The Old Gods Are Whispering

The ruined canteen was shaking violently.

A wall was knocked down, accompanied by a shattering roar.

boom!

Punch!

The reinforced concrete wall was suddenly smashed through, the deformed spider was crushed by a punch, and blood spurted out, splashing everywhere.

Gu Jianlin shook his hand, and the bone made a creepy sound.

The ancient and wild power gushed out of his body, almost breaking his body.

No matter the body or soul, or even the level of life, there is a soaring evolution, and the forbidden power is unlocked and released with a roar.

After he completed the ancient deification, the highly deformed fallen people were no longer a threat to him.

The personalities are very different.

boom!

The ground collapsed, and the clown was kicked into the ruins, his head was trampled, and he couldn't move.

After the deification of the ancients, Gu Jianlin could trample on this deformed monster with just a random kick, completely suppressing it.

When he exerted a little force on his right foot, he heard the terrifying sound of bones breaking.

The clown screamed in pain, and blood flowed from his forehead.

He was pressed against the wall so tightly that he couldn't see the people behind him.

It was just a glimpse just now, but that terrifying posture seemed to be branded deep in his soul.

Especially those burning golden pupils, the majesty emanating from the pupils almost crushed his soul!

Huge panic exploded in the clown's heart. How could this be a seventeen-year-old boy? He was clearly a member of the Qilin clan who mastered the ultimate violence. With such a noble and majestic posture, he was simply an ancient god!

He couldn't tell whether it was an ancient god or a god servant, but no matter what it was, it was far above him.

The huge desire to survive erupted, and the madness engraved in the clown's genes made him make a final struggle.

The requiem bell suspended in mid-air burst out with a final bang.

Gu Jianlin heard the roar of an ancient bell, but it didn't cause the slightest impact, like a boring noise.

He raised his hand and held the quaint black bell.

Unexpectedly, the requiem bell vibrated violently as if it had life.

Mythological weapons, ultra-ancient products, they seem to have self-awareness, obeying the spirituality of their masters.

Moreover, this is only its rudimentary state of liberation, not a real gesture at all.

Just relying on instinct, he held Requiem Bell's right hand and injected his own spirituality.

At this moment, there are two spirits in the requiem bell.

One is from Gu Jianlin, and the other is from the clown.

When two spiritualities collide, the strong will survive, and the weak will be wiped out!

In an instant, the roar of the requiem bell disappeared, like a dead object.

At this moment, the clown under his feet screamed again.

Because his spiritual imprint was forcibly erased, the pain was like his soul being torn apart.

No less than a torture.

He never imagined that his mythical armament would be deprived so easily!

Pooh!

At the same time as the clown screamed shrilly, spider webs spewed out from the severely deformed body. The sharp spider silk cut the boy's body, but there was an ear-piercing rubbing sound, and sparks flew out.

Gu Jianlin didn't dodge at all, with his unicorn body strength, he wouldn't be afraid of this level of attack at all.

His right foot exerted strength again!

Click!

It was the sound of bones breaking.

The clown cried out in pain, his skull was crushed and broken, and he couldn't help howling hysterically.

The remaining jointed limbs swayed wildly, but in vain.

When the identities of the hunter and the prey are switched, the huge gap in strength makes people desperate!

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, looked down at the dying monster at his feet, and said indifferently: "Listen, I don't think there is anything wrong with my father killing people like you. You come to me for revenge, and I welcome you at any time. The premise is that you have to Affordable."

A blazing golden flame like the sun suddenly lit up in his left hand.

The Fire of the God Sacrifice!

It is still the dual spiritual combustion of humans and ancient gods.

Under the blessing of ancient deification, the ability seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

Compared with before, it seems like the gap between fireflies and scorching sun!

"How is this possible? What exactly did Gu Ci'an leave for you! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

The clown felt the divine power contained in the fire of the god sacrifice, and his psychological defense completely collapsed. He shouted hysterically: "You actually have this kind of power, you dare to touch this kind of power, you are crazy! You are crazy!"

Gu Jianlin didn't want to pay attention at all, and pressed the palm burning with the fire of the god sacrifice to the top of his head with his backhand.

The fire of the god sacrifice suddenly roared.

boom!

The clown's highly distorted body burned up, burning him like a sun-like sacrificial fire, and the remaining vitality was instantly swallowed up and fed back to the natural world.

