When that hand was stretched out, the dark vortex quietly collapsed, and all its power was drained by the palm of that hand, causing it to transform into a vague figure.

It was as if through the layers of curtains, the shadow was so blurry, but it disturbed all the music around it all the time, causing it to fall into the black zone of aetheric violence everywhere it went.

The black zone trembled, making its figure unreal.

This is the rebellion of the Shadow of Avalon.

This is Arthur's Scepter, the fallen 'kingdom of heaven on earth', whose music theory rejects the invasion of external forces.

The vast being in the etheric realm cannot enter the material realm, and in order to pass through that door, he must suppress the power from the level of the gods and truly mold it into an incarnation.

The black shadow snorted coldly, and the aura of the abyss changed violently, interweaving countless music theories in an instant, putting away the terrifying aura, and after a period of illusory and blurry, the black shadow finally became clear.

The first thing that came to mind was an old face, weather-beaten, with thirty-two different faces, changing from time to time, but full of gloom and deceit, and eyes like an abyss, bewildering.

He wore a vague gown and gathered all the honor and majesty of the world.

One of the nine incarnations of the Hundred Eyes in the world, the King of Change and Chaos, the Lord of Darkness.

He stepped into the void and walked in the direction of the palace step by step, unhurriedly, looking at Jerome's stagnant back, and just sneering softly.

"Hubris. ”

Boom!

The frozen world was instantly unshackled and moved again. But in the roar, everything is very different.

In an instant, the barrier collapsed, and all the royal musicians were instantly hit hard, and the seven orifices bled out. The matrix of Mary's Spear fell apart - and this was just the aftermath.

Jerome's figure twisted, the chapter of fate brewing in his soul shattered in an instant, the ring of resonance fell apart, and a dense mist of blood gushed out from his body.

He fell to the ground silently, the spear falling from his hand and rolling into a pool of blood.

The Lord of Darkness has descended upon the earth. Gavin, dressed in a red robe, knelt on the ground, and the black musicians kowtowed, not daring to move. The Lord of Darkness walked through the prostrations of his followers towards the palace.

At the end of the line, Naberis's body shook and twitched, but he forced himself to raise his head, look at the gradual shadow, and use all his strength to make a hoarse voice:

"My pact with you. Sixty years of austerity, where is the freedom I want?!"

The Lord of Darkness passed by him, not squinting, but faintly pointing his finger at the center of his brow, and a hoarse voice came: "As you expected, Joker, you are free." ”

Naberis heard a soft sound in his head, blood pouring from his face. Tragic and embarrassing. He lowered his head and vomited blood. But he couldn't help but smile with ecstasy on his face, because the shackles that had bound him for more than sixty years had disappeared without a trace.

He bowed his head and grinned:

"So, does Your Majesty need Weichen to sacrifice dogs and horses again?"

"This is not an area that you can overcome, but you only have to look up. ”

The Lord of Darkness smiled disdainfully, staring at the dark palace in front of him with deep eyes:

"--Witness this immortal miracle!Witness the birth of a new member of the 'Dark Lords'!"

"Uncle, are you all right? Why did you hang up? Hang up too simply! At least you are dying and struggling. ”

Charles shook Jerome in a pool of blood: "You haven't been handsome for more than three seconds......!

Jerome was dying. He struggled to open his eyes and vomited out foul blood—the truth of the abyss wrapped around his shell, dragging him into hell.

He was rapidly aging and dying.

"Wait a minute, I'll treat you right away. Charles scrambled to bandage Jerome. But he was stunned and didn't know where to start. He didn't even know how Jerome had been injured.

"It's useless. Jerome was furious: "Charles, I'm hopeless." ”

"So what should I do?"

Charles wanted to cry without tears: "I forced you to pretend to be all, why did you take me with you when you died! Help! Help! Who will save me? I am willing to promise ...... with my body"

"Shut up ......"

Jerome's expression changed, his face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and glared at him like a dead eye: "Show your backbone, Charles, where is your dignity?"

Even if you call for help, who else will come to you?"

"Sincerity is spirituality. ”

Charles wiped his tears and choked up: "Maybe in the next moment, my junior brother will fall from the sky if he can brush it...... I, my junior brother is very powerful!"

"You ......"

Jerome spat out a mouthful of old blood, and he didn't have the strength to scold him anymore. If you like to dream, you can dream, at least you can die with a glimmer of hope.

He lay in a pool of blood, looking wearily at the dim sky.

He saw the moonlight.

In the dim stars, the moonlight fell from the sky.

A quarter of an hour ago, at the top of the White Tower.

The dying boy lay in a pool of blood, but the pool of blood was outlined, guided, and turned into his 'last words' by an invisible force, and the blood spread like the complex branches of thorns and vines.

