The Old Gods Are Whispering

The sky above the Central Spiritual Shuyuan has been shrouded in terrifying shadows. The tumbling dark clouds seem to be pregnant with a nest of disasters. The fierce electric light tears the darkness like a blade. Time and space are broken and collapsed inch by inch. The afterimage of him was accompanied by his piercing dragon chant.

   Not only that, the turbulent flow of violent elements gathered like a storm, trying to swallow the blood-red ancient dragon.

   This is a holy battle.

  The candle dragon and the nine-headed bird fell towards the sea in the collision and fighting, splashing huge waves on the sea surface, and passing through the center of the city at a speed that the naked eye could barely catch, skyscrapers collapsed.

  The turbulent dust storm flooded the fragmented streets like a sea tide.

   "It's terrible."

  Liu Li sat in a wheelchair, weakly looking at the doomsday city.

   Of course, this is not the traditional performing arts of the Taihua lineage, because the number five of the shadow department is indeed in poor health, but he has to sit in a wheelchair whenever he goes out, and he is still infused with fluid on the back of his hand.

   "He's making history."

  Su Youxia said softly: "In history, no one has come into contact with that secret person. So far, no one has survived. Even if he is as strong as the president, he will be counted to death in the end. I don't know...whether he will repeat the same mistakes."

  Jiang Ziye glanced at this woman, she seemed expressionless and calm, but in fact she almost broke the handle of the wheelchair, shook her head and said, "Why, you are also thinking about number zero?"

  Su Youxia glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my sister."

   After all, Youzhu likes that big boy so much, if something goes wrong, it may end in two deaths.

Jiang Ziye looked at the sky, shook his head and said: "So this is the gap between the ancient gods and humans. The primitive regression they performed is so huge. From ancient times to the present, only people who were cultivated in the orderly lineage can be compared with it." .But if it goes on like this, No. 0 will definitely lose.”

   This is a problem that anyone with a discerning eye can see.

  Unless Candle Dragon can kill Nine-Headed Bird in an instant, he will undoubtedly lose if he continues to consume it.

   This is the difference in rank.

  Perhaps Gu Jianlin can temporarily gain the upper hand by relying on his supreme personality and the mysteries of the third law.

   But it's not a long-term solution, there will always be moments when he can't hold on.

   "So you must be promoted to Sanctuary."

After thinking for a while, Liuli said calmly: "According to my understanding of order, if Platinum and Rhine cannot get out, then Gold and Silver will inevitably be restrained by Qing and Chi. The members of Twilight will hold back the Sequence of Gods. As for the saints of the Tribunal, including ministerial-level combat power, they can only rely on Miss Thunder."

  Without any electronic equipment, she constructed a map of the magic city in her mind.

  The fleet of the dawn combat sequence will arrive at the port in about 20 minutes.

"Time is very tight, and the preparation of the alchemy matrix for promotion to the sanctuary level is very cumbersome, at least for now, we don't have that ability. We must get the help of a family, and I also want to hack into the deep space computer. Moreover, promotion to the sanctuary requires a special magical power land, and this is the real world, theoretically the ceremony cannot be established."

   Liuli looked up at the devastated city, and said softly, "This is impossible."

  Jiang Ziye and Su Youxia were both stunned. If it was impossible, wouldn't number zero be sure to die.

   "But that's for humans."

   Liuli suddenly said, "Gu Jianlin is not human."

  That's right, how could Gu Jianlin be a human being?

  So far, no one knows whether Gu Jianlin evolved from the ancient **** side or the human side.

   "That is to say, number zero can be promoted in the way of the ancient gods!"

  Jiang Ziye suddenly realized, and the fox eyes opened: "The reason why that guy left his shadow outside may be a way out for himself. Open up a second battlefield and resolve the gap in rank."

  Su Youxia's eyes flickered, and a piece of history happened to emerge in his mind: "In ancient times, Venerable Qilin once completed a **** sacrifice in the real world, but it was a living sacrifice to judge criminals."

