Crown of Silence

Chapter 606: 599: The vulgar ambush

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, the rain curtain was torn apart by the sharp airflow, and countless rain and mist rose into the sky, flying in all directions.

The huge armor exploded in front of Ye Qingxuan and fell apart.

Countless pieces of iron flew out, wedged deeply into the stone, and a large number of fragments roared towards Ye Qingxuan. But when he got close to Ye Qingxuan, there was a faint black air rising from his robes. With a gentle twist, the kinetic energy of the fragments disappeared without a trace, dissipating into iron sand under the dark mist, blending into the heavy rain, and fell to the ground.

By the end, the iron sand had piled up into a straight line at Ye Qingxuan's feet, washed away by the heavy rain and dyed with wisps of red and cold metallic light.

Twisted steel remains are everywhere.

The rain fell on the wreckage, like grease on the red-hot iron, and red flames ignited from it, spreading along the water and spreading to the ground.

The shape of the flame is given to the quality of water. Under the power of quality interference, the rules of the material world have been distorted by the gravity of music theory.

The rainstorm became a weapon.

Just like the iron sand in Nigel's hand, even just one grain can exert terrible effects under the guidance of the formula of change.

It's just that the change formula becomes property interference.

Wherever the moonlight shines, all the rainwater turns into Ye Qingxuan's sharp blade. You don't even need to move, as long as you stand still, the heavy rain containing interference will penetrate into the power armor.

Immediately afterwards, the ladder to heaven came across, and thousands of moonlight thought threads were connected to the alchemy matrix, and the music theory was eroded.

Outflow layer, formation layer, active layer, creative layer.

The structure between the four layers was completely disrupted, countless matrix lines were chaotically combined together, the cycle was overloaded, the cooling system collapsed, and in the end, the ether furnace in the layers of protection exploded.

In just a few seconds, the overloaded power armor will turn into a molten steel melting furnace.

Letting go of the Clothes of Original Sin, when facing opponents below the master level, Ye Qingxuan does not have to worry about the numbers, go all out, and focus on the attack. The Jiuxiao Ring Pendant itself is a rare weapon. After Ye Qingxuan advanced to Dream Weaver, The core music theory has also been nurtured again, and the sound has become clearer and clearer.

The dragon's roar lingered in the heavy rain for a long time before slowly dissipating.

The last blocker fell apart.

But Ye Qingxuan did not feel happy, but frowned.

Although the battle between the two sides was short, there was still about five minutes, which was enough for other places to send reinforcements, or for the strong people inside to respond. Moreover, this was not only the Summer Palace, but also the site of the Queen's coronation ceremony, so the security was absolutely not required. Will relax.

But now, the manor is still dead silent.

Only the dim light in the crystal danced. Through the thick rain curtain, the dim light had a faint hint of strange green after being refracted. The entire solemn silence was hair-raising.

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and walked into it.

But along the way, I didn't see any living people at all.

People are dead.

On the outskirts of the manor, no matter whether they were the entourage of spectators, the manor's waiters or the majestic and solemn honor guard, they all fell into the rain at this moment.

There were no wounds on his body. The exposed skin was pale and dry, just like low-quality paper. It had become swollen to the point of being unsightly after absorbing the rain.

A typical black musician killing method.

Relying on the nightmare mist formed by the abyss music theory, they can easily absorb the lives of mortals, as simple as sipping a drink with a straw.

The deeper you go, the more dead bodies there are.

In the silent palace, there was only the sound of Ye Qingxuan's footsteps. Everyone fell to the ground, with sweet smiles on their lips, as if they were immersed in a sweet dream.

Only the wonderful aroma in the air becomes thicker and thicker.

The taste of blood.

There was a faint sound of singing echoing.

"Please go tell Aunt Luo Di...please go tell Aunt Luo Di...please go tell Aunt Luo Di..."

The faint singing voice whispered softly in his ears: "Old Gray Goose has passed away."

Ye Qingxuan turned back suddenly.

Behind you, there is nothing.

Only the voice like a girl's laughter lingered in my ears:

"She died in the mill pond...she died in the mill pond...she died in the mill pond...right in front of her..."

It's Mary.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the final door.

At that moment, he almost suffocated.

In a daze, it felt as if scarlet wind was blowing from the cruel execution ground behind the door.

Everyone died.

Fragmented.

On the walls, on the crystal lamps, on the floor, there are even some cyan skeletons still sitting in their positions, with solemn postures, but the flesh, flesh and internal organs are like clothes falling off the bones layer by layer, like flowers. Normal bloom.

Weird flowers of flesh and blood bloomed in every corner.

It was as if a surgeon had used exquisite and cruel anatomy techniques to dismantle everyone's body, then removed the decayed and corrupted internal organs, straightened the deformed organs, and then left the most perfect parts, making The dirty flesh and blood actually showed a different kind of beauty.

The red color is everywhere.

Blood dripped from the corpse like a stream and fell onto the red carpet underfoot, making the red carpet more vivid. It was like red mold parasitic on the floor. Stepping on it was like sinking into a quagmire, causing discomfort. sticky touch.

Ye Qingxuan walked forward in silence, looking around.

His face was expressionless.

He was late.

In the silence, his steps suddenly stopped and he stopped.

When he lowered his head, he saw that his ankle was grasped by a hand. On the ground, the body with the skin cut off raised its head, and the muscles on its face stretched, as if it had a vague smile.

