The sky above the Central Spiritual Council has been shrouded in terrifying shadows. The rolling dark clouds are like a mother's nest gestating the fetus of disaster. The fierce electric light tears through the darkness like a blade. Time and space are broken and collapsed inch by inch. The original darkness of the universe is vaguely visible. The afterimage of him is accompanied by his dragon roar that reaches the sky and the earth.
Not only that, the violent elemental turbulence gathered like a storm, trying to engulf the blood-red ancient dragon.
This is a holy war.
The candle dragon and the nine-headed bird fell toward the sea in the collision and fight, splashing huge waves on the sea surface, and then passed through the center of the city at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and skyscrapers collapsed one after another.
Raging dust storms flooded the shattered streets like a tidal wave.
"How terrible."
Liuli sat in a wheelchair, looking weakly at the apocalyptic city.
This is of course not a traditional performing arts of the Taihua lineage, because the number five of the shadow department is indeed in poor health. He has to use a wheelchair whenever he goes out, and he is still receiving fluids on the back of his hands.
"He is making history."
Su Youxia said softly: "No one in history has come into contact with that secret person and has survived so far. Even someone as strong as the president will be calculated to death in the end. I don't know...whether he will make the same mistake again."
Jiang Ziye glanced at this woman. She seemed to be quite calm with an expressionless face. In fact, she almost broke the handle of the wheelchair. She shook her head and said, "What, you are also thinking about No. 0?"
Su Youxia glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my sister."
After all, Youzhu likes that big boy so much. If something happens to him, he might be killed.
Jiang Ziye looked at the sky, shook his head and said: "It turns out that this is the gap between the ancient gods and humans. The primitive regression they performed was so huge. From ancient times to the present, probably only people cultivated by the lineage of Order and Zhengtong can be compared with them. . But if this continues, No. 0 will definitely lose."
This is a problem that anyone with a discerning eye can see.
Unless Zhulong can kill the Nine-Headed Bird instantly, he will definitely lose if he continues to consume.
This is the difference in rank.
Perhaps Gu Jianlin can rely on his supreme status and the secret of the third method to gain the upper hand for the time being.
But this is not a long-term solution, there will always be a time when he cannot hold on.
"That's why we must be promoted to the Holy Realm."
After a brief thought, Liuli said calmly: "According to my understanding of the order, if Platinum and Rhine cannot come out, then Gold and Silver will inevitably be restrained by Qing and Chi. The members of Dusk will hold back the God-General sequence. As for the saints of the Tribunal, including ministerial-level combat capabilities, they can only rely on Miss Thunder."
Without any electronic equipment, she constructed a map of the Magic City in her mind.
The fleet in the dawn battle sequence will arrive at the port in about twenty minutes.
"Time is very tight. It is very cumbersome to prepare the alchemy matrix for promotion to the Holy Domain. At least we don't have that ability at the moment. We must get help from Chengjia, and I also need to invade the deep space computer. Moreover, promotion to the Holy Domain requires special magical power. Earth, and this is the real world, so theoretically the ritual cannot be established."
Liuli raised her head and looked at the devastated city, and said softly: "This is impossible."
Jiang Ziye and Su Youxia were both stunned. If it was impossible, Number Zero would definitely die.
"But that's for humans."
Liuli suddenly said: "Gu Jianlin is not a human being."
Yes, how could Gu Jianlin be a human being?
So far, no one knows whether Gu Jianlin evolved from the ancient god side or the human side.
"In other words, No. 0 can be promoted in the way of the ancient gods!"
Jiang Ziye suddenly realized, and his fox eyes opened: "The reason why that guy left the shadow outside may be to leave a way out for himself. Open up a second battlefield to solve the gap in rank."
Su Youxia's eyes flickered, and a piece of history happened to come to mind: "In ancient times, Venerable Qilin once completed a bloody sacrifice in the real world, but it was a living sacrifice to judge guilty people."
