Gu Jianlin felt like he was burning. With the dominance of the black unicorn, a power from the ancient wilderness awakened from his body. Whether it was the body, soul, or even the level of life, it evolved like an ascension.
This is his biggest trump card.
The Joker possesses highly deformed abilities and is indeed dangerous.
However, Gu Jianlin did not think that he would die in his hands.
Because his biggest trump card comes from Lord Qilin.
The supreme power of an ancient god!
After all, the so-called fallen are just deformed evolutions after being contaminated by the spirit of the ancient gods.
In particular, the clown himself is only at the second level. Apart from hypnosis, the magician path does not have any strong combat abilities. Even if he completes a high degree of distortion, he will not be much stronger.
As long as he completes the ancient deification, the other party will not have the ability to threaten him.
But before that, Gu Jianlin didn't know how to awaken the black unicorn in his body.
But now, he has the key to the treasure house!
"This state can only last for a short time, but it should be enough." Gu Jianlin felt the power of this body. This was a qualitative change in the level of life, as if he was no longer a human being, but an ancient god. !
No, to be precise, he seemed to have become the Qilin Master!
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes and carefully savored the rhythm of his life.
He seemed to hear the roar from the ancient wilderness, like the world was collapsing, narrating the lost epic.
Ambiguous, far away, majestic, majestic.
It was as if the vast universe was echoing with the roar of silence.
At the same time, his perspective on the world was different.
If we say before, he was exploring the world as a teenager.
So now, like a god, looking down from above!
The Requiem Bell and the Lock of Destruction are like two interesting toys.
The group of ascendants downstairs are like weeds on the roadside.
And the clown at your feet...
It looks like less appetizing food.
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Gu Jianlin took a deep breath and took three seconds to calm down.
The requiem bell was still suspended in mid-air, roaring continuously.
The roar that could have swallowed his soul was now nothing more than boring noise to him.
Gu Jianlin raised his right hand covered with black scales, and then held the ancient pitch black bell tightly.
Unexpectedly, this requiem bell vibrated violently as if it was alive.
Mythical weapons, super ancient products, they seem to be alive.
Moreover, this is only its primary state of liberation, not its true posture at all.
"It's such a pity that this thing is in your hands."
Gu Jianlin said softly: "Leave it to me."
Just relying on instinct, he held the Requiem Bell's right hand and injected his own spirituality into it.
At this moment, there are two spirits inside the Requiem Bell.
One comes from Gu Jianlin, the other comes from the clown.
When two kinds of spirituality collide, naturally the strong will survive and the weak will be destroyed!
In an instant, the roar of the Requiem Bell disappeared, like a dead thing.
At this moment, the clown's shrill scream sounded.
Because his mental imprint was forcibly erased, the pain was like his soul being cut apart.
Nothing less than a torture.
"You, who are you! Who are you! Who are you!"
The clown's neck was stepped on by him, and the eight steel limbs on his back were severed. Blood spurted out like a fountain. He screamed hysterically: "What kind of power is this! What kind of power is this! What will Gu Cian's leave for you?" What happened? This gesture, this look, you are..."
Gu Jianlin lowered his head and looked down at him, and said lightly: "I am... Venerable Qilin."
Dead silence.
The clown's scream seemed to be stuck in his neck, and his hideous face was completely frozen.
A simple sentence, but it sounded like thunder in his ears.
It blew him up and left him out of his wits.
"Originally I wanted to ask you a few questions, but with the Requiem Bell, it doesn't seem to be that troublesome."
Gu Jianlin said calmly: "It's time to hit the road."
His left hand suddenly lit up with a golden flame as blazing as the sun.
The fire of divine sacrifice!
It is still the dual spiritual burning of humans and ancient gods.
However, with the blessing of the ancient deity, his abilities seemed to have undergone a qualitative change!
Compared with before, it is like the gap between fireflies and the scorching sun!
"No, you can't kill me, you can't kill me, you can't..."
The clown made an indistinct murmur and struggled hard, trying to escape.
Gu Jianlin put his hand on his head and whispered: "Sacrifice!"
boom!
The clown's highly deformed body burned, and his life was sacrificed to nature, making him miserable.
