At dawn, the military advisor stood on the broken viaduct, looking at the burn marks on the asphalt road, and sighed: "This third gentleman is really ridiculously strong. How did he win this?"
You Ming gently raised his foot and stepped on it. The road ahead looked as fragile as if it had been weathered for thousands of years, crumbling into dust.
They could not continue to move forward, not because of any special reason, but because the road ahead was completely decayed and weathered. Everything seemed to be intact, but in fact it was already fragile.
A powerful law force once appeared on the viaduct, causing this phenomenon.
"I didn't expect that Judge Bai would betray us and be transformed into an experimental subject. The person inhabiting her body is a saint-level ancestor. A being of this level will release the ancient divine language at all costs. Theoretically, it can instantly kill all existences below the holy realm level. However, the third gentleman survived."
He squatted on the ground, pinched the weathered dust, and narrowed his eyes: "At that time, there was a very powerful force that blocked our peek. Even if that force dissipates, we cannot review it. Is this the handiwork of the eldest lady?"
Not only them, there were also two members of Dusk present.
The famous goofy duo, Nebula and Ghost Eyes.
"Do we really want to stay here?"
Ghost Eyes was shrouded in black robes and shivering: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"
Xingyun was wearing a pink dress that was swaying in the wind. She raised her hand to straighten the broken hair on her forehead. She opened her moist and lively eyes and asked curiously: "Senior, what are you afraid of?"
In the headset communication, Jiang Mingyan sneered and said indifferently: "Are you two really stupid or pretending to be stupid? If we don't have to deal with people from the Order World, why do we come here so early in the morning?"
As the strongest overlord of the Twilight Organization, she has been operating alone recently and is responsible for remote positions.
Of course, that's not entirely the reason.
Most importantly, she also wanted to confirm the specific battle situation.
The battle last night really made her feel incredible, because the seventeen-year-old boy from Fengcheng really showed his strong fighting will and overwhelming strength, completed the most incredible level-crossing challenge in history, and even successfully blocked An ancestor gave a decisive blow and finally escaped completely.
Even the young Qing and Chi could not achieve such an impressive record.
No matter how amazing and talented Qing and Chi were back then, they would never be able to defeat the Holy Realm by leapfrogging over.
The gap between the extraordinary level and the super-dimensional level is not too big.
The threshold of the Holy Realm level is a chasm that cannot be crossed for the vast majority of ascendants in their lifetime.
As a son-in-law, this kind of person is impeccable.
Even Jiang Mingyan had to admit that that boy's future was immeasurable.
As long as he doesn't die young, he will definitely become an unparalleled powerhouse at the level of the president of the Ether Association.
The problem is that the two sides have different positions.
The world of order and the world of darkness are completely opposite, and Qing and Chi are mortal enemies in faith and philosophy.
This is an irreconcilable contradiction.
A military helicopter roared and landed on the broken viaduct. The strong wind blew up and rippled the water on the ground. As the ripples rippled, there was a vague murderous intent.
Boom.
The sky lit up with a brilliant golden color, as if the gate to the Kingdom of God had opened. The clouds were burned into a dazzling fiery red, as if they were burning. There was a faint sound like the roar of ancient bells, echoing throughout the city.
The realm of heaven and man.
Lingdong silently walked down the ladder of the helicopter. This tall and burly man looked like an angry tantric king. His eyes were burning with brilliant red gold. He had improved after experiencing the battle to guard the Sea of Eternal Life. , now the realm of heaven and man he exerts can also cover the entire city, vaguely possessing the style of a president.
The second person to walk down was Han Jing. She had just returned from the headquarters of the Baqi Society. Her long windbreaker was still dripping with blood. She had obviously experienced a bloody battle and had killed an unknown number of people.
There was an evil spirit in the corners of her eyes and brows, and even the wind became cold when she appeared.
The third person is the Night Sword Saint. The old man's sword is also dripping with blood and glowing with shocking blood red.
The night watchmen and the high-ranking officials of the Tribunal came down one after another and gathered behind them.
A girl carrying a guitar case stood silently in the wind, her long white hair swaying like snow, and her black skirt flying, like a lone lotus blooming on a snowy cliff, cold and aloof.
"Hell, the people from the Ether Association are really here!"
Gui Yan was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "What should I do? Run or not?"
Xingyun said cutely: "Senior, you don't seem to have given us a second choice, right?"
You Ming was silent for a moment. He had to admit that the current dark world was full of weird things. He would lose control at the critical moment and could not maintain his appearance at all, which made him, the CEO, very embarrassed.
I think he also rebelled from the world of order.
I want to inherit the king's faith and revive the dark world.
