The storm stopped abruptly.
The world in front of Jing Ci once again turned into black and white, and the spiritual dryness almost made him faint. He staggered back a few steps, barely holding on to the wall, leaving scarlet palm prints.
There is no noise in the quiet world, and time no longer flows here, as if it lasts forever.
The ancestor of Lu Shu stood in front of him blankly. After the majestic power dissipated, she seemed to have turned into a cold and arrogant girl. Her delicate face lost a trace of indifference and became more childish, just like before.
Countless raindrops suspended in mid-air reflected her face, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
Ji Zichuan was half-kneeling on the ground, as motionless as a sculpture.
The forbidden art of the formless world is not essentially a field, but uses supreme power to reproduce the independent time and space of a certain moment, modify the past causes, and then feed back the future effects. Therefore, the people and objects appearing here are not real, but more like black and white films captured, and the moment is eternity.
"call."
Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared from the rooftop in an instant.
When he appeared again, he was already on the empty long street.
Xingyun and Guiyan were still kneeling on the ground, Jiang Ze still maintained his roaring posture, and Tang Yun passed out on the street.
Jing Ci passed them by and finally came to the young man.
Gu Jianlin's eyes shone with a fierce golden color, but there were noble and evil horns growing on the top of his head. The dark jade mask was half condensed, but it still had a ferocious and forbidding feeling.
He held the white-haired girl in his arms and looked stubbornly at the sky.
"Thank you, you can also let me see her original appearance again."
Jing Ci showed a relieved smile and said softly: "The way you looked when you came back from Shenxu looked exactly like me back then. In fact, it's not a big deal to be deceived by a bad woman. After all... I have been deceived too."
When he said this, even he couldn't help but laugh.
Jing Ji raised a finger, smeared blood on his eyebrows, stuffed a folded letter into his pocket, and said calmly: "This is the last thing I leave you, remember to protect it in the future. A good teacher. Even though he is a free-wheeling education to you, in fact he still loves you very much."
"A man must walk his own path after all."
Jing Ci smiled silently: "It's a pity that I can't see who you will choose in the end."
It’s hard to imagine that he looks like he’s going to die at any moment, yet he’s still thinking about gossip.
Jing Ci patted the young man on the shoulder and passed him by.
In an instant, Jing Ci returned to the rooftop of Haitian Tower again. This time he pulled out a dark sword from the void, walked towards the figure in the white dress in the wind and rain, and hugged her gently.
At this moment, countless strange spells spread from his body and touched the woman in his arms.
"I promised back then that if you really lose control, I will stop you."
He said calmly: "But I also promised you that no matter what you become, I will never kill you."
What should we do with such contradictory promises?
Of course, the ancestor of Lushu would not answer him. After all, this was just the moment she was recorded.
"If the test that fate has given me is to choose between you and this world, then I think I have given you my answer. I have connected you and me, and from now on... please give me your advice. ." Jing Ci hugged her, holding the dark sword in his hand, and suddenly pierced her chest.
Of course, it also ran through his own chest.
The formless world collapsed.
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When Ji Zichuan raised his head, it happened to be clear after the rain and the sun was shining.
On the rooftop of Haitian Tower, the man and woman hugging each other were penetrated by a dark blade. Thousands of strands of silk grew out of thin air, wrapping around their bodies and eventually forming a pure white cocoon.
The sunlight falls on the cocoon, crystal clear.
As a ninth-level Zhuyin God, he could naturally feel the pressure that shrouded the entire city dissipate. As expected, the pseudo-ancestors of the Baize clan had stopped their actions.
Because no one can continue to control them.
The man won.
As a mortal, he successfully defeated the gods.
But the situation in front of him made him feel strange and confused.
"Are they dead? No, not even dead."
He murmured: "I see, the soul-binding lock has the effect of linking the souls of the enemy and ourselves, synchronizing injuries and states. The Ten-Fist Sword, self-sealing, imprisons consciousness in a cage. If you want to seal an ancestor, The Ten Fists Sword was not enough, so I changed a method, sealing myself first, and then copying the state to the opponent. It is indeed clever. In the field of alchemy, you are using yourself as a sacrifice to seal the enemy. .”
Ji Zichuan has a lot of experience. It only took him a minute to figure out the key points and the specific operation method at the extraordinary level. He couldn't help but be shocked.
Jing Ci fulfilled his promise back then.
Not only did he protect his beloved girl, but he also protected the world.
The world has a lot of misunderstandings about this man.
He is not a bloodthirsty demon, but a noble king.
Bang.
The iron door to the rooftop was kicked open.
