Crown of Silence

Chapter 524 Black Branches of the Abyss

That's a tree.

A jaw-droppingly huge tree!

In the outflow layer, Ye Qingxuan couldn't even get a glimpse of its entirety. He could only deduce how terrifying a behemoth it really was through the shadow that covered the entire holy city beneath it.

The terrifying giant tree sprouted from the abyss, extended out from the etheric realm, crossed the nine-layer etheric sea, came to the material realm in a purely musical way, and took root in the barrier of the holy city.

It's like being planted into the soil.

All the abyss music theory Ye Qingxuan saw were just its tentacles. Those complicated and scattered abyssal music theories are filled in the alchemical matrix of the outflow layer. They seem chaotic and scattered, but in fact they contain some kind of rhythm and rules.

The gray line of grass snakes and the veins lying thousands of miles away.

In this way, it continuously absorbs the power of the Holy City and breeds new seeds. Once the most critical one is touched, it will cause a terrible chain reaction, causing the chaos to dissipate and the giant tree to emerge.

Thousands of monsters growing in the vesicles withered along with the huge dark forest, and were drained by the giant trees, leaving not even a trace of ashes left.

It was conceived in advance, like an angry premature baby, opening its eyes with resentment.

Even so, it was beyond Ye Qingxuan's limit.

Even if they both belong to the abyss, the big demons dare not get so close to it. Instead, they avoid its branches in panic, fearing that it will suck them dry in anger.

Its appearance represents Ye Qingxuan's complete defeat.

The absolute gap in strength made the dust settle.

Everything has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

Just seeing that shadow, all the creatures on the ground felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Teacher...what is that?"

On the ground, the young musician who originally hoped that Ye Qingxuan could reverse the crisis has sat down on the ground, with the huge tree shadow reflected in his eyes, full of despair.

Even his heart was twisted into a ball of fear.

Don't dare to look anymore.

"That is the Lords of Darkness, my child."

The old musician looked up at its existence and murmured feebly: "According to legend, the original masterpiece dedicated to the One Hundred Eyes by the Mother of Darkness - Black Branch Monty of the Abyss.

It is the gatekeeper of the abyss, rooted in the turbid currents of the etheric realm, guarding the territory for the Hundred Eyes. Among all the Lords of Darkness, he is the oldest. Compared with the golden age of mankind, which lasted only five hundred years, it is simply not worth mentioning..."

The holy city trembled and roared.

The old musician smiled miserably and lowered his head, climbed up from the ground, looked down at the huge gaping hole in his chest, stretched out his hand, took out a metallic liver from it, and put it into the young man's hand.

The young man was stunned.

"This is the ether furnace of the inheritor, and all my music theory copies are in it." The palm with dried blood gently stroked the young man's black hair. The old man smiled: "Victor, from today on, the Wumen School will be handed over to you."

Victor looked at him blankly: "Teacher..."

"Run away, kid."

The old musician smiled, raised his head, and looked up at the huge shadow that enveloped the entire city.

He whispered softly.

"Escape, the further away the better..."

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Legend has it that there once was a tree in Yunlou that could produce beautiful flowers.

Twice a year, when the flowering season arrives, countless pink petals float in the air and fall one after another.

The poet said that this is a kind of thrilling beauty.

But its beauty is built on the corpses of the dead, which is cruel and terrifying. It is said that the more corpses buried under the tree, the more beautiful the flowers will bloom.

Because that is the color left by the soul of the deceased.

This is just what a novelist says.

But now, Ye Qingxuan feels that maybe the legend is true.

Isn't the monster in front of me looking for more corpses?

It's just that, while it was still in the process of being conceived, it had been interrupted by itself and could no longer bloom.

"Is this premature birth?"

Ye Qingxuan chuckled, "I didn't expect that I would make such a big mistake. I'm really embarrassed."

The white moon moves hard and its light is dim.

Ye Qingxuan asked: "When we first met, I didn't expect to be greeted in such an unfriendly way. Isn't everyone in the abyss polite? This Lord Monty?"

What answered him were countless tightened branches. Under the pressure of the branches, the moon wheel cracked and almost completely collapsed.

One root after another penetrated hard, ruthlessly penetrating the chapter of fate.

