Bulwark of Light

Chapter 429 Gold Thread, Red Clothes

In Xu Yan's spiritual sea, a "death list" was engraved.

On this list, there are many extraordinary geniuses who are famous in Nagano... And behind some names, there are special symbols marked with spiritual power.

Gu Shen narrowed his eyes.

He recalled the "Sea of ​​Fire and Ice Tide" that Xu Yan had just sacrificed, some of the extraordinary abilities echoed the abilities on the list.

This man who was born out of nowhere made a detailed and meticulous plan before moving into the Snow Forbidden City.

The fire thief...has already started his "operation" in Nagano.

The Tower of Origin has drawn up a list of potential superhumans, and Xu Yan is responsible for stealing the abilities of these people and recreating them. After he has completed the important "capacity rubbings", the next task is to hunt and kill These geniuses are extraordinary.

Then Chu Ling's portrait has also been explained——

The only person who saw Chu Ling at the bottom of Ninghe Bridge was Bai Lu!

And Xu Yan... came into contact with Bai Lu!

[Fire Stealer] stole the ability of "Dream of Thorns", and also got a surprise!
With a calm expression, Gu Shen reproduced this memory.

This list... For me, it was also a surprise!
He withdrew his palm.

A ray of blazing fire burst out from between Xu Yan's eyebrows, and returned to Gu Shen's fingertips, lingering and dispersing.

"beg……"

Xu Yan's pleading voice only had time to utter the first syllable before it stopped abruptly.

Gu Shen waved his hand.

"Buzz!"

Thousands of streaks of golden light gathered and shuttled together, turning into a spear, directly piercing through this head... With the collapse of Xu Yan's spiritual sea, his physical body also collapsed.

No matter how powerful the sacred token is, it cannot reverse life and death.

Gu Shen showed no mercy.

Once this memory is captured, Xu Yan will no longer be of value.

There is only one end for him... that is death!
After Xu Yan died.

Gu Shen was not in a hurry to leave, he summoned blazing fire, swept into the body in all directions, and ate away the extraordinary source quality of [Fire Stealer]...

This process will take some time.

Gu Shen sat cross-legged, slowly raised his head, his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful.

At this moment, the Qingzhong Cemetery is covered by the great cold disaster.

In the huge snowfield, the sky is dark, only a blazing fire is always bright.

The wind and snow whimpered and enveloped him.

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The only place in Kiyotsuka Mausoleum that is not covered by wind and snow is a mountain mausoleum surrounded by giant statues.

This hill is not tall.

But it is the most important place in the entire cemetery.

There are 650 formation patterns, with it as the eye of the formation.

It is the last place of light that breaks through the darkness.

But it is also the source of the great cold in the entire cemetery.

A slender figure of a woman slowly swept out from the dark void and landed in front of the mountain.

Chu Ling placed the sleeping Shen Li on the stone steps of a mountain mausoleum.

After parting with Gu Shen.

In her heart, there was an extra guidance... She walked towards the entrance of the mountain. The place was filled with thick fog, and she couldn't tell the direction at all, so she could only rely on her intuition.

For those extraordinary people who have never comprehended the pattern of the cemetery, this place is the closest to the light, but it is also the darkest place.

Countless people have tried and stepped into the inner mausoleum.

And the final result is the same, lost in the fog, and finally left without knowing it.

But... at this moment, if there is a pair of eyes that can see through the fog, floating above the inner mausoleum, they will be very surprised.

Because... What Chu Ling walked was a straight line.

A straight line leading to the entrance of the inner mausoleum.

Every step she took was slow and firm.

And she... really couldn't see anything.

Can only see the boundless darkness.

After a long time, she stopped, and the mist of the mountain slowly dissipated... A tightly closed mountain gate appeared in front of her eyes, and in front of the mountain gate lay a skinny figure in ragged clothes and mottled with blood.

Chu Ling's expression was a little unbearable.

She knelt down and took hold of the opponent's hands with only bones left.

Then she saw that under the cat mask, there was a pair of gentle and powerful eyes.

In the world of [Deep Sea], it is not impossible to pass through layers of fog and reach the inner tomb... Even if there is only a one-in-a-million possibility, as long as you try enough opportunities, you will be able to find it. That "one".

It's just that she knows it very well.