  Liu Li showed no expression on her pale face, and said softly, "Otherwise, why do you think that No. 0 wants to spread the blood of the ancient gods? In his eyes, the world of order is full of criminals."

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"Oh my God."

  Old Master Si was leaning on crutches, and almost fell to his knees on the mountain road, because he felt the power of the gods from the ancient times, and for a servant like him, it was tantamount to the glory of heaven.

   "Old man, don't tell me that's Brother Lin."

  Cheng Youyu was shivering, his teeth were trembling: "How did he become a cracked seat?"

  The old man Si said angrily: "When have you seen the dark red cracked seat, the theater version?"

  No one expected that today would unfold like this. The original plan of lurking and tomb robbery turned into a holy battle. The formidable ancient dragon and the ferocious nine-headed bird fought in Limodu, as if returning to the age of mythology.

  The members of the Tribunal, including those who were temporarily transformed, were trembling and pale.

  There were faint footsteps on the mountain road, staggering.

"who?"

  The old man Si looked back vigilantly, instinctively holding the coins in his sleeve tightly.

  Cheng Yuyu looked back and was stunned: "Grandpa...Grandpa? Fuck, you're bleeding, Grandpa!"

In the dark woods, Professor Cheng staggered out clutching his **** chest. As the old patriarch of the family, he was the eighth-level Fugu a hundred years ago, and his self-healing ability is quite strong. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so weak , but his condition at the moment is extremely bad, and he is on the verge of death.

   "Stinky boy, it's still up to you."

  He snapped: "Shut up!"

  Cheng Yuyu hasn't seen this grandfather for many years, because his talent is not top-notch, and his attainments in alchemy are so-so, so he has never been favored in the family, and not many people care about him.

  However, when I saw Grandpa again, I was still shocked by his aura.

  Old Master Si was in shock, and was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

   "Your master is in a life and death crisis."

Professor Cheng Lao said weakly: "You are his servants, you have to do something. Listen, I don't have much time. I will call my people and prepare the altar immediately. And you, you have to call All the unicorns in the academy, let them further transform more of the same kind at the fastest speed, the more the better."

   After speaking, he took out a blood-stained parchment scroll from his pocket and handed it out.

  Old Master Si was a little hesitant at first, but he was shocked when he saw the contents of the parchment.

  Because of the ancient history recorded in the ancient scrolls, there was a mysterious Qilin City in the pre-Shang period, but this city disappeared strangely overnight, leaving only devastated ruins, ashes and wreckage. After investigation by later generations, it was proved that Qilin City was destroyed by a living sacrifice, an extremely **** sacrifice.

  The people of this city offended a black supreme for some reason, so the divine punishment came.

   This kind of thing was called black magic in ancient Western times.

   In the ancient times of our country, it was called witchcraft!

   Its essence is the sacrifice of the gods!

"be quick."

  Professor Cheng said in a deep voice, "He may not be able to hold on."

  Old Master Si's eyes changed, and he turned and left without hesitation.

  The servants of the Qilin clan followed behind him, running around like ghosts.

   "Grandpa, what is this for?"

  Cheng Youyu turned pale with fright, and asked in a low voice, "Are you... going to die?"

Professor Cheng looked at him with a more gentle look, raised his withered right hand and patted him on the shoulder, sighed and said: "Everyone is mortal, and I am almost there. Take me to the inner courtyard... you can move quickly point."

  Cheng Youyu quickly supported the old man, only to realize that he couldn't even stand firmly.

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  The candles in the monastery were extinguished by the wind and rain, and the sky was cloudy, like the end of the world.

  Ying Changsheng's gown-gold robes fluttered in the strong wind, and he yelled against the heavy rain: "Evacuate! Evacuate all! Be careful not to be involved in the aftermath of the battle, and be sure to pass on the news!"

  He took off the earphones, stepped on them with his foot, and directed the young people in the Zen monastery to evacuate.

