The Old Gods Are Whispering

At dawn, the military division stood on the broken viaduct, looked at the burn marks on the asphalt road, and said with emotion: "This third gentleman is really too strong, how did he win?"

You Ming lightly raised his foot and stomped on it, and the road in front of him was as fragile as it had been weathered for thousands of years, breaking into dust.

They couldn't move forward, not because of any special reason, but because the road ahead was completely decayed and weathered. It seemed that everything was intact, but in reality it was extremely fragile.

A powerful law force once manifested on the viaduct, causing this phenomenon.

"I didn't expect Judge Bai to betray us, and was transformed into an experimental body. The person inhabiting her body is a sanctuary-level ancestor. An existence of this level releases the ancient divine language at all costs. Theoretically, it can instantly kill all existences below the sanctuary level. However, the third master survived."

He squatted on the ground, twisted the weathered dust, and narrowed his eyes: "At that time, there was a very powerful force that blocked our peeping. Even if that force dissipated, we couldn't go back. Is this Missy's handwriting?"

Not only them, there were also two members of Twilight present.

The famous silly duo, Nebula and Ghost Eye.

"Are we really going to stay here?"

Ghost Eye was shrouded in a black robe, trembling: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"

Xing Yun was wearing a pink dress fluttering in the wind. He raised his hand to straighten the broken hair on his forehead, opened his moist and lively eyes, and asked curiously: "Senior, what are you afraid of?"

In the earphone communication, Jiang Mingyan sneered, and said indifferently: "Are you two really stupid or fake? If you are not someone who wants to deal with the world of order, why should we come here so early in the morning?"

As the strongest overlord path of the Twilight organization, she has been acting alone recently, responsible for remote positions.

Of course, not entirely for this reason.

Most importantly, she also wanted to confirm the specific battle situation.

The battle last night really made her feel unbelievable, because the seventeen-year-old boy from Fengcheng really showed his strong will to fight and overwhelming strength, and completed the most incredible step-jumping challenge ever, and even successfully blocked it. An ancestor's lore blow, and finally retreated unscathed.

Even the young Qing and Chi couldn't achieve such an impressive record.

No matter how amazing and brilliant Qing and Chi were back then, it was impossible for them to beat Sanctuary by leapfrogging.

The gap between extraordinary level and ultra-dimensional level is not too big.

And the threshold of the sanctuary level, for the vast majority of sublimators, is a natural moat that cannot be crossed in their entire lives.

As a son-in-law, this kind of person is impeccable.

Even Jiang Mingyan had to admit that the future of that young man was immeasurable.

As long as he doesn't die young, he will definitely become an unrivaled powerhouse at the level of the president of the ether association.

The problem is that the positions of the two sides are different.

The world of order and the world of darkness are completely opposite, and the relationship between Qing and Chi is a deadly enemy in belief and philosophy.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

A military helicopter roared and landed on the broken viaduct. The gust of wind wrinkled the stagnant water on the ground, and with the rippling ripples, there was a vague murderous intent.

boom.

The sky lit up with brilliant gold, as if the gate of the Kingdom of God was opened, and the clouds were scorched into a dazzling fiery red, as if they were burning, and there was a faint sound like the roar of an ancient bell, echoing throughout the city.

The realm of heaven and man.

Lin Dong walked down the ladder of the helicopter silently. This tall and burly man looked like an angry tantric king, his pupils were burning with brilliant red gold. , and now the Heaven-Human Realm he casts can also cover the entire city, faintly possessing the demeanor of the President.

The second person to walk down was Han Jing. She had just returned from the headquarters of the Baqi Society. Blood was still dripping from her long windbreaker. She had obviously experienced a bloody battle, and she didn't know how many people she had killed.

There was evil spirit in the corner of her eyes and brow, and when she appeared, even the wind became chilly.

The third one is the Night Saber Saint, and the old man's knife is also dripping with blood, which is shockingly red.

The high-ranking members of the night watchmen and the court of justice stepped down one after another, crowding around behind them.

A girl carrying a guitar case stood silently in the wind. Her long white hair was fluttering like snow, and the hem of her black skirt was also fluttering. She looked like a solitary lotus blooming on a snow cliff, cold and aloof.

"Damn it, the people from the Aether Association really came!"

Ghost Eye hopped anxiously: "What should I do, should I run or run?"

Xingyun said cutely: "Senior, you don't seem to have given us a second choice?"