That's the movement of "Moonlight".

It was as if there were thousands of hands moving at the same time, causing the blood to expand, and when they intertwined, the ether stirred and burst out with sparks. Eventually, the entire roof of the tower was shrouded in scarlet.

When the cold moonlight fell, it seemed to merge into the blood, making the blood glow with a soft light. The silent melody of the blood book flowed in the moonlight and echoed in Ye Qingxuan's heart.

"It's beautiful. ”

Ye Qingxuan stared at the bright moon in the sky and felt the last of his heat drift away from his body.

The body could no longer feel the weight, as if it was about to fly into the sky, but the consciousness fell into the darkness and slowly sank - the effect of the potion, the short time that lasted for breath was finally over.

Death came quietly, without the slightest pain. The drowsiness gradually engulfed him, causing his eyes to close slowly, and his breath to be cut off, and he walked into an eternal peaceful sleep...... That's weird!

Peaceful, ghost!

If you die before you are twenty years old, you will definitely become a resentful spirit, right? Just stabbed by someone, how can you lie down and hang up so comfortably!

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists with the last of his strength, and smashed towards the blood-colored movement under him!

Dead or alive, it's up to you to make this last fight!

On the Nine Heavens ring on the fingertips, the amber gemstone brewed a faint electric light, like a candle in the wind. But the remnants of the candle fell into the blood in the wind, and it turned into a karmic fire that burned the prairies.

In an instant, electricity burst out.

The Eye of Indra drew blood and turned the blood of the heavenly man into thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning rose to the sky and spread in all directions along the blood.

The alchemy matrix was activated, and strings emerged from the thunder, crisscrossing and erecting in the void, playing a cold and sparse melody.

With this frenzied thunder and lightning and blood, the melody echoes the moonlight.

And so, the moonlight fell from the sky!

The phantom of Gawain, which was washed away in an instant by the torrent of moonlight, melted into the blood-colored music, shining brightly!

And in that piece of light, Ye Qingxuan trembled as if he had been thundered, and roared in pain.

Endless moonlight poured into his shell as it flowed through the remaining blood. The moonlight melted into the ether, rushing through the veins like a flame.

It was as if the body had been burned in an instant, every inch of flesh and blood was in intense pain, the paused breathing finally continued again, the drowsy consciousness gradually awakened, and the empty eyes of the young man reflected the bright moon in the sky, and the light was re-illuminated.

A hundred, a thousand times more power than he had expected gathered in his blood, making it hot like lava, illuminating his empty chest.

He gritted his teeth and pressed his hands on the Nine Heavens Ring, controlling the change of melody and guiding the moonlight and aether to pour into his body. A cold light poured out of the crack in his chest.

In that empty chest, the endless ether converged, brewed, and gradually made a pulsating sound.

- Small source structure!

If you don't have a heart, you can make a new one!

Relying on the loss of sixty percent of the blood in his body, Ye Qingxuan finally gathered the last moonlight, integrated it into his body, and solved it to create the 'Aether Source' in his body.

Creating 'intervals' with embodied notes, music theory with the combination of intervals...... The interweaving of music theory guides the ether, and the power of flame awakens from the ether.

'As it is above, as it is below, and the beginning of all things is established.'"

Based on this alchemy matrix, he wanted to rebuild a heart for himself with the 'Xiaoyuan Technology'!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly crushed the blood-colored conch in his hand - now, after Ye Qingxuan's Psychophysiognomy School was introduced and was able to freely enter and exit the Shadow of Avalon, it had no other use, and it might as well be used here as a consumable.

After all, it is the heart that creates, and the power can be a little more.

In an instant, the essence condensed from the blood of thousands of people suddenly burst out, pouring into Ye Qingxuan's body, slowly and continuously transforming into the blood of heaven and man.

At this moment, under the stimulation of the movement, the blood of heaven and man is also greedily extracting the brilliance of the bright moon and earth, and the power contained in it is rising steadily, until finally, it almost emits light.

Not only was the light of the White Moon attracted, but the light of the Blue Moon was also fused into it, and the light of the two moons reflected each other within him, merging with each other, transforming the Aether into a new power.

Ye Qingxuan carefully controlled the glow that was enough to extinguish his divine form, and the light converged in his empty chest cavity and emerged from the crack.

In that light, a soft melody quietly emerged.

Like the gentle sound of flowing water and gentle wind, in the entanglement of water and wind, there is a melody of moonlight. From that empty place, the meaning of the growth of all things quietly emerged.

It is as if all the good things in the world are gathered here, gentle and charming, and intoxicating.

"Song of Spring". (To be continued.) )