  For the young people in the world of order, gold and silver are their beliefs and the strongest symbols.

  Although Platinum is the supreme leader of the current order, everyone knows that he is not a natural disaster.

It's a pity that just ten minutes ago, Gold and Silver, the strongest brothers and sisters in the world of order, were blown away by two guys who came in wheelchairs, and no matter what kind of supreme law they had time to implement, Just like a child being taught a lesson by a teacher, he was beaten back and forth, unable to parry.

  Because the two sides were fighting so fast, the young people didn't even see the specific process clearly.

  However, one thing is certain, that is, gold and silver are at an absolute disadvantage.

   "Sister, what should I do?"

  Mu Zhihao hurriedly walked to the eaves of the temple, pressed **** the screen of the mobile phone, his face was pale: "Brother, he is in the critical stage of the experiment today. If something happens at this time, he won't die, right?"

   This is the youngest son of the Shepherd, codenamed Dark Blue.

  Now he is also a prominent figure in the Central Spiritual Pivot Academy, because he is a survivor who survived in the Shenxu.

   Being able to fight Qilin and survive, of course it is something to be proud of.

   "I don't know how my brother is doing, but obviously something happened."

Mu Shiyu said coldly: "I always have a bad premonition, so let's go to that tomb first. No matter what happens in the world of order, as long as my father and brother are fine, then it will be fine. Don't fiddle with your phone Now, a holy battle broke out in Limodu, and the communication of the whole city has been paralyzed, so we have to use some old methods."

  She took out a pigeon from her satchel, tied a note to its leg, and let it fly.

   "I hope I won't be affected by the aftermath of those two monsters."

  She looked up at the sky, and her pupils reflected the **** gods above the sky.

   "Sister, who are you contacting?"

   Mu Zhihao was taken aback.

   "Tianji."

   Mu Shiyu said blankly: "I don't feel at ease when he's not here, let's go."

  When she and her younger brother were about to leave with the large army, she suddenly saw a person in the corner.

The silent boy was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, as if he didn't realize the disaster brought by the Holy War, even if the two natural disasters were attacked, he couldn't move him, he was expressionless from beginning to end, just Staring at the stone tablet in front of the temple, chanting an ancient Buddhist scripture.

  Xia Zhi stood by his side, like a frightened rabbit.

   Suspicious, very suspicious.

  Although this reaction does not indicate a problem, the intuition makes people feel that something is wrong.

   "Remember this man, Ying Changsu from the Ying family."

   Mu Shiyu ordered, then turned and left: "Go back and find someone to investigate."

"oh oh."

   Mu Zhihao glanced back, and hurriedly followed.

  The young people who had stayed in the Buddhist monastery had almost dispersed, and Ying Changsheng walked over through the rain.

  Xia Zhi got up subconsciously, and said nervously, "What should we do now?"

   "I have something to leave, you stay here to guard him."

  Ying Changsheng glanced at her: "Don't let anyone disturb Gu...my brother."

  Xia Zhi was taken aback for a moment, pointing at herself: "Me? Rely on me, a rookie?"

   A little Karami like her who seems to be playing tricks at first glance, it's not bad if she isn't the first to burp.

  Where else can protect others.

   "Well, because he trusts you."

  Ying Changsheng handed her an umbrella, turned and left: "Don't let him down."

   After speaking, he disappeared into the wind and rain in the temple.

  Electric light pierced the sky, Xia Zhi couldn't help but shuddered, and put up the umbrella to shield the boy beside him from the wind and rain, muttering, "Hey, what are you doing?"

  Gu Jianlin didn't answer her question.

From the beginning to the end, he was staring at the stone tablet in front of him. The golden inscription seemed to have undergone miraculous changes in the night, and when pieced together, it was an ancient Buddhist scripture. Just like the Tathagata. Just like the lotus flower does not touch the water, just like the sun and the moon do not live in the sky. All the evil karma created in the past were all born of beginningless greed, hatred and ignorance, born of body, speech and mind. I now repent of everything..."

