Crown of Silence

Chapter 771 Wait!

The revolutionary music theory that merged with Gangnir sprouted from the Blade of the New Testament, like a ray of light from all over the world.

Following the stabbing of the sword blade, violent lightning fell from the sky, tearing apart the layers of fog, as if it had hit some invisible realm, and a harsh sound rang out.

Countless chaotic waves emerged from the void, streams of light shone, and accompanied by sharp friction sounds, the shadow of a huge city suddenly appeared in the originally empty etheric realm.

Compared with it, all things are as small as dust.

A vigorous blow only made its shape emerge from the chaos. Under the maintenance of the wheel of balance, even its weak points were so stable that it was almost unshakable.

Now, Ye Qingxuan stood in front of it, like a dust particle trying to cross the iron wall.

"Come again!"

Ye Qingxuan did not feel discouraged, but instead was inspired to fight. A line of ethernet was pulled from afar, the matrix of the World Tree emerged, and then...Gangnir Decaduo!

It was as if the natural disaster Odin had reappeared.

Under the guidance of the supreme element void, Gangnir emerged from the void energy in concrete outline, so violent that it seemed like a thunder gun that wanted to penetrate the sky and the earth sprouted from Ye Qingxuan's hand.

Then, stab down!

boom! ! ! !

The phantom of the Great Wall stirred, and a crack emerged from the mist. Countless streams of light quickly flew in to repair the crack, and in a very distant place, there was a terrifying wave of waves gathering.

That's the Great Wall's autonomous counterattack system.

But soon, Gangnir stabbed down again.

Amidst the loud roar, Ye Qingxuan threw Yunlou Qingshu's beacon and got it stuck in the invisible crack. Based on this, countless ladder music theories are expanded from it.

In an instant, it stretched from thousands of miles away toward the core matrix of the Great Wall.

Outflow, creation, formation, activity...

Through the four realms.

The alchemy of Hermes combined with the music theory that Ye built into the Great Wall when he was building the Great Wall, and the inside and outside cooperated, causing a gap in the huge Great Wall to open in front of him.

In the rolling fog, a narrow whirlpool emerged, with countless thunder and lightning entangled in it, like a crack leading to hell.

Ye Qingxuan jumped into it without thinking, letting the darkness engulf him.

Behind him, the fleeting vortex suddenly closed. Under the heavy pressure that was enough to crush the body into dust, the Sword of the New Testament supported the defense.

Ye Qingxuan saw countless streams of light flying past his eyes.

For Great Wall, there is no doubt that the guy who got in through the back door is a virus that has penetrated into the blood circulation. The defensive measures were activated in an instant, and countless music theories were intertwined out of thin air, forming a phantom of a bronze drum.

A hurricane arose, thunder burst out.

The wind and thunder roared, and the lightning struck down like swords and axes.

——Heavenly tribulation!

This is the punishment imposed by the East on musicians who violate taboos. The eternal shackles set by the blood of the dragon's veins. After dozens of generations of additions, even the blood of the dragon's veins cannot be exempted.

Once violated, it will be like a tarsal maggot that will not stop until it dies!

"Isn't it just a matter of climbing over a wall?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Why be so cruel?"

The sword of the New Testament was raised, the blade fell, and countless music theories neatly cut off the entangled connections from the outside world one by one. In the end, Ye Qingxuan and even his whole person became a pure person in the Great Wall realm. 'Hollow'.

There is no echo or resonance, absorbing all noise and music theory, slipping through the layers of blockades without hesitation, the lightning disc of the tribulation is spinning around, constantly passing by, recently it was only within a stone's throw. remote.

Even so, Ye Qingxuan's area was still gradually delineated, surrounded layer by layer, shrinking towards the core.

"Tsk!"

Ye Qingxuan frowned and could only prepare to fight hard.

And at the end, the catastrophe suddenly came to a standstill, and then fell apart. Just when the two sides were about to fight to the death, the strangeness dissipated.

And just after the layers of electric light, a blurry shadow emerged among the countless streams of light.

There was no face, no outline, and it was not even a human form. It was just a coincidence-like pattern formed in a fleeting moment, but it triggered countless thoughts in Ye Qingxuan's will.

It was like a switch was pressed, and for a moment, I felt uneasy and involuntarily.

There wasn't even room for consternation.

Trees, sea, fish...a series of completely different images emerged in his mind, and in the end, they pointed to traces that had long been forgotten in the depths of his memory.

Inexplicably, it came to mind.

The phantom that appeared next to him when he opened the door of the musician and burned his thousand-year dream.

The memory, which was obviously rigid, became vivid at this moment. The musician who looked completely different from him walked out of the stillness, nodded towards him, and smiled slightly.

It's like saying hello.

tell him:

--I'm here.

Then, a series of images and thoughts fell apart and disintegrated again, and the turbulent mind stabilized again, as if nothing had happened.

Everything that just happened was just a stress-type hint.

But Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but think of what the phantom had asked him.

Do you regret it?

The meaningful questions in the past took on a new meaning now. Although the phantom did not have any malicious intent and even helped him solve the catastrophe, it made Ye Qingxuan uneasy.

"A thousand-year destiny...?"

He recalled Yunlou Qingshu's crazy words, and became more and more irritated in his heart. What he hated most was this kind of person who seemed to know everything and said nothing.