You Ming was silent for a moment, and he had to admit that the current dark world is full of such weird things, and when it comes to the critical moment, he will lose the chain, and he can't support the slightest appearance, which makes him very embarrassing as the president.

I think he also rebelled from the world of order back then.

Want to inherit the king's faith and revive the dark world.

I didn't expect to have been in business for many years, and I have this kind of stuff under my hands.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, I have my own measure."

Seeing such a battle, the military adviser didn't really care much about it. Instead, he relaxed: "It seems that the third gentleman's weight is just like that. It looks quite bluffing, but in fact it's not a threat."

Even Lin Dong, who is the vice president, doesn't seem to be able to put pressure on him.

Not to mention those members of the Tribunal and the Night's Watch.

He looked across the crowd and stared at the white-haired girl for a while with admiration in his eyes.

"It's just some people who sell the first label. The only one who can wipe us out has not yet grown up. At least we will be safe in ten years. No matter what the Ethereum Association wants to do today, we will not let them get paid Wish. We want to let them know whose territory Tokyo is!" The military division plausibly said.

He looked confident and sure of winning.

For a moment, the rain was gently broken by someone, and ripples spread.

Someone walked across the devastated viaduct indifferently. Her steps were so light, yet as heavy as thunder. The dark brown windbreaker fluttered in the strong wind, and there was a majestic and majestic momentum.

The glamorous and majestic face was devoid of any makeup, and the blush at the corners of his eyes was as rich as blood.

So majestic.

Such a chill.

Plop.

The military master's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

When You Ming saw that woman, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Military Master, why are you kneeling?"

Ghost Eye turned pale with shock: "Didn't you ask us to show them some color?"

Xingyun hurriedly wanted to help him up, and said seriously: "Military division, stand up, fucker!"

"Are you guys so blind?"

The military master growled angrily, and waved his hands to signal them to back down: "Forget it, leave me alone, just let me kneel like this, to be honest, I kind of miss the embrace of Mother Earth..."

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boom!

The Toyota Alfa slams onto the pavement like a buffalo hitting a utility pole.

"What kind of broken thing is so difficult to open?"

Skylark slapped the steering wheel angrily, breaking the base.

"Fortunately, the city was shut down yesterday due to the riot of the experimental subjects. Otherwise, we would definitely be arrested by the traffic police now, and the enemy would know our movements immediately." Gu Jianlin sat paralyzed on 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 was photographed by her, and remained silent for a long time.

"Do you think that if you beat a sanctuary-level magician, you will be inflated?"

After being silent for a long time, Yunque glanced at him indifferently, his pretty face was covered with frost, and said coldly: "Or, do you think it's amazing that you have merged two ancient divine languages?"

Gu Jianlin laughed silently: "I just hope you can drive well."

Skylark glared at him angrily: "I've worked very hard, if you can't hold on, you can sleep."

Originally, this kind of thing should be done by the male priest, but she did it for him because he was seriously injured.

I didn't expect to still pick and choose here.

It stands to reason that the sequelae after the ancient deification were so serious, he should have been in a coma long ago.

I don't know what kept him going until now.

Just as Gu Jianlin was about to say something, he covered his lips again and coughed painfully, because there was not much blood in his body, so what he coughed up were blood-red internal organs, and the palms were smudged with shocking red.

He took a deep breath with difficulty, the vision in front of his eyes was already stained with a red halo, he took out a bottle of secret healing medicine from the Qilin Wedge, raised his head and poured it down his throat, the cool medicine liquid flowed into his body like spring water.

The sequelae of ancient deification are irreversible.

Especially after using the ancient divine language, if he used to be, he might fall into a deep sleep on the spot, but now he is already at the fifth level, and his body and soul are more resilient, so he can survive until now.

The secret medicine for healing is just to make yourself feel better, not the root cause.

"Forcibly deified in the real world, what will happen?"

Skylark stared at his profile and asked softly.

Gu Jianlin leaned on the car window, panting, cold sweat soaked his whole body, and his voice was hoarse: "I won't be able to fight with others for a long time, and my spirituality will never recover. You will feel that all your bones are broken, and your organs are broken. It will also gradually fail, and every cell is aching. You will not die, but it will be the same as dead."

He whispered: "This should be called life is better than death."

Skylark casually threw the steering wheel out of the window and asked casually, "Where's the soul?"

