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"What are the consequences?"

With regards to Suo Tu, Thunder was also very interested, especially the Wheel of Order in his hands.

Towards someone like Suo Tu, apart from admiring him, Thunder was also admiring him. Although Suo Tu could only be so ridiculously powerful by relying on Wheel of Order, this was still a part of his strength. Thunder would not be jealous that he did not have a divine instrument as powerful as Wheel of Order. He would say anything to Suo Tu because that was only the complaint of the weak. What Thunder wanted to do was to defeat Suo Tu to the best of his abilities.

Bo Moduo didn't pretend to be mysterious or deep, and frankly replied: "Suo Tu is indeed a rare opponent, the firmness of his will is something I have never seen before. If the current world were to pick out the ones with the highest possibility of advancing into the next realm, he would definitely be one of them. "

"Indeed."

Thunder nodded seriously.

Bo Moduo finally saw the lightning in front of him, but his eyes still did not focus on the lightning in front of him. It was as if he was recalling a memory, and said: "In the past, his words could be said to be the servants of the Church of Light, and he helped them clean up countless so-called evils, causing me to be at a loss. I can no longer sense the music spirits calling me, but after meeting you, I have started to experience a new world, a new sky. After calming down, I freed myself from the restraints of the Church and the shackles of faith. I began to examine my past and judge my past. When my heart was summoned by the Music Elf once again, I realised that everything I had was just a joke and nothing more than an illusion created by the Holy See. "

At the end of his speech, Bo Moduo finally faced Thunder with his whole body and mind. He looked at Thunder with his focused and intelligent eyes and said seriously: "There is a battle between us, a life and death battle that determines our future, whether we surpass the rules or not. Only one of us is alive to break out of the confines of this space and continue our journey to the mainland. "But I really don't want to kill you, because I feel that without you, I won't be able to find someone in this world who can play soul music like you."

"It's a pity that none of us have a choice."

Thunder's smile revealed an uncontrollable bitterness. It was as if he was very unwilling and unwilling to accept this sort of showdown, but he had no choice but to face it.

Bo Moduo was a man who kept his word, and there was no cold energy that could even be condensed in primordial spirit. The strangest thing was that this cold energy was actually directed at a person named Lei, and nothing in his body was affected by this cold energy.

To use one's strength to such an extent could indeed be described as inhuman.

The lightning had come into contact with a lot of cold energy, such as the Jade Snow Heaven in the Engraving Heaven Treasure Mirror, the Frost Sword Saint's Frostbite Battle Qi, the ice element in the elemental magic, and other extreme types of ice attribute energy. However, they had never seen cold energy of such a cold realm, even the powerful Thunder felt as if their souls were being frozen.

The fear and pain that came from his soul was deeply stimulated by the thunder. It actually made him feel a sense of cowardice. However, the moment this thought appeared, it was immediately erased by the thunder. Even so, it was enough to tell how terrifying Bo Moduo's cold energy was.

Thunder asked, "Isn't your power the power of music?"

Bo Moduo answered: "Wrong, this is also music, an ice-cold music filled with sorrow and despair."

Thunder asked again, "But you didn't play?"

Bo Moduo laughed and replied, "There's no need. There's no fixed form to the power of music. "For example, the Scorching Flame …"

As they spoke, brilliant elemental fire appeared one after another around Bo Moduo. The elemental fire seemed to have a mind of its own as it danced around Bo Moduo as though it was singing.

Thunder sighed, "Using the power of the soul to vibrate the air to let the elements arrange themselves and produce the effects of magic. This kind of power is simply a silent magic, and it's even stronger."

Bo Moduo smiled: "This idea was inspired by the Wheel of Order. However, against enemies at your level, it's not very useful, and it might even be overlooked by you. "

Thunder sighed again, "A so-called genius is someone like you."

What could Thunder do but sigh to a man who sees something that can be enlightened and applied to his own power system?

Bo Moduo said, "Alright, let's begin. If this goes on, I'm really afraid that you will face the existence of Domain level. "

Thunder knew that this matter was unavoidable. His eyes changed and the aura around him exploded outwards, forming a surging storm on the ground as he unreservedly swept towards Bo Moduo. It was the same for the lightning storm. It did not cause any other living beings to fear and it only targeted Bo Moduo alone.

The expression in Bo Moduo's eyes changed, a heat that was scorching hot that almost made people want to roast them immediately burst forth. It was the same as the cold energy from before, it was only aimed at the lightning, it did not affect the innocent.

This kind of heat was even more terrifying than the Engraving Heaven Treasure Mirror's scrofula root s and elemental fire etc. It was absolutely comparable to the dark black flames produced by Saint-level Lich's Xiu Sai, causing the lightning to give rise to a terrifying feeling as if they were placed in the Old Lord Taishang's purple gold Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Any random soul music could release a dark flame that could compare to the Saint-level Lich's. It could be seen how unimaginably powerful Bo Moduo's power was.

For a time, silence reigned.

There was no movement in the air, it was like a dead zone, but who would have known that in a life and death battle between and Lei Lei, only a single negligence or omission would cause the whole battle to fall below, and then there would be only death.

galaxies of chaos.

