Ascension

"Jue Xian?"

The soul's voice that suppressed joy and excitement appeared in his mind.

Ye Hanjun was a little surprised, but after careful identification, he was shocked.

Juexian has been silent for a long time. Since the Bell of the Era, it has locked itself in the contract space, without eating, moving, or communicating. It concentrates on creating music without being disturbed by the outside world.

Although Ye Hanjun was vaguely aware of it this time, it seemed to be showing signs of waking up.

But it's just a sign. God knows how long it will take until the moment of exiting the border.

"You succeeded? Congratulations!"

Lord Yehan's eyes were bright, and he was suddenly full of energy.

"Another proud piece, comparable to "General's Resentment". "

"My little human friend, you are one of my few confidants. If the music resonates with your ears, listen to it with your heart."

"Shh!"

The contract mark lights up, and Gu Qin's true form emerges.

It seems to be a little wider and the body is darker.

The six dark green lightning totems attached to the surface seemed to have vitality and were breathing slowly.

On it, seven strings are as white as snow, like washed dragon tendons.

The strong toughness and noble texture from the inside to the outside are so pleasing to the viewer that they are reluctant to move their eyes for a long time.

"Well, there are other listeners, quite a few..."

"My little human friend, blend in with me, listen to my heart, and I will teach you new songs."

"Okay!" Ye Hanjun nodded.

He suppressed a look of shock in the depths of his pupils, and at the same time as he released Ejifla's dominance, the evil charm faded from his cheeks, and he was dressed in burgundy devil makeup, as well as devil wings and heart-shaped ones on his back. The tail has all disappeared.

"The inheritor of the Holy Beast of War and the Holy Demon King, the performer who controls the thunder, and the seeker who pursues music all his life - the devil's legacy, Jue Xian, blends into my body and merges with me!"

The simple and obscure prayer words echoed deep in the soul.

The blood of the Succubus Queen had just faded away, and another completely different kind of demon blood was injected into Lord Yehan's flesh and soul.

He transformed again, starting from his hair, which became golden inch by inch.

Then came the forehead, eye sockets, nose, mouth, chin, neck... From top to bottom, in the blink of an eye, Lord Ye Han transformed into a golden demon in human form.

The most eye-catching part is still the fingers. The ten fingers were originally as green as jade, but now they are as yellow as gold. They dance with the heart and seem to be lighter and more beautiful than butterflies.

"Qiang!"

Ye Hanjun plucked a string and did a simple sound test.

It was this feeling again. When merging with Ejifla, he didn't want to get hurt and was very concerned about the safety of his body.

When he was fused with silence, he longed for pain and fighting. Even if thousands of troops rolled around in a circle, he would not be afraid of death and would not hesitate.

Only when he merged with Juexian, his mind felt empty.

But this is not emptiness, nor loneliness, but a kind of silence that feels cold at high places.

In this state, he only has music in his heart, and only the piano under his fingers. Even if the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart, and he is in danger, it has nothing to do with him.

“Qua~~”

Guagua, who raised his head, blinked, with anticipation on his face.

Grandpa Jue is finally awake. His consciousness has been confused for so long, so he must have gained a lot!

Thinking of the irreplaceable importance of an artist's first performance, Xiao Guagua looked around, looking for a suitable bench.

Finally, it jumped onto the shoulders of Little Black Hat, swaying its pair of snow-white flippers, and was ready to listen to the music carefully.

"Roar……"

"Hiss..."

Requiem Mountain, the top of the mountain.

The Abyss of Destruction still covers a large area, with mist rising inside, and the sounds of fierce fighting can still be heard amid the flow of blood.

But other than that, the sky and the earth were dyed with red mist.

The Nightmare Falcon was flying through the sky, trying to suppress the entire mountain top by itself.

Except for Ye Mochou, whose condition is unknown, all other humans have been dragged into a nightmare, with life and death uncertain and many crises.

And their contracted spirits are standing by at this moment.

The wise ones are frightened and anxious.

He bared his teeth without any intelligence, and once wanted to run away.

But looking at the red mist that filled the sky, they didn't know where to pounce, and were forced to freeze in place, trapped in a dilemma.

"Asshole, this guy doesn't regard us as his companions!"