I was able to reach this place not because I was the "one" who successfully reached the end after deduction.

It was because of Master Qianye's guidance.

The golden thread of divination has already spread at that end, waiting for him.

perhaps……

Master Qianye had foreseen this scene long ago.

It was a "destined" encounter.

Under the blood-stained mask, the mausoleum guard's soft voice of emotion sounded.

"You are...my disciple?"

She is weak like a handful of grass, which will fall apart when the wind blows. Countless golden threads of divination wrap around her body, slowly spread out, spread, and wrap around the last Qingzuka mountain mausoleum, delaying the spillover of the "Great Cold" as much as possible.

Because of the cold, most of the tomb guard's body was covered with hard ice slag and debris.

But she smiled anyway.

"You look... so pretty."

That doesn't sound like something a dying person should say.

At the end of life, people often talk about regrets and have good memories.

But the mausoleum guard didn't look at the past, she just stared hard at Chu Ling in front of her, staring at this moment, now.

She said with a smile: "It is really a very good and lucky thing to meet a disciple like you before dying."

When she looked at Chu Ling, she used divination.

In fact, a year ago, when Gu Shen was promised to accept the second nominal disciple, Qianye used divination... But she didn't see anything, and the time after a year seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. Not even the slightest light.

But at this moment, it's different.

She looked at Chu Ling and saw the surging golden light.

This is hope.

The extraordinary source quality was output from Chu Ling's fingertips, and she was not stingy with the power that Gu Shen bestowed upon herself, and seriously injected it into Master Qianye's body... It is a pity that this broken body has long been in contact with Master Qianye... In the repeated struggles of fate, it becomes incomplete, tattered, and irreparable. This is an "injury" that even the divine fetus cannot make up for.

Even without today's change in the cemetery.

Master Qianye's lifespan will not be too long.

She cut off her own flesh and blood, and put it on the scales, as fodder, in exchange for future farsightedness... and the final result must be to burn herself.

Her life is destined to be a short youth.

Now, it's time for "withering".

"Don't try to save me."

Master Qianye shook his head, "You should save them..."

She looked at the distance outside the inner mausoleum. In the distance was the snow field covered by the great cold, and the distance was covered with frost. In the distance were those nameless trekkers, the priests of the cemetery, and in the distance... were all the living beings in Nagano.

Chu Ling took a breath.

These source qualities, injected into Master Qianye's body, have no effect at all.

She is not a god body.

Can't bear such power.

Even if it can carry it, it's useless... because at this moment, this body has become a leaky net full of holes. How much is injected and how much is leaked out, Qianye's life, energy, and soul are only left to overflow little by little. fate.

The dim golden light condensed in front of Chu Ling.

Master Qianye didn't have much spiritual power anymore.

She smiled: "These...these are the leftover patterns of the Qingzuka Mausoleum...In this regard, the most talented person I have ever met is Gu Shen. Practice twenty seats."

Just now... Gu Shen's speed was even faster than what she said!
This is almost an array pattern talent that the world can't match.

However, the mausoleum guard had a vague premonition.

The woman in front of her is more "genius" than Gu Shen when it comes to comprehending formation patterns.

These dim golden lights and formations floated in front of Chu Ling.

There are a hundred formations that have not been comprehended.

Chu Ling is not like a normal person... Click on one of the formations and directly conduct enlightenment.

She was just sitting in front of the mountain mausoleum, silently looking at the illustrations of the formation patterns floating in front of her, just watching silently, it seems that there are more things to think about than comprehending the formation patterns.

It took her ten seconds.

During the ten seconds, her eyes flicked across the lines in front of her eyes one by one.

Then, she made a move.

Just like a normal person reading a book, she opened one of the pattern illustrations and placed it in front of her... This is considered "opening the book", but she didn't turn the page, but chose to reach out and take down the second volume .

Once again...open the book.

Next, volume three.

This movement is getting faster and faster, like flowing clouds and flowing water... She didn't stop until the illustrations of the twenty formation patterns densely filled the void in front of her, and she leaned against the tomb guard who was sitting in front of the closed giant gate of the mountain mausoleum. In this scene, the expression under the mask of the flower cat can't help but become bewildered.

She didn't expect that this would be Chu Ling's way of comprehending the pattern...