  As he recited the Buddhist scriptures, his hands were also pinching strange seals on his chest.

  Nine quaint seals, interlaced and changing.

  His movements are not standard, even stiff.

  It was clearly such a simple movement, but the fingers trembled violently as if they were not in control.

  He became more and more irritable, and seemed to see a ray of golden light shining in the darkness in a trance.

  In the dark, it seemed that there was a woman with a profound bearing sitting cross-legged opposite him.

   "Take it easy, be patient."

  The woman's voice sounded like a hallucination.

   Taught him little by little, how to pinch those seals accurately.

  Gu Jianlin's breathing gradually stabilized, as if an old monk had settled down, and his handprints became more and more proficient.

  Xia Zhi thought he was whispering like a demon, but when she looked down, she saw a stormy wave of anger and sadness in his empty eyes, and she was stunned for a moment by that turbulent emotion.

   "So you are a person with a story, you must be very sad."

  She took out a tissue and wiped his face, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, am I here to accompany you? Speaking of which, you actually have a girlfriend. Where did she go? Why isn't she by your side?"

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  In the silent tomb, Gu Jianlin was indeed caught in a bitter battle.

  He drew his sword and flashed, and the **** ghost knife set off a howling frenzy in the darkness, tearing up the turbulent flow of elements in an instant, but was still shocked by the violent aftermath, and crawled in the ruins.

When the roar of hail and the tornado of flames came together, he bounced repeatedly in the narrow corridor like a meteor passing through the sky. The blade that tore time and space cut off the ice edge and fire snake in the middle, and the blade was so fast that even the trajectory was distorted. Yes, it can be seen that the opponent's offensive is fierce.

  Boom, time and space collapsed, engulfing all elements.

  The sand and dust mixed with the storm again, but was scattered by the soul sword sound like a dragon's chant, and finally created a little breathing time temporarily.

  He fell to the ground and crouched, exhaled a foul breath, and thrust the knife into the ground with his backhand, bleeding red steam from his body.

   That is the vaporized gas mixed with blood and sweat.

   There are ferocious ghosts in all directions, terrifying grimaces swallowing violent elemental turbulence, and majestic spiritual thoughts build a force field, which to a certain extent eliminates the possibility of high-speed movement in the field, just like a prison.

   This is the forbidden spell cast by the ancestor of the ghost car. He was able to create nine phantoms with one transformation of nine.

   "How much spirituality do you have left... Or, can you continue to support the consumption of the theory of evolution?"

   There were whispers in the darkness, and a strange smile appeared on the handsome face of Ghost Che.

   "I don't know what you are waiting for, but the result of waiting will only be that I win."

His voice was calm, as if he had gone through an aerobic exercise: "There used to be someone like you who challenged the gods beyond his control, but unfortunately he lost in the end. Even if there is a gift from the Supreme, so what, you only have a short In seventeen years of life, it is impossible to comprehend that kind of supreme and great power."

   Gu Jianlin frowned slightly, and suddenly had a strange premonition.

  Ghost Car is not talking about his father.

"Is it?"

  He said softly: "God, isn't it amazing?"

  The terrifying eyes of the ancestor of the ghost car reflected his pale face.

   "If you should be in awe, you should still be in awe."

  Gu Jianlin stretched out his hands, with his index fingers and thumbs staggered together, as if taking a picture.

  At this moment, what emerged in his mind was the precarious Buzhou Mountain, the blood-red ancient dragon entrenched on the broken sky pillar, and the stunning girl holding a red umbrella, alluring and enchanting.

   I don't know if it is a skylark or a candle dragon.

   But to him, it doesn't matter.

   click.

  He raised his eyes, as if a man in a suit and leather shoes came out from behind.

  Gu Jianlin knew that it was an illusion, but he clearly felt the warmth from his shoulder.

  Because the man put his hand on his shoulder.

   "Final solution—"

  The brothers seem to say in unison:

   "A phaseless world."