"When it finishes cooking these humans, it will definitely kill us!!"

In the corner of the red mist, although the little monkey was not trapped in a nightmare, he covered his mouth and did not want to inhale the strange mist.

“￥#*&@!”

The scorpion demon man kept a long distance away from it. Because he sensed the danger everywhere, he rarely restrained his ferocity, and instead restored his physical strength, working hard to save a fatal blow.

"Whizzing--"

The nightmare falcon shuttled through the sea of ​​mist, with a murderous luster shining in its cold eyes.

It is killing the undead wantonly.

As a feathered beast that controls dreams, its main energy naturally comes from the power of the soul.

Although the quality of these undead souls varies, they can number in the tens of thousands. After being robbed by force, their souls have always been maintained at the peak level, with almost no energy loss.

As time goes by, the longer the prey is trapped in the nightmare, the less likely it is to break free.

Once they absorb the souls of the more precious human elites, they might be able to ascend to the realm of the Infinite Fetus in no time.

At that time, these contracted creatures who have lost their masters will only be hunted by it if they suffer backlash.

The Nightmare Falcon has a high IQ - his insidious and meticulous plan is clear.

In order to ensure the ultimate success rate, it even blocked the periphery of the Destruction Abyss at all costs.

As long as another false scene is created with colorful dreams, the perceptions of the creatures participating in the battle will be temporarily deceived, and the time gained invisibly will inevitably tilt the balance of victory further towards it.

"laugh!!"

The Nightmare Falcon suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and a bloody light emerged from his murderous eyes.

Backlash? How could there be a backlash? Who broke free from the dream? !
Following the spiritual guidance, the Nightmare Falcon's gaze passed through the phantom fog and quickly locked onto a human-shaped golden luminous object.

Without any hesitation, it swooped down, opened its mouth, and shot out an arrow of fantasy.

"Boom!" The giant shield golem raised its shield to block.

But the purple air-piercing arrow was not real, and it penetrated its chest immediately. After being slightly hindered, it continued to sprint downwards.

"Yin——"

The Nine Dragons Environmental Guards, the nine-headed wind dragons covered in pale dragon scales, concentrated a little and all of them self-destructed.

The Dream Arrow was still not destroyed, but its accuracy was seriously deviated, and it flew out diagonally, almost grazing Little Monkey's scalp, and perished in mid-air.

"What did the young master say? This guy has no good intentions!"

"Big man, I can't understand your ethnic language. You're so arrogant that I can't speak clearly."

"But if you have any brains, you can't calm down now, right? You attack, I'll sneak attack, we knock it down, find a way to jump off the cliff, and escape from this land of right and wrong!"

“￥*&#!”

The scorpion demon man didn't know what he said. He suddenly broke the scissors and looked at death with an extremely high-spirited attitude.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

The little monkey master was overjoyed, and turned his arms to search for the body of the Nightmare Falcon:

"Young Master, I will risk my life too!"

"If we don't fight hard, we really have to explain here!"

"Qiang!"

From the depths of the red mist sea, a crisp piano sound came out.

The nearest mist swayed, like a candle blown by the wind, and the swaying fire was eye-catching.

"Ding dong—buzz—buzz—"

"Gonggong——Linlin——Qingqiong——"

Another series of piano sounds sounded. At first glance, it sounded chaotic and disorderly, and it was very noisy and unpleasant.

But with just a few adjustments in an instant, the sound of the piano changed.

When it's fast, it's like raindrops beating rapidly; when it's slow, it's like an old man staggering.

The high-pitched place is like standing above the stars, and the low-pitched place is like being in an empty valley.

The Nightmare Falcon's swooping posture suddenly paused, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the red mist that was covering the sky suddenly became violent, as violent as an ocean. All the balance was broken. In the abyss of destruction, Ye Mochou suddenly stepped on the blood and walked out step by step.

His body was lingering with the extremely fragrant smell of wine, but his eyes were empty. When he stepped on the earth, he seemed to be standing above all living beings, and he was born with supreme honor.

Behind him, he could vaguely see the mad white bird demon, medicine demon, and fission snake demon, dancing wildly with the wine barrel-shaped wine demon, fighting endlessly.

"Controlling dreams...the fourth holy bloodline..."

