The indifferent look in Guiche's ancestor's eyes was finally broken. Like a pebble falling into a quiet lake, the ripples rippled layer by layer, as if reflecting the tragic war hundreds of millions of years ago.
Of course he recognized that gesture, and the fear deep in his memory spread like a tide. It was as if he had returned to the ancient battlefield hundreds of millions of years ago, reliving the fear when he was dominated by the bloody supreme. He didn't even know what happened at that time. He only remembered that he did nothing and was forced to fall into a long sleep.
A long sleep of one hundred thousand years.
He had to take risks, so he raised his right hand and squeezed it hard in the darkness, and a golden elixir suddenly shattered!
The Tai Chi Bagua formation is fleeting.
This is his advantage.
Advantages of rank.
The star-like glow was fleeting, and Gu Jianlin collapsed into a handful of dust like a weathered sculpture.
That is the ability mastered by the Heavenly Master Path within the seventh level, and it is called Guisu.
The essence is a self-exploding golden elixir, releasing a mysterious energy that cannot be fully understood so far.
Modern alchemical science interprets it as a variant of a special phenomenon in the universe.
Gamma ray burst!
The genetic structure of any life within the explosion range of the golden elixir will be destroyed, tens of trillions of cells in the body will be annihilated in an instant, and the soul will evaporate into nothingness on the spot.
The nine ghost figures crushed the golden elixir at the same time, so it was inevitable to avoid them in such a narrow space.
In particular, He also used his spiritual thoughts in advance to make the space in the corridor sticky.
Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.
Time and space in the darkness seemed to be distorted and turbulent as if they were out of place. Gu Jianlin reappeared in the corridor like a fragmented shadow, dripping with blood and sweat, leaning against the stone wall tiredly.
Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse!
His hands still maintained that weird posture.
Click!
Cause and effect were forcibly reversed, and a silent world was finally created. The nine roaring ghost figures suddenly became as silent as sculptures, like distorted film captured by a camera, only in black and white.
Gu Jianlin raised his fierce vertical eyes and tore the shirt that was in the way, exposing his naked upper body dripping with blood and sweat. The refined muscles bulged regularly and were covered with blood-red dragon scales.
He rushed forward like a ghost, his left and right hands thrust out like lightning, and penetrated the chests of the two ghost figures.
It was clearly a clone created by an ancient forbidden curse, but it had a real body of flesh and blood. It tore the chest with both hands, making a horrifying sound. When he pulled out his hand, he suddenly brought out two living and beating deformed hearts.
The eyes that were flowing like lava were filled with blood-red murderous intent!
He threw away the two hearts in his hand and suddenly attacked a ghost figure in front of him.
Lock the throat, pierce the chest, and rip out the heart.
Done in one go!
Three out of nine!
Along with the splatter of blood, Gu Jianlin flashed at high speed like bloody lightning, shuttling between the ghosts.
The shrill sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, as well as the horrifying sound of the chest being penetrated, mixed with the sound of blood spurting when the heart was forcibly removed, it was simply a one-sided massacre.
Eight out of nine!
With only the last ghost figure left, Gu Jianlin felt the sound of the imminent collapse of the formless world.
This is the ultimate secret of primitive regression, which is a huge drain on spirituality and has backlash on the body and spirit. It was his first time to use it, so he was not very skillful in controlling it.
Being able to sustain it for ten seconds is already the limit.
Click!
Gu Jianlin's right hand penetrated the heart of the last ghost, and the formless world collapsed like a fragmented mirror. The real world came in like a tide, drowning his consciousness.
Because it has been tampered with, the result will be forcibly corrected.
Gu Jianlin leaned tiredly on the cold stone wall, Jiuyin slanted in front of him, trembling slightly.
The true form of the ancestor of the ghost car emerged from the darkness, and nine ghost figures roared towards him.
At this moment, the nine ghost figures suddenly exploded into nothingness and disappeared into ashes!
Lava-like blood spurted out from the chest of His body, and a hole was suddenly penetrated in the chest.
Even the ancient ancestor staggered when faced with such an injury. He leaned on the wall and groaned in pain. His handsome face was as pale as blood loss, and his voice was hoarse: "The legendary world of formless world? No wonder Lu Shu didn't." I can deal with you in Fengcheng, so that’s what it’s all about.”
He knelt on his knees, clutching his chest and panting violently. His broken chest was actually repairing itself.
The Celestial Master reaches the sixth level and has the ability to save lives and become immortal.
So He lost his heart and did not die immediately.
Not only that, as the ancient god of the Suzaku clan, he seemed to have received the supreme gift.
Nirvana.
Therefore, the ghost car's self-healing speed is incredibly fast.
Fatal injuries may only take less than a minute to recover as before.
"did not expect?"
Gu Jianlin also took out a handful of blue blood from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.
Feeling that his spirituality was slowly recovering, he finally felt relieved and breathed heavily.