But behind those layers of muscle bundles, there were wisps of black mist seeping out.

In an instant, there seemed to be hundreds of fountains in the hall.

All the corpses spewed out a lot of black mist, which filled everywhere in an instant. The black mist swallowed up all the light and brought a thick and disgusting abyss.

Nightmare mist.

And in that nightmare mist that was arranged by the power of countless black musicians, huge ether fluctuations suddenly emerged one after another.

Countless musical theories intertwined and gathered together. They were the power of the same source, the music that inherited the will of the dark lord. At this moment, with their resonance, the nightmare mist evolved further and turned into a hell.

In other words, at this moment, Ye Qingxuan had fallen into a blockade that was almost in the realm of the scepter. In the nightmare mist, faint shadows emerged, and each person had an ether fluctuation as powerful as the dark stars.

Great Demon...

Everyone was the final form of the black musician after the abyss transformation, and was given a pseudo-scepter of the abyss elements, and a great demon who shepherded the people of the Hundred Eyes!

In the blockade, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, there are so many people."

He looked around and sighed softly: "Sixteen great demons? Although your strength has increased a lot after experiencing the gift from the abyss, to gather so many, you have to collect all the black musicians in Anglu, right? It's really not easy...

Thanks to the Dark Lord for looking up to me and gathering the power of the black musicians in Anglu to deal with me, how lucky I am."

Bang!

The moon above Ye Qingxuan's head was turbulent under the erosion of the nightmare fog.

In the elemental field of the Hell Scepter, Ye Qingxuan has been completely isolated from the etheric world-his resonance with the Silent Moon has been cut off.

His face changed slightly.

The Dark Lord has indeed found his biggest weakness.

What he is best at has always been relying on the ladder, taking advantage of the situation, and defending and counterattacking.

From a business perspective, he is an out-and-out speculator. After finding the weakness, he leverages the Jiuxiao Huanpei as a lever to leverage a massive amount of funds that is dozens of times more than his own capital. With one blow, he completely defeated the enemy and filled the gap and high interest with profits.

In contrast, ordinary musicians who are industrialists often find it difficult to resist the impact of external funds, but speculators like him also have fatal weaknesses.

In addition to being difficult to sustain and requiring cumbersome and delicate skills, he relies too much on the "Ether Realm" as a "market".

Once the external environment is stripped away and the actual assets and liabilities are counted, Ye Qingxuan can only show his own assets - although he is still of high quality in this regard, it is not comparable to the original scale, and he will even be tied up and unable to launch an offensive.

Now, if it weren't for the Jiuxiao Huanpei, he can't even sense the Sea of ​​Ether.

In a closed city, he is fighting against sixteen companies with assets that are several times more than his own? No matter how stupid a businessman is, he won't do such a thing. Moreover, the officials in this environment are not friendly to him...

Ye Qingxuan sighed, rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and asked:

"Who can tell me where Mary went?"

No one responded.

The famous name of 'God's Hand' is in front, and there are even countless precedents in the past. I don't know how many black musicians have tragic endings to prove that those who talk to this guy will most likely not have a good ending.

What's more, this guy is now the Grand Judge of the Inquisition. The conflict between the two camps is destined to be a life-and-death struggle.

From an unknown black musician to a powerful demon, everyone present is not a fool, and they dare not underestimate Ye Qingxuan, not to mention that there is an order from the dark master, and at this moment, no one intends to communicate.

Even after Ye Qingxuan finished speaking, everyone resonated with each other. The "hell realm" with sixteen etheric fluctuations intertwined with each other was shaken and evolved into a dark sun hanging high in the sky.

The terrifying pressure evolved from countless musical theories pressed down along the dark sun. It was to directly act on Ye Qingxuan's fate chapter and lock all his resistance. It crushed all musical theories with pure force and did not give him any chance to use force to fight force.

Ye Qingxuan stood still.

Countless notes flashed on the original sin robe, and the domain of Shengya emerged out of thin air, covering the body, and withstood the pressure of the hell scepter.

The invisible barrier, under the suppression of the dark sun, actually showed layers of faint ripples, and it was clear that it would not last long.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh, reached out, fumbled for a pack of unopened cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully opened the package with a few fingers, picked it up, tilted his head to light it, took a deep breath, exhaled the dissipated smoke, then took off the cigarette and slowly raised his head.

"You all know that I am the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, right?"

No one responded, but in the nightmare fog, the ether fluctuations became more and more violent.

The dark sun suddenly dropped three inches!

Countless abyssal music theories intertwined, distorting the material world in chaos, forming a vague black flame.

A sharp noise sounded, and countless cracks emerged from the Holy Barrier.

Collapse is imminent.

"It seems that you know?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded in understanding: "Then why do you think... I would leave so many thugs unused and come to fight with you alone?"

Before the voice fell, a loud roar roared.

From the sky.

Countless thunders suddenly exploded in the rainstorm.

Lightning danced like a mad snake, filling the sky and the earth.

The hurricane emerged from behind the clouds like a torrent, cutting through the iron-like black clouds and the sky, and even briefly tore apart the fog covering the Anglo sky, revealing a narrow skylight.

The stars are like a sea.

And in the sea of ​​stars, a huge monster broke through the clouds and roared violently towards the earth.

——Nomadic Mountain!