The old gods are whispering

Chapter 515 Tears in the Darkness
Accompanied by Gu Jianlin's punch, the gilded light shrouded the empty highway, the night seemed to be reflected like day, and the vermilion fire that was burning everywhere was suddenly purified and disappeared in the void.

With a bang, a terrifying crack appeared in the illusory dream, and the chirping of the birds seemed to be extremely angry. Unfortunately, the terrifying phantom that covered the sky and the sun was unable to return to the sky, and even disappeared in the Buddha's light like a reflection in the water.

After nearly a year, the boy broke the cage of fate with his own hands.

This punch almost killed the ancestor of the ghost car. His heart was pierced again, and the wound on his chest was burned like a charcoal. The noble body of a god is like a ignited furnace, collapsing and melting inch by inch.

His pupils were about to burn, but he glanced at the young man at the last moment.

The overwhelming hallucinations hit.

This is still the world created by Venerable Suzaku, with the power of reincarnation.

This glance seemed to let him see the turbulent past.

He has seen the people of the Gu family slaughtered over the past few hundred years.

I also saw the ancient gods of the Suzaku clan come to the world.

It is rare to see snow in the capital city. The elderly Tang Zijing shed tears while hugging his unconscious great-granddaughter. Someone was standing on a skyscraper and smoking a cigarette condescendingly. The shadows of nine heads were reflected under the lights.

In the Qilin Fairy Palace eight years ago, the ancestor of the ghost car stood in the depths of the forest of the burial forest, calmly fiddled with the corpses in the bushes, skillfully tampered with the clues and evidence left at the scene of the crime, and then He blew a breath towards an unconscious middle-aged man, and showed a secretive smile.

In Fengcheng's Supernatural Research Institute, when the fake Gu Ci'an raised his head, what was reflected in the mirror was the terrifying appearance of a nine-headed bird, with blood flowing from his feet like a river.

The ancestor of the ghost car came to the dragon's nest, and left vermilion blood in the scorching magma waterfall. The ancient dragon in the deepest part of the magma absorbed this great power, as if ushering in a new life.

In the snowstorm of the sea of ​​eternal life, the ancestor of the ghost car unbuttoned his suit, cut his wrist with a simple dagger, so that the blood would flow in the alchemy matrix that spread like flames, and summoned the god who covered the sky .

Mr. Solomon, projected from Miyae Seisakusho in Shinjuku, Tokyo, is giving a speech. Behind him stands a ghostly and handsome man, holding a glass of blood-rich red wine in his hand.

In the end, there was an endless storm. The ancestor of the ghost car put his suit jacket on his shoulders, his white shirt was stained red with blood, and he held his gold-rimmed glasses with his right hand. The curse hasn't made you lose control of your mind yet, so you want to do something to your son?"

He paused: "Or, your ex-wife and student?"

Rain and blood mixed and flowed, and the man he hadn't seen for a long time glared like a diamond, roaring angrily.

The memory frantically flashed back, scenes of the past were shattered like a mirror, and the fragments pierced into the heart.

Of all the weapons in the world, the past hurts the most.

Gu Jianlin seemed to have fallen into the abyss of a storm, surrounded by a cage called the past.

This is the last struggle of the ancestor of the ghost car, trying to use the past to influence his will, but it is a pity that he made a wrong calculation.

A click.

Gu Jianlin exerted a little force on his right hand.

Memories like a storm dissipated in his mind, without seeming to affect him at all.

"It doesn't make me feel any fear if you show me this, it just makes me angrier."

The ancestor of the ghost car roared in pain, and the glow in his body almost swallowed him completely.

"It hurts."

Gu Jianlin's right hand was turning in his chest, as if he wanted to take his heart out: "That's how I felt when I went back to that highway and saw the line of writing left by my father."

The ancestor of the ghost car had disheveled hair, and the ghostly pupils had been burnt into two horrible blood holes, and the face was cracked like burnt porcelain with horrible gaps, and when the lips were opened, they spit out thick black smoke. Her voice was so hoarse and unpleasant: "So...he left you a message at that time."

When he raised his head, the wound on his chest was also involved, not even much blood flowed out.

Because his blood had already been burned dry by the power of the candle lighting the law.

He has no extra resistance, because the last resort has been exhausted.