I didn’t expect that after many years of business, I would have this kind of stuff at my disposal.
"Don't worry, don't be afraid, I have my own sense of discretion."
When the military advisor saw such a battle, he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he relaxed and said, "It seems that the third gentleman only has this weight. He looks quite intimidating, but in fact he is not a threat."
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Even Lin Dong, as the vice president, seemed unable to put pressure on him.
Not to mention those members of the Inquisition and the Night's Watch.
He looked across the crowd and stared at the white-haired girl for a while, his eyes admiring.
"They are just some people who are willing to sell out. The only one who can destroy us all has not grown up yet, and we will be safe for at least ten years. No matter what the Ethereum Association wants to do today, we will not let them get paid. As you wish. We want them to know whose territory Tokyo is!" The military advisor said plausibly.
He seemed confident and sure of victory.
For a moment, the rainwater was lightly stepped on, and ripples spread out.
Someone walked across the devastated viaduct indifferently. Her steps were so light, yet as heavy as thunder. Her dark brown windbreaker was fluttering in the strong wind, giving her a majestic momentum.
The cold and majestic face was without any makeup, and the crimson at the corner of the eye was as rich as blood.
So majestic.
Such chilling.
Plop.
The military advisor's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.
When You Ming saw that woman, his eyes shrank slightly.
"Commander, why are you kneeling?"
Ghost Eyes was shocked: "Didn't you ask us to give them some color to see?"
Xingyun quickly tried to help him up and said seriously: "Commander, stand up, you godfather!"
"Are you so damn blind?"
The military advisor growled angrily and waved his hand to signal them to retreat: "Forget it, leave me alone, just let me kneel like this. To be honest, I miss the embrace of Mother Earth a little bit..."
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boom!
The Toyota Alfa crashed onto the pavement like a buffalo against a telephone pole.
"What kind of crap is so difficult to open?"
Skylark slapped the steering wheel in anger, breaking the base.
"Fortunately, the city has been shut down yesterday because of the riot by the experimental subjects. Otherwise, we would definitely be arrested by the traffic police now, and the enemy would immediately know our movements." Gu Jianlin sat slumped in the co-pilot, bleeding. His clothes had been stained red, and even the seat was covered in blood.
"admire."
He gave a thumbs up: "You can't even drive a car?"
Yunque grabbed the steering wheel that she had photographed and remained silent for a long time.
"Do you feel that you are inflated because you have surpassed a level and defeated a saint-level magician?"
After being silent for a long time, Yunque glanced sideways at him indifferently, her pretty face covered with frost, and said coldly: "Or do you think it's great that you have fused two ancient divine languages?"
Gu Jianlin laughed silently: "I just hope you can drive well."
Yunque glared at him angrily: "I've worked very hard. If you can't hold it any longer, you can take a nap."
Originally this kind of thing should be done by the male priest, but because he was seriously injured, she did it for him.
I didn’t expect to be picky here.
Logically speaking, the sequelae after the ancient deification were so severe that he should have been in a coma long ago.
I don’t know what keeps him going until now.
Just as Gu Jianlin was about to say something, he covered his lips and coughed painfully again, because there was not much blood in his body, so what he coughed up were bloody visceral fragments, which were stained with shocking red in his palms.
He took a big breath with difficulty, and his vision was already tinged with red. He took out a bottle of secret healing medicine from the Qilin Wedge, raised his head and poured it into his throat, and the cool medicine flowed into his body like spring water.
The sequelae of ancient deification are irreversible.
Especially after using the ancient divine language, he would have fallen asleep on the spot in the past, but now he is at the fifth level, and his body and soul are stronger, so he can survive until now.
The secret healing medicine only makes you feel better, not the symptoms, but the root cause.
"What will happen if you are forced to become an ancient deity in the real world?"
Skylark stared at his side face and asked softly.
Gu Jianlin was panting while holding the car window, cold sweat had soaked his whole body, and his voice was hoarse: "If you can't fight with others for a long time, your spirituality will not recover again. You will feel that all the bones in your body are broken, and your organs are broken." It will also gradually fail, and every cell will hurt. You won't die, but it will be no different from death."
He whispered: "This should be called life worse than death."
Skylark casually threw the steering wheel out of the window and asked casually: "Where is the soul?"
"Tearing pain."
Gu Jianlin leaned on his seat weakly and whispered: "There are still endless nightmares."
Skylark knew that he was a boy trapped in a dream.
The burning sky, the endless storm, the oncoming trucks, the terrifying Suzaku clan.
That was his dream demon, and it still imprisoned him inside.
This was probably the reason why he didn't dare to fall into coma.
