Following Gu Jianlin's punch, a gilded glow enveloped the empty highway. The night seemed to be reflected like day, and the red fire burning everywhere was suddenly purified and disappeared into the void.
With a roar, terrifying cracks appeared in the illusory dream, and the chirping of birds seemed to be extremely angry. Unfortunately, the terrifying shadow that covered the sky and the sun was unable to save it, and was even annihilated in the Buddha's light like a reflection in the water.
After nearly a year, the young man broke the cage of fate with his own hands.
This punch almost killed the ancestor of Guiche. His heart was pierced once again. The wound on his chest was burned like charcoal. The fragmented glow penetrated the flesh and blood, as if a sun was stuffed into his body. The noble god's body was like a ignited furnace, collapsing and melting inch by inch.
His eyes almost burned, but at the last moment he glanced at the young man.
Overwhelming hallucinations came over me.
This is still the world created by Lord Suzaku, with the power of reincarnation.
This glance seemed to make him see the turbulent past.
He saw Gu's people being massacred over the past few hundred years.
I also saw the ancient gods of the Suzaku clan coming to this world.
It rarely snowed in the Magic City. The elderly Tang Zijing shed tears while holding his unconscious great-granddaughter. Someone stood on a skyscraper and smoked a cigarette condescendingly. The shadows of nine heads were reflected in the light.
Eight years ago in the Qilin Immortal Palace, the ancestor of Gui Che stood deep in the dense forest of the Burial Forest, calmly toying with the corpses in the bushes, skillfully tampering with the clues and evidence left at the crime scene, and then... He blew on an unconscious middle-aged man and showed a mysterious smile.
At Fengcheng's Supernatural Research Institute, when the fake Gu Cian raised his head, what was reflected in the mirror was the terrifying appearance of a nine-headed bird, with blood spreading from his feet like a river.
The ancestor of the ghost car came to the dragon's nest, leaving vermilion bones and blood in the scorching magma waterfall. The ancient dragon in the deepest part of the magma absorbed this great power, as if it had ushered in a new life.
In the wind and snow of the Sea of Eternal Life, the ancestor of Gui Che unbuttoned his suit, cut his wrist with a simple dagger, so that the blood could flow in the alchemical matrix that spread like flames, and looked up to the sky to summon the god who covered the sky and the sun. .
At the Miyae Manufacturing Co., Ltd. in Shinjuku, Tokyo, a projected image of Mr. Solomon was making an impassioned speech. Behind him stood a ghostly and handsome man, holding a glass of red wine as rich as blood in his hand.
Finally, there was an endless storm. The ancestor of the ghost car put his suit jacket on his shoulders, his white shirt was stained red with blood, and he held his gold glasses with his right hand. The lenses reflected the man covered in blood, and whispered softly: "Ten years of The curse hasn't made you lose control of your mind, are you going to do something to your son?"
He paused: "Or is it your ex-wife and student?"
Rain and blood flowed together, and the man whom he had not seen for a long time glared like a diamond and roared angrily.
Memories flashed back wildly, scenes of the past shattered like mirrors, and the fragments pierced the heart.
Of all the weapons in the world, only the past hurts the most.
Gu Jianlin seemed to have fallen into the abyss of the storm, surrounded by a cage called the past.
This was the last struggle of the ancestor of Gui Che. He tried to use the past to influence his will, but unfortunately he made the wrong calculation.
There was a click.
Gu Jianlin's right hand exerted slight force.
The memories dissipated in his mind like a violent storm, seemingly not affecting him at all.
"Showing this to me doesn't make me feel any fear, it just makes me angrier."
The ancestor of Guiche roared in pain, and the glow in his body almost completely engulfed him.
"It hurts."
Gu Jianlin's right hand moved in his chest, as if he was trying to pluck out his heart: "That's how I felt when I returned to that highway and saw the line of words my father left."
The ancestor of the ghost car had disheveled hair, and his ghostly eyes had been burned into two terrifying blood holes. His face was cracked with terrifying gaps like burnt porcelain, and when he opened his lips, he spit out thick black smoke. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "It turns out... he even left you a message at that time."
When he raised his head, the wound on his chest was also involved, and not much blood even flowed out.
Because his blood has long been burned dry by the power of the candlelight law.
He had no more reason to resist because his last resort had been exhausted.
