This pillar of light planted by Fan Ning has been stretched to the same height as the sky and the earth, and its area also has a vague tendency to spread outward.
But in reality, the spread is better than nothing.
And in just tens of seconds, the originally pure pink "barrier" gradually began to flow like a colorful soap film on it, making people dizzy and vomiting just by looking at it.
"Haha, Fan Ning, I admit that I have once again gained a lot of knowledge." Mr. F's voice was filled with sincere regret, "But you don't want to talk to Pioneer with such an empty 'shell of remembrance'
, come and change the Kingdom of Heaven? It’s really a pity, such a high-quality historical projection is really a pity.”
"Qiong, come in and stand inside." Fan Ning ignored him. After coughing a few times, he wiped his mouth and held on to a boulder to regain his balance.
Several books containing the music scores of "Symphony No. 4 in G Major" were thrown up one after another.
Tsk la——————
Their pages were torn to pieces by the blizzard in an instant, and then they flew around the beam of light like a huge cyclone!
"You still absorb musical instruments and try to be promoted normally. As long as you stay in the historical projection area, I am more than 90% sure that you will be protected from 'worm' contamination during the promotion process. But in exchange, you need to transfer most of what you get after promotion
The power of divinity and secret history is stripped away, and the 'star track' opens the sealed objects outside the lighthouse."
"I'll go to the lighthouse and you stay in the projection. As long as you don't go out, the rotten secret history's cacai will not assimilate you. I will find a way to come back after I upgrade."
"Are you crazy?" Joan stared at the increasingly colorful barrier and couldn't help but interrupt Fan Ning, "You haven't seen that after this small historical projection landed, it itself was
Is it starting to rot? If you estimate correctly, it will be assimilated by indiscriminately within ten minutes."
Hee hee hee hee
Slippery purple snakes once again bloomed from various parts of her body, and wine-red mucus dripped from Nobuko's mouth. The umbilical cords of those musical instruments near the flute seemed to have found attractive nutrients, changed their shuttle trajectory, and plunged into her feet.
The ground nearby was desperately sucking up the mucus.
And she was still urging Fan Ning coldly to continue climbing: "Use your limited energy to keep up with me. It's already hard enough for me to resist the erosion of true knowledge. If there is another accident during the climb,
I can no longer spare the energy to take care of you."
In fact, in this abnormal area where invisible power is almost ineffective, Fan Ning would have a more difficult time climbing this mountain than a professional mountaineer.
"No, come in and don't go any further. You can't and there's no need."
Fan Ning did not look at Qiong, but slowly circled around the light column, and stretched out his fingers to trace the light and silhouette on the surface of the barrier, recalling as if talking to himself:
"The six movements of "Summer Noon Dream" are complete and incomplete."
"In the process of the 'Meat Sacrifice', at the time point before the collapse of the Southern Dream, its mystical significance is complete and can carry the characteristics of the symbol of remembrance."
"But the true structure of the Pagoda is seven doors. At that time, I did not include the 'Dome Door' at the top of the discussion. The music stayed at the moment of 'Love Tell Me' and is now sown in the Aberration Zone,'
The mystical significance of the "big historical projection" is incomplete."
"Are you planning to use the Fourth Symphony to lead to a special finale?"
When Qiong heard this, she suddenly seemed to understand something.
"One is its fourth movement, but it can also be regarded as the special finale of the 'Seventh Movement' of the Third Symphony? Do you mean, so that it can gain a foothold in the abnormal zone?"
"Very smart, my first lady." Fan Ning unbuttoned the first two buttons of her cotton coat.
He made the same move as the "replicas" climbing below: he took out a pair of sleigh bells!
In the short time interval before his movements, the sounds of the Third Symphony experienced an illusion similar to "fast forward" - "Poetry of Awakening", "Flowers of the Field Tell Me", "Forest"
"Animals told me", "Humans tell me", "Angels tell me", "Love tells me". The important motives and fragments of each movement passed by like a marquee, and the last sound was the fourth timpani at the end of the slow movement.
knocking sound
"You're using it wrong!"
"It symbolizes leaving the world and meeting the pioneer. There is no such heretical way of paying tribute. I must correct your behavior!!"
It was at this moment that the music of "Black Mass" entered the most frantic and terrifying middle section, and Mr. F's voice on the other side suddenly became violent, and a snow ring rang loudly and shook wildly.
Fan Ning even felt a foreign object beginning to hit his throat, and almost fell to his knees and retched.
But he quickly laughed twice, still leaning on the stone to support his body, and then raised the snow bell to his chest:
"Stop shaking it once you've shaken it enough. It's really unpleasant. It's such an interesting waste of percussion music. Let me show you the correct usage."
"Let me think about it." He slowly closed his eyes, "About everything after coming to Janus, about Mr. Scheler's biography, and everything about Father Lavoisier."
Cha-cha-cha-cha-
The sound of snow bells created by Fan Ning is fine, cold, and silvery, like a wooden sled crushing the brittle ice and snow.
At the same time, in the beam of light projected by history, from beneath the surface of the deep cracks in the earth, came the repeated semitone decorative sounds of the wood pipe texture, as well as the third-dimensional embellishment with an inexplicable coldness and ethereal spirit.
The curtain in B minor of the "Fourth Symphony" was finally slowly opened!