It was only then that a twisted and huge face slowly emerged among the countless wriggling and intertwined tree roots.

It seemed human, but also something else.

"Is it you? No wonder."

The eyes of the abyss on his face peered into Ye Qingxuan's music theory, as if he was suddenly enlightened.

"Is your next sentence: Ye Qingxuan, I recognize you?" Ye Qingxuan blinked curiously: "Then do you think I am a talented person and want to recruit me?"

"Recruiting you? Hahahaha, interesting proposal!"

Just the laughter made Ye Qingxuan's destiny chapter tremble and almost collapse, and the unshakable murderous intention spread.

Monty's root music theory cruelly pulled Ye Qingxuan's chapter of destiny, tearing the clock tower blessings into pieces one by one, just like ripping off the crappy wrapping paper on a cheap gift box.

No regrets.

"How dare I recruit you? Ye Qingxuan, you have already driven Paganini crazy."

It laughed strangely: "Among the current dark nobles, at least four hate you to the core. Two people have suffered a great loss at your hands... Do you still think that anyone will show mercy to you?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and said quickly: "No! Think about it again! You see, I am so young and talented. If I go to the abyss, I will definitely be a promising talent in the future!"

"Maybe other people will show mercy to you when they come here. Unfortunately, I am not a human being and I don't have any love for talents. Your tricks are useless to me. So..."

He paused and said indifferently: "It's better to kill a scourge like you as soon as possible."

Bang!

The last layer of the bell tower blessing shattered.

Even without the need for the tree face to destroy it, Ye Qingxuan's fictitious chapter of fate collapsed on its own and returned to the scope of the heart music chapter. Even the 'vacuum' that maintains the existence of his own consciousness is difficult to sustain.

Monty remained unmoved. The roots cruelly tore at his music theory, one by one, cautiously and cruelly, as if cutting off someone's fingers one by one.

Then came the limbs, and it also opened the chest, dug out the heart, split the skull, and burned the brain to ensure that Ye Qingxuan would have an inevitable death.

Not even a little space to fight back, not leaving him any room!

"Hey, there's no need to be so vicious, right?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed hard, and the transformed figure trembled and was about to dissipate.

The internal structure of the heart music chapter had begun to collapse under the pulling of the roots. The thousands of tiny roots were entangled in it viciously, pulling out the notes one by one, and cruelly cutting off the music theory one by one.

It was like crushing a person from head to toe and burning him to ashes.

No residue was left.

At that moment, a faint mist emerged from the outflow layer, interweaving into a faint outline of a door.

The strange and ethereal music theory actually penetrated the barrier of the outflow layer, from the outside to the inside, treating the barrier as if it were nothing, and easily opened a passage.

Just behind the core of the abyss black branch.

Something is coming!

Monty's tree face was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned back, only to see a burning light.

That was the magnificent brilliance of the burning chapter of fate.

Even compared with the behemoths like the Lords of Darkness, it was as small as dust, but this dust was like iron sand, burning angrily and emitting a blazing light.

Until this time, the whistle that broke through the air was like thunder, resounding in the holy city.

Thunder was heard in the sky!

"Devil, die!!!"

A hoarse and old voice sounded, and in the old man's body, the chapter of fate was shaking, and even his own body was ignited. Flames gushed out of his mouth and nose, and his eyes burst with blazing light.

He burned and rushed towards Monty.

"Arrogant..."

Monty made a disdainful sound, the roots bent, the abyss music burst out, and suddenly fell towards the light.

So, the light was extinguished.

It was like crushing a firefly.

But at that moment, the roots of the abyss black branches were empty!

Empty!

As the chapter of fate exploded, there was nothing inside, no one was there.

At that moment, the fog door opened again, and the figure passed through layers of dark music theory, and actually endured the blow, desperately rushing towards Ye Qingxuan, reaching out, carefully protecting the broken moonlight in his arms.

Let the angry roots pierce into the body.

The burning blood dripped from his face and fell into his arms, with heat and pain.

The abyss music theory was like thorns, tearing his flesh, causing his chapter of fate to fall apart.

"Who are you?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He had never seen this severely injured old man, nor did he expect that someone would be willing to burn the Chapter of Destiny, face an opponent like the Black Branch of the Abyss, and bet on the one in ten thousand chance to save himself.