There was no expression on Liuli's pale face, and she said softly: "Otherwise, why do you think Number Zero wants to spread the blood of the ancient gods? In his eyes, the world of Order is full of criminals."
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"Oh my God."
Old Master Si was leaning on crutches and almost fell to his knees on the mountain road because he felt the power of the gods from the ancient times. For a divine servant like him, it was no different from the might of heaven.
"Old man, don't tell me that's Brother Lin."
Cheng Youyu shuddered and his teeth trembled: "Why did he become Rayquaza?"
Mr. Si said angrily: "Have you ever seen the dark red Rayquaza theater version?"
No one expected that today would unfold like this. The original plan of lurking and robbing tombs turned into a holy war. The stern ancient dragon and the ferocious nine-headed bird started fighting in Limo City, as if they were returning to the mythical era.
Including the temporarily transformed members of the Tribunal, they were all trembling and uneasy, and their faces were pale.
There were faint sounds of footsteps on the mountain road, stumbling.
"who?"
Mr. Si turned back warily, instinctively holding the coins in his sleeves.
Cheng Youyu looked back and was stunned: "Grandpa...Grandpa? Damn it, you are losing blood, Grandpa!"
In the dark woods, Professor Cheng staggered out holding his bloody chest. As the head of the old family, he was an eighth-level Fugu a hundred years ago. His self-healing ability is quite strong. Logically speaking, he should not be so weak. , but his condition at the moment is extremely bad, and he is about to die.
"You brat, you still have to say it."
He scolded: "Shut up!"
Cheng Youyu has not seen this grandfather for many years. Because his talent is not top-notch and his knowledge of alchemy is only so-so, he has never been favored in the family and not many people care about him.
However, when I saw grandpa again, I was still shocked by his momentum.
Mr. Si was shocked and he was interrupted when he was about to speak.
"Your Lord is in a life-or-death crisis."
Professor Chenglao said weakly: "You are his divine attendants, you must do something. Listen, I don't have much time, I will summon my people and prepare the altar immediately. And you, you have to summon the people who are currently in the central spiritual center All the Qilin Divine Attendants in the academy, let them further transform more of the same kind as quickly as possible, the more, the better."
After speaking, he took out a blood-stained parchment from his pocket and handed it out.
Mr. Si was a little hesitant at first, but he was shocked when he saw the contents in the parchment.
Because the ancient scrolls record an ancient history, there was a mysterious Qilin City during the pre-Shang Dynasty. However, this city mysteriously disappeared overnight, leaving only devastated ruins, ashes and wreckage. Later generations' investigations proved that Qilin City was destroyed by human sacrifice, an extremely bloody sacrifice.
The people of this city somehow offended a black supreme, and divine punishment came.
This kind of thing was called black magic in ancient times in the West.
In ancient my country, it was called witchcraft!
Its essence is a sacrifice to the gods!
"be quick."
Professor Cheng Lao said in a deep voice: "He might not be able to hold on."
Mr. Si's eyes changed with gloominess, and he turned and left without hesitation.
The divine attendants of the Qilin clan followed behind him, running around like ghosts.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
Cheng Youyu turned pale with fright and murmured, "Are you... going to die?"
Professor Cheng Lao's eyes looked at him with a hint of gentleness. He raised his withered right hand and patted his shoulder. He sighed and said: "Everyone is mortal, and I am almost done. Take me to the inner courtyard... hands and feet." Be quick."
Cheng Youyu quickly supported the old man, only to realize that he couldn't even stand firmly.
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The candles in the Zen courtyard were extinguished by the wind and rain, and clouds rolled in the sky, as if it was the end of the world.
Ying Changsheng's golden robes rustled in the strong wind, and he shouted in the heavy rain: "Evacuate! Evacuate everyone! Be careful of being involved in the aftermath of the battle, and be sure to pass on the news!"
He took off his earphones, crushed them with his foot, and directed the young people in the monastery to evacuate.
