The moment he walked out of the dungeon, Ye Qingxuan was almost 'suffocated'. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the chaotic streets, the screams of the crowd are everywhere.

The sun is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes close at hand, one side is dazzling and blazing as if walking under the sun, and the other side is so cold that people's bone marrow is frozen.

In the light, the shadows danced abnormally, like living creatures.

The twilight sky became like a pot of boiling molten iron, splashing down in turmoil. Cracks appeared in the ancient buildings, and the roar of collapse could be heard from the depths of the earth.

The colors of reality are peeling and fading under the aether waves, and the city of steel is gradually being alienated into a demonic realm.

The roaring bells rang deafeningly, layered in layers, and the vast barrier supported the foundations of the city, resisting the erosion of the aether tide and preventing it from falling apart in this terrifying wave.

Thousands of towers erupt with blazing light, opening up the dancing darkness and illuminating the world.

In this twilight, when all the light was rapidly fading, the Holy City glowed as if it had been ignited, even if it was scorched red by the light and filled with rifts.

The power of the abyss erupted, and the first to meet the impact was the Holy City.

The first to be affected is the human senses.

Those with more sensitive perception have already spied on the huge black shadow that is gradually emerging above the canopy, and in the peeping of countless pairs of cold eyes, the will has been tortured like a whiplash, and it is on the verge of collapse.

But the sluggish people didn't realize it, and just looked at the people in the crowd who suddenly fell to the ground, spitting blood, and fell into madness, and fled screaming and fleeing around.

It's like a rat that doesn't know he's in a scorching iron house.

As soon as the celebrations in the Holy City ended, the funeral was hurriedly staged.

This is already the center of the battlefield.

The scorching foehn swept through, a precursor to a terrible war.

Fortunately, a musician with a deep background like Ye Qingxuan is okay, in the chaotic roar along the way, there are already many musicians who are staggering and running, suddenly falling to the ground, bleeding from their facial features, and their heart sounds collapsing, and they died tragically on the spot.

Even Ye Qingxuan felt suffocated for a while at this time, if it weren't for the protection of the clothes of original sin, he would definitely be dying, and his combat power would be more than forty percent lost.

Now the Holy City Barrier is operating at full capacity, doing its best to maintain order in the human world, so that this place will not evolve into a dark world.

The material world seems to be just chaos, and nothing else is out of the ordinary.

But in the deepest depths of the Aether Realm, the vast abyss has collided with the Holy City in the same place, bursting out with endless turmoil and roar.

The Holy City glows with endless light.

The abyss shook, shaking off a cloud of dust—the seed of the demon.

The battle between the two behemoths affected the entire Aether Realm, and under the impact of the terrifying wave, even the light of the scepter in the far distance turned into a candle in the wind, crumbling.

I don't know how many secret realms have fallen apart in the impact.

In the battle between giants, the first to suffer is the ants.

Countless strange creatures in the Aether Realm panicked and fled in all directions, fleeing to other secret realms before the next terrifying aftermath arrived.

The chaos in the etheric realm is like this, and the sea of ether is also turbulent.

When the terrifying shock passed through the nine layers of the Aether Sea and reached the material realm, it almost shattered the closest holy city. The turbulent music theory and terrifying changes are like storms and tsunamis to musicians.

The drastic changes in the outside world caused an imbalance in the music theory in the body, which caused catastrophic consequences.

Orientals call this phenomenon 'headwinds'.

Musicians with weak foundations and unreasonable internal music theory construction have almost all been affected to a greater or lesser extent, and the relaxed ones are just a burst of boredom and vomiting blood.

As for those who take precious potions to advance, the changes in music theory in the body can't keep up with the external environment, or those who have been forcibly suppressed by being seriously injured in the early years, they often have aether riots in their bodies, and some of them die on the spot, and the others are also affected by the soaring density of aether in the blood, affecting the heart and brain system, and falling into shock.

At this moment, the density of the ether in the holy city is constantly changing, and I don't know how many of the ether spheres that are trying to measure directly explode. As if thrown into the eye of the storm, the density sometimes becomes harmless white zones, and sometimes soars to terrifying levels that are incomparable to black zones.

For musicians, the Holy City has instantly become one of the most terrifying forbidden places in the dark world, places like the relics of natural disasters.

And for ordinary people, it's not much better.

At this moment, the Holy City has turned into a cauldron of alchemists to concoct potions, and even if there is an enchantment, it is still reacting violently all the time.

In the places where some of the alchemy matrices were enriched, the etheric realm and even the material realm faintly overlapped, forming 'flood vents' one after another, and the aftermath of chaos erupted out.

Countless strange and ethereal phantoms shuttled through the air.

Some are harmless fantasies of humans and animals, but some are demons who 'fall' from the abyss.

The moment they encountered, the human beings who could not resist were drawn into an empty shell in an instant.

Even the priest in his robe lost his protection from God at this moment and was slaughtered. The young friars who were preaching about the temple struggled and fled.

Then he was bitten off his head by an invisible object.

Blood splattered.

landed on Ye Qingxuan's boots.

When Ye Qingxuan landed on the ground, the first thing he saw was such a chaotic scene.

"Help!

The young priest who fell to the ground screamed, trembling in the chaos.

