The dark night was burned brightly by golden flames, and the ancient and majestic Qilin overlooked the earth.
The ancient god opened his arms and gently spit out a syllable!
Roar loudly and filial piety!
Ancient divine language!
It was as if the abyss was echoing with crazy howls, or as if countless ghosts were whispering in the silence. This syllable initially seemed like a strange ancient hymn, but at its climax it set off a roar that destroyed the world!
boom!
The dark world is crumbling, cracked and shattered inch by inch like a broken mirror!
This is the ultimate control of the ancient gods, the voice of destruction from the ancient world. When the gods speak that complete syllable, it will be the day when heaven's punishment comes, and all living things will be like grass!
Qilin is really angry, his anger pours down, and the sea breaks apart!
The world seems to be collapsing, with the vibrating frequency of syllables!
Faced with such power, Zhang Shouheng, a captain who was seriously injured, could not even hold the bow and arrow tightly. He did not know how to resist this power, nor where to escape.
The iron bow in his hand trembled in fear, and every inch was reduced to ashes.
The arrow behind his back was missing and shattered into pieces.
His eyes gradually turned gray with death, his consciousness gradually became chaotic, and his spirit fell endlessly.
Swallowed by coldness and darkness.
Zhao Zhi and Li Chengtian, the two third-level captains, knelt on the ground helplessly, their bodies decaying and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a mummy that had been weathered for thousands of years.
The soul was shaken to pieces, and consciousness disappeared into the void.
die!
die!
All die!
boom!
The shivering investigators in the prison car were covered in scarlet blood mist. Their bodies collapsed in the language of destruction, along with their consciousness and spirit. They were bleeding from their seven orifices and were on the verge of death.
Gu Jianlin felt the power of life and death. The dark night was like a burning dusk, the whistling wind was a wonderful accompaniment, and the roar of collapse was a rough drumbeat. He was immersed in the carnival of life and death, with billions of cells Roaring and filial piety, tearing the body apart and dominating the world!
bring it on!
bring it on!
Some more!
I'm here!
The helicopter in the distance, the majestic and majestic rhythm of life in the cabin.
The sports cars racing on the road, those tiny ant-like lives.
Investigators are surrounded from all sides, their lives are as small as dust.
In front of God, so humble, so humble!
boom!
A red supercar broke through the thick fog and swooped over.
Yan Ye sat in the driver's seat, Mu Ziqing sat next to him, and drove the vehicle over boldly.
Obviously, they don't know what is at the end of the black fog.
Only the overwhelming golden flames were seen.
And at this moment, the pressure that oppressed them suddenly, like heaven and earth falling!
boom!
Under the power of the ancient god's words, the supercar collapsed and flipped upside down.
Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing were covered in blood mist, but were instantly healed by the holy light.
"Yan Ye, take action!"
Mu Ziqing yelled.
Yan Ye almost collapsed under the impact of this coercion, his determined killing intent was instantly destroyed, and he let out a painful cry, but when he was on the verge of despair, he raised his right hand.
idea! Explosion!
boom!
Gu Jianlin felt as if a bubble was exploding in his ears, and his forehead was shaking.
"remarkably brave."
The next moment, Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing flew over and were blinded by his casual wave.
The blood withered like a rose swaying in the wind.
There was a snap.
Gu Jianlin raised his hands and grabbed the two men's throats, holding them in his hands.
The last moment when the ancient divine language is about to disappear.
What collapsed was the rear compartment of the prison van.
The hard iron sheet crumbled and fell off inch by inch, and rich alchemical gas poured out.
The prison was also collapsing and shattering, turning into ashes.
The chains that bound the so-called unclean also turned to dust.
boom!
I saw clusters of golden flames lighting up in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and accompanied by countless twisted incantations like living creatures, criss-crossing to form a mysterious and mysterious matrix, like an ancient altar.
The vitality of these trash from the Ether Association was devoured crazily, gathering into countless illusory fires of life, and finally fell on the dying people.
