Crown of Silence

Chapter 656: Provisions

"I'm sorry, I gave you a chance."

Ye Qingxuan sighed, stretched out his hand, and pressed on Larbin's forehead, which was covered with veins: "Don't worry, the core music theory of the Steel Heart School... I will help you pass it on."

Before he finished speaking, Larbin screamed.

From the beginning to now, in less than half a minute, Larbin has fallen into defeat. All the musicians who came did not even have time to intervene. They could only watch Ye Qingxuan cruelly maintain his life, and when he was still dying, all his core music theories were stripped out bit by bit.

Larbin screamed in pain, like pulling out tendons and peeling bones, and his blood rose, and his entire forehead expanded a whole circle.

Until the end, Ye Qingxuan slowly pulled out the last strand of complete music theory and sealed it into the Wand of Destiny. Larbin fell from his hand and collapsed to the ground.

Even though he was still breathing, his eyes had lost their spirit.

The Chapter of Fate is the condensation of a musician's life. Once the core music theory is stripped away, it is undoubtedly like taking away his soul. The high-fever blood has completely destroyed his brain.

Larbin can be said to be dead now, and even if he breathes, it will not last long.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and a ray of moonlight turned into flames and fell on his body.

In a flash, Larbin turned into ashes.

A trace of regret and luck flashed in everyone's eyes.

Ye Qingxuan did not leave the Chapter of Fate of the deceased to Guixu, so he did not receive Guixu's blessing. Otherwise, he would have risen to the level of a master again, and it would be more difficult to deal with.

But even so, several masters who were approaching still did not dare to take the lead.

After all, it is the hand of God...

Savior Ye Qingxuan, Vice Lord of Anglo, Prince of Avalon, Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition... Such a person, even if he has fallen to this level, does not know how many cards he still has in his hand.

The fate of acting rashly is just like that of Larbin.

In the distance, at the end of the street, Raymond's figure emerged. He still brought the old nun behind him, looking at Ye Qingxuan's state, a hint of intention flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak.

But soon, he closed his mouth and did not issue an order.

There is no doubt that he wants to kill Ye Qingxuan now, but he can't let him do it. Now I don't know how many people are looking here. If he orders Schubert to do it, then the church will definitely not bypass him. Moreover, Anglo, the inheritance of Haydn, will never be handed over. He must find another opportunity...

Besides, he has another mission.

He glared at Ye Qingxuan unwillingly, turned around and left with the old nun.

He didn't need to do it himself.

There are as many people who want Ye Qingxuan's life as they want! ——

As he expected, after just twenty minutes, a whistling flash of light fell from the sky.

Amid the roar, flames rose, and it transformed into a sinister old man, blocking the man in front of him.

"White hair, young..."

He looked at the stunned opponent in front of him with cold eyes, and laughed strangely: "It seems to be Ye Qingxuan. Although it is a bit unreasonable to bully the weak, someone wants your life. If you want to blame someone, just blame your bad luck for meeting me!"

The young man raised his eyebrows, as if confused.

Boom!

The terrifying fluctuations burst out from his body, and the elements of the scepter slowly rose.

"Although you definitely won't believe me, my friend, you really got the wrong person."

The white-haired young man sighed, stretched out his hand, and pressed the long sword at his waist: "But since you have already issued a challenge, if I am afraid of fighting, I will definitely be thrown into the molten lake by my grandfather to practice hard."

The clanging echo came from the scabbard of the Wenling sword, which made the scepter stunned for a moment.

"Although it is a bit unpleasant to block a knife for a fellow villager for no reason, before the battle, I will tell you my name first."

"Yuan Jing."

The young man holding the hilt said: "Jing in Jingji."

At that moment, the sword rang Jingji.

It was like a ghostly bell in the long night, and the bell sounded like footsteps, echoing around, vague and crisp, which made people palpitate.

The sword of Jingji was unsheathed.

Yuan Jing pulled out the sword ‘Wen Ling’ from his eldest brother Yuan He, revealing no longer the meaning of a white crane in the clouds, but with a chilling coldness, a killing intent, and a ringing bell.

In Yuan He’s hand, the thin sword glowed faintly, stinging the old man’s eyes.

The “Jing Silent Sword Chapter” evolved, and strands of music extended from it, each with a peerless edge. It echoed with the old man’s scepter in the air, and just the sound of the bell made the elements turbulent.

In front of that sword blade, the scepter seemed like the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water, becoming ethereal and illusory.

The old man’s face changed.

"Wait a minute..."

"It's too late."

Yuan Jing held up the long sword expressionlessly, raising it to his eyebrows: "I can't control the sword of my elder brother. A mere counterfeit scepter doesn't have the cost to act recklessly in front of it.

-If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck."

The old man's words just came out of his mouth intact, and the young man who was originally lazy and lazy lost his smile and became as cold as iron.

