The Old Gods Are Whispering

In the Buddhist temple on the back hill of the Central Spiritual Shuyuan, Ying Changsheng stood blankly in the sunshine after the heavy rain. Just a moment ago, it was a battlefield on the line between life and death, but now it suddenly became silent.

Enemies and teammates are gone.

"How is this going?"

He froze on the spot, and the ground trembled suddenly. Thick golden tree roots shot up from the ground, as if they spread through the entire world. The scent of Zhuzhao Law was so strong.

"I don't know, the Lord and the Mistress were clearly still here just now."

Tianji said hoarsely: "The gold and silver are also gone."

Of course, the Red King was gone too.

Ye Dao and Tian Shu are also important figures, so they can naturally understand the key point, because the disappeared people are all adaptors who have mastered the third method, and they may have gone to another world.

Because just now, they all felt the emergence of the wedge between heaven and man.

Just as soon as he appeared, the cool aura had dissipated.

"What's this?"

Ying Changsheng looked ahead in astonishment, his pupils shrinking slightly.

It was a simple throne, covered with complicated and incomprehensible red-hot lines. Its size was so huge that it seemed as if it was cast for giants, and it was definitely not a creation of humans.

It is clearly an ancient relic, but it has a sense of future technology, which is extremely puzzling.

"This is a creation from the third method. It can transform the spiritual genes of the adaptor. This is how Gold and Silver allowed themselves to master the third method. This is what the Lord left behind." Tianji saw this thing for the first time. Responding at a glance, Shen Sheng explained.

Obviously, Gu Jianlin noticed something unusual before disappearing.

Saved this thing in a hurry.

Ying Changsheng pondered for a moment: "Why did No. 0 keep this thing?"

There was a violent roar, and a helicopter landed in the broken inner courtyard.

The cabin door opened, and all Dusk members hurriedly walked down. Jiang Mingyan walked at the front carrying a heavy weapon box, with the unconscious petite girl on his back.

The saints headed by Tianji suddenly became vigilant.

"do not move."

Jiang Ziye appeared like a ghost and said with a smile: "We are all our own people."

Su Youxia also walked out of the dense forest and said breathlessly: "That's your mistress."

Only then did the saints realize who the unconscious petite girl was!

Lei Ting is the mistress, and Yueji is also the mistress.

So this Jiang family woman from Dusk is somewhat unoffended.

Jiang Mingyan had a cold face and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the simple throne in the Zen courtyard: "If I guessed correctly, they have all disappeared, right?"

Ying Changsheng hummed.

"Hurry then, my daughter must master the third method as soon as possible."

Jiang Mingyan said coldly: "This is Qing Hechi's order. Once the wedge of heaven and man appears, we must let my daughter master the third method and enter that world!"

In a coma, Su Youzhu murmured faintly, as if she was afraid of something.

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In the desolate world, Gu Jianlin raised his hand to block the scorching sunlight falling above his head. He already knew that it was too late when the dimension was violently turbulent. After hastily withdrawing his shadow, he appeared here in full glory. The ancestral star of the gods.

He was panting violently, and his whole body was covered with terrible sword marks.

Because this planet is dead, there is no way to swallow life to heal.

He half knelt on the ground and coughed out a mouthful of blood in pain.

Someone handed a bottle of life potion to his side, her red hair swaying in the wind.

Tang Ling is currently in the best condition. She can no longer keep up with this level of fighting, but she is very familiar with the swordsmanship of her teacher and uncle, and is a good tactical commander.

"It's a shame, just a little bit worse."

Jiang Yanli fell to the ground, with the broken Tang knife stuck sideways at his side, dripping with blood.

He was just a little short of cutting off the heads of two juniors from the same sect.

Who knew that at that moment everything would be turned upside down.

It was a missed opportunity after all.

"I said, it's already too late."

The King of Gold had a broken arm. His right hand no longer held the sword, but was covering the broken wound. There was no expression on his blood-stained face: "Everything is doomed."

The King of Silver sat on his knees in the yellow sand in the sky, his eyes pitiful.

"Everything has been revealed."

Jiang Yanli took a sip and looked up at the sky: "It still doesn't work."

At this moment, Tang Ling suddenly realized something.

The King of Blue is fighting with Lord Suzaku.

And this dead world she had arrived in was devoid of any life.

Gu Jianlin also realized this and looked up at the sky!

Huge fear exploded in his mind.

Mount Kailash in the distance seems to stand at the end of the ancestral star. Under the golden tree that reaches the sky and the earth are noble birds that cover the sky and the sun, but the dark unicorn disappears in the wind.

Lord Suzaku was suspended in mid-air with his hands on his back, his chest was penetrated by a hand, and his noble golden blood flowed to the earth, but burned like a flame.

There was a faint thunder, and Huaiyin's right hand sank into His chest, almost removing His heart.

Unfortunately, this king felt that his body was as heavy as lead, and the great power that could destroy the world in the past had disappeared. It was like his soul had been taken away in an instant, and all that was left was his aging body. , something called death is spreading in his body.