Ye Mochou looked down at the whole place and took in all the sleepy tribesmen. He snorted inexplicably, and a wisp of frost appeared on his rigid face.

But he still didn't take action. He locked on the source of the piano sound from a distance and remained silent, looking away without saying a word.

After a while, the sound of the piano changed again.

Once a certain chilling aura that oppressed the soul rose, the red mist quickly calmed down again.

It felt like there were dragons just doing evil in the world, causing huge waves.

Suddenly, a hand fell from the sky and strangled the dragon's neck, making it difficult to breathe. Even after struggling in every possible way, it could not escape.

"This song... was composed when I was in my prime."

"When I was young, I didn't know how vast the sky was. I only thought that the sun was day, the moon was night, mountains and seas were boundless, and rivers were boundless. This was the scene of prosperity in the world."

"It turns out that the sky can also be angry and the earth can cry."

"Mountains will collapse and seas will dry up."

"Those who follow God's will will be blessed by God."

"Those who act against heaven will be punished by heaven and beheaded and executed."

"Who says that the country is immortal, who says that time is ruthless? Don't you see the red lotus coming up from the sky in anger, the sun and the moon rushing like a shuttle to attack the heretics, don't you see the blue waves rising and the thunder rising, the morning is still standing, the evening is dead, no bones are left to comfort the sky... "

"Listen...the wrath of heaven."

The obscure demonic language, mixed with human language and mental fluctuations, radiated in all directions like a plague.

When the sound fell, the golden demon that Lord Ye Han transformed into completely forgot himself and was completely immersed in the spiritual world.

But his fingers moved, and the silver strings were plucked.

Pressing strings, sliding strings, pausing strings, picking twists... dozens or hundreds of playing skills seem to be imprinted in the flesh and blood, changing at will.

"Rumble--"

Dark green lightning split the sky horizontally, and on the top of the mountain, the red mist filled the sky and defeated the army like a mountain.

This time, there were no dark clouds and no bloody light.

For a moment, the wind was gentle, the autumn air was crisp, and the sky was exceptionally clear.

But the next second, the emerald green vortex condensed into shape, and an abyssal muzzle with a diameter of more than 500 meters appeared in the sky.

Ye Mochou was in a daze for a moment, with a hint of disbelief.

Why is this form... this appearance... so similar to the killing artillery?
The biggest difference is that one represents the crimson fear, which has the power to burn everything.

Another emerald green arc splitting the void, tumbling and swimming like a giant dragon. It is hard to imagine how shocking it would be when the thunder explodes.

"This piano demon...has a glimpse of the secrets of heaven, and actually imprints the traces of the sky to forge his own musical score?!"

In that flash of lightning, Ye Mochou's thoughts became clear, and he fell into a deeper absurdity.

Is this really possible? Using the Bell of Era as the background board, imitating and simulating, in just a few short years, can we draw nutrients from it and radiate new vitality?

Do the Tianqin Thunder Demon Clan have such a powerful understanding?
Ye Mochou couldn't believe it, but with the facts in front of him, it was difficult for him to question it.

"Boom!!!"

The muzzle squirmed, and after slowly taking shape, the top of the mountain fell into absolute silence.

The souls who were still running wildly were almost pushed to the ground and indirectly lost their ability to float.

Some souls were fragile, or those whose origins had been damaged would collapse with a pop.

The pure soul energy that spilled out after being broken would normally attract other dead souls to snatch for food, but now it remained motionless, allowing the spiritual matter to flow away in vain.

"laugh!!"

The only one who can still fly is the Nightmare Falcon.

It was forced to lower its height to slow down the aura of destruction falling from the sky.

But it was not willing to give in, and was still thinking about countermeasures in its cold pupils.

"boom!!!"

Amidst the chilling sound of the piano, a green-gold spherical lightning struck vertically down to the world.

It was in a state of high-speed rotation, and the red mist encountered along the way had no chance of blocking it, and it was shattered in an instant.

"This kid... wants to kill everyone?"

The corners of Ye Mochou's eyes twitched again and again, and she endured the urge to take action more than once.

The Qin Demon's level has definitely not reached the perfection of heaven and earth, but this skill is not trivial. The destructive momentum it exudes requires even him to be on guard and not dare to be careless in the slightest.