"I have to admit, you are much stronger than I thought."
Skylark rarely commented: "Last night was very dangerous, thanks to you."
Gu Jianlin's breathing made a sound like a broken bellows. He looked at the girl's stunning face in the rearview mirror, but he didn't feel very moved. Instead, he said calmly: "It's dangerous, I don't think so? I really don't think so." I feel like you don’t know anything and you fell into the trap set by the Priory so easily.”
"I'm more inclined to think that you did it on purpose. While you were searching for the past, you were also identifying your enemies."
His voice grew fainter and he whispered, "You're using me."
His last voice was so weak that it was barely audible, but it contained no emotion at all.
The skylark looked at the clear sky after the rain, and a brilliant rainbow streaked across the horizon, giving it a hazy halo.
"Would you be angry if I was really using you?"
she said softly.
Gu Jianlin was silent for a moment, his eyes lowered: "I don't mind, as long as I can deal with the Hermitage."
His consciousness gradually fell into a dark abyss, but his hands were clenched tightly, and the nails that were not very sharp were deeply embedded in his palms. There was a faint trace of blood flowing out. Who knows where he got the strength.
Even though he has reached this point, he still refuses to fall asleep.
So stubborn.
There was a change in Skylark's eyes.
She finally put away the fun and ridicule of the past, and was no longer as naive or angry as a girl. There was a touch of arrogance and awe in her charming and beautiful eyes, as if she was far away in the horizon, aloof and majestic.
Gu Jianlin was right.
Skylark is indeed using him to deal with the enemy in the darkness.
She was showing weakness to the enemy and was not using her full strength.
She is learning.
Also imitating.
Because she is a brand new life, like a newborn, knowing nothing about herself.
She is indeed strong, so strong that she can be called the strongest in the world.
Even the president and the Blue King, she was not afraid at all.
The problem is that she cannot understand this kind of life, let alone her own abilities.
Yes, she will not become an ancient god.
Not to mention the ancient divine language.
To be precise, she didn't know how to use the power of the ancient gods in the real world.
The forbidden power that Gu Jianlin naturally mastered seemed so incredible to her.
"So it turns out that what you rely on is not skill, but instinct?"
Yunque Danmo said: "An instinct derived from strong willpower? Even if you and the enemy are killed, you will never take a step back. For you, just taking a step back is equivalent to admitting defeat. You will not live long if you are so proud."
Gu Jianlin couldn't answer her words. He curled up in the seat like a child. The dream demon had spread in his mind, like a demon trying to devour the deepest part of his consciousness, the seventeen-year-old boy.
Skylark was silent for a moment, then raised his delicate white right hand.
There is no such perfect hand in the world.
The skin is as crystal clear as jade, the lines are slender and smooth, and the red manicure is gorgeous.
The back of the plain white hand is almost transparent, with cyan veins vaguely visible.
Yunque roughly grabbed his collar, pulled him into her arms, put her clenched right hand to his lips, pierced the palm with her nails, squeezed out the bright red blood, and fed it to him.
This is dragon marrow liquid.
After Gu Jianlin used the ancient divine language in Heiyun City Walled City, he used dragon marrow liquid to recover.
Skylark peeked into his memory and found out that the dragon marrow liquid was his own blood.
It turns out that her blood also has this effect.
Such a useful male priest can not only help her deal with her enemies, but also learn from him.
Kill two birds with one stone.
But we can't let it go to waste like this.
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The Kuroya Residence in Chiyoda District echoed with crazy roars of filial piety. The housekeeper and servants stood outside the wall and shivered. The cherry blossoms in the sky were blown by the wind and scattered on the stone steps.
Someone walked over, crushing the cherry blossoms on the ground, and the strong smell of blood was so overwhelming.
The housekeeper of this mansion is at the Holy Domain level, and the strength of the servants has reached the sixth level. At this moment, they are as motionless as sculptures, as if the time and space they are in has been frozen, and even their thinking has stagnated.
He was a handsome and upright mixed-race man. Half of his white shirt was stained with blood. He was holding a soaked handkerchief in both hands and wiping the blood between his fingers. It was so bloody and yet so elegant.
He stretched out his hand, pressed it on the closed door, and pushed hard.
There was a squeak.
The door opened.
The yard was already in a mess. The old man smashed the tea sets and porcelain on the ground like crazy. The ground was full of torn precious calligraphy and paintings and smashed ancient cultural relics. These priceless antiquities were now turned into garbage.
"who?"
Jiang Chunyang raised his head and shouted filial piety, his eyes filled with angry scarlet bloodshot eyes.
"Good morning."
Jing Ci said with a smile.
