A black helicopter hovered over Shinjuku Station. Judge Black sat in the cabin overlooking Tokyo at night. The city was filled with dark fog tonight, as if even the light had been sucked away.
It should have been the largest city in the world, but at the moment it was as silent as a tomb, and there were even waves of corpses wandering the long streets. It was like the door to hell was opened, and evil spirits roared out.
"We made a mistake last time, this is our only chance."
Judge Bai bit a lady's cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and said softly: "The people from the monastery must be found. I have never seen the old master so angry. If he misses, he may even die. Who would have thought , more than two hundred years have passed, and someone actually dares to take action against my hometown."
For the two judges, this mission must not fail.
The driver sat in the car and said with a smile: "Are you really tired of living?"
He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Report to ground control."
There was a tablet computer placed in the cab. Jiang Ziye still had a fox-like smile and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the ground is under control. Our people are in all directions. This is a dragnet."
Behind him was a motorcade parked on the roadside.
There are a total of thirteen candidates from the six major families, all of whom are fifth level.
In addition, they have emergency plans.
Jiang Chuge is currently cleaning up the experimental subjects in Shibuya. If an unexpected situation occurs, he can join the battle at any time.
"Do you want to do it now?"
Judge Bai's danger prediction was not triggered, so he turned around and said, "There is not much time."
Judge Black looked away and nodded slightly: "Get ready to land."
The collision of guns and swords sounded from the communication channel, and the twelve Twilight candidates approached the silent mansion in groups of three. The Overlords were lurking on the building across the street and had set up sniper rifles. The heavenly masters have also secretly brewed their spirituality and can create turbulence of elements at any time to interfere with the battlefield.
Jiang Ziye sat in the car with a lollipop in his mouth, stroking the walkie-talkie in his hand.
In this operation, he was in command on the spot, so his status was naturally different.
In fact, among the younger generation of the Jiang family, he is not that dazzling.
Mainly because his parents died young. Even when he was still alive, he was the top genius in the family, but because of his rebelliousness, he was not liked by the old family leader. He was left as an only son and was naturally ignored in the family. Fortunately, he has a good personality, is harmless to humans and animals, and has no aggression. Even though he has outstanding talents, he always keeps a low profile. He also has a good relationship with his brothers and sisters. More importantly, he is obedient and listens to his elders.
Obedient children will always have candy.
Of course, another reason is that he has a high IQ.
The current mission has a 100% success rate.
Otherwise, this kind of on-the-spot command action would not be his turn at all.
"You can't let your grandfather down."
Jiang Ziye said into the intercom: "Let's do it."
The roar of helicopters sounded overhead.
The two judges are landing.
With a bang, a blazing white flash illuminated the night without warning, like a star being ignited and then exploding. The extreme light almost enveloped the entire street, especially the sublimated ones with the ability to perceive. His consciousness seemed to be suspended, and even his thinking was briefly stagnant.
"Target is evacuating!"
"Repeat, target is evacuating!"
"Alchemy flash bomb, the opponent has prepared an alchemy flash bomb!"
Alchemical flash bombs are also a special combat weapon invented in modern times, mainly because the raw materials are extremely scarce and the production process is also quite demanding. With current technology, we can only rely on probability.
That is luck.
Since there is no way to deal with it in all major ways at present, it is extremely precious.
"The alchemy flash bomb only lasts for one minute at most."
The black judge's voice was hoarse, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
Judge Bai gritted his teeth and said: "The old master has an order to kill without mercy!"
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Jing Ci held the cup of cool coffee and looked down at the long street under the rooftop.
On the busy road, ghost-like shadows sprinted one after another. The speed of the force was enough to give them the ability to travel through time and space, enough to leave behind all the cars rushing on the road, even super sports cars. It is difficult to catch up with such a terrifying speed. This is the advantage of the ghost-slaying path.
Tokyo was not peaceful tonight. Because of the attack by the experimental subjects, the vast majority of citizens chose to drive away from the city. Some rushed to Chiba Prefecture, while others fled directly to Yokohama and Kamakura. Fortunately, the traffic roads in this city are developed enough, and the road congestion is not serious at present. Everyone is trying to escape.
The so-called traffic rules have become a decoration in the face of life and death.
Gu Jianlin and Su Youzhu shuttled through the traffic like ghosts, looming.
It's about two kilometers away from Shinjuku Station.
If it was just a short-term attack, then any means of transportation would be a drag on them.
The problem is that their battery life is problematic.
Even if you carry enough spiritual secret medicine, the Speed Force cannot be maintained forever.
Because you will always be tired.
The blessing of the Speed Force can calculate algorithms.
Suppose your 100-meter dash speed is fifteen seconds.
And when you have the first level of the Speed Force, you will be blessed with 10% speed.
What if you don't have to run, but walk.
It takes you 100 seconds to cover 100 meters. Even if you are given a speed of 10%, it will still be a crawl.
Now one minute has almost passed, and the dazzling light is about to go out.
They are running out of time.
"Killing, are you crazy?"
The mysterious man said in disbelief: "You have to know, this is Tokyo, and the Hermitage doesn't know how many hidden secrets are buried here. You also know how powerful Jiang Chunyang is. He has betrayed the world of order and is still alive and well. People, and the one who cooperates with him is even...Buzhou Shan!"
When he uttered the last three words, the mysterious man emphasized his tone.