In the midst of despair and pain, he realized that what he awakened was beyond the reach of human beings!

In the face of the transcendent power of the ancient god race, a distortion of his level is nothing but a ridiculous ant.

"The power of the ancient gods, you actually have the power of the ancient gods."

The clown wailed hoarsely, his blood-red eyes gradually became deathly, and he murmured: "Even so, that great existence will find you, and it will definitely find you..."

There was a click.

His throat was crushed.

"Shut up."

Gu Jianlin stepped on his feet, and said lightly: "If there is someone behind you, I will find him as soon as possible and let him go down with you."

The clown's eyes were almost cracked, and thick blood flowed out of his mouth.

Gu Jianlin squatted down and pressed his head with both hands!

In the dark, there seemed to be a mournful howl.

In just a split second, the clown was submerged by the blazing flames of the sacrificial offering, and his pupils dilated suddenly, as if he was dying.

Gu Jianlin felt a chaotic and profound life force feeding back to him, which was fully absorbed by the deified body of Gu Jianlin, and condensed into a slightly mixed drop of golden blood in his heart.

I see.

He understood, this is the blood of the ancient god.

No wonder, Gu Jianlin tried to squeeze out some blood before, but only ordinary blood came out.

Now it seems that most of them need to devour the vitality of these fallen people before they can be produced.

Well, finally found a way.

In the future, the blood of the ancient gods can be produced in batches.

Gu Jianlin looked down at the monster swallowed by the golden flames.

With the sacrifice of life, the clown's highly deformed body is also degrading.

Gu Jianlin's eyes were indifferent, and then he seemed to think of something, and raised the requiem bell to awaken his spirituality.

Armed with mythology, requiem bell.

--liberation!

The requiem bell roared like an ancient bell again, releasing a black halo.

Terrifying sound waves cascaded and spread, sweeping out like a tsunami.

The clown's soul was instantly shattered, pulled by the dark halo, and finally swallowed up

All that was left was a broken, unrepentant corpse.

"Goodbye, see my father and say hello to me."

Gu Jianlin glanced at the requiem bell in his hand, as if he saw a broken soul through the bell.

According to the clown, the Requiem Bell has the effect of enslaving souls.

You can use this to torture and ask who is behind the scenes.

He felt the sharp pain coming from his body, as if he was on the verge of collapse.

The black unicorn in the depths of consciousness is also crumbling.

Gu Jianlin understood that it was his body that couldn't bear the power of the ancient god for the time being.

"The soul in the Requiem Bell is not only related to the clown, but also the secret that can make me a god of the ancients. I can't give it to others. I have to take the lock of non-existence and use its concealment effect to hide it..."

Taking advantage of the strength in his body before it disappeared, Gu Jianlin jumped down from the hole that was blown through on the second floor.

Because the clown is dead, the enchantment of the lock that does not exist is crumbling.

Gu Jianlin raised his hand, grabbed a silver chain, and forcibly injected spirituality.

boom!

The remaining spirituality in the lock of non-existence vanished into ashes and turned into a silver-white bracelet, wrapping around his body.

At this moment, Gu Jianlin felt that he had burned to the end, and there was a sound of collapse in his mind, all the characteristics that belonged to Qilin were fading, and his body was in pain as if being torn apart.

He fell to his knees, as if every cell in his body was screaming, his spirituality was completely exhausted, and he had a splitting headache.

deep in consciousness.

The black unicorn collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

The boy in the white sacrificial suit woke up again and took the dominant position.

"The time to become a unicorn is so short, I'm afraid I'm going to become a one-shot man..."

Even though the pain was so painful that he almost fainted, Gu Jianlin raised his trembling hands, tied the lock of inexistence to the requiem bell, and wrapped it around his wrist like a bracelet.

The sense of existence of the two mythical weapons gradually disappeared.

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After an unknown amount of time, the door of the cafeteria was pushed open again, and outside was a helicopter hovering in mid-air.

In the cabin, the white-haired girl stood in the shadows, silent.

Deacon Nie and his subordinates were standing at the entrance of the cafeteria with extremely dignified expressions.

In addition, a tall and burly man stood beside the ambulance like a sculpture with his arms folded.

He was wearing a white suit, his face was cold, and he was not angry.

Yan Wu, the next minister of the Fengcheng District, is also the head of the Yan family.

"Is the clown dead?"

He said in a deep voice: "Where are the two mythical weapons? If there is any accident, you two go and get them back."

