The Lord of the Crowned Noble Phantasm of the Alien Plane

Chapter 431 Requiem "Day of Wrath of God"!
"Why did you lie to me? Mozart! You ruined everything about me!" Salieri exuded a strong killing intent, and his divine power began to explode.

"Calm down, my friend! This is the last remaining consciousness of my divinity before I die." Mozart sighed and began to explain the process.

"In order to put Ivan the Terrible to sleep, so that he could not continue to implement tyranny in the empire, I continued to play for three months without sleep. In order to make the emperor who didn't know any art fall asleep, I exhausted my flesh and blood, and played until the gods Until sexual power dissipates completely."

"But Ivan the Terrible, who was completely influenced by the fusion monster, is too powerful. Once I die, Lei Di will gradually wake up. At that time, the entire permafrost empire will be destroyed."

"Just when I was about to pass away with eternal regret, my friend, you appeared."

After saying this, Mozart actually showed pride on his face, as if he was showing off his intelligence.

"I want to kill you right now!" Salieri suppressed the anger in his heart, suppressing the desire to strike.

"Hey, in order to ensure that someone can continue this task and play the lullaby for Lei Di, I put a curse on you when you put on this mask for the first time, making you think you are Mozart, and your mission is to play for Lei Di Play a lullaby, let it fall into a deep sleep that will never wake up..."

"I'm not you!" Salieri pointed to the monster that was about to come out of the ice in the distance, "Look at Lei Di now, this is the one who has been sleeping for decades, and the animal heart in his heart cannot be released. Now He will become a disaster for another human world!"

"Don't be excited, so I left my remaining consciousness in the Amadeus Mask, waiting for you to put it on again..."

Mozart turned around and bowed gracefully with his right hand in front of his chest: "Thank you for giving the mask to Salieri..."

Yu Xuan smiled and waved his hand, indicating to continue.

Salieri had a musical talent that was no weaker than Mozart's, but he had always lived in Mozart's shadow. The negative characteristics of hypnotic hallucination in his divine power were even greater than Mozart's.

This was also part of the plan that Yuxuan had made long ago.

"Okay, now is the time to end everything, my friend, hit the keys again, and use your music that is far better than mine to pull Ivan the Terrible into the abyss of fear!"

"I can't do it!" Salieri was trembling all over, and his breathing began to become short of breath, "I can't even do what you can't do!"

"You can use your emotional music to make the Thunder Emperor fall into endless regret..."

"impossible!"

Salieri shouted excitedly, "I don't have your talent, I can't do your magical skills, I can't touch people like you!"

"You are so talented and blessed! Everyone is intoxicated just for you!"

"You are wrong!" Mozart shook his head, and a baton appeared in his hand. "The sound of your piano can trigger the emotions hidden deep in the audience's hearts, but you didn't realize this!"

"No way! I'm just a second-rate musician living in your shadow!"

"Even so, I still have to play to save the world!"

"Come on, try it, throw everything away, forget about my existence, this world belongs only to you, and all of us are your most loyal listeners..."

Mozart took the trouble to persuade, even Yuxuan and Miyamoto Musashi were tired of listening.

Finally, Salieri fell into a complete breakdown: "It's so loud! I'll just play it! Shut up and listen!"

Stretch out your hands and tap in the void, and the melodious sound of the piano appears in the void.

Salieri's divine power began to climb, and he was already immersed in the world of music.

Under Mozart's guidance, for the first time, he showed no concern for what others thought, no thought of how to surpass Mozart, no restriction on himself, and he showed his true self to his heart's content.

The next moment, the sound of the zither suddenly changed from slow to hasty, like a thousand sharp knives began to wave in the void, full of anger and killing intent, filling this void!
Ivan the Terrible broke free from the ice suddenly, his whole body was covered with thunder, and he walked over step by step.

The scepter in his hand was condensing the light of thunder, and the power emanating from his body continued to increase.

Seeing this scene, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly became nervous, and fear began to grow in his heart.

The next moment she felt her hand being held, which instantly dispelled this negative feeling, and her whole body began to stiffen.

"It's not that I haven't hugged...don't be nervous..."

Yuxuan smiled and raised the clasped hands of the two: "Is this the first time you have been held? Don't worry, Salieri's requiem 'Day of Wrath' can arouse the fear in the audience and be affected by it. , the rank will be lowered, so don't focus on listening."

"So that's how it is..." Miyamoto Musashi heaved a sigh of relief, but the speed of his heartbeat increased instead of falling. This feeling is really strange.

While the two were talking, the illusory Mozart in the distance slowly turned around and bowed to Yuxuan again.

His whole body began to be illusory, with relief on his face, dissipating into the air.

Mozart's last divine consciousness completely disappeared!

However, Salieri, who was intoxicated by playing, was completely immersed in the ocean of music, and did not realize that his friend Mozart had disappeared.

Moreover, the dark armor on his body is changing, turning into a black and purple dress like Mozart, with a wolf fur cloak fluttering in the wind behind him.

He was mesmerized, his hands were beating extremely fast in the void, sadness, lamentation, seriousness, heaviness... the requiem played by him was full of all emotions.

As for the target of the divine attack—Ivan the Terrible, the divine power emanating from his body began to weaken, and his aura still faded.

"It's really done! Ivan the Terrible's divine power has been reduced to the supernova peak!" Miyamoto Musashi exclaimed.

Immediately, Yuxuan covered his mouth with his hand: "Shh... don't make any sound..."

Miyamoto Musashi immediately reacted and nodded.

Yu Xuan let go of his hand, and the moment he withdrew it, he felt that his palm was suddenly touched by a soft and slippery hand.

Suddenly all the hairs on my body stood on end, and a strange itch ran down my spine to the top of my head!

Is this woman a cat?

Aware of his subconscious actions, Miyamoto Musashi's glamorous and lovely face immediately turned red.

"What's wrong with me?"

……

The two pretended not to know, and just listened to the piano played by Salieri.

As time passed, the rising divine power in Salieri finally began to weaken. The performance, which lasted for nearly an hour, almost exhausted all his divine power.

"Hey...it's still a little short..." Yu Xuan sighed.

In 5 minutes, the fantasy tree behind will end the condensation of the sacred tree species, and Artemis will be able to come out of it.

Miyamoto Musashi once again manifested two swords in his hands, ready to continue fighting with the power of divinity that has not recovered much.

But a hand stopped her.

"Take Salieri away..." Yu Xuan pointed to the comatose musician, and Miyamoto Musashi was about to refute.

Immediately, he suddenly discovered that the divine power emanating from the big boy beside him began to rise rapidly!
It's even close to the supernova!
In the next moment, a holy gun condensed by golden starlight manifested!

"Ivan the Terrible, let's try the power of the holy spear to pull out anchors!"

A torrent of golden divine particles suddenly spread out from Yuxuan's body and began to circle around him!
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