Gu Jianlin, who was soaked all over, broke in from the safe passage and saw the crystal cocoon in the sunshine.
He was stunned. If he hadn't been able to hear the rhythm of life, he would have almost thought that his senior brother was dead.
"Don't worry, he's fine."
Ji Zikawa leaned tiredly against the rooftop wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter and lit it, puffing out the smoke: "But don't think about pulling out the Ten Fist Sword, otherwise you will fight to the death today." It's all in vain. I feel that your senior brother is doing well now, and his consciousness is within the barrier of the Ten Fist Sword."
Gu Jianlin was stunned.
When the aura of the ancestor of Lu Shu dissipated, his first reaction was to rush up to see how his senior brother was doing.
After all, the opponent is an ancient ancestor who has mastered the third method, and it is very likely that both sides will suffer losses.
"The ancestor of Lushu was also sealed?"
he asked tentatively.
Ji Zichuan smoked a cigarette and hummed: "His soul is with your senior brother's soul."
Gu Jianlin originally thought that this was a script about falling in love and killing each other, and it had a strong sense of tragedy.
But that doesn't seem to be the case right now.
Although I don’t know when my senior brother will wake up, there is always a chance as long as he is not dead.
After all, my senior brother didn't suffer from some terminal illness and died soon.
As long as one of your own can defeat the ancestor of the third method, he can be awakened.
No, that's not right.
Senior brother's deeper intention in doing this is to protect the ancestor of Lushu!
Because he forcibly merged with the third method, he will die soon.
And the seal can delay it for an infinite time.
What's more, the senior brother and the ancestor are trapped in the barrier of the Ten Fist Sword, and they may not want to come out.
In this way, senior brother gave his own explanation for the choice of fate, and it was very simple and crude.
I don't care if you are a human or an ancient god, I will not let you endanger this world. But I won't kill you. Since you have denied all your previous feelings, I want you to stay with me.
Gu Jianlin was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt that someone had stuffed a letter into his pocket.
Just as he was about to open the letter, he felt a burning sensation on his forehead.
An overwhelming illusion descends.
In the dark, Gu Jianlin seemed to see a gorgeous woman sitting high on the throne. The index fingers and thumbs of her hands were intertwined and closed together, as if she could glimpse the whole world from that insignificant gap!
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Deep Blue Biotechnology, in the laboratory on the top floor.
The pale corpse was like a puppet that had run out of springs, frozen in place, motionless.
And his hands seemed to be only a thin line away from the two old thieves in the wheelchair.
After the Baize clan lost the ancestor of Lushu, those despicable pseudo-ancestors created by the third method no longer have anyone to control them. They all stopped acting like puppets, including the supreme consciousness.
After all, matter determines consciousness, and it also works in the supernatural world.
You can't move your body anymore, your consciousness is useless.
"I finally caught up."
Jiang Yanli showed a mysterious smile and said lightly: "It scared me."
"Ah."
Huaiyin said calmly: "Who is not?"
They were all sitting in wheelchairs without any extra movement, but the whole laboratory was shaking. The glassware was shaking crazily, the dark blue was swaying with ripples, a tsunami-like roar sounded in the mercury pool, and the ancient stone tablets were shaking. It collapsed inch by inch, as if playing a grand symphony!
"are you ready?"
"certainly."
The King of Blue and the King of Red plunged the reagent into their own hearts at the same time. The mist of nothingness from the third method flowed into their bodies, and the two supreme laws of Zhuzhao and Youying merged deep in their consciousness.
Boom!
Their breathing suddenly changed, and the light of the candlelight law rose into the sky and penetrated the dome.
Not only that, the monster's roar sounded in the silence, and a majestic black shadow rose from the ground!
Huaiyin's fierce golden eyes were as majestic as a god's, his white hair gradually dyed into a noble dark blue, noble horns sprouted from the top of his head, and an evil sapphire mask condensed out of thin air, as majestic as an emperor.
The wheelchair suddenly shattered, but he was suspended in mid-air, breathing heaven and earth, overlooking the world.
A unicorn with a golden glow roared deep in his eyes.
Jiang Yanli also raised a pair of eyes that looked like flowing lava. His pale hair was dyed a shocking red, strange dragon horns sprouted from his head, and his blood-colored mask proliferated and spread, like a demon.
He laughed so loudly that the glassware in the entire laboratory exploded and the wheelchair was torn apart!
His laughter was so high-pitched, it sounded like the roar of a dragon!
"It's been two hundred years."
The hoarse laughter of the senior brothers echoed in the terrifying roar.
"Let's go and take a tour of the Magic City."
(End of chapter)