"What do you mean?"

From his voice, Gu Jianlin could hear confusion and surprise, as well as the unbelievable hidden deep.

Logically speaking, it is not surprising that even a dying person can leave a line of writing.

The ancestor of the ghost car felt that this was impossible.

"Unfortunately, that's an answer you can't bear."

The ancestor of the ghost car stared at him with dark eyes, as if seeing something interesting, and said with a hoarse smile: "Do you still want to know what the curse of your mother and sister is?"

He paused: "Or, who is Solomon?"

Gu Jianlin said expressionlessly, "I don't think you will tell me, will you?"

The ancestor of the ghost car grinned and showed a terrifying smile: "Of course, even if you kill me, it is too late. Under the oracle of the Lord, I have tampered with the past thousand years. History, my mission has long since ended. That great era is coming."

He emphasized: "You are destined to be victims."

"It's a pity that you can't see that era anymore. I killed you with the candle lighting the law. Your life structure will be completely disintegrated, and your consciousness will disappear forever. Maybe after endless years, Venerable Suzaku will use it to create another one." The ancestor of the ghost car came, but it will no longer be you, but another life with the same power as you."

Gu Jianlin raised his head, looked at the phantom of the god behind him that was about to disappear in the Buddha's light, and said softly: "Of course, maybe there won't be another ghost car ancestor. I'm going to find your master after all. My dear, fight him to the death. I will do this repeatedly for hundreds of millions of years."

"Although I only lived for 17 years, I also know how boring eternal life is. I always have to find something to do for myself, don't I? There will be no one in the world to take your place. Would you be a little happy? "

He paused: "After all, you are so loyal to your master."

The ancestor of the ghost car sneered hoarsely: "You are young and ignorant, and you want to fight against him?"

It was clear that only the dark eye holes were left, but he could feel His mocking and mocking eyes.

In the endless Buddha's light, the god who covered the sky and the sun seemed to have heard such wild words, and cast a seemingly indifferent glance across the distant dimension, and the vermilion flames surged with the fire of God's wrath.

It was a warning and a threat.

Once Gu Jianlin kills this ancestor, he will surely bear the fire of God's wrath.

"Long time no see, Venerable Suzaku."

Gu Jianlin's response to this ancient supreme being can be described as arrogant and rude.

Because he indifferently withdrew his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a scorched and deformed heart.

Click.

His palms tightened, and the ashes spread from between his fingers.

The vitality of the ancestor of the ghost car was finally completely determined, the splintered brilliant golden light completely tore his body, and the ghostly reflection of the nine-headed bird screamed and collapsed, leaving only the charred mummy.

Boom!

The gods were furious.

It's a pity that this dream can no longer be sustained. The brilliant Buddha's light seeps out from the cracks in the void, and the world collapses inch by inch. Broken highway.

Standing in the monstrous tide, Gu Jianlin reflected a charred and collapsed mummy in his pupils. He could feel the godlike soul burning up by itself, like red-hot ashes gradually extinguishing and cooling down.

Only a hoarse whisper sounded in his ears, like a nightmare:
"I have seen your end. What you inherited is the power of the Black Supreme. This is by no means a gift, but a curse of fate. You will be as lonely as him in the end, and you will never be freed forever."

It was the voice of the ancestor of the ghost car, without concealing the resentment and hatred of human nature: "Welcome to the world of the ancient gods, embrace despair and turbidity, sing with pain and sin. The new generation... Venerable Qilin!"

The roar sounded, and Gu Jianlin's eyes were neither sad nor happy.

Darkness fell again, and the dream was completely destroyed.

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At dawn, the city was illuminated by the brilliant Buddha light, but a golden rain of blood fell from the sky. It was a sign of the death of an ancient and noble life, and even ordinary people could clearly feel it.

The nine-headed bird was burned to pieces by the splintered light, and finally disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

The whole world resounded with the shrill chirping sound.

Unwilling, angry, desperate.

It's hard to imagine a god having such complex emotions.

The chilling and noble young god is suspended in the sky, bathed in a golden rain of blood, overlooking the earth.

The Ascensionists who belonged to the Ether Association all felt the indifferent and majestic gaze, and felt a sense of awe and trembling deep in their hearts, as if the former ruler had returned.

It's a pity that no matter how similar they are, they are not alone after all.

