Kabukicho Ichiban Street, the largest red-light district in Asia, is burning with flames. The asphalt pavement is riddled with lava-like blood. Thick smoke rises from the potholes, and fog fills the darkness.
The heavy rain floated silently in the silent world. Every drop of rain was crystal clear, reflecting the man walking in the flames and his blood-stained white shirt, which was spotless white and shockingly red.
Mixed together, it packs a punch.
At Jing Ci's level, he has mastered the realm of frozen space and time, and even the world is silent wherever he goes along the way, as if he is afraid of disturbing his memories.
"It's been such a long time. How many years have I not seen you? Ten or fifteen years?"
He looked around at the broken long street. On the street were huge dragon corpses that were torn apart, like huge corpses neatly divided by machines. The cut surfaces of the wounds were smooth, and the blood gurgled out and gathered into a river.
The last pseudo-ancestor was nailed to the wall with a black sword. His hood had fallen off, revealing an inhumanly handsome face. His skin was as crystal clear as white jade, but it was strangely pale.
The black sword actually drank his blood like a living creature, with angry scarlet lines appearing on the blade.
This pseudo-ancestor actually showed a strong sense of humanity, just like an ordinary human woman: "I thought you had not made any progress over the years. It seems that our judgment was wrong. You are a creation of our clan, so how could you Stagnating? When you really break free from the shackles, it will undoubtedly become a natural disaster, right?"
The rain was broken, and the howling wind was forcibly torn apart.
Jing Ci came up to him, raised his hand and strangled his neck, and said indifferently: "A creation of your clan?"
"I saw you when you were little."
The pseudo-ancestor smiled strangely, raised his eyes and stared at his face, and even wanted to reach out and touch him.
The so-called pseudo-ancestor is essentially a by-product of the secret art of transplanting flowers and trees. The principle is to use the human body as a container to carry the consciousness and power of the ancient gods, which is equivalent to a disguised form of seizing the body.
Some containers contain a new ancestor.
An excellent container can hold an ancient ancestor.
The experimental subjects that appeared in Tokyo also followed the same principle, but the methods were more crude and the creations were relatively inferior.
That is the difference between permanent and one-time.
As for the Ether Association's coffin plan, it is a forbidden secret technique for creating a new species. It can cause the human body to undergo a special kind of personality split, and it has the souls of humans and ancient gods at the same time. It is a new life.
Jing Ci didn't know the name of the pseudo-ancestor in front of him, but he was sure that he had seen him thousands of years ago. He raised his blood-red vertical pupils and said indifferently: "You have seen me and survived, then you should be very good." Strong. Your strength corresponds to the rank of a human being, and there should be an eighth level. You are the Dragon Attendant of the Canglong Ancestor, what is your rank?"
"sixth."
The pseudo-ancestor opened his bright red lips and said softly: "My name is..."
Jing Ci's right hand suddenly tightened, causing his unfinished words to get stuck in his throat.
"I don't care about the name of a corpse and I won't see it again."
He looked down from a high position and said indifferently: "I know that after you are killed, your soul will return to Mount Buzhou and undergo eight thousand years of rebirth. You might as well tell your master if he interferes with my junior brother's life again. If this happens...even if it happens only once, I will personally break through the gate of Buzhou Mountain."
At this moment, the pseudo-ancestor's eyes were filled with angry and scarlet bloodshot eyes.
"You know, I've put up with this for too long."
Jing Ci said softly.
The pseudo-ancestor struggled forcefully, with a hoarse and ferocious voice: "That's because your junior brother took away people who shouldn't have been taken away! You don't even know what kind of great life, her existence will only destroy the two worlds!"
It is a life that everyone in Buzhou Mountain is afraid of. The Canglong Ancestor who is closest to the supreme level of combat power is afraid of it. It can even make an ancient pseudo-ancestor lose his temper like this. No matter how you think about it, it is extremely dangerous.
Jing Ci said indifferently: "I don't care. When you reincarnate next time, remember to find a stronger host body."
With a click, the false ancestor's head was torn off by him, and blood spurted into the sky.
Jing Ci indifferently stopped his hand and let the headless corpse fall into a pool of blood.
The singing didn't stop, and he still needed to suppress it with the dragon's roar at all times.
In other words, none of the twelve pseudo-ancestors from Buzhou Mountain were the carriers of singing.
Including the Dragon Attendant of the Canglong Ancestor.
