Chapter 363 Under the Shell

Chapter 364 Under the Shell

A startling etheric fluctuation suddenly burst out.

One of the two priests played the war drum, and the drum sound was desolate. In the desolate drum sound, the mud pit boiled, and six huge heads slowly rose from the mud pit.

The six-headed giant snake was more than ten meters tall, with dark green scales all over its body, emitting a frosty chill, and suddenly pounced in the direction of Samuel.

Then another musician blew the horn, and the sound of the horn was deafening, as if it contained the will to fight and kill that condensed into substance. With the help of the horn sound, the speed and strength of the clay warriors suddenly increased again, and they attacked the musicians' camp like crazy.

At the same time, the sound of the horn containing the theory of mind-phase music continuously eroded the fighting will of the musicians, amplifying the fear and trembling hundreds and thousands of times, making them at a loss and in chaos.

In just a moment of staggering, dozens of people were chopped to pieces by the soldiers of the legion, leaving no bones.

No one thought that there were musicians accompanying the army in the clay puppet legion, and they were all the type who were good at large-scale assistance. As one side gained strength while the other side lost strength, the remains of the saint gained the upper hand again.

It held up the scepter, and the cracked scepter exuded a brilliant light. Under the suppression of the scepter field and the impact of each other's music theory, the annihilation cave, which only knew how to swallow rigidly, had shrunk to half of its original size, and its music theory structure gradually collapsed. I'm afraid it won't last long.

On the other hand, its head chewed gold, sang hoarsely, and thunder and lightning continued to burst out of the dark eye holes, jumping among the crowd. The blazing light, every flash would completely evaporate an enemy.

And the lightning seemed to have a special induction, specifically targeting those musicians who were judged to be special threats. In just a few seconds, six musicians were swallowed by the lightning one after another.

Only two people survived by chance. One of them flickered like a bubble, and was reborn as soon as he died, without any damage. It was obvious that he had a special self-defense movement.

The other person was a little more tragic. The whole person crawled out of the charred body like shedding skin, bloody and bloody, and soon recovered under the treatment of the hymn movement.

The two people obviously came from a famous school, and they had many life-saving treasures in their hands, and the musical instruments were not ordinary. No longer hiding their strength, they exerted their full strength and actually withstood the huge pressure and saved many people.

In the hands of the saint's remains, the head slowly turned and locked the figures of the two people. The lightning in the eye hole was brewing and ready to go. But at this moment, a bright light flew from the side.

Snap!

An electric chain spanning hundreds of meters hit the face of the head. The high temperature that was enough to turn ordinary people into ashes did not cause the head to be damaged at all.

For it, this level of lightning is more like a "humiliation" than an attack. It was as if someone rushed up and slapped him loudly when he was careless.

The eye hole with thunderous light suddenly raised its head, staring into the distance, and locked onto a figure in the crowd.

There, the boy with a cane waved excitedly at the head, meaning:

"- Hey, look here!"

At that moment, the moonlight lead extended from the wound on his fingertips, and thousands of threads came with the wind. The moonlight between illusion and reality gently wrapped around the remains of the saint.

Then, the meaning of the invisible river emerged from Ye Qingxuan's heart, whistling along the moonlight lead, and invaded the consciousness of the remains without any holes.

If it still has this thing called "consciousness".

Logically speaking, even if it is a saint who has become a miracle, it is impossible for his body to continue to retain consciousness after death. At most, his consciousness is placed on the ether, sublimated into a holy spirit, and sent to the holy city for worship.

The corpse of an ordinary person may rot and weather in two or three years, but the remains of a saint are different, because they have been transformed by the chapter of fate and can last for thousands of years. There is also hidden power of the saint in it, which is a rare treasure, such as Ye Qingxuan's Eye of Indra.

What's more, this complete body of the saint has obviously been transformed by an alchemist, connected to the music matrix of the entire underground palace, and can even awaken the scepter that has already fallen.

Therefore, Ye Qingxuan suspected: There must be something left in this body! -

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt that he had thrown himself into the light.

The endless brilliant light engulfed his perception and almost burned him to death-it was like suddenly coming to the scorching sun, and all conspiracies and sneaks were exposed in the light.

——Chapter of Fate!

Ye Qingxuan felt that his eyes went dark, and he was almost evaporated in an instant. Fortunately, the existence of the ‘Invisible River’ was extremely small, between existence and non-existence, and was not burned up in an instant.

He did not expect that what was filled in this skeleton at this moment was the spirituality of the ‘Chapter of Fate’. The spirituality of the music that sang the greatness and glory of the Romulus Empire was as magnificent and domineering as the scorching sun, shining everywhere.