"What's the meaning?"
Gu Jianlin heard confusion and surprise in his voice, as well as a deep sense of disbelief.
Logically speaking, it is not surprising that even a dying person can leave a line of words.
The ancestor of Gui Che thought this was impossible.
"Unfortunately, that's an answer you can't bear."
The ancestor of Gui Che stared at him with dark eye holes, as if he saw something interesting, and laughed hoarsely: "Do you still want to know what the curse of your mother and sister is?"
He paused: "Or, who is Solomon?"
Gu Jianlin said expressionlessly: "I don't think you will tell me, right?"
The ancestor of the ghost car grinned and showed an extremely terrifying smile: "Of course, even if you kill me, it is already too late. Under the Lord's oracle, I have tampered with the past thousand years. History, my mission has ended long ago. That great era is about to come."
He emphasized: "You are destined to be victims."
"It's a pity that you can't see that era. I killed you with the candlelight law. Your life structure will completely collapse and your consciousness will disappear forever. Perhaps after endless years, Lord Suzaku will use it to create another The ancestor of Guiche comes, but it won’t be you anymore, but another life with the same power as you.”
Gu Jianlin raised his head, looked at the phantom of the god behind him that was about to disappear in the Buddha's light, and said softly: "Of course, there may not be another Guiche Ancestor. After all, I want to find your master. Your Majesty, fight to the death with Him. I will do this over and over again for billions of years to come."
"Although I have only lived for seventeen years, I also know how boring eternal life is. You have to find something for yourself to do, right? No one will take your place in the world. Will you be a little happy? ?”
He paused: "After all, you are so loyal to your master."
The ancestor of Guiche laughed hoarsely: "You are young and ignorant, you actually want to fight against Him?"
It was clear that only the dark eye holes were left, but you could feel his teasing and mocking eyes.
In the endless Buddha light, the god who covered the sky and the sun seemed to have heard such arrogance. He cast an indifferent glance from a distant dimension, and the vermilion flames were filled with the fire of divine wrath.
It was a warning and a threat.
Once Gu Jianlin kills this ancestor, he will surely bear the fire of God's wrath.
"Long time no see, Lord Suzaku."
Gu Jianlin's response to this ancient supreme being was arrogant and rude.
Because he indifferently took out his hand, and in his palm was a deformed heart that had been burned.
Click.
His palms tightened and ashes spread out from between his fingers.
The vitality of the ancestor of the ghost car was finally completely determined. His body was completely torn apart by the brilliant golden light. The monster reflection of the nine-headed bird screamed and collapsed, leaving only a charred mummy.
Boom!
The gods were furious.
It's a pity that this dream can no longer be sustained. The brilliant Buddha's light seeps out from the cracks in the void. The world collapses inch by inch. The viaduct screams and breaks apart, making a deafening sound. The raging tide rises into the sky and engulfs the world. Broken highways.
Gu Jianlin stood in the surging tide, with a charred and collapsed mummy reflected in his eyes. He could feel the god-like soul burning on its own, like red-hot ashes gradually extinguishing and cooling.
Only a hoarse whisper sounded in his ears, like a nightmare:
"I have seen your ending. You inherited the power of the Black Supreme. This is by no means a gift, but a curse of fate. You will eventually be as lonely as Him, and you will never be able to escape forever."
That was the voice of the ancestor of Guiche, which made no secret of the resentment and hatred of human nature: "Welcome to the world of the ancient gods, embrace despair and turbidity, sing the same song of pain and sin. The new generation... Qilin Venerable!"
The roar sounded, and Gu Jianlin's eyes were neither sad nor happy.
Darkness fell again, and the dream was completely destroyed.
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At dawn, the city was illuminated by the brilliant Buddha's light, but golden blood rained from the sky. It was a sign of the death of an ancient and noble life, and even a mortal could clearly feel it.
The nine-headed bird was burned to pieces by the splintered light, and was finally annihilated between heaven and earth.
The whole world echoed with a shrill chirping sound.
Reluctant, angry, desperate.
It's hard to imagine that gods can have such complex emotions.
The noble young god was suspended in the sky, bathed in golden blood rain, overlooking the earth.
The Ascended Ones belonging to the Ether Association all felt the cold and majestic gaze, and felt a sense of awe and trembling deep in their hearts, as if the former ruler had returned.