However, at that moment, a fleeting ghost shadow flashed behind him, and the cold blade drew a strange and dangerous arc, suddenly piercing through his chest like lightning, splashing a cloud of blood!
boom!
The green dragon entrenched at the extreme end of the sky trembled violently, and the roar that penetrated the heaven and earth actually stopped for a moment.
Jing Ci groaned, broke the blade that penetrated his chest with his backhand, turned around and threw the broken pieces out.
As an eighth-level ghost-killing path, Zhu Ming's speed force domain can almost break free of the shackles of time, so his movements are completed in one go, and even the afterimages left behind are fragmented.
The half-cut knife pierced through the air, penetrated the fleeting afterimage, and was suddenly nailed to the wall across the street.
Unfortunately, it did not hurt the other party, leaving only a fragment of clothes.
The ghostly black shadow had disappeared without a trace, and even the broken knife remained in his body.
Jing Ci casually pulled out the broken knife from his chest, and the wound healed silently.
This kind of injury is not fatal to him at all, but there are very few people in this world who can sneak attack him, and there are no more than five known people. The mysterious man just now had a way to kill ghosts. He was able to get close to him in the civil war, and he was able to successfully give him a knife, and he was even able to escape unscathed.
interesting.
Jing Ci turned around and looked in the direction of Shibuya. There was no doubt that this was a game done by the Hermitage. Every link was coordinated perfectly, and even the people who were dedicated to dealing with him had appeared.
Even if it’s just to create a second.
One second is enough for the enemy to do a lot of things.
Like letting the singing sound again.
Junior brother's battlefield is a foregone conclusion, and no matter what he does, it is already too late.
Jing Ci silently rolled up his sleeves and looked at the white shirt stained red with blood.
What I was thinking about was who else could I kill tonight.
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Skylark raised his delicate white right hand, and thousands of violent arcs gathered in his palm, suddenly condensing into a blazing thunder sword. The blade was so hot and sharp that it tore through the turbulent elemental currents.
With a slash of the sword, the silent time and space was forcibly torn apart. The terrifying cracks penetrated the darkness, accompanied by the flickering of countless broken time and space gaps, floating like the fragments of a broken mirror. It was so beautiful.
Boom, time and space shattered.
In the frozen time and space, Judge Black could only watch as he was torn apart by a sword. A fine blood mark opened from the center of his eyebrows until it spread to his entire body, and finally fell apart like a corpse.
Blood rain poured from the sky, and countless swaying mandala flowers bloomed when they fell on the ground.
"Miss..."
The black judge's sigh echoed in the silence.
He couldn't figure out how he died.
Especially the woman in front of him, who was clearly only at level 5 from the aura, how could she burst out with such great power? She could kill him instantly in less than a breath, but he couldn't do anything. Resistance, the spiritual thoughts and elemental turbulence that he relied on in the past were so fragile under her slashes.
Vulnerable.
What Black Judge couldn't understand even more was why the eldest lady appeared here.
And why kill him?
He remained loyal to the dark world throughout his life.
Not long ago, I was still contributing to the search for the eldest lady.
How could he be killed?
It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to think about this problem again.
Skylark casually pierced the long street with the thunder sword, and the blazing thunder exploded, blowing his body into ashes without even a trace of blood floating out. It can be said to be a real shattering of bones and ashes.
"Not here?"
She whispered softly.
It is obvious that the singing voice is not controlled by the Black Judge.
Even Skylark's future vision couldn't be seen clearly. She saw countless possibilities, but none of them could give her a definite answer, because the person involved in this matter was too high, the bloody Supreme.
She felt that she was already a perfect life, but she had to admit her current shortcomings.
That is, she doesn't know herself well enough to even exert her true power.
Naturally, he is not as good as the bloody Supreme.
"Oops."
Skylark suddenly turned around and galloped down the long street like a bloody lightning bolt, crashing through an apartment building, forcibly overturning the quaint and quiet backyard, and disrupting the violent storm in the sky.
Anyone can do the elimination method.
This team has been completely wiped out, and the aura of those disgusting pseudo-ancestors has also disappeared.
Then only Judge Bai is left.
There was a reason why Gu Jianlin stayed to deal with her. First of all, the ancient supreme status ensured that his spirit would not be disturbed in any way. Even a saint-level magician could not do anything to him unless he advanced to a demigod. .
This was originally the safest tactic, but now something went wrong.
Because the one who seems to be the weakest is actually the strongest.
She easily broke free from the shackles of time and space and traveled backwards in the torrent of time. In an instant, she followed the same scent and arrived at the viaduct. The majestic breath of the ancient gods filled the air and the golden flames burned.