When the old man heard his voice, he smiled with difficulty and did not speak.

The smile was embarrassed and happy, as if he felt that he had done something extraordinary.

"Let's go..."

In the erosion of the roots of the abyss, he used up his last strength and gently pushed the moonlight forward.

In his body, the Chapter of Destiny completely fell apart, but the remaining trace of strength finally opened a small fog door in the outflow layer.

A gap leading to the outside world.

Let's go.

Let's go quickly.

The old musician smiled and let the branches of the abyss sprout from his body and pierce from his facial features, but his eyes were extremely relieved and satisfied.

Very good, this is very good.

After living a mediocre life, I don't have the courage to be a hero, but at least, this dying body can leave the seeds of heroes for the world.

Snap!

His smile froze.

A sharp branch suddenly pierced out from his chest, piercing through his lungs and heart, extending forward, the branches grew, tightly entangled the moonlight in front of the fog gate, and stopped it in place.

Even if it was only a millimeter away from the fog gate.

One step away.

Indifferently crushing the fog gate, Monty looked at him coldly:

"Do you think you can save him?"

Blood foam poured out of his broken lungs and poured out of his mouth. The old musician looked at the dissipated fog gate with regret and lowered his head.

"I just... want to try it... but it's a pity..."

The old musician sighed weakly and laughed at himself: "At least... I died decently..."

He said, "I'm sorry."

In the distance, the young man screamed in pain, and the roots of the abyss tore the old musician completely apart, leaving no bones.

Blood rain splashed.

It fell on the white moon.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, staring at the old musician's last place sadly.

Before dying, the old musician said to himself, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I couldn't save you.

But I should say I'm sorry.

He lowered his head in shame.

But on the ground, the young man holding the teacher's last relic did not leave. He ran in the abyss-like city, crying, screaming with all his strength, desperate, crookedly rushing into the sky, crashing into the black shadow covering the sky.

Want to avenge his teacher.

Monty had a blank expression on his face, and a tentacle swept out.

The young man was broken.

Only the metal organs that were originally held in his hand fell from the air, and the last inheritance of the Wumen School was smashed to pieces on the steel land.

The desperate and angry echo echoed in the silent city.

It awakened the eyes that could not bear to see.

In the dead city, the silent musicians clenched their fists.

"God, please have mercy on me."

Someone whispered softly and prayed for the last time.

"Please guide me to the location of heaven."

Then, a blazing light suddenly lit up from his body in this dark and dead city.

In the darkness, it was like a morning star rising.

He flew from the earth to the sky, and the heart music movement was surging, just like the young man just now, overestimating his own strength and arrogantly sending out bars to the enemy.

Rushing to the enemy that could not be defeated.

Then, there was the second, the third...

In this dead city, among the blood and the dead, someone stood up, holding his sword and weapon tightly, and rising continuously.

Like moths to a flame, they crashed into the shadows of the trees in the abyss one after another.

They challenged the giant in front of them without knowing their own strength, and then were torn apart lightly, leaving behind burning blood, which was sprinkled in the city, bringing a brief and tiny dim light.

God, I give my soul to you, please have mercy on me.

Please show me where heaven is.

Then, they walked towards death like this.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head away, unable to bear to watch any more.

"Is this your rescuer?"

Monti looked at him in confusion, couldn't help but snorted and shook his head in self-mockery: "I was scared by what Paganini and the others said, and I thought you had some tricks to turn the tables."

"In fact, he didn't have to come to save me."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and whispered softly: "Otherwise, he wouldn't die so... worthless..."

"It seems that I expected too much from you."

Monti shook his head, and the huge tree shook violently. Several times more roots than before stretched out from the shadow and pierced into the holy city barrier, turning this behemoth into the soil for its own residence.

"Do you know?"

Monti suddenly heard Ye Qingxuan's voice: "My favorite in "The Temple" is the Book of Matthew, Chapter 3."

Originally, I wanted to take a day off, but I was really embarrassed to keep everyone waiting, so I held it in for an afternoon and typed out the next chapter. Four thousand words a chapter, hard work is still effective, let's see if I can continue tomorrow.