformation matrix of the Northern Hotel has been destroyed, causing me to waste a lot of thought and get a new one.

By the way, there is also Ye Qingxuan...... Which one is Ye Qingxuan?"

When Ye Qingxuan heard this, he immediately closed his eyes and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

Pity. It didn't work for the eggs, but in the end it was found by the old ghost. He coughed embarrassedly twice and opened his eyes: "What are you looking for me?"

"You are Ye Qingxuan?"

The old ghost looked at him and smiled sharply, "You look good-eyed, no wonder Lord Naberis thinks so highly of you." ”

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. ”

Ye Qingxuan almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his face: "The ghost just wants him to take a fancy to him!"

The old man tilted his head to look at him, wiped a piece of bone from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it, it was like eating a snack, which made the scalp tingle:

"Don't worry, since it's Lord Naberis's orders, you'll be the best at it. The preparation of various materials is ten times that of ordinary people, and when you successfully transform, you will be a dark nova again!"

As he spoke, he smiled: "After you are prosperous, if you still care about the old love, please take care of my old bones." ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched: "No, no, no, I will be revenged, you look so ugly, I will definitely kill your whole family at that time! Why don't you let me go now, or reconsider?"

"Hey, hey, everybody likes to say that, but it's definitely not the same after the transformation. The old man patted him on the shoulder, "You're going to love it." ”

This time, without waiting for Ye Qingxuan to reply, he got up, picked up a bone staff from his assistant's hand, raised it suddenly, and beat it in the void like a drum.

Boom!

The drums roared.

It's like the rod of bone striking on your skull.

Everyone's eyes were dark, dizzy, and almost sane. But the sound of the drum continued to sound like a muffled thunder, and every time it shook people's hearts, they were impetuous, bored and nauseated, their minds were drowsy, and all kinds of illusions were in their minds, and they could hardly control themselves.

Ye Qingxuan's mind was the most sober.

But at this time, it is probably not a good thing to be sober, Ye Qingxuan watched as a deep dark aura rose from the matrix, conjuring up all kinds of dark shadows, and gradually engulfing them.

It was the gift and transformation of the abyss, once swallowed by that thing...... Ye Qingxuan is afraid that in the second half of his life, he can only change his face like his unlucky world and live a life of hiding his head and showing his tail.

No, it is even possible at the moment of successful conversion. Let the moonlight in your body evaporate into ashes!

With such an aggrieved way of death, Ye Qingxuan must not be willing to taste it even if he was killed.

At that moment, he was in a hurry......

"Ah!! help!! it's not good......! Ahem, no! Anyway, something is wrong!"

In the solemn drumming and the praise of the evil gods, Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his throat and screamed, his face pale.

Moment. The drumming stopped.

The old man of the night owl frowned and looked over.

All the other bound musicians also looked over, with a faint expectation in their eyes, waiting for his Jedi turnaround. In those complicated eyes, Ye Qingxuan was covered with cold sweat, and pointed to the sky behind the black musician with difficulty with his fingers:

"You see, there's something strange flying in the sky! like a saucer, and it glows!"

There was an awkward silence.

Everyone looked at him with the eyes of an idiot.

"You ......"

The old man looked at him with some disbelief: "...... Do you really think that someone here is stupid enough to see it?"

"Ahem, won't it?"

Ye Qingxuan looked away shyly: "Then I'll change another way?"

The expressions of all of them became particularly complicated. It's hard to describe, but in short, it's full of the four big words 'damn retarded'.

The old ghost of the night owl sighed and raised his bone staff:

"The ceremony continues! Everyone work hard, first transform this guy with a broken mouth!"

The roaring drums sounded again.

Ye Qingxuan screamed again: "Help, there is really a situation, hey! Look behind you, I mean someone wants to backstab you, you see that guy has taken out his knife...... To tell the truth, I am the illegitimate son of the Anglo royal family, and you let me go. In the future, will it be good for everyone to work together to make a fortune?

Anyway, I have a good brother who is now thriving in Burgundy and is famous. Don't you think about getting to know each other? It's easy to talk about letting me go!"

He was speechless, but the guys didn't move, which only intensified the transformation ritual. He felt like he was about to be swallowed up in darkness.

It's useless to say anything by this time.

Therefore, what the ancients said was right: 'Undecisive and reckless', 'life and death are all down-looking, and a single vertical is to do', although I don't know what the hell 'single vertical' is. But there's nothing wrong with doing it!

Just do it!

The fierce color in his eyes flashed, and the moonlight in his heart faintly lit up - Xiao Yuan was implanted in his body after all, and it was rooted in his own blood.

No matter how powerful those black musicians were, they couldn't have cut open their chests to check his internal organs, right?

In an instant, the sleeping source activated. The small source that transformed into the heart throbbed violently. Like a drum, hurried and low. In an instant, moonlight emerged from the blood and circulated throughout the body.

In just one second, he felt like he had run for thousands of meters, sweating all over his body, his muscles were swollen, and he almost felt like he was going to explode to death. But with the rupture of capillaries, wisps of blood gather in the air, evolving into pure white moonlight.

The moonlight flickered, but it shattered the prohibition imposed on his body.

Ye Qingxuan felt that his dim mind suddenly became clear, and he finally recovered the sense of ether, and jumped up from the ground, surrounded by moonlight. In the call of the moonlight, there was a scream in the air, something broke through the air, fell into Ye Qingxuan's hand, and popped out, turning into criss-crossing strings.

Jiuxiao Huanpei responded to the call and nailed it deep into the transformation matrix, shattering the music theory with great domineering, causing the transformation ceremony to come to an abrupt end.

The drum beat suddenly became chaotic, and the old night owl took a step back under the force of the shock, and his eyes burst out with an eerie green light: "It is worthy of the guy that Naberis is optimistic about, and you will turn the tables if you don't pay attention to it."

Unfortunately, you can't escape ......."

The word 'drop' didn't pop out of his mouth, but instead there were black fragments of internal organs and screams.

Behind him, someone held a short sword and stabbed into the back of the heart, and before the short sword, any alchemical equipment and shield collapsed at the touch of a button, and immediately released disordered fluctuations when it entered the body, shattering the internal organs and destroying the heart.

One hit kills!

The night owl was stunned to turn his head, but his head was pinned from behind, and he didn't see who killed him until he died.

The body fell to the ground, revealing Colt behind him.

"Something flying in the sky?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with disdain in his eyes:

"There are terrible excuses. (To be continued.) )