The demon-like young man stood in the scorched earth, holding a bloody ghost sword in his hand.
However, Judge Bai had already been disemboweled, and a blood-stained dragon roared out of his body. The violent power of the dragon filled the air like a tidal wave, accompanied by ancient and obscure syllables, echoing like thunder in the world.
It is like a holy realm level power!
Such a fragile dragon power can be easily cracked if Skylark is at its peak.
Including the syllable He spoke.
Of course, with her current strength, it would be easy to instantly kill such a holy level player.
However, at the moment when Judge Bai died and fell to the ground, she gently shook the wind chime in her hand, and the ethereal and distant song resounded through the long river of time again, like a dragon's roar that penetrated the heaven and earth, resounding deep in the soul!
Boom!
Skylark put his hand on his forehead to suppress his soul that was about to go berserk.
At this moment, her world fell into a dark abyss, with only the blood-red ancient dragon rising into the sky. His body was so majestic and huge, swaying in the sea of blooming mandala flowers, as if performing a peerless dance.
There is a faint shadow of a girl in a red dress spinning in the sea of blood, her dancing posture is so graceful and elegant.
The hem of her skirt was swaying, the petals were swaying, and the wind was swaying.
It's like becoming one with her!
boom!
Skylark suddenly looked up at the sky. Her voice was no longer charming and ethereal, but sounded like a terrifying dragon's roar!
The majestic and cold blood-colored vertical pupils became thicker and seemed to be burning!
The shadow was suddenly stretched out, and her body was forced to appear, soaked by the heavy rain.
There was a cold laughter echoing in the dark.
That's Mr. Solomon's laugh!
The blood-stained dragon rushed towards him, its ice-blue vertical pupils full of ferocity and cruelty.
It's like trying to eat him alive!
Gu Jianlin stared helplessly at the blood-stained dragon rushing towards him. The ancient divine language that belonged to him had been liberated. The ancient realm was overwhelmingly covering all directions, and the world he was in was cooling down sharply.
This is a frozen world, the ultimate absolute zero. Once it is completely liberated, there will be no life in the realm.
This is the Priory's final resort, using the magician he crushed as bait.
The real killer move is hidden in the bait.
When Gu Jianlin thought he was going to win.
When he was sure that he had escaped from this dead situation and was completely safe.
When he thought he had completely crushed his opponent and got carried away in front of his proud record.
Murderous intent fell from the sky.
The Priory is not stupid. They must have carefully studied each of their opponents, because anyone who can discover its existence but is unwilling to join is the most dangerous person in the world.
Gu Jianlin, in particular, was particularly valued by them.
Although they don't know the specific reason, the Priory does know that he is basically immune to illusions.
Gu Jianlin held his breath because he knew that this was an ancient divine word from an ancestor.
And it's at the sanctuary level.
It can indeed pose a death threat to him.
The thing is, he never gets carried away.
At the critical moment, he suddenly put away the blood-red ghost sword.
The broken shadows regrouped in front of him. In the lingering black mist was a beautiful and indifferent face. There were bloody red noble dragon horns on the top of his head. A pair of strange blood vertical pupils were glowing with angry and ferocious bloodshot eyes, and his cheeks were burning. The dragon scales spread out like iron armor, with mysterious and deep lines.
The majestic Breath of the Ancient God rioted, and Shadow suddenly used Ancient God Transformation!
Gu Jianlin was originally in the state of ancient deification. At this moment, all he was thinking about was the man he met on the Penglai Island, which was the reflection of his future destiny.
He will never forget.
That man had cool golden pupils and blood-colored demonic vertical pupils.
So next.
Ancient syllables echo across heaven and earth.
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, and what echoed in his mind was the roar of the unicorn and the roar of the candle dragon penetrating the heaven and earth.
When he opened his eyes again, his left eye had a cool golden pupil, and his right eye had a strange bloody vertical pupil!
Shadow also opened his eyes, and the color deep in his pupils was exactly the same as his!
——The ancient divine words, liberation!
boom!
The ancient divine words of the two supreme beings were released at the same time. In the darkness, there seemed to be majestic phantoms of unicorns and candle dragons overlooking the heaven and earth. A huge and supreme realm suddenly swallowed up the entire world!
Yes, a realm.
Not two.
And the syllables he spit out were not two kinds.
But... one kind!
Happy New Year! That’s it for today, take a rest and come back tomorrow!