The age of the President is over.

The world that was supposed to be taken over by Platinum has now undergone a huge change.

Because the monster named Qilin came back!
He has returned from hell!
The people who had participated in that transformation did not die. Every survivor felt the bone-chilling cold, and even the blood in his body was frozen, as if he had become a dead person.

Mr. Solomon stood under the tree on the cliff, staring at the young man far away, with a trace of fear in his eyes, because he made an incredible judgment through Jianzong's super straight sense.

Even as a ninth-level Taixushen, he couldn't kill that big boy.

Today's Kirin has indeed just been promoted to the sanctuary level, but he is currently the only one who has mastered the mysteries of evolution. He holds the ultimates of the two supreme laws in his hands, and he also has the power of two ancient supreme beings.

Inexplicably powerful.

The ancestor of the ghost car is not an opponent, but an ancient god who has mastered the third method.

He even has the authority to own part of Venerable Suzaku.

It turned out to be such a miserable failure.

"If Heaven's Secret is against him, he will be defeated in about 5 minutes. The advantage of the third method is useless in front of him. If Heaven's Secret is not enough, then there will be no human beings. Unless gold and silver join forces, and the stupid shepherd Father and son, it is possible to kill him with me on the sidelines, but it is too difficult."

Mr. Solomon murmured to himself: "Unless it's an extreme shot!"

At this moment, he suddenly heard an ancient whisper in his ear.

His wrist trembled slightly, and a line of burning writing emerged.

"Bu Zhoushan?"

Mr. Solomon licked his lips: "You want me to go to Buzhou Mountain?"

He seemed to understand something, and when he looked at the young god in the sky, the fear in his eyes finally faded away.

The leader of the hermitage took off his hood, disguised himself as an ordinary witcher, and disappeared on the mountain road.

There was a faint roar.

The godlike boy melted into the Buddha's light, and the unicorn and candle dragon appeared on both sides of the cloud.

They overlooked the city side by side, and disappeared without a trace accompanied by angry roars and monstrous dragon chants.

On the stone bridge at the top of the peak, Bai Jin stared blankly at the sky, feeling the familiar trembling feeling, uncontrollable rage and jealousy appeared in his eyes, he roared frantically: "Tianji, rush into the mausoleum, Kill that boy! Qilin is in the tomb, he hasn't left yet! Take advantage of his illness and kill him!"

He roared, "Hurry up!"

Tianji took a deep breath, looked towards the silent mausoleum, and stepped forward.

When they fought not long ago, Qilin was still super-dimensional, but now it has become a sanctuary.

Even he is no longer an opponent.

But Master Platinum is right, this is the best opportunity.

"and many more."

Mu Shiyu raised her eyes and dissuaded her in time: "Tianji, first find Ghost Saber and Tianshu before acting. The three of you eighth-levels are together to ensure nothing goes wrong. Inform Xuanyin and Huifeng and let them come to my place as soon as possible." By my side, I probably guessed how Qilin was promoted to the sanctuary, and I must catch his companion."

Mu Zhihao was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was indeed a big sister, and he was still able to maintain his composure up to now.

Tianji was silent for a moment, picked up the walkie-talkie and broke into the silent tomb.

Platinum had obviously completely lost control of his emotions. Of course he knew that the boy was the real inheritance of the teacher's wife.

Such a powerful celestial being.

The most powerful celestial being in the world.

Platinum was going crazy with jealousy, his face flushed and twisted.

Why not him!

Why can't it be him!
At this moment, he received a call.

Because after Qilin disappeared, the communication of the Central Lingshu Institute has been restored.

But the first phone call he received made his eyes go dark.

"Sir, it's not good!"

The subordinate said angrily: "Lei Ting led the dawn battle sequence to fight in!"

Commander Lu of the Dawn Order of Operations is a demigod.

Platinum spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted on the spot.

"Father!"

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In the dark tomb, mercury roared like a river, filled with pale mist.

Gu Jianlin was sitting naked on the edge of the corridor, with Jiuyin slanted on the ground, his life breath was quite weak, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat was already inaudible, but there was a smile on his lips.

"Senior Ji, this punch didn't embarrass you, did it?"

He said softly: "I used what you taught me to avenge my father..."

The lonely boy closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)