Could it be that……

Is this to put the twenty formation patterns together for comprehension?
The bitter cold wind blew past the mountain mausoleum, blowing the red ancient sacrificial clothes, but the woman kneeling in front of the mausoleum stone looked calm, like the well water on the top of the shrine, without the slightest ripple.

She started "reading" so plainly.

The twenty pieces of golden pattern diagrams were dismantled almost in no particular order. At this moment, the huge computing power was linked with the thinking of the "human brain", giving birth to unprecedented power.

With the help of [deep sea], human beings will always have delays... These slight delays are nothing in the eyes of human beings.

However, with the help of [Deep Sea], there will be no delay.

This is the difference between zero and one.

It was as if the trigger was pulled and the firing pin was ignited... The [source code] girl who was supposed to be huddled in the carriage came to the world at this moment, and her spiritual sea was burning wildly.

These [-] pages of golden pattern illustrations began to advance at an unimaginable speed.

The mausoleum guard stared blankly at this scene.

She could feel... the spiritual scrolls of the twenty formations were being dismantled "simultaneously". What kind of "miracle" was this?
There was a man who read twenty books at the same time.

Not only was she reading at the same time, but she was turning to the next page... more precisely, each page.

It's just that a large amount of extraordinary source quality was burned and evaporated in the process of "thinking".

Energy consumption is always equal.

Chu Ling is like a huge melting pot, every second of her trance in this world, she needs to pay a huge price.

This is fair.

The mausoleum guard silently watched the divine girl in red sacrificial clothes flying in the strong wind, and completed the dismantling of twenty formations in just a few dozen breaths.

At this moment, she understood why a year ago, she couldn't see the "face" of this existence clearly by using divination.

Although there was no fire on Chu Ling's body.

But from such things, it is enough to judge.

She...is a different kind of "god".

With a hundred formation patterns, a transcendent with vulgar talent will need to spend a year, diligently comprehending every day and night, before he can master it.

In front of Chu Ling, it was the "five groups".

Each group is the same movement...

Even the time it takes, there is not much difference.

The strong wind stopped, and the red sacrificial clothes also settled down. Chu Ling let out a long breath. She is no longer [source code], not a machine, thinking so intensively...of course she will feel tired .

This very subtle movement, on the contrary, made Master Qianye feel a little at ease.

The girl in front of her has retained her "humanity" after all.

If Chu Ling didn't even need to take that small "breath"...that would be the truly terrible thing.

However, she soon recovered.

"teacher."

After comprehending the remaining [-] formation patterns in the cemetery, Chu Ling looked back into the distance and said sincerely, "I not only want to save them, but I also want to save you."

The tomb guard was startled.

She still didn't understand what Chu Ling meant.

"I thought... it would be very difficult to comprehend all the patterns in the cemetery."

Chu Ling lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be difficult for me."

Is it not difficult?
Almost... like drinking water.

"Gu Shen left the inner mausoleum and went to the disaster." Chu Ling raised his head, "If I can master all the patterns of the cemetery, maybe...the situation will be better in the future."

Until this moment, the mausoleum guard slowly recovered from his astonishment.

She smiled under her breath.

This is a smile of emotion, but also a smile of joy.

It turns out... the thing I was most worried about was actually a false cloud, the hundred formations that Gu Shen didn't comprehend, did not become the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Take everything, if you can."

The guardian of the mausoleum supported her crippled body and sat up slowly with her bare hands. She leaned against the stone gate, her voice was hoarse but she smiled, "I will teach you everything... not just the cemetery. These formations."

The cold wind lingered.

The golden thread is flying.

Strands of divination golden threads fell on Chu Ling's shoulders like raindrops.

She looked at the cat mask with some surprise.

Master Qianye's pupils seemed to reflect an empty and huge familiar wilderness.

There are clouds there.

There are old trees.

There are also papers, ancient scrolls, and drawings flying all over the sky.

The golden thread dimmed little by little.

And the red sacrificial clothing gradually became brighter.

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(PS: 1 I got the text today, I have notified it in the group and it will be updated later, friends who don’t join the group can add it. 2, This chapter is really difficult to write, it took a long time to revise and revise, the quality I am satisfied, but the next chapter will be more difficult to write, so the tentative update time is before 12 noon tomorrow, and the number of words will be more.)
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