For young people in the world of order, gold and silver are their beliefs and the strongest symbols.
Although Bai Jin is the supreme leader of the current order, everyone knows that he is not a natural disaster.
Unfortunately, just ten minutes ago, Gold and Silver, the two strongest brothers and sisters in the Order World, were blown away by two guys in wheelchairs. No matter what kind of supreme law they were, they didn't have time to apply it. Just like a child who was taught a lesson by his teacher, he was defeated and unable to resist.
Because the two sides fought so fast, the young people did not even see the specific process clearly.
However, one thing is certain, that is, gold and silver are at an absolute disadvantage.
"Sister, what should I do?"
Mu Zhihao hurriedly walked to the eaves of the temple and pressed the screen of his mobile phone hard. His face was pale: "Brother, he is in the critical stage of the experiment today. If something happens at this time, he will not die, right?"
This is the youngest son of the Mu family, codenamed Deep Blue.
Nowadays, he is also a prominent figure in the Central Spiritual Shuyuan, because he is a survivor of the Shenxu.
Being able to fight Qilin and survive is certainly something to be proud of.
"I don't know what my brother's condition is, but something is obviously wrong."
Mu Shiyu said coldly: "I always have a bad premonition, so I'll go take a look at that tomb first. No matter what happens in the Order World, as long as my father and brother are fine, everything will be fine. Don't fiddle with your phone. Now, a holy war has broken out in the Demon City, and the entire city’s communications have been paralyzed, so we have to use some old methods.”
She took out a pigeon from her shoulder bag, tied a note to its leg, and let it fly.
"I hope I won't be affected by the aftermath of those two monsters."
She looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the gods fighting in blood above the sky.
"Sister, who are you contacting?"
Mu Zhihao was stunned.
"Tianji."
Mu Shiyu said expressionlessly: "I don't feel at ease if he's not here. Let's go."
When she and her brother were about to leave with the large army, they suddenly saw a person in the corner.
The silent boy was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, as if he was not aware of the disaster brought about by the Holy War. Even the attack by the two natural disasters could not move him. He remained expressionless from beginning to end. Staring at the stone tablet in front of the temple, he recited an ancient Buddhist scripture.
Xia Zhi stood by his side, like a frightened rabbit.
Suspicious, very suspicious.
Although this reaction does not mean there is a problem, it feels intuitively that something is wrong.
"Remember this person, Ying Changsu of the Ying family."
Mu Shiyu gave instructions, turned around and left: "Go back and find someone to investigate strictly."
"oh oh."
Mu Zhihao glanced back and hurriedly followed.
When all the young people in the Zen courtyard had dispersed, Ying Changsheng walked over through the rain.
Xia Zhi stood up subconsciously and said nervously, "What should we do now?"
"I have to leave for something, so you can keep an eye on him here."
Ying Changsheng glanced at her: "Don't let anyone disturb Gu...my brother."
Xia Zhi was stunned and pointed at himself: "Me? Are you relying on me, a novice?"
For a little Kalami like her who looks like a walk-on at first glance, it would be nice if she wasn't the first one to burp.
Where can I protect others?
"Well, because he believes in you."
Ying Changsheng handed her an umbrella, turned and left: "Don't let him down."
After saying that, he disappeared into the wind and rain of the temple.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and Xia Zhi couldn't help but shudder, but he still held up the umbrella to protect the boy beside him from the wind and rain, and muttered: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Gu Jianlin did not answer her question.
From beginning to end, he was staring at the stone tablet in front of him. The golden inscription seemed to have undergone magical changes in the night. When put together, it turned out to be an ancient Buddhist scripture. He murmured softly: "Buddha grows five-color stems, one flower, one world, one leaf." Tathagata. Just like a lotus flower without water, and like the sun and moon without dwelling in space. All the evil karma I have done in the past was caused by beginningless greed, anger, and ignorance, arising from my body, speech, and mind. I now repent of all of them..."