"I know."
Jing Ci looked away and smiled slightly: "So what do you mean?"
The mysterious man looked at him deeply and said in a stern tone: "I hope you can take the two little guys and leave quickly. This is not a problem at all for you, right?"
Jing Ci was stunned, shook his head and laughed: "I'm not here to save my junior brother."
This time it was the mysterious man's turn to be stunned.
"My junior brother is not as weak as you think, and he has never needed me to save him. Tonight is actually a rare opportunity for him. After all, the world has always underestimated him."
Jing Ci said softly: "I'm here to collect debt today."
The mysterious man's pupils suddenly contracted.
Jing Ci said calmly: "With the skills of your secret organization, it shouldn't be difficult to find out my past. You should know exactly where I was born, what I have experienced, and who I have loved."
He took out a mobile phone from his hand.
This is an ancient mobile phone, the earliest version of Nokia, probably only one or two versions more advanced than PHS. It is covered with rough scratches and is full of traces of time. It has been used for at least twenty years.
The most important thing is that the phone keeps making calls.
The time displayed above has stopped beating, and a long series of numbers fills the entire screen.
This is a call that has been made for who knows how long.
"Don't worry, the person on the other end of the phone can't hear anything. She has been sleeping for ten years. If nothing happens, she won't wake up before I die. I went to Lishan Tianyan Pavilion to visit me three days ago. I passed by her and bought her her favorite canned yellow peach. I also opened a can, but it was a little too sweet for me."
Jing Ci picked up the old Nokia and said softly: "I promised you that I won't mess around after you fall asleep, but sometimes I still get angry when I think about the past."
"So even if I did do something, you don't know."
He smiled silently: "If you can, wake up and quarrel with me."
There was no reply on the phone, only the sound of quiet breathing came, like the drifting wind.
Jing Ci was not disappointed and silently put away his phone.
He knew how long she would be asleep, and that was an insurmountable amount of time for him.
It is a natural chasm, an eternal farewell, and a limit that cannot be reached in this life.
He has long accepted the reality.
The mysterious man looked at him silently.
For someone like Jing Ci, the shadows naturally have information about him.
As we all know, Jing Ci once fought through the entire dusk on his own.
But few people know why he did this.
In fact, this matter is related to the coffin secret technique mastered by the dark world.
Because this kind of secret technique should be taboo in the Order World and Tianyan Pavilion, and it is impossible to spread it to outsiders.
How did the Dark World obtain the coffin secret technique?
This is a story that is too old.
Even with the mysterious man's ability, he only knew a rough idea.
At the beginning, Lishan Tianyan Pavilion was conducting a very important experiment. Once successful, it would be able to create a coffin dominated by the ancient gods. It was an unprecedentedly powerful life that could even rewrite the history of two races.
The probability of success of this experiment is very slim, but there is no risk to both experimental subjects.
Even if the experiment fails, it is nothing more than sleeping for a while.
The problem is that no one thought that this experiment was sabotaged midway.
Eventually it led to irreversible consequences.
Apart from the two parties involved, the biggest victim was the man in a suit and tie in front of him.
"Jiang Chunyang, long time no see."
Jing Ci put away his phone and stretched out his right hand towards the dark night.
Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, and the arrogant ghosts and gods seemed to be looking down at the city, revealing their ferocious faces. The criss-crossing lightning bolts danced like demons, like the sharp horns of a devil.
He suppressed the city and no one dared challenge his authority.
"You are not the Supreme One, you should not show off your power in front of me."
His index finger and thumb came together, like an ancient Buddha holding flowers: "Come."
Jing Ci said softly.
The world is as silent as death.
The night wind howled.
Flying sand and flying rocks.
Dark fog filled the air.
The quiet time and space seemed to fall into a quagmire, and the sky suddenly collapsed!
A green ancient dragon soared into the sky, and the void was easily torn apart like a fragile mirror. Spider-web-like cracks filled the dark night. The world resounded with a shattering sound, collapsing and dislocating!
There are few such ancient and majestic creatures in the world. He was born with a pair of dragon horns burning with green flames. His ferocious face was covered with bony protrusions. Dark blue scales grew all over his body. He spewed out blazing steam between opening and closing, and his dragon tail was crisscrossed. A strong wind arose during the swing, dragging the blazing tail flame like a shooting star!
Those blood-red vertical pupils seemed to have a panoramic view of the world. Like a burning meteorite, he rushed up to the extreme reaches of the sky, tearing apart the obstructing clouds and mists, breaking through the endless darkness, and crashing into black clouds. !
The ghosts and gods above the clouds were swallowed up in one bite, and the sky above Tokyo echoed with old and angry roars!
boom!
The roar of Qinglong is like a world-destroying thunder, echoing over Tokyo!
The world is filled with violent dragon roars!
The coffee cup shattered on the rooftop.
Jing Ji raised his blood-red eyes. This gentle man finally showed his antiquity and violence at this moment. His expensive suit was torn apart in the roaring wind, like a ghost or a god!
The mysterious man was shocked and speechless.
It turns out that this is Jing Ci’s method.
Since you can't find where the singing is, you might as well not look for it.
Because his dragon roar is enough to drown out all the sounds in this world.
It is naturally impossible for the Lord Zhulong to come to Tokyo to sing.
Then the singing must be a recorded imitation.
For someone like Jing Ci, there is nothing to fear!
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