Crown of Silence

Chapter 783 Heroes and Death

"Pfft..."

Some people were amused by this weird name, but soon the smiles stopped.

I was almost suffocated by the hurricane coming towards me.

The situation in the center of the battlefield could no longer be seen clearly, and one could only vaguely glimpse the lightning and thunder that collided in the storm of destruction. It was a disaster caused by one person.

Terrifying tornadoes shot straight into the sky.

Someone is using one person's power to deal with the full siege of the nine surnames of Dragon Vein!

"This is not a funny thing."

Bai Heng said calmly: "According to legend, once it is activated, it can pin the ocean with its own weight and trap the power of the tide.

Before Taichang Qing took it away, it had pinned the North Sea for four hundred years and stabilized the tides for four thousand eight hundred months. The local natives call it the Dinghai Divine Needle, which is a magical weapon that was thrown into the mortal world by the Emperor of Heaven.

Before I saw it, I always thought it was just a legend and a joke, but I never thought that such a terrifying thing actually existed in the world. "

He paused for a moment, raised the wine glass, and it was filled with sand and dust in the wind. Then, he turned the mouth of the glass and poured the blood-colored sand into the wind.

In the storm, twisted pieces of iron came howling, shattering the porcelain cup in his hand, leaving a lacerated wound.

Bai Heng lowered his head, looked at the wound on his finger, and twirled his fingers, but his expression was calm and peaceful:

“Look, in front of it, I’m afraid any natural disasters are nothing to fear, right?

Everyone, this is the emperor's strongest musician. As long as he makes up his mind and sacrifices himself, he can easily destroy our coalition forces.

After the Yuan family leader dies in battle, I'm afraid we will have to face the pressure of that hero head-on..."

In the dead silence, Bai Heng smiled, stood up and said goodbye:

"Then, I'll go down first to prepare. Please be patient."

Soon, his figure disappeared into the distance and was never seen again.

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In the storm, a terrifying mass that exceeded the limit of imagination swept across, causing the earth to crack and bend. Countless soil was swept into the sky, surrounding the void weapon, forming a violent tornado.

The distorted gravity shrouded the hero's hands. The power that was originally unrealistic now materialized in people's observation. It was a 'field' that was so dark that even light could be distorted.

The weapon that once restrained the sea, restraining the raging tides and tsunamis like wild horses, was in his hands. After ignoring the terrifying backlash and price, it became an indestructible terrifying weapon.

Even the sand and soil attracted by gravity surround it, forming an ultra-dense material above the steel, just like a satellite bound by the gravity of a star.

In fact, it is especially unclear whether there is any material in the material world that can withstand its frontal bombardment.

As a price for controlling this power, even the man who transforms into a hero at this moment may not be as relaxed as he imagined.

The power obtained by burning the natural disaster is just the qualification to use this terrifying power.

In such a turbulent environment, the ether still retains its entity, resisting the suction from gravity, but there are still silvery glows peeling off the hero's body, intertwining with each other to form whirlpools, entangled in the pitch-black field of nothingness , like thorns surrounding a rose.

Those are the traces of burning life.

If you uphold this power, you will be invincible!

Faced head-on with the power accumulated by the nine surnames of the Dragon Vein for hundreds of years, Mr. Hu roared. Instead of showing weakness, he pressed forward step by step, withstood the siege and severely wounded Zhulong.

Even so, a big hole opened in his chest.

The sword that nearly penetrated the sky was thrust out from Yuan Changqing's hand, penetrating the earth, water, fire and wind, tearing the rain and iron apart. Under the condensation of the sword, the ether turned into iron light, condensing into an extremely fine light that is difficult for humans to observe. The bundle of hair stabbed straight out along with the pure Jun.

Just like light penetrating into water, after being refracted heavily, under the deflection of gravity, at an inclination that is so fine that it is difficult to measure, the sword that should have penetrated the air instead penetrated into the enemy's chest.

There was only a thin crack in his chest, but the violent ether blasted a big hole in Mr. Hu's back. If he hadn't turned into an inhuman being, Mr. Hu would have been strangled to pieces in the chaotic sword energy at this moment.

Faced with such huge pressure, Yuan Changqing's offensive not only did not slow down, but became more fierce.

It's like...indescribable pleasure.

What I have been craving for so long is now in front of my eyes.

Strong enemies and death.

Both are now readily available.

So, they reveled like wild beasts.

After abandoning the cumbersome body, Yuan Changqing transformed into the Holy Spirit with a pure Jun scepter. At this moment, he was facing the storm and Mr. Hu's offensive, as if the rust had been worn away, and it was so sharp and unreasonable.

Accumulate but gain little.

Yuan's music theory itself should be obtained through death. After twenty years of loneliness, twenty years of waiting resulted in an unprecedented and terrifying increase in strength.

It is not a quantitative improvement, but a qualitative transformation.

It's not even the improvement of the scepter and music theory, but the element formed by the murderous intent in the pure Jun is expanding crazily, exuding a coercion that reaches the sky and the earth.

In ecstasy, the element continued to expand and shrink, shatter and reorganize. After dozens of births and deaths, it actually split into four, intertwined with each other, connected and riveted with layers of music theory, forming a strange matrix. When the four intertwined and swirled, Yuan Changqing's figure became thinner and more terrifying.