At the same time, Gu Jianlin clearly felt that a deformed life force was fed back to him, and was fully absorbed by the ancient deified body, and finally condensed into a drop of slightly mixed, golden blood in his heart.
I see.
He understood that this was the blood of the ancient gods.
No wonder, Gu Jianlin had tried to squeeze out some blood before, but only ordinary blood came out.
Now it seems that most of them need to swallow the power of these fallen people to create them.
Great, I finally found a way.
Gu Jianlin felt slightly relieved and looked down at the man swallowed by the golden flames.
With the sacrifice of life, the clown's highly deformed body also degenerated.
Eventually he lost all his power and turned into an ordinary human being, with convulsions and trembling all over his body.
Only the last breath left.
Gu Jianlin raised the requiem bell and poured his own spirituality into it again.
Mythical weapon, Requiem Bell.
--liberation!
The Requiem Bell roared like an ancient bell again, releasing a black halo.
The terrifying sound waves spread in layers, sweeping out like a tsunami.
The clown's soul was instantly shattered, and the dark halo pulled and swallowed it.
No more sound.
Only a broken, dead body was left.
The Joker is dead.
Gu Jianlin glanced at the requiem bell in his hand, and his eyes seemed to see a broken soul through the bell.
According to the Joker, this thing can enslave souls.
It just so happens that I don't have to go through any more torture.
"The Requiem Bell involves the secret of my ancient deification, so I can no longer hand it over to others. I must take the Lock of Destruction and use its concealment effect to hide it directly..."
Gu Jianlin took advantage of the fact that the power in his body had not disappeared, and jumped down from the hole that was blasted through on the second floor.
Because the Joker is dead, the barrier of the Lock of Destruction is crumbling.
Gu Jianlin raised his hand, grabbed a silver-white chain, and forcibly injected spiritual energy into it.
boom!
The remaining spirituality in the non-existent lock was reduced to ashes and turned into a silver-white bracelet, surrounding his body.
At this moment, Gu Jianlin felt that he had burned to the end, and there was a collapse-like sound in his body. All the characteristics of Qilin were fading away, and his body felt as if it was being torn apart.
He fell to his knees, every cell in his body aching.
deep in consciousness.
The black unicorn collapsed suddenly and fell into a deep sleep.
The young man in white sacrificial robes regained consciousness and took the dominant position.
"very good."
Even though the pain was so painful that he almost fainted, Gu Jianlin still raised his trembling hands, tied the chain of immortality to the requiem bell, and then wrapped it around his wrist like a bracelet.
As a result of all this, his pale face was covered with cold sweat, but he showed a smile of relief.
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After an unknown amount of time, the door to the canteen was pushed open again, and outside was a helicopter hovering in mid-air.
In the cabin, the white-haired girl stood in the shadows, silent.
Deacon Nie and his subordinates stood at the door of the cafeteria, their expressions extremely solemn.
"Don't worry, let's go in."
Lu Zijin yawned lazily: "With me here, everything is easy to talk about."
Members of the medical team filed in carrying stretchers. Seeing the unconscious investigators on the ground, they began rescuing them.
"Vital signs detected."
"No life-threatening injuries."
"Requesting an injection of life essence."
A woman in a white coat followed at the back, her hands in her pockets.
This woman has a naturally charming face, dotted with enchanting makeup, and has large waterfall-like waves dyed light brown. Even wearing a white coat, it is difficult to hide her convex figure. Under the black skirt, there is a pair of slender and plump breasts. Beautiful legs, wearing shiny black high heels.
"Dr. Lin, I'm sorry."
Deacon Nie said in a deep voice.
Lin Wanqiu smiled: "Don't worry, our priests are very good at this kind of thing."
At this moment, a member of the Inquisition groped for the light in the canteen and turned it on.
There was a snap.
White lights came on, illuminating the hall.
At this moment, everyone was silent.
Because in the hall, a young man covered in blood sat on a chair.
At his feet, there was a body.
"mission completed."
With a gentle kick, Gu Jianlin turned the corpse over at his feet, revealing a face frozen in fear.
"Is there any Coke? I need some sugar."