"Tearing pain."

Gu Jianlin leaned weakly on the seat, and whispered, "There are still endless nightmares."

Skylark knew he was a teenager trapped in a dream.

The burning sky, endless storms, oncoming trucks, and the terrifying Suzaku clan.

It was his nightmare, and he is still imprisoned in it to this day.

That's why he didn't dare to faint.

"I have to admit that you are much stronger than I thought."

Yunque 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 from the rearview mirror, but he didn't feel much emotion. Instead, he said calmly: "It's dangerous, I don't think so? I really don't I feel that you don't know anything, so you fell into the trap set by the Yinxiu Society so easily."

"I am more inclined that you did it on purpose. While you are looking for the past, you are also confirming your enemy."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he whispered: "You are using me."

In the end, his voice was so weak that it was inaudible, but without any emotion.

Skylark looked at the clear sky after the rain, a gorgeous rainbow streaked across the sky, and he was dizzy.

"Will you be angry if I'm 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 Priory."

His consciousness gradually sank into a pitch-black abyss, but his hands were clenched tightly. His not-so-sharp nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and a faint trace of blood flowed out. The ghost knows where his strength came from.

Even at this point, he still insisted on not falling asleep.

How stubborn.

There was a slight change in Skylark's eyes.

She finally put away the playfulness and ridicule of the past, and she was no longer coquettish or angry like a girl. There was a touch of arrogance and awe in her bewitching and charming eyes, as if she was far away in the sky, aloof and majestic.

Gu Jianlin was right.

Skylark was indeed using him to deal with the enemies in the dark.

She was showing weakness to the enemy, and she didn't show her full strength.

She is learning.

It is also imitating.

Because she is a brand new life, like a newborn, who knows nothing about herself.

She is indeed strong, so strong that she can be called the strongest in the world.

Even if it is the President and the King of Blue, she is not afraid at all.

The problem is that she can't understand her own life, let alone her own abilities.

Yes, she will not be deified.

Not to mention ancient divine language.

To be precise, she didn't know how to use the power of the ancient gods in the real world.

The taboo power that Gu Jianlin naturally grasped seemed so inconceivable to her.

"It turns out that what you rely on is not skill, but instinct?"

Skylark said indifferently: "An instinct derived from strong willpower? Even if you are dead with the enemy, you will never take a step back. For you, as long as you take a step back, it is tantamount to admitting defeat. You are so proud, you will not live long."

Gu Jianlin couldn't answer her words, he curled up in the seat like a child, the nightmare had already spread in his mind, like a demon trying to devour the seventeen-year-old boy in the deepest part of his consciousness.

Skylark was silent for a moment, then raised her white and delicate right hand.

There is no such perfect hand in the world.

Her skin is as crystal clear as jade, her lines are slender and smooth, and her red manicures are delicate and charming.

The back of the plain white hand is almost transparent, with cyan veins faintly visible.

Skylark grabbed his collar roughly, pulled him into his arms, held his clenched right hand to his lips, pierced the palm with his nails forcefully, squeezed out the bright red blood, and fed him to drink.

This is dragon marrow fluid.

After Gu Jianlin used the ancient divine language in Heiyun City, he used dragon marrow liquid to recover.

Skylark only found out after peeking into his memory that the Dragon Marrow Liquid was his own blood.

It turned out that her blood still had 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.

You can't just ruin it like this.

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The mansion of Kuroya in Chiyoda District reverberated with crazy roars. The butler and servants stood outside the wall and shivered. The cherry blossoms scattered in the sky were blown by the wind and scattered on the stone steps.

Someone stepped over the cherry blossoms all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood was so tangy.

The butler of this mansion is Sanctuary level, including the servants who have reached the sixth level, but 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.

It was a handsome and tall mixed-race man, half of his white shirt was stained with blood, holding a soaked handkerchief in both hands, wiping the blood from his fingers, so bloody, yet so elegant.

He stretched out his hand, pressed against the closed door, and pushed hard.

Squeak.

The door opened.

The yard was already in a mess. The old man threw tea sets and porcelain on the ground like a madman. The ground was full of torn precious calligraphy and paintings and smashed ancient cultural relics. These priceless ancient relics have now become rubbish.

"who?"

Jiang Chunyang raised his head and roared, his pupils were bloodshot with anger and scarlet.

"Good morning."

Jing Ci said with a smile.