Always with a mysterious smile and a sense of overlooking, as if watching a stage play that has long been revealed, staring at him being pushed to the fateful ending like a puppet.

Have your fucking dream!

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

That hint could only work once, just like a letter slipped under the door. After Ye Qingxuan was on guard, it would never work again the next time.

Anyway, he had already made up his mind to ignore everything.

He has done enough for this world. He can't even control the flood after his death. How can he control the bullshit problems left over from thousands of years ago.

At that moment, he passed through the Great Wall and broke through the clouds.

The first thing I saw was the barren and dry land under the dark clouds. Thousands of miles of yellow sand stretched to the end of my sight, and yellow dust was flying in the air.

The earth in the distance is still full of cracks, large and small, and there is even a big pit at the end of the line of sight... It is as if it has been burned by the falling sun, and it is scorched black.

"Where is this?"

The first thing Ye Qingxuan felt was confusion. Did he go the wrong way?

What about the legendary picturesque scenery? What about the legendary beauty of the landscape? What is going on? Not to mention the green pines and cypresses, there is not even a blade of grass on the ground!

More importantly, what are those people on the ground doing?

As Ye Qingxuan fell and looked down, he passed through the dust and yellow sand, and finally saw clearly the turbulent darkness on the earth. It was countless densely packed figures, entangled with each other, and the sounds of roaring and roaring could be heard.

Bright red colors flow in the desolate world.

And just above the fighting, restless power surged in the blood, entangled with each other, attacking invisibly, pressing step by step or working at every step. Countless music theories were entangled in one place, vying for control of the material world.

This is war...

Outside of the fighting battlefield, there are two groups of musicians competing for control of the battlefield, raining down thunder and fire or spreading nectar. The power of countless musicians overlaps and countless music theories intertwine, forming a torrent of chaos in the tug-of-war.

As Ye Qingxuan fell from the sky, the moment that meteor-like fierce light appeared on the sky, dozens of ether fluctuations locked onto Ye Qingxuan, and then countless music theories extended to him.

"etc!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, it was a critical moment on the battlefield. Everyone was fighting with all their strength and absolutely did not dare to let any loopholes appear.

Facing the meteors falling from the sky, the first thing that came to the minds of the musicians on both sides was confusion.

Are they our people?

no.

So……

Carrying the power of Gangnir and the Ethernet, Ye Qingxuan, who fell from the sky, seemed to be regarded as a formidable enemy by both sides at the same time. As a result, at the same moment, the musicians of both sides unanimously launched a devastating blow towards the sky with all their strength.

It was like a replay of the battle against the sea fortress a few months ago.

But this time, the person facing the massive music was Ye Qingxuan.

Damn it!

Ye Qingxuan's expression changed suddenly. He finally understood why the Great Wall barrier here seemed so weak. That was because all the power of the Great Wall here was blocking the aftermath of this war and was unable to worry about external invasion.

As a result, he managed to sneak in through the door.

Unexpectedly, the place he entered was not an empty house, but a battlefield where two gangs were fighting!

Facing the oncoming big stick, Ye Qingxuan's first reaction was to respond to the Ethernet and help him block this wave of offensive. Unexpectedly, the Ethernet had no response, and even across the Great Wall, he couldn't even feel it. Can't feel it anymore.

Ah, the Internet is indeed disconnected!

Ye Qingxuan thought to himself, and immediately became confused: Huh? Why do you say it is true?

I have no time to take care of the chaotic thoughts in my heart. Fortunately, I still have the sword of the New Testament with me.

Raise the foundation of the earth and support the dome of the sky.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan hid in the etheric fault, as if he was driving a broken ship and was hit by wind and rain in a heavy rain. Although this wave of attacks looks terrifying, it lacks decisive quality and only exists in quantity, which cannot cause him any damage.

It just looks a little more embarrassed.

Facing the roars and attacks one after another, Ye Qingxuan did not dare to continue walking to the middle of the battlefield. He used up a lot of strength and forcibly reversed the direction of his fall. Amidst the lightning, he felt like he was drawing a long arc in the sky. Passed over the huge battlefield.

Coupled with the remaining power of Gangnir and the Ethernet, Ye Qingxuan felt like he was breaking through layers of barriers one after another and falling into a building.

Like a meteorite.

Amidst the roar, there was a wave of air.

With countless dust flying, Ye Qingxuan coughed violently and crawled out of the pit, only to see the old man in front of him.

In the broken building, protected by two musicians, he lowered his head and looked down at Ye Qingxuan with an expression of surprise.

"After decades of living, I have never seen this kind of meeting."

He looked at the disgraced Ye Qingxuan, shook his head and sighed: "It's really... original!"

Ye Qingxuan looked blankly at the luxurious outer robe on his body. Under the protection of the barrier, the black robe was dust-free, with a sapphire border, majestic and cold.

Then, he couldn't help looking around, only to see countless musicians blocking the building layer by layer. In the void, the fluctuations of several scepters locked him, revealing a chilling killing intent.

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched.

It's over!

Just ran out of the wolf's den, and ran into the tiger's den?

"Where is this?"

He looked at the old man in front of him.

"Of course it's the battlefield, Ye Qingxuan."

The old man laughed softly, as if he knew him, "This is my tent, don't you even know where you fell?"

Ye Qingxuan was at a loss.

"Then you are..."

Before he finished speaking, he finally compared the map in his memory and recognized the man in front of him:

"Bai Heng?"