When he saw Ye Qingxuan, it was like seeing the last straw, and he pleaded and prayed: "That gentleman, help me! Please save me! I will repay you! I swear!"

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment and sighed softly:

"That's a ...... It sucks. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the person calling for help in the distance.

A ray of moonlight faintly extended from his fingertips, instantly penetrating the center of the man's eyebrows.

Like a pot of hot water boiling, the scene in front of him suddenly distorted, and in it, several strange screams were heard, and suddenly a terrible hiss sounded.

Viscous blood splattered out of thin air.

With the fierce music theory turmoil around him, there is no way for the hidden demons to hide.

Around the young priest, a dozen flaming demons were 'squeezed' out of thin air, and the pervasive flames of moonlight burned on their bodies, turning into a handful of ashes before they could hit the ground.

The ashes melted into pools of blood, turning into black silt.

Even in the back of the young priest's head, an eyeball-shaped demon fell and exploded into a foul-smelling mass of slurry.

The sword of moonlight pierced through the skull, but the young priest was unharmed, sitting in a pool of blood, as if he had not reacted.

Lola looked at his cowardly appearance, and couldn't help but squeeze Ye Qingxuan:

"This kind of cowardice is already stupid, what's the use of saving it?"

Hearing Lola's voice, the priest looked over, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on her sharp ears and the slightly protruding tiger teeth between her lips.

Sensing Lola's identity, as well as the group of servants behind her who did not look like good people at all, the priest's face suddenly turned pale, and his teeth chattered:

"Month, month...... Month ......"

Before he could say the name 'Moon Spirit', Ye Qingxuan's fingers had already pressed on his forehead, freezing his consciousness and erasing this memory.

"I'd better hide in the dungeon first. ”

Lola touched her pointed ears and sighed, "Anyway, you have a ladder, and I can support you at any time." ”

Although he said that, Ye Qingxuan felt that there was something else hidden in Lola's flat tone.

Ye Qingxuan looked at her eyes, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you want to add unnecessary trouble to this, or do you ...... Don't want to see Ye Lanzhou?"

Lola's eyes lowered, she just reached out and pulled a strand of broken hair on her forehead, and smiled softly: "I said goodbye more than ten years ago." I've been treating him as dead for so many years, and now I'll only feel embarrassed if I see him again, right?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, so be it. ”

Lola no longer hesitated, turned around, and walked towards the dungeon with her servants: "If the teacher is still alive, please tell him: I did not disappoint him." ”

"I'm going to beat him up. ”

Ye Qingxuan shouted at her back: "If you don't go, I will count your share and beat him until he cries." ”

Lola was stunned for a moment, then turned around and couldn't help but smile when she saw his serious expression.

It's like being released from a cage all of a sudden, with a smile of relief and relief.

"Well, please. ”

Her last words came from the wind.

The gate is closed.

"Wrap it around me. ”

Ye Qingxuan pinched the bone joints of his fist and muttered to himself.

In front of him, the monk who had lost his mind finally came to his senses, and when he saw Ye Qingxuan who had saved him in front of him, he couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and sat on the ground and cried.

"Hey, don't cry. ”

Ye Qingxuan kicked him angrily, and asked coldly, "Name, age, gender, where did you come from, where are you going?" ”

"No, Nora, Twenty-Two ......"

The young man stammered his name, and then his hometown, place of origin, his birth, the school he graduated from, and even the department where he had an internship.

Until the end, he was interrupted impatiently by Ye Qingxuan: "You just said that you would thank me, right?"

Nora was stunned, and when she saw Ye Qingxuan's fierce expression, she nodded subconsciously.

"Then take me to the Central Templar. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "Don't tell me that you don't know the way." ”

Seeing that she had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, Nora's face instantly turned pale: "Don't go, sir! The Central Sanctuary is out of control! That's where I escaped! There are demons everywhere!"

"Out of control?"

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the sky: "No wonder." ”

The decaying enchantment in the sky is like shattered glass, struggling to resist the darkness, and at some point, the situation is already dangerous. Originally, it could not have been like this, let alone the existence of a 'floodport' inside the Holy City.

No matter how powerful a tool is, if it loses human control and operation, it will become rigid and stiff, and it can still defend itself in the face of other enemies.

But when faced with the pressure of the abyss, it is inevitable that it will not be enough to see.

At this moment, the whole sky has lost its color and turned into pitch black. As far as the eye can see, there is only empty and dead darkness.

The turmoil in the Aether continues.

Compared to the Sacred City and the Hundred Eyes, Ye Qingxuan's existence was too small, and he was so caught in it that he couldn't even see what the situation was. But there is no doubt that the situation has become very bad.

At this moment, the Holy City is already in the overlapping realm of the material and etheric realms.

And the world in this realm is gradually losing its light.

That's not good.

Very bad.

"Don't be stupid, let's go. ”

He kicked Nora again: "Time is pressing, every second is counting, there is no time to ink here." ”

"Still going to the Central Church?"

Nora wanted to cry without tears, and was very reluctant: "Where are you going, what are you doing?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at his frightened cowardly appearance and couldn't get up, so he couldn't help sighing, then pulled his back collar, couldn't help but say, and walked forward:

"Fool, of course to make the world a little brighter!" (To be continued.) )