In his dark eyes, the sword light of the abyss was reflected.

The next moment, the Jingji sword chapter burst into a clear sound.

The sword light came silently, as if it cut through the long night, cutting open the dark sky, revealing the bright light behind it. Pure murderous intent rises from the sword chapter.

In an instant, the sword light turned, passing through the layers of protection, skipping the storm and fire, and weakening the penetrating elements of the bamboo.

The collision between music theories erupted into sharp sounds, like thousands of birds rising into the sky.

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From a long distance away, Ye Qingxuan heard the roaring sound.

He turned around and looked into the distance. An ether wave that burned brightly like a meteor appeared. After a sudden appearance, it disappeared again.

The aura of the scepter dissipated, and in an instant, the elements shattered and were knocked back to their original form. Falling back into the realm of masters.

Even Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

It shouldn't be...

"How come there is such a watery scepter?" He murmured subconsciously.

"The small fruits of man and nature have the cause of leakage, which follows the form like a shadow, although it is not real."

A soft and hoarse voice sounded from behind Ye Qingxuan, with a feminine charm. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment. He suddenly turned around and saw a blurry figure standing in the shadows.

And the white jade lute in her arms.

——Flying Yaksha.

In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the pale and thin woman seemed to be swallowed up by a dark quagmire. Substantial black animal nature seeped out from the pipa in her arms, surrounding her and becoming hers. part.

In the lingering black mist, her face seemed to have turned into a clay face with two horns and an ugly face, as hideous as a ghost. But the next moment, the ghost disappeared, and what came out of the shadows was just a pretty and feminine thin girl.

"The eldest daughter of the Liu family, Liu Ran, has met the head of the Ye family."

She faced Ye Qingxuan, her hem was flowing, her posture was gentle and slow, like a ghost singing and dancing in the middle of the night. Ye Qingxuan's scalp was numb subconsciously, he was frightened by this woman with a heavy yin aura.

Even so, since they were both members of the Nine Dragon Vein surnames, and the other party did not have any ill intentions, Ye Qingxuan still gave him enough courtesy. After all, fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, and maybe they can support each other in Guixu.

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

Ye Qingxuan asked.

Although what Liu Ran said was an Eastern language, he could understand it clearly and knew the metaphor, but he didn't understand what she was referring to.

The small fruits of man and nature have the cause of leakage, and they follow the form like a shadow, although they are not real.

This is the criticism of music theory by Eastern musicians: the movement of persistence and form cannot reach the state of perfection, and will only fall behind. Even if there are some achievements, it is just like a shadow. Although it exists, it cannot withstand the test.

What she means is that the scepter is a fake?

When Liu Ran heard what he said, he couldn't help but purse his lips and chuckle, "It seems that the Ye family leader doesn't know yet? The situation in Guixu."

"Appreciate further details."

After hearing about her discovery from Liu Ran, Ye Qingxuan fell into silence.

The winner wins all, the loser loses all...

Under the witness of all the kings...

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his aching forehead: "Could it be that the last wish of the kings is to watch their descendants kill each other? Something is wrong..."

"It's more than that."

Liu Ran's smile was meaningful. After looking at Ye Qingxuan, he said, "I have some guesses about this."

After finishing speaking, he did not continue to talk, but put up a selling posture, waiting for Ye Qingxuan to ask. But Ye Qingxuan did not ask again, but fell into silence, as if thinking.

After a short silence, Ye Qingxuan raised his head from his thoughts and looked at Liu Ran:

"Qualification?"

After hearing his words, Liu Ran's eyes were slightly stunned, and then he sighed helplessly. When talking to smart people, sometimes people will guess the ending even if you mention the beginning. It seems that he still underestimates the head of the Ye family.

He is indeed a pioneering musician who is said to have created his own school.

"That's right." She nodded slowly.

As early as when he heard Liu Ran's words, Ye Qingxuan understood that the trials in the ruins had a deeper meaning.

Holding Jiuxiao Huanpei, an instrument that is good at ultra-wide-area observation and fine operation, and using analytical methods, Ye Qingxuan couldn't guess it again after getting Liu Ran's hint, which would be called stupidity.

In his perception, battles broke out one after another throughout the huge and complex city. But every time the battle ends, deep etheric fluctuations will come from deep in the core of Guixu.

It is slowly transforming...

The dead musicians melted into the city, and the Chapter of Fate naturally blended into the depths of Guixu, turning into the unborn natural disaster material.

This is the final step.

The real natural disaster will draw on the music theory gathered from these countless battles and be completely born. Therefore, the winner who goes smoothly with this process will be blessed by it and become stronger.

In this process, Guixu was also gradually influenced by others.

After integrating the music theory of countless musicians and the fateful chapter of the master, when Guixu truly appeared in the world, it was already fully imprinted with human beings.