Blue blood can restore spirituality. The disadvantage is that it cannot replenish the state at once, but it takes time to increase slowly. If there is a fierce battle, there is no time to drink it, unless there is a stalemate like now.
As it happens, it also takes him a minute to recover to a state where he can fight again.
"Thanks to the Bai Ze clan, if your senior brother comes with you, something might really happen today."
The ancestor of Guiche showed a strange smile and licked his lips: "I think you have also noticed that the people blocking the road are disappearing one by one, whether it is Taihua, Qing and Chi, including your senior brother. This is How can you overturn this plan that has been planned for tens of thousands of years? Give up, why not come to join us?"
Gu Jianlin's eyes were cold: "You have extended an olive branch to me more than once. It's strange, since you think I can't defeat you, why do you have to go to all the trouble to recruit me?"
He smiled silently: "Solomon too... Speaking of which, is he you?"
An inexplicable smile appeared on the lips of the ancestor of Guiche, and he said lightly: "There is naturally a special reason for recruiting you. After all, you are the most special one in the world. If you want to know the answers to everything, joining us is the best thing. Choice. As for Solomon...ah, his first belief was the God of Candlelight."
He smiled and said: "When Solomon realizes that Zhuzhao's consciousness is sleeping, he will naturally surrender to our Lord. In a sense, my Lord is only the last step away from becoming the original."
I see.
Gu Jianlin said softly: "The reason why I am special is because I have inextricable connections with the Suzaku clan, right? That was why Lord Suzaku wanted to kill me in Penglai Immortal Island."
There was a slight change in the way Gui Che Ancestor looked at him.
It's so subtle that it's almost unnoticeable, but it's still captured.
"It seems that after integrating the third method, the gods also become human-like?"
Gu Jianlin glanced at his outfit and the silver earrings on his earlobes, and smiled silently: "I seem to be able to profile you, your eyes, your expression, your tone, and your emotions. "
Unexpectedly, the answer from the ancestor of Guiche made him stunned: "This is the true state of our clan."
Gu Jianlin's pupils narrowed.
He suddenly thought of the Zhuzhao Sacred Tree and the Lotus of Dark Ying.
"The third method was originally a great evolution that belonged to our clan. Unfortunately, it was usurped hundreds of millions of years ago. We are trapped in the prison of the curse and will never be able to escape. Some clan members go crazy, and some clan members die."
The ancestor of Guiche smiled and said: "Our evolution was forcibly deprived, and we were forced to wander deep in the universe, looking for solutions to problems, and of course... there were also sinners who betrayed our clan."
"The Supreme, or the Original, is your curse?"
Gu Jianlin felt the spirituality spreading like a tide, and asked calmly: "The problem of the Nether Ying Lotus has been solved, so the next step is the Zhuzhao Sacred Tree, right? You want to usurp it."
The ancestor of Guiche nodded: "Thanks to that little girl Taihua. For her, this is an unsolvable situation. She must either let the great god Zhuzhao wake up or make a wedding dress for the Suzaku clan."
He paused and said, "Taihua is the chosen one. When she led humans to attack Fuso Palace, the Supreme One chose her. Only the Ancient Supreme One who mastered the third method can have the power to usurp the original. My Supreme Being is the one who has walked the farthest on this road, and he was also the first to come into contact with the Candlelight Sacred Tree."
little girl.
Gu Jianlin felt slightly dazed.
This is the first time that someone calls the President a little girl.
But considering the age of the ancestor of the ghost car, it is normal.
"We have mastered the unified will, but you want to make history and be the only butterfly to escape from the cobweb. Unfortunately, this is not realistic because you don't have enough time. You only have a short life of seventeen years."
The ancestor of Gui Che let go of his hand, and the penetrating wound on his chest had recovered as before, and his broken heart began to beat again: "There once was an ant who was close to the truth. That man was named Xu Fu. After struggling for thousands of years, he was still defeated by the power of our clan. Assimilation is both ridiculous and sad. This is the fate of reptiles."
Gu Jianlin also stood up with Tang Dao and said indifferently: "But I don't think that Xu Fu is not an ant, neither ridiculous nor pathetic. Maybe he can't compare with a god like you. But I will respect him, not you."
"I think you should respect me."
The ancestor of Guiche raised his head proudly, his narrow eyes burning with prairie fire, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain: "You used the formless world to force my emergence and nirvana, what is left next? You are the last How will the ending be different from that ant-like human being? You have the supreme status, but your heart is human."
Obviously, Xu Fu is nothing in his eyes. There have been too many great figures in the history of mankind, but they were all turned into withered bones under his hands.
Gu Jianlin's current state is indeed very bad. The formless world has overdrawn his physical strength and spirit. His brain seems to be squeezed dry, and his body is as heavy as lead. Even if he regains his spirituality, he cannot make up for it.
The backlash, including the theory of evolution, also swept over him like a tidal wave, and every cell in his body was in pain. The pain that devoured his body made his eyesight go black, and even the appearance of his enemy became blurred.