He has integrated everything into Chunjun.

Even Chunjun, which was made of the bones of the family heads of previous generations, could not withstand such crazy power, and cracks appeared faintly. Until the end, Yuan Changqing held the hilt upside down in a wild laugh, aimed at his body, and chopped it down vertically and horizontally.

After two swords, he fell apart along with Chunjun.

In the blazing glow, the furnace of creation was performed again, and endless ether gathered together, accompanied by the flying of four elements, forming four completely different phantoms.

Seeking death in death.

In the dazzling moment of abandoning life, grasp the essence and meaning of life, and then completely abandon this cumbersome thing!

Watching death, following death, and then, becoming death!

At that moment, the bell in Yuan He's sheath wailed.

A broken sword fell from the air and fell into his hands. It was the sword body of Chunjun. After being stripped of Yuan Changqing's decades of nurturing, it had become its original form.

Chunjun has always been the sword of the head of the Yuan family, and it never leaves his side. The only time it appears in someone else's hands can only prove one thing... Yuan Changqing is dead.

But Yuan He did not cry and groan, and did not even shed tears like ordinary people. There was no sadness in his eyes, only an indescribable envy and a yearning for the four fierce lights!

Life is nothing more than a process of pursuing death.

Death is worth it.

At the moment of death, Yuan Changqing, the strongest head of the family in history, had touched the realm that his ancestors had longed for, and faintly stepped into the edge of the Great Source.

At that moment, the Great Source roared, and four rivers surged out of it. After passing through the etheric world, they fell from it, absorbing the power of the etheric sea, and almost drew most of the ether of Zhendan into this place, forming a terrifying vacuum.

Then, it fell into the four elements that flew out from Yuan Changqing's body.

So, under the reflection of the four elements, the earth, water, fire, wind, and all things froze and solidified instantly, and only endless fierce light and terrifying darkness gathered above the sky.

Four figures emerged from the elements, and they were Yuan Changqing's faces. One was a child; one was an old man; one was a middle-aged man, cold and sharp, as if he wanted to cut through everything; one was as quiet as a virgin, illusory and ethereal, and it was even difficult to observe whether it existed.

The four held four completely different ancient swords, and the elements on the blades echoed each other, creating outlines with the purest destruction and death. Countless music theories extended from them, interweaving into a huge alchemical matrix, covering the entire battlefield.

All things wailed.

It was not until now that the four elements revealed their own essential power in the void.

—— Execution, slaughter, entrapment, and extinction!

After exhausting all the accumulation of the Yuan family over the generations, the terrifying artifact that spanned the bridge of life and death, expounded the principle of destruction, and simulated the scene of the end of the world was transformed from Yuan Changqing's bones.

At the moment of death, he finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of his ancestors and forged his heart, soul and bones into these four vessels of destruction.

Under the reflection of the four swords, the earth was barren and cracks appeared. The scorched earth was covered with frost, the sky was gray, and the cold wind was howling.

Through the broken sky, the glow of the stars could not be seen, because the stars had been destroyed in the eternal calamity.

Between heaven and earth, a terrifying crack that went straight to the center of the earth appeared, but there was no terrifying geothermal heat in the crack, and even the core of the planet had cooled down.

A broken skeleton sat between the broken heaven and earth.

There was no life left in the world.

Only this tragic planetary wreckage shows that everything once existed.

This is the end of the earth, the sky, the stars, all things and the world, the destruction of everything, and the scene where everything has lost its meaning.

At this moment, under the cover of the Sword of the End, the entire Tianmen Pass was wailing and shaking, being swept into that piece of the end, rapidly weathering, and the defenders on the city wall were wailing and withering.

Even the friendly forces had to retreat under this force, leaving corpses all over the ground.

At this moment, the battle is no longer something that humans can interfere with.

It is a war between monsters and the world, heroes and death.

Between the broken heaven and earth, heavy weapons collided with the Sword of the End, and the terrifying battle reached its climax. As the battle changed, the four continued to merge and split, leaving scars on Mr. Hu's body.

Even though he was dead, Yuan Changqing's laughter seemed to still echo in this eternal destruction. As the battle became more intense, the old man's once crazy figure became clearer and clearer.

Even though he was dead, he still enjoyed the fun of fighting in this way.

Experienced... the pleasure of killing!

For the first time, Mr. Hu was forced to retreat.

Under that fierce attack.

It was like a replay of the game between Ye Qingxuan and Yuan Changqing.

Those who seek victory will win, and those who seek death will die.

If you don't want to be dragged to death by Yuan Changqing, you can only be overwhelmed by him and find it difficult to fight back.

Outside the battlefield, there are still several family heads close to the battle, constantly providing power to Yuan Changqing's remains through the power of Tianshang City, allowing him to squander and destroy at will.

Facing the four crazy attacking streams, the burning hero once again raised his might and smashed forward.

This time, no retreat.

The scorching sun once again moved in this dead world, and the terrifying high heat and eternal cold fought in one place.

At the last moment, Mr. Hu looked behind him and smiled farewell.

Goodbye.

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"Mr. Hu..."

In the wilderness, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and stopped looking.

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