At this time, the ancient god's blood in Gu Jianlin's body was exhausted, and all the cells in his body were tearing apart in mourning. The pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand knives hit him again, as if his soul was being broken and suffering.
Last time, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even stand up.
But this time, he was able to hold on to his body, like a mountain, never falling.
His golden child is extinguishing.
The jet-black unicorn mask also melted like mist.
The ferocious dragon scales faded away, as if they had never appeared before.
Finally, the pair of noble unicorn horns collapsed inch by inch and disappeared in the wind.
The power belonging to the ancient gods once again fell into silence.
However, his momentum has not faded at all, and his slender figure is so upright in the darkness.
It seems like a violent storm is about to shake the world.
At this moment, it was no longer the power of the ancient gods that supported this young man.
But the courage to transcend life and death, and the heart of a strong man to trample on corruption!
The silver-white lock of non-existence lost its support, and the barrier that eliminated the sense of existence collapsed.
The bracelet turned into silver and fell into his hand again.
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, savoring the pain. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with indifference.
He held Yan Ye's neck with his left hand and strangled Mu Ziqing's throat with his right hand.
The dying Yan Feng was stepping on his feet.
Gu Jianlin heard a roar from above his head.
There was also the sharp sound of tires braking on the ground, and even the collision of firearms and cold footsteps.
Like an army.
Countless powerful life rhythms surrounded him from all directions.
In the broken carriage, Wan Wan blinked her eyes, shivering as if she had a nightmare.
A pair of blood-stained, slightly trembling, weak hands tried to hold her.
Uncle Mu was covered in blood, like an old lion at the end of its rope. He hugged his cub tightly, struggled to open his eyes, and saw the young man with swaying black hair standing in the strong wind.
"Xiao Gu."
He tried his best and murmured hoarsely, saying: "You shouldn't have come here... Your future is completely ruined."
The helicopter landed on the ground.
Deacon Nie, supported by his subordinates, walked down the plane with a gloomy face.
A white-haired woman carrying a black piano case followed behind, her brows furrowed and her face full of seriousness.
There was also a fat man who was also hurriedly following behind.
In addition, there was a middle-aged man wearing a white suit with an extremely ugly face.
Finally, in the cabin, Lu Zijin had his hands behind his back, with no expression on his young and delicate face.
Black Mercedes-Benz blocked the road.
Wang Bolin walked out with a dark face, a lot of bruises on his body, and a heavy machine gun in his hand.
Lin Wanqiu followed behind in a white coat, his expression extremely solemn.
In addition, the door of a Mercedes-Benz was kicked open.
The panting Lu Zicheng walked out of it and was stunned when he saw the bloody scene.
Chen Qing got off the passenger seat, her pretty face pale.
Countless members of the security team rushed over from all directions, raising their dark guns.
He locked onto the maniacal young man in the ruins.
There were countless extraordinary-level investigators present, including five captains above the super-dimensional level, as well as important figures from various families, and even ministers from the Fengcheng district.
Dragnet.
There is nowhere to escape.
But for some reason, they felt trembling when they saw the young man.
Gu Jianlin grabbed the throats of the man and woman with both hands and lifted them in the air.
Underfoot are the rubbish of unknown life and death.
That kind of look seemed to ignore everything.
"Uncle Mu, I don't know whether my future will be ruined, and it doesn't matter at all. But today, I want you to know... Instead of accepting the consequences, it's better to clench your fists."
Gu Jianlin looked around in all directions and said indifferently: "All the senior leaders of the association and the captains, I have had enough."
boom!
There was faint thunder and heavy rain poured down.
"I am Gu Ci'an's son. I am the son of the fallen. I have colluded with the unclean."
Bathed in the heavy rain, he slowly tightened his fingers, causing the man and woman in his hands to whimper as they died.
The dark eyes of the child were illuminated by a flash of lightning.
It seems to be questioning those people in all directions, and it also seems to be questioning the world.
"What can you do...?"
