Crown of Silence

"——Old Fei, fuck him!"

Following Ye Qingxuan's voice, there was a roar that shook the world.

The dragon roars.

The golden hound moved forward, stepping into the void, but the body began to expand. After three steps, it turned into a golden dragon. The power of the dragon swept out from under its wings like a sea, tearing apart the phantom of the Witch's Dance layer by layer. , took back Ye Qingxuan's body.

Looking back, dragon's breath is spitting out.

Black fire spewed out from the dragon's mouth, and what looked like flames was a gathering of destruction. Even light was decomposed by the turbulent will, and all matter and music theory were destroyed by the violent animal nature and disintegrated into dust.

After the dragon's breath, the projection of the Witch's Dance seemed to crawl out of the furnace, roaring ferociously, and its flesh and blood squirmed and slowly repaired.

But on the dragon's back, Ye Qingxuan's flesh and blood was rapidly reviving, and his body was complete again.

"Look, what I just said."

Ye Qingxuan stood on the dragon's spine, holding the staff of destiny in his hand. He raised his hand and took off his non-existent hat, saluted to the angry Paganini with a mocking smile.

"This is the Ye family's unique skill. How does it taste?"

Paganini was speechless, just spread his index finger, manipulated the invisible strings, and once again performed the crazy and strange melody. The infinite movement swept away the remnants of the dragon's breath in an instant, and the witch's dance resumed again, even more powerful.

The golden dragon is high in the sky. This time, Ye Qingxuan is finally on par with Paganini. The power of natural disasters is in his hands, as if he is in harmony with the gods, coexisting with the world, and breathing with the heaven and earth.

As long as there is a slight induction, the will penetrates the nine-layer ether sea and reaches the ether realm directly. Under the radiation of the scepter of the heaven on earth, it faintly touches the edge of the great source.

Resonate with the world.

This is a natural disaster.

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and the flying snowflakes fell on his hand, like a dream.

As the ice crystals melted at the fingertips, falling snow emerged from the void and fluttered down. Among the gathering clouds, endless falling snow fell like a waterfall toward the world.

A snowstorm is coming.

Obviously I can't feel any temperature on my fingertips, but there is still a bone-chilling chill in my heart.

Using this as a fulcrum, the incredible and huge illusion unfolds towards the entire Guixu.

"Let's take a long trip."

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, and the drummer sang softly: "I was alone when I came. When I left, I was alone. At this moment, a coldness enveloped the world, and flying snow accompanied me.

It’s not up to me to decide the moment of departure. The only way to find the way in the dark is by yourself..."

In the hoarse song, at the snap of a finger, the endless falling snow turned into flying white, falling from between the two people, covering the space between heaven and earth.

After the snow fell, I don't know when, the turbulent ocean and the ruins had disappeared. There was only the white sky, endless snowflakes falling, and the endless road extending forward.

"Schubert..."

Listening to the singing voice coming from afar, Paganini suddenly became enlightened.

This is music theory that Ye Qingxuan stole from his master again! The essence stolen from the scepter of Saint Schubert! The poetic changes drive the melody, building a world that seems both real and illusory.

——"Winter Journey"!

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan has the blessing of heaven on earth, and the endless dragon power can be used to drive him. Its essence is to directly invoke the ether with will, and it is not absurd to transform to the end, and your wishes will come true.

The combination of Longwei and the illusion school at this moment actually made the 'illusion materialization' that Ye Qingxuan learned from Laura reach the state of great success.

It seems real and illusory, neither false nor true.

In the blink of an eye, illusion becomes real, using the false snowflake as the initial fulcrum, the huge illusion unfolds in the sweep of dragon power, instantly dragging Paganini into this false world.

"wishful thinking!"

Paganini roared, and the thousands of hands of the Dance of Witches spread out, opening up the clouds, as if tearing the sky apart, and about to break out.

But what was waiting for him was Ye Qingxuan's smile and the smashed staff of destiny.

"Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon."

boom! The stick of destiny was like a hammer, firmly nailed into the music theory of the Witch's Dance, and the dragon's power spurted out, blocking the changes in music theory. Ye Qingxuan and Paganini on the dragon's back looked at it from a distance, with smiles on their lips.

Paganini may have already reacted.

After most people gain power, half of them will seek revenge for their past humiliation. But why can't Ye Qingxuan think about fighting Paganini? There are more important things at hand.

There is no need to fight him head-on.

Guixu is right in front of you.

As long as he is delayed by the illusion, even if it is only ten minutes, it will be enough to make him fail.

Determined not to fight forcefully, Ye Qingxuan used the power from the natural disaster without hesitation.

Then, "Weathercock", "Frozen Tears", "Bodhi", "Will-o'-the-Wisp", "Spring Dream", "Crow", "White Head", and even the chapter that Ye Qingxuan is most familiar with, "Holiday".

Layers of different illusions follow, covering it, staggered with each other, injecting various elements into it. Under the operation of poetry, it turns into a real world full of pain and confusion.

The music theory of heaven on earth suppressed Paganini's backlash, suppressing him within it, allowing his changing music theory to continue to erode, but all kinds of illusions were destroyed and reborn.