It is conceivable that for the tribesmen who are in a nightmare state, there is 10,000% no possibility of what will happen next.

“&￥#*****!!!”

The scorpion demon went crazy and slammed out the scissors, and a large group of blood bombs exploded above his head.

The little monkey, whose face was so gloomy that he was bleeding, just said he was going to fight for his life, but when things came to a close, he suddenly shrank into a rubber ball the size of a human fist and burrowed into the cracks in the ground.

"His grandma's, what a perverted thing!"

"Young Master, I am quite knowledgeable. How come there are such evil monsters among humans who can control the laws of thunder and lightning!"

The little monkey master ran away as soon as he said it, but before he finished speaking, there was no sound in his ears.

It glanced up with hidden fear, and saw a bright green sky, and a ball of lightning that covered the sky exploded while it was galloping before it hit the ground.

In an instant, the little monkey's eyes were completely filled with green.

Strong explosions echoed continuously, the splashing plasma seemed to assimilate everything, and the jumping arcs were like fireworks that destroyed the world. The top of Requiem Mountain was split into countless cracks, and the entire mountaintop was shattered and disintegrated. trend.

"laugh!!"

Nightmare Falcon yelled and suddenly escaped from Ye Yunruo's body.

It tries to get into the dream of its prey to get rid of the disaster facing its body.

But the ball lightning locked onto it, and the sea of ​​thunder poured down like a waterfall, bypassing Ye Yunruo's flesh and blood body, forcing it out.

"puff!"

The Nightmare Falcon vomited blood, its petal-shaped red pupils were crazily filled with an aura of extinction called withering.

The three-color feathers composed of red, white and black fell off piece by piece and turned into bald spots in the blink of an eye.

It was pressed hard to the ground, as if there were chains weighing ten thousand tons on its body, and its qualification to fly in the sky was deprived of it.

But it did not die, nor did it stop struggling. It screamed again and again, sucking in the pure soul energy after tens of thousands of dead souls were annihilated, turning its soul into madness, and fighting back desperately.

"The fourth Holy Relic, the descendant of Terror Wings, "Nightmare Falcon"? "

"It's so dangerous. My hands and feet are tied in the dream, and a guillotine is about to fall above my head. If it's a step later, I may not be able to hold on..."

Ye Yaya and Ye Xun spoke one after another, and Ye Yunruo, who woke up leisurely, touched the plasma belonging to the Nightmare Falcon on her chest, feeling lost in thought.

"Did Lord Yehan save us?"

Ye Aobai, whose legs were paralyzed by the splashing arc, tried his best to hold up his upper body, his uncertain eyes flickering several times.

"Good boy, his piano demon has become stronger again?"

"What kind of skill is it? With one blow, even the holy blood that has just absorbed the pure holy blood will be severely damaged?"

Ye Aobai was confused and confused.

The tribesmen who woke up one after another looked up at their heads. There was no skylight, no fog. The sea of ​​thunder was entangled like a roaring tiger lying in the sky. The whole world was completely under its suppression and rule. .

"It's so terrifying. This world-destroying aura seems to have the charm of a killing artillery..."

"You see, the Destruction Abyss cannot easily swallow the spilled arc. It requires a grinding process to crush the energy inside."

"In other words, the quality of these thunder and lightning is extremely high, far superior to us..."

The terrified tribesmen were out of their dreams, still in fear.

Ye Mo looked deeply at the golden demon who was still playing the guqin, with a tense face, and whispered to himself:

"I'm afraid this is not an ultimate skill."

"Only by mastering unparalleled skills can we transcend the restrictions of rank and compete with the power of S-class in another dimension..."

Everyone's eyes were turned towards Ye Mochou, who was walking slowly.

"Although I am also surprised, Ye Mo is right."

Ye Mochou held an electric arc in her palm, and the electric arc jumped around, trying to escape.

He lowered his head and stared for a while, then looked up at the sky. There was no emotion in his eyes:
"The higher the rank, the harder it is to master and retain the skills that are qualified to break the shackles."

"This Tianqin thunder demon sealed in the devil's cave...may have the qualifications to be a saint, and its potential is beyond imagination."

(End of this chapter)