The first strike of the thunderbolt consumed two times the combined strength of his inner strength.

All the scenery turned into an endless universe of stars. The stars beneath the feet of the lightning were precisely the vast and endless galaxies of stars, while under Bo Moduo's feet were numerous suns that were about to emit a high temperature.

"Your power is still so magical."

Bo Moduo's calm eyes finally revealed an excited light that was hard to suppress, as if he was once again looking back at the brilliance of that day with lightning.

A tornado rose up from the ground.

It was as if Bo Moduo had calmed down for too long, and also as if he had found a chance to break through, Bo Moduo's aura finally had a qualitative change. If the previous Bo Moduo was so calm that he looked like a living dead person, then the current Bo Moduo was just the second Suo Tu, the second Lord Aegean Suo Lun.

The balance of victory that was originally inclined to thunder suddenly changed, falling towards Bo Moduo.

The battle between the two had reached its climax. The danger involved was also several times more dangerous. There was really no room for carelessness.

"Alright, since I am unable to suppress you in terms of momentum, let's compare notes on our achievements in music. It will be the same as last time."

Bo Moduo seemed to be indifferent to the pressuring of the Thunder, and the pressure that the Thunder was giving him was not too much of a problem either.

"That's great!"

Thunder was indeed not in the mood to engage in a close combat with Bo Moduo.

With such an artist, ending this senseless struggle in his favorite way was the most appropriate, the most appropriate way for him to be in a good mood. Lei didn't want to go against this respectable bosom friend of his who was hostile to him because of his position, so he smiled and nodded.

Bo Moduo returned to the first piano that truly belonged to this world, and said: "Last time, you played a music that shook the heart, and now it's my turn."

With that said, Bo Moduo started to play.

When the music began, Thunder understood the meaning behind it. Several incomparably heavy notes seemed to be recounting the suffering of the poor living under the conditions of hard labour and heavy taxes. The extremely oppressive feeling gave people an impulse to collapse and self-destruct. However, along with a light and lively melody, the oppressive atmosphere temporarily eased a little, as if the story of a hot-blooded uprising of the poor was being told. Amidst the suffering, there was also a bit of passion and hope. Finally, after going through countless ups and downs, the music had reached an unprecedented level. The power represented by the music had become more and more vast. There was even a surging spirit that represented humanity, justice, and hope, which gave people a strong impression and emotion.

Thunder applauded hard.

Thunder sensed that this was no longer a piece of music, but an epic, an epic drama that depicted a tragic period of the people's experience.

Bo Moduo did not ask how the situation was, because he had already received the answer from Thunder's performance.

Bo Moduo left the piano.

Thunder sat on it and took a deep breath. His eyes seemed to contain something, but at this moment, he had the attitude of a pianist. However, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the aura of thunder. It was a kind of joy, as if one was bathing in the moonlight.

Start.

It was unknown if it was because of the sigh of the lightning or because of the power produced by the music, but the helpless and sorrowful feeling instantly spread out and seeped into Bo Moduo's heart. Bo Moduo deeply felt a kind of power that was full of hope, but was masked. It was just like the moonlight that was hidden by the dark clouds, which made people feel regret and sorrow.

When sorrow and sorrow were gone, the music became gentle and warm, like a sweet dream that was reminiscing of the past and a blueprint for the future. It was as if the music was soothing the traumatized heart, causing people to feel calm on a moonlit night, and Bo Moduo who was completely immersed in it felt the same way.

Sure enough, the climax of the music began. This was like a sleeping dragon suddenly raising its head, and also like a torrential flood pouring down from a cliff. The excited notes were like a tempest, fusing into anger, complaint, and resistance. Bo Moduo watched as Thunder's hands swiftly sprinted across the black and white keys. His expression was insolent, and emitted a kind of terrifying energy that was unsatisfied and deranged. He also carried a strong and firm conviction that was as turbulent as the ocean, and was unable to stop.

"This is true music, this is the true power of music!"

Feeling the exciting melody, Bo Moduo was filled with hope and yearning towards his belief. In his world, the extreme light faded and the world began to become rich and wonderful. This was an all-round sublimation. At this time, Bo Moduo seemed to have seen an unprecedented future, and also saw a world that resembled a heaven.

"Thank you!"

Bo Moduo respectfully bowed to Thunder.

Thunder did not reply, because he had not yet withdrawn from the silence and sublimation.

Bo Moduo didn't fuss about it in the slightest. His expression was still as satisfied as before, and he didn't wait for a thunderbolt to respond as he turned around and walked toward the brilliant space in the sky. This was a pure and brilliant world of light, a confined space completely sealed by the power of light.

But right now, Bo Moduo "walked" up, without any hesitation, as if he was stepping on a flight of stairs.

"I hope we still have a chance to play together."

Thunder called out, using the power of the soul to call out.

At this moment, Thunder knew that Bo Moduo was sacrificing his origin energy to break this terrifying spatial prison for himself. This was Bo Moduo's answer to himself, the last thing he needed to do to the Church.

"Maybe."

Bo Moduo's voice was somewhat hollow, and finally dissipated in the brilliant light.

Following Bo Moduo's disappearance, a spatial crack appeared.