Until the end, the chapter "Old Luthier" was completely wedged into the music theory. Countless music theories were like chains, and the gravity of the elements spread, bringing terrifying power, wearing away Paganini's scepter, and driving him into the deepest part of the illusion. at.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's power swept across and penetrated Guixu, like a giant holding a huge cage, constantly fishing out handfuls of demons from Guixu and stuffing them into the cage.

Those demons who have not yet reached the master level lost themselves as soon as they fell into the illusion. Their consciousness and music theory quickly dissipated and merged into the illusion, becoming the fulcrum of Winter Journey. Ye Qingxuan's pressure was also relieved.

After all, it was Paganini, and Ye Qingxuan did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Winter Journey is a double-edged sword. As long as he relaxes even a little bit, Paganini may become the guest, erode the illusion, and drag Ye Qingxuan into it.

——

"Paganini was actually suppressed?"

On the flagship of the Holy City, the bishop in charge took a breath of air, with a complex expression on his face: "When did Angelou complete the kingdom of heaven on earth?

This matter must be reported to the Holy City immediately, and the Cardinals may go crazy. "

"No need to report."

Chopin shook his head: "The Cardinals have been watching here, and now they have gone crazy. Unexpectedly, Angelou's natural disaster weapons have developed to an unrestricted level."

This is absolutely terrible news.

Although various countries are privately researching natural disaster weapons, it is not a common practice after all. At most, they can be compared to natural disasters. The Holy City also has a lot of trump cards, and there is no fear that the countries will lose control.

But instead of being damaged by Leviathan's attack, Angelou actually used it to complete the kingdom of heaven on earth... This made the cult begin to realize that something was wrong.

Now that the abyss is shattered and descending on the material world, natural disasters and demons are rampant, the Holy City's control is almost gone. And Angelou is in the hands of that lunatic who is not under the control of the Holy City... I am afraid that if something goes wrong, it will cause chaos.

Just like Arthur hundreds of years ago...

The bishop's expression was gloomy and he roared angrily: "I've said it before, Angelo doesn't follow the way of the Lord and doesn't believe in God's way, so he must be suppressed."

"You can make your voice louder, run to the Hand of God's ear and shout." Chopin glanced at him indifferently: "You want to die, I won't stop you."

The bishop was stunned for a moment. In the lookout mirror, he saw the white-haired young man on the dragon's back looking towards here with a sneer on his lips. He couldn't help but take a step back, his expression pale.

He can hear it!

"All the places where the power of the heaven on earth radiates are all Anglo lands. Wherever the dragon's power is, there is no way to hide. The foundation of the heaven on earth is no less than the upper natural disasters."

Chopin waved his hand, shielded the inside and outside, and said calmly: "The Holy City has its own arrangements for how to do it. You don't need to dictate. You just have to do your own thing."

The bishop's expression twitched.

It was obvious that Chopin gave him eye drops just now, and his words were leaked out. Otherwise, how could he worry about being eavesdropped when the saint was around.

Sensing Chopin's dissatisfaction with him, the bishop had to lower his stance. He did not dare to use the Cardinal Church as a banner to urge the saints to take action. Instead, he asked respectfully:

"Can't we do something now?"

Chopin played with the rose beads on his wrist, his eyes lowered, not looking at the turbulent Guixu, and just responded coldly: "The time has not come."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a huge earthquake in Guixu.

Amidst the roar of heaven and earth, a pillar of light roared up above Zigui Ruins. Within the light pillar, something was slowly rotating, emitting majestic ether fluctuations.

Everyone's eyes are red.

It's a stone plate!

The broken stone plate was wrapped in the stream of light and emerged from the ruins. The second part of the core of the natural disaster was brewed!

The bishop turned around in surprise and wanted to ask Chopin, but saw that Chopin had disappeared at some point.

The moment the stone plate appeared, he turned into a stream of light, soared into the sky, rushed into Guixu, and grabbed the stone plate.

Now, the time has come!

Not only Chopin, but also the Golden Dragon roared loudly, spread its wings, and rushed Ye Qingxuan towards the stone plate.

In the sea fortress of Asgard, countless sirens screamed, and the light of thunder and lightning burst out. In the blazing light, the majestic divinity awakened from it, and the second emperor's son who transformed into the one-eyed god came out with lightning. out.

Around Guixu, among the clouds, the seabed, and the cold wind, dozens of figures suddenly appeared. The scepter unfolded from the etheric realm, elements emerged, and majestic melodies emerged one after another, rushing in the direction of the stone plate.

I don’t know how many people are waiting for this moment and preparing to pick fruits!

At the same moment, deep in the ruins, in a small room full of cobwebs, two people kneeling in the dust raised their eyes. The same white hair reflected the bright light in the distance, as bright as silver.

"Next, there will be Brother Lao Shi." Liu Ran nodded and smiled.

"I leave this cottage to you."

Yuan Jing smiled for the last time, put away his smile, and his expression returned to solemnity. He slowly picked up the long sword in his lap and raised it to his eyebrows:

"——Unfilial son Yuan Jing, please lend me the sword seal of my ancestor!"

At that moment, in the far east, above Yujing Mountain, the sound of swords heard thousands of miles away.