The man looked at his two sons.

Yan Ye was also wearing a white suit, with his hair combed back neatly. He looked in his early twenties and had a cold demeanor.

Yan Feng looks similar to him, in loose casual clothes, with a lazy expression.

"If there is an accident, don't bother the senior management to take action."

He laughed and said, "It's fine for the two of us brothers to solve it. It just so happens that I want to avenge my murder by the clown last time."

It's the long overdue investigator, in charge of the rescue.

"Don't worry, go in."

Lu Zijin yawned lazily: "With me here, everything is easy to talk about."

Members of the medical team rushed in carrying stretchers, saw the unconscious investigators all over the floor, and began to rescue them.

"Vital signs detected."

"No danger to life."

"Request for the injection of life essence."

A woman in a white coat followed behind, her hands in her pockets.

This woman has a naturally charming face, embellished with enchanting and charming makeup, and her hair is dyed light brown with big waves like a waterfall.

Even wearing a white coat, it is difficult to conceal the embossed figure. Under the black skirt, there are a pair of slender and plump legs, and the feet are stepped on black shiny high heels.

"Doctor Lin, I'm in trouble."

Deacon Nie said in a low voice.

Lin Wanqiu smiled: "Don't worry, our priests are very good at this kind of thing."

At this time, a member of the Inquisition groped for the light in the cafeteria and turned it on.

There was a snap.

White lights came on, illuminating the hall.

At this moment, everyone was silent.

Because in the hall, there are operation team commissioners who have fallen unconscious all over the place, and only one person is still awake.

It was a blood-stained teenager, sitting on the only intact chair in the ruins.

At his feet, there was a corpse.

"No offense, but your Operations Specialist is really not very good."

With a light kick, Gu Jianlin turned the corpse under his feet over, revealing that froze face in horror.

"Sorry, the bait has completed the assessment."

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Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School was in chaos due to a gas explosion.

Ambulance lights flashed on campus.

The police are also here.

Looking at the night from the glass window of the library, the whole school is in a mess.

Su Youzhu kept staring down at the phone and sent countless messages, but there was no response.

"Don't worry, your brother is fine, but he was injured a little while fighting with gangsters."

Sitting opposite him, Lu Zicheng said with a smile, "You also know that your brother's father is a profiler and has offended many people in the underworld. Now they are here to seek revenge. After today, you don't have to worry. Because the culprit has been caught."

Su Youzhu squeezed the soft hands holding the phone, raised her clear eyes, and said in a cold voice:

"Where is the injury? Is it serious? I will go to the hospital to find him now."

Lu Zicheng coughed dryly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sit down and have a cup of tea first, I'll ask you to make a record, and I'll take you there later. After all, if you want to ask for leave, your class teacher may not agree to it." ?”

He offered a steaming cup of tea.

Su Youzhu sat back down again, picked up the hot tea and took a sip: "Do you take notes here?"

Lu Zicheng felt relieved when he saw her drinking Huoxing tea.

A female secretary came over with a mysterious light in her eyes: "Your brother is fine, he wasn't injured at all, he just skipped class normally to investigate the cause of his father's death, and before he left, he asked the new head teacher to take good care of you , made brown sugar water for you."

Su Youzhu looked into her eyes, the clear and clear eyes gradually became confused.

"You are very sleepy now, go back to sleep."

The female secretary said with a smile.

However, at this moment, the teaching director rushed in with great strides and shouted:

"Su Youzhu, what are you doing here, a weight that pulls scores? Why don't you go to self-study at night? You don't want credits anymore? You don't want to take the college entrance examination? You just lowered the average score of your class, right? You grow up What can I do in the future? Be a factory girl? Or work in a bar?"

Su Youzhu pursed her vermilion lips and let out a soft oh.

boom!

Lu Zicheng patted the table impatiently, and said in a cold voice: "Being a teacher is for you to educate the students well, not for you to use chicken feathers as arrows to put on airs, a poor teaching director really thinks of himself Onions?"

The female secretary raised her eyes, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

The dean was dismissed, his face pale with fright.

Su Youzhu turned her head suspiciously.

"Your brother has made great contributions. His profile was very helpful in solving the case, and he even captured the gangster himself."

The female secretary smiled and said, "Little Gu, please take good care of you."

Lu Zi presented her a business card and said with a smile, "If anyone in school bullies you, tell me, and I'll beat them up."