As he recited Buddhist scriptures, his hands were holding strange seals on his chest.
Nine simple seals, intertwined and changing.
His movements were not standard, and could even be said to be stiff.
It was such a simple movement, but his fingers seemed to be disobedient and trembled violently.
He became more and more impatient, and in a trance he seemed to see a ray of golden light shining in the darkness.
There seemed to be a woman with profound bearing sitting cross-legged opposite him.
"Don't worry, be patient."
The woman's voice sounded like a hallucination.
Little by little, he was taught carefully how to accurately shape those seals.
Gu Jianlin's breathing gradually stabilized, as if an old monk had fallen into trance, and he became more and more skillful in performing his handprints.
Xia Zhi thought he was whispering like a man possessed, but when she looked down, she saw turbulent waves of anger and sadness in his empty eyes. The turbulent emotions made her stunned for a moment.
"It turns out you are a person with stories, you must be sad."
She took out a tissue and wiped his face, comforting: "Don't be sad, am I not here to accompany you? Speaking of which, you actually have a girlfriend. Where has she gone? Why is she not with you?"
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In the silent tomb, Gu Jianlin was indeed in a bitter fight.
He drew his sword and dodged quickly, and the ghost sword entwined with blood set off a roaring frenzy in the darkness, instantly tearing apart the turbulent flow of elements that came towards him, but he was still shaken back by the violent aftermath and lurked in the ruins.
When the roar of hail and the tornado of flames came together, he bounced repeatedly in the narrow corridor like a meteor through the sky. The blade that tore through time and space cut off the ice edges and fire snakes. The blade was so fast that even the trajectory was distorted. Yes, it can be seen that the opponent's offensive is fierce.
Boom, time and space collapsed, swallowing up all the elements.
The sand and dust mixed with the storm again, but were shaken away by the roar of the soul knife like a dragon's roar, finally creating a moment of breathing time.
He landed on the ground and crouched, exhaled a breath of turbid air, inserted the knife into the ground with his backhand, and blood-red steam came out all over his body.
It is a mixture of blood and sweat that evaporates.
There are ferocious ghosts in all directions, the terrifying faces swallowing the violent turbulence of elements, and the majestic spiritual thoughts construct a force field, which to a certain extent eliminates the possibility of high-speed movement in the field, just like a prison.
This is the forbidden spell cast by the ancestor of Gui Che. He can actually create nine phantoms with Yi Hui Jiu.
"How much spirituality do you have left...or in other words, can you continue to support the consumption of the theory of evolution?"
Whispers sounded in the darkness, and a strange smile appeared on Gui Che's handsome face.
"I don't know what you are waiting for, but the result of waiting will only be that I win."
His voice was calm, as if he had gone through an aerobic exercise: "There was once a person like you who challenged the gods without overestimating their abilities, but unfortunately he lost in the end. Even if there are gifts from the Supreme, so what, you only have a short time In seventeen years of life, it is impossible to comprehend that supreme and great power."
Gu Jianlin frowned slightly, suddenly having a very strange premonition.
The ghost car was not talking about his father.
"Is it?"
He whispered: "God, is it amazing?"
The terrifying eyes of the ancestor of Gui Che reflected his pale face.
"You should still be in awe of what should be feared."
Gu Jianlin stretched out his hands, his index fingers and thumbs interlaced together, as if taking a picture.
At this moment, what appeared in his mind was the swaying Buzhou Mountain, the broken sky pillar with a blood-red ancient dragon, and the stunning girl holding a red umbrella, alluring and enchanting.
I don’t know if it’s a skylark or a candle dragon.
But to him, it doesn't matter.
Click.
He raised his eyes, and a man in a suit and ties seemed to come out from behind.
Gu Jianlin knew it was an illusion, but he clearly felt the warmth coming from his shoulders.
Because the man put his hand on his shoulder.
"Final solution——"
The brothers seemed to say in unison:
"The formless world."