What surprised him even more was that the group of Romulans actually engraved the chapter of the saint’s fate on the saint’s body, and made his corpse into a puppet through alchemy.

This explains why a dead person can have the musician’s scepter and the calling field. It is originally an extremely powerful alchemical equipment!

It’s just made of the saint’s body.

Musicians often say: Excellent music has a soul, and spirituality is the soul of the music. But replacing the soul of a person with the soul of a music... is too weird.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to vomit blood: What kind of weird research did those Romulans do! Didn't they agree to respect the dead, bury them in peace, and worship the family fire and the spirits of their ancestors!

Now, let alone the consciousness of the saints, just the incomplete afterglow of the chapter of fate is about to exceed his limit!

He shook and controlled the invisible river that had shrunk to the extreme, reducing the speed of consciousness evaporation, and felt a dimness in front of his eyes. Soon, in the river between existence and non-existence, a line of soft moonlight lit up...

"Since it is a piece of music, it can be "interpreted", right?"

In an instant, he controlled the moonlight to merge into the brilliance of the scorching sun, and began to interpret the music theory in the chapter of fate with all his strength. Soon, two lines of nosebleed flowed from his nostrils, and the strong consumption made him feel like he was overdrawn.

He didn't care about anything else, he took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and drank it, trying to maintain the connection between himself and the body of the saint.

His research on the school of mind imagery was not as profound as that of the forbidden one. If he wanted to interpret the music in other people's consciousness, the difficulty would directly rise by several levels. He could only go all out, and he didn't even have time to pay attention to things outside of his body.

Although he didn't notice Ye Qingxuan's threat to him, the body of the saint could obviously feel the connection between them. This action involving the integrity of its own music theory structure was obviously set as a warning. Soon, its head locked onto Ye Qingxuan again, and hot lightning burst out from its eyes. In an instant, it rushed towards him.

At the last moment, a white lion jumped out from Ye Qingxuan's side, swallowing lightning, and its iron-like body was burned red and almost melted.

Behind the Iron White Lion, Barro wiped his cold sweat and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "You are in a daze in such a place? You are going to die!"

"Don't worry about it, help me block it!"

Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his nose, just gritted his teeth, held the Nine Heavens Ring tightly, and devoted all his efforts to interpreting the Chapter of Fate.

"——It will be done immediately!"

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Immediately?

No one knows how long it is immediately. In the changes of thinking and consciousness, the "moment" has become so long.

Ye Qingxuan transformed his consciousness into moonlight, integrated into the spirituality of the music, and tried his best to interpret its structure, but when he realized what kind of behemoth it was, he felt his own insignificance.

Although I don't know what the original name of this pastoral chapter of fate is, there is no doubt that it involves at least the music theory of the four schools of change, chant, summoning, and prohibition.

The music theory interwoven with countless notes has transformed into a behemoth like the scorching sun.

Although it has gradually dimmed and incomplete with the passage of time, it is still beyond the scope of Ye Qingxuan's ability to solve. Just observing it has exhausted all his strength.

Compared with the huge music theory system in the Chapter of Fate, the current Ye Qingxuan is not even a speck of dust, let alone using a little force to counter a lot of force.

In the dark space of consciousness, the spirituality of the music is like a sun hanging high, illuminating endless light, just like the glory and greatness of Romulus.

With the changes in the scepter realm, the scorching sun is running, transforming into layers of flames, and the music theory is intertwined and rubbed, bursting out a magnificent music. Although it cannot operate at full power due to its incompleteness, it still firmly suppresses the counterattack of the musicians and maintains the integrity of the realm.

Wait...

In an instant, an absurd idea flashed through Ye Qingxuan's mind, and soon he made up his mind, and his five fingers slowly closed as if holding an invisible object.

Collapse!

A low and faint bell sound spread out, and the long and long bell sound was hidden in the chaos and was fleeting.

And in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the moonlight was blazing!

——Xiaoyuan, open!

It was like breaking free from the shackles of the body in an instant and gaining unparalleled freedom. Ye Qingxuan felt that he was unprecedentedly close and intimate with the ether, and his power was also skyrocketing endlessly.

He experienced the power of the resonance level in the red zone for the first time, but he didn't expect that it could skyrocket to this extent... In it, Xiaoyuan also played a role in fueling the flames.

The higher the density of the ether, the stronger its own power and the increase it can provide.

Although it was only a short fifteen minutes, it was enough.

In the consciousness space, Ye Qingxuan smiled, transformed into moonlight, and rushed into the scorching sun like a moth to a flame!