The ancestor of Gui Che could see through this bad state at a glance.
"It is true that my seventeen years of life are not enough to understand the hundreds of millions of years of history of the ancient gods, and even the history of mankind. But... I am not alone."
Gu Jianlin's eyes were filled with fierce brilliance: "I carry an inheritance, a proud inheritance that you can't understand. So in my opinion, gods are nothing special... After all, you can bleed too."
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The ghost car was indeed bleeding, and the monster suspended in the rainstorm had cracks all over its body. The hot blood washed over the ruined city like a waterfall, like lava erupting from a volcano.
He is roaring in anger.
Because His ancient divine language was forcibly interrupted!
The world is filled with violent dragon roars!
The extremely stern ancient dragon was entrenched in the deepest part of the clouds and mist. The roar of the dragon seemed to run through the long river of time. The concept of cause and effect was forcibly destroyed, and the world seemed to have fallen into a chaotic and disorderly hell.
The heavy rain in the sky disappeared, the fog disappeared into the void, and the blood falling like a waterfall was swallowed up by the distorted time and space.
This is the ancient divine language of Venerable Zhulong.
The power to destroy cause and effect.
The confrontation between the two gods was originally evenly matched, but at this moment there was a deviation that led to victory or defeat.
The nine-headed bird flapped its wings, and a shocking and terrifying blood hole suddenly appeared in its broken heart. The cracks all over its body were so deep that the bones were visible, and its violent momentum became sluggish.
Zhulong, who had ascended to heaven, confronted him. The black-haired boy reflected in his blood-red vertical pupils still maintained the strange handprint.
This is the decisive moment.
The candle dragon roared loudly, and its majestic body penetrated the clouds and mist, rushing down like a meteor, leaving behind shocking cracks like lightning, and crashed into the deformed monster with a momentum that was like a jade and a stone.
Heavy rain evaporates into mist.
The thunder was swallowed up by the loud noise of friction against the atmosphere.
The body of this ancient dragon also bleeds from the friction, the bloody dragon scales fall off inch by inch, and the bones crackle and explode.
The vertical pupils filled with hot electric light were extremely bright, reflecting the burning boy.
At this moment, the deformed body of the nine-headed bird was once again engulfed by the vermilion flames. A loud phoenix chirped in the sky and the earth. There was a faint shadow of a sycamore tree rising from the ground behind him, and hundreds of birds circled and ascended to the sky!
Here comes the authority of Lord Suzaku!
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Gu Jianlin's shadow was trembling violently, because the main body's injuries were too severe and the clone could not maintain it.
Even though there were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the terrifying sound of monsters crashing into each other made people feel like the end of the world, he remained still and recited ancient Buddhist scriptures in a low voice: "Like a lamp, entering a dark room, it will be dark for hundreds of thousands of years." , all can be broken. Bodhisattva Mahasattva’s Bodhi Heart Lamp is also like this..."
Fierce light spread across the sky, illuminating his calm profile.
Xia Zhi ignored him and kept looking up at the sky, clenching her fists excitedly: "If you win, you must win! Come on, Rayquaza, quickly use the finishing touch to kill that strange bird, kill him!"
The girl didn't know the camps of the warring gods, and chose her side based solely on her looks.
However, for some reason, after Zhulong, who was supposed to have the upper hand, crashed into the endless flames, he roared angrily, accompanied by endless lightning and thunder, and golden blood splashed down!
That's dragon blood!
The smell of dragon's blood floats in the wind and rain!
Boom.
The thunder started again.
It was the terrifying sound of a red meteor falling into the sky.
The nine-headed bird was bathed in the fire as if it was reborn, but the arrogant candle dragon was falling!
The candle dragon was riddled with holes in the suddenly ignited vermilion fire, and its rock-hard scales were burnt as black as charcoal. The rugged and ferocious dragon body was almost broken, but its angry and unwilling roar rolled out like thunder. Come,
Gu Jianlin sat cross-legged on the futon and started shaking violently.
Xia Zhi turned around and was suddenly stunned.
Because on the back mountain shrouded in heavy rain, believers wearing sacrificial robes walked up the rugged mountain road. They recited ancient sacrificial songs and walked forward with the most pious and awe-inspiring attitude. Dense black shadows shone in the dense forest. The inside is looming, as if the souls of the dead have opened a hole in hell, and demons are swarming out.
In the wind and rain, their numbers were as numerous as the sand on the sea.
This scene is like the people of all nations coming to meet their king.
Along with the violent shaking of the back mountain, golden formations spread like a spider web, and the extinguished candles lit up again. The ancient Buddha statue seemed to wake up from its deep sleep and opened its eyes with compassion.
Endless light lit up in the Zen courtyard, and Gu Jianlin's back was reflected like a god.
At this moment, the believers took off their hoods and let the rain wash away their pious faces. They used daggers to cut the blood vessels on their wrists so that the blood could flow into the golden formations, and they knelt down and shouted:
"Long live my king...Long live!"
(End of chapter)
