As Ye Qingxuan's subordinate, although Mabel was protected by the contract, it seemed to be intentional or unintentional...... Ye Qingxuan did not stipulate that this subordinate could not attack the masters. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It wasn't until now that everyone realized what the hell this white-haired bastard was thinking in the first place.

There is not a single good thing in the whole of Anglo!

After another second, more than a dozen masters glanced at each other, and quickly selected a few unlucky ghosts, who no longer dared to delay and hesitate.

Those 'unlucky ghosts' couldn't help but grit their teeth and stomp their feet, walked towards Ye Qingxuan hatefully, pressed on his limbs, chest, back or forehead, and tried their best to help him suppress the turbulent music theory, not daring to have any slackness.

Seeing that someone came forward, the rest couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But within a few minutes, I saw an old man trembling all over, his eyes were white, and a mouthful of old blood was spurting out from the sky--he couldn't hold it anymore!

Everyone was stunned and dazed.

It's only been a few minutes!

It's not that these people don't suppress music theory for their juniors or students on weekdays, but even if the students' problems are big, there is no pressure on them.

And now, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, five masters go up together to suppress a quasi-master, but he can't even hold on for three minutes!

The other four, after losing a helping hand, also quickly trembled and were on the verge of collapse.

"Monster ......"

The old man gasped, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, thought of the terrifying music beyond imagination in his perception, his face turned pale, and he looked at his companion next to him:

"Five is not enough! Fifteen, at least fifteen, with a scepter...... Hurry up! They can't hold on!"

In an instant, the sound of gasping cold air came and went.

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Regardless of the masters outside hurriedly cleaning up the mess for Ye Qingxuan, in the illusion, Ye Qingxuan was already about to ignite. If it weren't for the fact that there were people outside to help him support the scene, Ye Qingxuan would have been unable to hold on to it if he had taken a group of masters to fight a dead ghost at this moment.

I don't know if that's a great irony.

The chief judge, who had always sent people to be burned at the stake, was actually sent into the flames......

But for some reason, he suddenly felt less painful.

'Feeling' is an ethereal word, with no numerical value to quantify and no common sense to be found. But at this moment, Ye Qingxuan had such an intuitive feeling.

Sun King ...... Weakened!

The most obvious thing is that he is not dead.

Although I was a little scared at first, after getting used to it, I found that it was just like this...... After the initial outbreak of terror, it did not climb rapidly again, but there was a faint feeling of unsustainability.

It is as hot as the sun, but it is like a candle in the wind.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head with difficulty and looked at the King of the Sun, his two eyeballs, which were almost burned into glass, widened, full of confusion, and even a little disappointed that the expected masochism did not come:

"That's it?"

“......”

In the flames, the face of the Lord of the Sun was grim, but there was a faint hint of dullness and a trace of unconcealable astonishment—the flames were decaying, rapidly decaying.

It's like water without roots, a flame without pay. No matter how much it is urged, the divine power that used to do whatever he wants in the past is now unsustainable, and he is powerless.

Moreover, the other kings did not make a move, but did not move. In the process of urging his strength again and again, his figure became thinner.

Through the distorted air, the Sun King's expression seemed to be distorted.

It's hard to see, but it's certainly interesting.

"That's nice. ”

In the burning of the flames, Ye Qingxuan let out a hoarse laugh: "The prophets who are ambitious to plan the future of the world can even show such interesting expressions...... Can't the kings of the kingdoms be able to help an unrepentant villain like me?"

In the terrifying light of the falling sun, the burned figure let out a loud laugh, and in the midst of the laughter, the flames swept like red silk, revealing the bones that had been calcined to pure white.

The bones were bathed in flames, as if soaked in warm water, and the wisps of facial muscles twitched as if they were smiling pleasantly.

The flames couldn't kill him.

He's alive again.

Standing again before the old rulers.

"Perhaps, you think you can plan everything for the future. All of us have an obligation to make concessions, or sacrifices, for your grand picture.

But that's not the case......"

In the hoarse voice, countless flesh and blood quickly increased in value on the white bones, Ye Qingxuan's mutilated face was revealed from above the skull, and the flames were rendered pure white, like silver long hair, rising up.

"Let's listen—"

The bones murmured.

Then, a piercing sound sounded, and from the flames, from the bones, the bones in the fire flicked ten fingers, plucking the bones of the ribs, as if playing a melody.

The collision of bones and bones erupted with a sharp roar.

Like the earth's crust rubbing, the mountains roaring, like a hurricane sweeping, the waves colliding, and like thousands of hammers falling at the same time.

At first, the sound was harsh, chaotic, and maddeningly chaotic.

But soon, under the order of the skeletal hand, the rhythm of the turmoil was summed up in one, and the smoothness of the flowing water was accompanied by a sonorous melody.

Above Ye Qingxuan's bones, countless notes emerged, flowing like living creatures—something behemoth looming from the turbulent illusion behind him.

It was the embryo of horror brewing, and the monster opened an eye from its slumber.

That's a fateful chapter that has been forcibly frozen!

Now, the chapter of fate, which existed only on ideas and drafts, was rapidly completed, just as the sleeping behemoth in the ice slowly opened its eyes, and with a loud roar, a bleak white crack spread out from the ice.

At the same time, the phantoms of the kings were constantly flickering, like candles in the wind, the end of a strong crossbow.

Their presence is being ostracized.

A pair of invisible palms forcibly stripped them from the projection of the ruins, breaking the matrix they had preset back then, and erasing the idea of invasion.

But their hidden origin in the depths of the ruins, but they did not react at all, and fell silent,

A roar erupted from the illusion.

Outside the illusion, on the shattered stone plate, countless fine alchemy matrices suddenly appeared, trembling and bursting with a burning glow.

The silent kings set off the final impact, and in Ye Qingxuan's body and consciousness, they set off a double monstrous wave at the same time. It is not for the sake of victory, but purely for the sake of destruction, even if it is all about destruction.

Anyway, what they have descended here is just a projection of replication, and what is used as a battlefield is Ye Qingxuan's shell - even if they can't achieve victory, as long as everything is completely erased.

The Sun King, the only one who still moved, stretched out his hands, extracted the shadows of the other kings, and merged into the huge sun wheel behind him.

The kings, along with himself, were kindled by the scorching sun, which was as great and majestic as it had never been, like a sprinkling of the Lord of creation and destruction.

"The future of this world will never let you get involved!"

The blazing light, which could not be seen directly, suddenly launched an impact towards Ye Qingxuan's unformed chapter of fate.

In this-for-tat, there is a pair of unwavering dark eye holes, just like a pair of indifferent eyes.

"You can keep the old rags for yourselves......"

The hoarse voice replied softly:

"-I'm not rare!"

The notes were violently turbulent, countless music theories converged in one place, and countless chaotic changes were completed in an instant, until finally, under the unprecedented huge pressure, Ye Qingxuan's Rubik's Cube-like fateful chapter quickly turbulent, overlapping in one place, frantically transforming, engulfing the broken bones, and then- crashed into the scorching sun!

Like a moth to a fire.

At the moment of collision, everything was silent.