It's a pity that no matter how similar they are, they are not the same person after all.
The age of the President is over.
The world that was supposed to be taken over by Platinum has now undergone huge changes.
Because the monster named Qilin is back!
He came back from hell!
Not all those who had participated in that change died. Every survivor felt the bone-chilling cold, and even the blood in his body was frozen, as if he had become a dead person.
Mr. Solomon stood under the tree on the cliff, staring at the young man in the distant horizon, with a hint of fear in his eyes, because he made an incredible judgment through the super strong sense of Sword Sect.
Even as a ninth-level Taixu God, he couldn't kill the big boy.
Today's Qilin has indeed just been promoted to the Sanctuary level, but he is currently the only one who has mastered the secrets of evolution. He holds the ultimate of two supreme laws, and he also has the power of two ancient supremes.
Incredibly powerful.
Even the ancestor of the ghost car is no match, that is the ancient god who has mastered the third method.
There is even a part of the authority of Lord Suzaku.
The result was such a miserable failure.
"If Tianji confronts him, he will be defeated in about five minutes. The advantage of the third method is useless in front of him. If Tianji can't do it, then no human can. Unless Gold and Silver join forces, and then use the stupid Mu Father and son, it is possible to kill him if I am on the sidelines, but it is too difficult."
Mr. Solomon murmured to himself: "Unless the supreme level takes action!"
At this moment, he suddenly heard an ancient whisper in his ear.
His wrist trembled slightly, and a line of burning writing appeared.
"Buzhou Mountain?"
Mr. Solomon licked his lips: "You want me to go to Buzhou Mountain?"
He seemed to have figured out something. When he looked at the young god in the sky, the fear in his eyes finally faded away.
The leader of the Priory took off his hood, disguised himself as an ordinary witcher, and disappeared down the mountain path.
There was a faint roar.
The god-like young man melted into the Buddha's light, and unicorns and candle dragons appeared on both sides of the cloud.
They overlooked the city side by side, disappearing without a trace along with angry roars and monstrous dragon roars.
On the stone bridge at the top of the peak, Bai Jin stared blankly at the sky, feeling the familiar trembling feeling, and uncontrollable rage and jealousy appeared in his eyes. He roared crazily: "Tianji, rush into the mausoleum, Kill that boy! Qilin is in the tomb and he hasn’t left yet! Take advantage of his illness and kill him!”
He roared: "Quick, quick, quick!"
Tianji took a deep breath, looked at the silent mausoleum, and took steps.
When they fought not long ago, Qilin was still at the super-dimensional level, but now it has become a holy realm.
Even he is no match anymore.
But Lord Platinum is right, this is the best opportunity.
"etc."
Mu Shiyu raised his eyes and dissuaded him in time: "Tianji, find Ghost Sword and Tianshu first before taking action. The three of you at the eighth level can ensure nothing goes wrong. Inform Xuanyin and Huifeng and ask them to come to my house as soon as possible. By my side, I can probably guess how Qilin was promoted to the Holy Realm, and he must capture his companions.”
Mu Zhihao was stunned for a moment, thinking that as expected of her sister, she was still able to remain calm until now.
Tianji was silent for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie and broke into the silent tomb.
Bai Jin was obviously completely out of control emotionally. Of course he knew that boy was his master's true inheritance.
Such a powerful deity.
The most powerful deity in the world.
Bai Jin was going crazy with jealousy, his face turned red and distorted.
Why not him!
Why can't it be him!
At this time, he received a phone call.
Because after Qilin disappeared, the communications of the Central Spiritual Council have been restored.
But the first phone call he received made his eyesight go dark.
"Sir, it's not good!"
The subordinate said angrily: "Thunder leads the dawn combat sequence to attack!"
Commander Lu in the Dawn Combat Sequence is a demigod.
Bai Jin spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fainted on the spot.
"Father!"
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In the dark tomb, the mercury roared like a river, and was filled with pale mist.
Gu Jianlin was naked to the waist, sitting tiredly on the edge of the corridor, with nine yins sticking out of the ground. His breath of life was very weak, and his breathing and heartbeat were inaudible, but there was a smile on his lips.
"Senior Ji, this punch didn't embarrass you, did it?"
He said softly: "I used what you taught me to avenge my father..."
The lonely boy closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.
(End of chapter)
