Crown of Silence

It's just like a joke.

As the source of the wisdom of the abyss, these big-headed sages would panic and be uneasy in front of a pinch of salt powder.

"What on earth is Paganini thinking!"

In the silence, someone screamed: "Why did such a big mistake happen? Did he deliberately let such a dangerous guy stay in our plan?"

"It's just raising a tiger to harm yourself!"

"Humans are really unreliable! Before the plan succeeds, Paganini is going to wait for a price?"

Someone whispered: "It's not too late to withdraw now..."

"As long as you are willing to hand over the gift of the Holy Spirit, you can do so."

The broken head looked coldly at the guy who gave the idea: "Are you afraid now? Now there is only a slight disadvantage, and you are losing your composure. What's the use of you?"

Before the voice fell, the face of the person who gave the idea changed.

The next moment, the huge head exploded and turned into dust.

The other abyss sages seemed to have seen nothing and were indifferent.

Such idiots, it's better to die.

Their transcendent status comes from the final appointment of the Hundred Eyes. It can be said that the future of the Abyss depends on them. If they retreat at this critical moment, not to mention the Holy City's pursuit, even the rest of the Dark Lords will probably cut them into pieces.

"Don't worry, the power of the Black Knight is still in our hands."

The broken head whispered: "Light the Soul Returning Incense! Ring the White Snake Bell! Call the Dark Lords to come!

Everyone. Soon, the last core will be born from the Ruins of Return, and a new natural disaster will come, leading the future era.

The Abyss is destined to enter the material world, and nothing can be changed."

"Holy!"

In the gloomy bell, the rest of the Dark Lords praised in unison:

"So, the holy day is near!"

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At the same time, at the highest point of the sea fortress, the old musician who stared at the Ruins of Return through the scepter lens sighed.

Seeing the terrifying combination of "The Day of God's Wrath" and Ye Qingxuan, the astonishing power that erupted, even the old musician who had been advising Asgard for half his life could not help but be shocked.

At the same time, he was also annoyed and regretful.

He was too anxious.

In the still time, he lowered his eyes and repeatedly calculated this variable in his mind. In the end, he began to regret the transaction just now.

The elements of the Day of God's Wrath must have the purification of music theory as the basic inheritance to exert the real power. He had expected this a long time ago, but he never thought that the Wand of Destiny in Ye Qingxuan's hand was the real key.

The artifact directly granted to the Grand Judge by the Holy Cauldron actually had such a terrifying lethality after combining with the Day of God's Wrath.

Because of this, he regretted the decision just now.

Although the crisis was resolved for a while, he lost a card that could contain Ye Qingxuan at a critical moment. He couldn't figure out whether this transaction was a loss or a profit.

But there was a fear of giving wings to a tiger with his own hands.

I don’t know whether this decision of mine is right or wrong.

Soon, he stopped dwelling on this decision that might lead to disaster in the future, and turned his attention to the other side of Guixu, where the elements rose from the battlefield like stars.

Abundance, fate, soul, wisdom, miracle, joy, frost, harvest...

Twenty-four complex elements emerged from the burning left eye of the second emperor and rose to the sky. In the end, only a blank was left in the left eye of the second emperor.

But this blank void seemed to be the real key.

The last element, divinity.

From then on, the twenty-fifth element and the second emperor were completely combined into one, and in the roar, they formed the phantom of the nine worlds, and the complex world tree came in response to the call.

After the giant monster rooted in the deepest part of the etheric world penetrated the nine layers of the etheric sea, it expanded layers of music theory and terrifying power in the material world, instantly tore apart the environment left by Ye Qingxuan and forcibly suppressed it.

Paganini, on the other hand, showed a look of shock.

Unexpectedly, after a short moment, Ye Qingxuan withdrew, and the second prince who possessed the strongest power in the field launched a fierce attack on him!

The special nature of the theory of change made him walk in this terrifying attack with ease. He had not yet reached the limit, but he could not escape the domain of the nine worlds.

But what he feared most was not the second prince, but Chopin who appeared from not far away at some point.

The tattered robe was rolled up, revealing a wrist full of scars, and the shadow of the scepter from the saint emerged, targeting his theory of change from a distance.

There was no doubt that if he had any chance, this saint who had suffered a great loss under his calculations when he appeared would definitely deliver a ruthless killing blow.

In an instant, too many things happened.

Many people had no idea what was going on, and even couldn't take care of themselves in the aftermath of the battle, and the fleets of various countries retreated again and again in the terrifying might.

There was chaos everywhere, but the center of the battlefield was eerily silent.

Even the sound was swallowed by the aftermath of the chaos.

Only the salt pillars stood silently, and then dissolved, collapsed, and collapsed under the erosion of rain. The white salt particles flew and hissed when they fell to the ground. The faint black fog rose from the soil under the splashing of white salt, wailing, and was rolled up one after another on the stake, turning into burning firewood.

In the heart of the battlefield, countless stakes stood like tombstones. Some had burned out, collapsed and shattered, while others stood firm in the impact, continuously burning the music of the abyss, transforming it into the light of flames, suppressing the breath of the White Knight.

For the first time, Ye Qingxuan relied on his own music theory and music to fight against a natural disaster.

The enemy was the Four Knights created by the Abyss, the Eternal Lord who ruled the eternal dark world for the Hundred Eyes, the King of All Kings on Earth.

"The Empty, the Cowardly, the Betrayer..."

The White Knight looked down from his warhorse, his dry lips opened and closed, and his voice was low: "How dare you stand in front of me?"

The voice sounded like several voices overlapping, and it looked very familiar.

"You can actually speak?"

In the lightning, Ye Qingxuan held the body of the scythe in his hand and wandered around, avoiding the shadow of the arrow of the element.

But he didn't expect that the White Knight could actually speak.

Being able to speak means being rational and thinking.

A scourge that can't think is obviously easier to deal with than a shrewd and cunning scourge.

It is obvious that under the oppression of the God's Wrath Scythe, this guy has become more and more human. No... Ye Qingxuan's heart suddenly jumped, and an incredible thought flashed through his mind, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"——Who is the person talking to me!"

The White Knight sneered, did not answer, but bent his bow, and the warhorse trampled through the fierce wind and moonlight. The arrows of the elements gathered on the string, and the pure element projection emitted a terrifying high temperature, which changed Ye Qingxuan's face.

The sun.

He saw the sun pointing at him.

This familiar feeling...

Obviously, the killing intent was like a thorn in his throat, but he looked at the White Knight and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that you would be resurrected from the consciousness of the scourge after we parted. I really didn't expect it. I'm afraid you are not the only one here!

See you again, Your Majesty!"

On the warhorse, the face of the White Knight changed, and a face that was majestic without anger slowly emerged, staring at Ye Qingxuan coldly.

The King of the Sun!

Kawen...