At the moment of collision, everything was silent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in the material world, Ye Qingxuan's body shook suddenly. The flesh swayed rapidly between the state of aetheric circulation and blood circulation.

Sometimes the flesh melts into the streamer, but the fascia and bones remain. Sometimes half of the body is ethereal, but half of the body is spurting blood and sludge. The out-of-control nature interference spread to all sides, radiating the entire decaying hall, causing everything to sink into a strange demonic realm.

The stones burned, the weeds turned to steel, the air solidified and gave off a biting chill, but lava flowed above the dome.

And that's just appearances.

The real turmoil caused by the runaway music theory is hidden beneath the surface of the sea, but its scale is far more than a hundred times that of the outside world.

Just a snap of the fingers, a terrifying torrent erupted from the Chapter of Fate, causing the twelve surrounding masters to let out a miserable scream, and the palms of their hands bounced off Ye Qingxuan's body, and when they looked closely, they found that a terrifying high temperature radiated from the gap between the five fingers.

It was as if the bones had become charcoals, the blood had become fuel, and the skin had become firewood.

Burn.

Their palms were transformed by the elements entangled in Ye Qingxuan's music theory, if they hadn't been bounced away by that terrifying pressure, they would probably have burned like Ye Qingxuan at this moment.

That's right, Ye Qingxuan is burning.

From the nose and mouth, from every pore, from under the almost colorless skin. It was as if lava was rolling angrily in the veins, and the flesh was placed in molten steel, the white hair was instantly scorched, and the shell was burning.

He was set on fire.

The elemental power of the Sun King had seeped from his consciousness into his fateful chapter, instantly igniting his countless music theories, and then radiating from the music to his body.

Consciousness, music theory, the body, ether......

Everything in Ye Qingxuan was ignited.

"It's over. ”

Ou Deng forcibly tore off his right hand, looking at Ye Qingxuan, who was rapidly withering in the flames and half of his body had turned into ashes, there was a shock and fear in his expression that could not be concealed.

There is no help.

Even if it is the genius of the heavens, it will be difficult to break through that limit after all, not to mention, the primordial kings have already descended divine punishment......

Among the many masters, Ouden's school is known for its solid foundation, and at critical times, the strain is natural and fast, and the power that invaded from Ye Qingxuan's body is quickly suppressed, and then the strong man breaks his wrist and forcibly cuts off the chaos from Ye Qingxuan.

But the others were not as lucky as him.

In particular, a considerable number of them, under the temptation of returning to the ruins, have already undergone a reinforcement, and the sudden power has not yet integrated into themselves, and at this time they are slow to react, and in order to extinguish this scourge, they have been severely injured in an instant. He even had to cut his flesh ruthlessly, forcibly cut off the power given by the ruins, and gave up the fruits he had obtained at the risk of his life.

At this moment, looking at Ye Qingxuan's tragic appearance, everyone suddenly lost all their minds.

According to the contract between the two parties, if they watched Ye Qingxuan die, there would be no hope for the rest of their lives, and they would lose the love and favor of the ether forever......

But what if you don't watch it, and turn into ashes with him?

In a short moment, even if Mabel didn't want to instill the fire of nirvana into Ye Qingxuan, it would be difficult to stop the decay of the physical body.

The human body is too fragile for thousands of degrees of flames, and in just an instant, it has been completely scorched. In just a few seconds, it turned into a handful of ashes.

There was only a hideous head left in the flames, and the head was shrouded in the faint blue moonlight, but it was obvious that the moonlight had lost the control of consciousness, like a candle in the wind, and under the wear and tear of the flames, it would completely dissipate in an instant.

In the dead silence, someone slowly stretched out his hand and held Ye Qingxuan's head in his arms, even if the fire engulfed him and ignited it. Everyone was stunned.

"The gods love me. ”

In the midst of the flames, the old nun closed her eyes, and when they opened them again, they were empty again. But then, a blazing light burst out of the dead void.

A light and graceful melody like a bird flows out of the blank space, like the wind, like the moon, like poetry, like spring, like all the beautiful things in the world that are changing and uncertain.

In an instant, countless fluctuating music theories poured into Ye Qingxuan's remaining body, pouring into his burned consciousness and fate.

The tremendous power awoke from the old nun's body again, and roared, causing the resonance of heaven and earth, and the response of the gods.

Schubert.

Schubert's scepter awoke from her shell again.

So, those eyes seemed to reflect the stars, beautiful and moving, and majestic and did not dare to look directly.

Countless music theories are like thousands of dexterous palms, combing and correcting the chaotic music theory like a chaotic cauldron, and then infusing vitality, smoothing the ruins, pouring rain and dew, sprinkling sunshine, and pouring all the power into it, regardless of the cost of work.

It was as if the miracle had come again.

But the faces of the people were still dead.

"It's useless. ”

The lame musician, who was half-burned, laughed miserably and shook his head.

As early as the moment they were bounced away, the final result was already predestined. No amount of effort can be saved.

No matter how powerful the power is, there is a premise - if you want Ye Qingxuan to recover, then Ye Qingxuan must still be alive.

Once a person dies, no matter how much power tries to repair it, all that can be obtained is nothing more than an empty shell.

As a master of the Mental Image School, the moment he let go, he clearly felt the shattering of Ye Qingxuan's consciousness.

It's like being thrown into purgatory and the abyss.

Any consciousness is as fragile as a bubble under the crush of that element of terror.

Will there be a bubble in hell?

The husks had been burned to ashes, how could Ye Qingxuan still be alive? But immediately after, the self-deprecating laughter on his face froze.

A hallucinatory melody sounded from the dead silence.

It was like a vague echo from the distant sky, and it was like a small melody lingering in my ears. It's like an illusion, but it's so real.

In the frozen air, there was a wind coming from afar, rolling up the embers in the flames, but among the ashes that floated up, it seemed that there were invisible spirits singing softly.

The low beat of drums burst out of the void and turned into a sonorous rhythm.

In the snap of a finger, the voice became clearer and clearer, resounding in everyone's ears. A roaring sound burst out from the faint sky. Extraordinary shrills come together and evolve into a clear melody once again.

It's the melody, it's the roar of the movement.

Someone is playing feverishly.

- Acura in the ashes!