The vigorous young man's face became old again, his body was ashesed inch by inch like burnt charcoal, and the ashes drifted away with the wind, annihilated in the void.

He knew that his time had come.

"Pity."

Huai Yin said softly.

Thousands of cracks appeared on Venerable Suzaku's mask, and golden blood leaked from his lips. His voice was still calm: "But you won."

This is the approval from the Supreme.

Huaiyin won.

Why did he win, because Huaiyin severely injured him at the moment of death.

If Huaiyin had more time, he could even try to exile him again.

It's a pity that there is no if.

After the Wedge of Heaven and Man appeared in the world, they were all involved in the world of the ancestor star.

In this lifeless world, Huaiyin could no longer extract the life force of the planet.

Yes, the reason why Huaiyin was so powerful before was because he devoured the life force on this planet with his supreme power, so that he could continue to suppress the ancient supreme.

There is not so much vitality on the ancestor star for him to squander.

So his time has come.

"amazing."

Venerable Suzaku finally stretched out his hand, as if to help him close his eyes: "Let's go."

Farewell to the ancient supreme.

Well worth the trip.

The unicorn wedge suspended above the head fell powerlessly, and the blade hummed unwillingly.

Huaiyin looked down at this barren planet, his pupils were illuminated by the brilliant Candle God Tree, he seemed to have heard the sound of the wind from afar, and a lonely look appeared on his face.

"Sorry, kid, the rest of the way...you have to go by yourself."

His eyelids slowly fell, and the darkness descended overwhelmingly.

Venerable Suzaku's hand also fell in front of him.

No!

No no no no no!

Gu Jianlin couldn't make any sound, but the soul in his body screamed like crazy. He didn't know if the teacher could be resurrected in the future. After all, the price of forcibly merging the third method with the supreme personality is unknown. It is forever farewell.

At this moment, despair and anger filled the brain.

Memories of the past flashed back in my mind.

The old man who was waiting for him on the way from school many years ago.

The old man who had accompanied him virtually for many years at the courier station in front of his house.

The old man who was willing to make a deal with the ancient supreme for him.

The figure of him sitting in a wheelchair, he pretended to be angry and cursed.

And the gentle gaze that always watches him from behind.

Anger flared up.

Burned out all sanity!

"Stop him."

Jiang Yanli said suddenly.

Tang Ling was about to grab the young man beside her, but she heard Qilin's roar.

Where are the boys?

The wedge of the unicorn that fell to the ground had already pierced his heart, and he soared into the sky in the most primitive and violent mythical posture. The burning will-o'-the-wisps converged into a majestic body, and the golden pupils lit up in the barren world, reflecting the unstoppable anger. The Junior Supreme!

Not only that.

There is also the sound of dragon chant that runs through the world!

A blood-red ancient dragon charged into the sky like lightning, and time and space were shattered!

Even if it is gold and silver, they dare not stop it at this moment.

As if afraid of being burned by the monstrous anger!

Venerable Suzaku's right hand landed in mid-air, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented killing intent, and the moment he turned around, he saw a blood-red lightning galloping towards him, accompanied by an angry roaring black unicorn, as if to kill him. Get smashed to pieces!

He raised his hand, and the scarlet flame burned like a sea of ​​fire!

It's just that this was Gu Jianlin's pinnacle blow.

Whether it is Zhulong or Qilin, they have exhausted the profound meanings they have learned all their lives.

Even if you are Venerable Suzaku, you have to pay the price!

There was a loud bang!

Venerable Suzaku was smashed into his divine seat, so the god naturally wouldn't make a muffled sound, but the broken sound echoed throughout the world, like the most exquisite porcelain in the world was shattered.

The original postures of Qilin and Zhulong dissipated.

Gu Jianlin held the unicorn wedge and suspended in mid-air, behind him was an invincible shadow.

His golden pupils were bloodshot with anger and ferocity, and the monstrous rage burned wantonly.

However, at this moment, the anger suddenly extinguished.

The roaring sound in my ear went away, as if I was isolated to another world.

The wind is also dissipating.

He couldn't hear the voice calling from behind.

An unprecedented void appeared in his pupils.

He couldn't even believe his eyes.

Because the mask of Venerable Suzaku was shattered, this lofty god sat on the noble throne, calmly wiped away the blood flowing down his face, and raised his head.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It used to belong to Gu Jianlin's closest relative in the world.

Even though Gu Jianlin was furious, Supreme Wrath didn't know where to fall, because he had the power of a god but a human heart. At this moment, he was overwhelmed by loneliness and emptiness like never before, and of course there was a sea tide. The grief that permeated the air.

Been through so many ups and downs.

After so many trials of life and death.

After traveling all the way, he finally met the person he wanted to see the most, but it was a pity that it was in this way.

He felt that his heart was also split with the shattering of the mask, and the sorrow and pain flowed out like blood, and he was so sad that he could hardly control himself.

At this moment, he finally understood the president's good intentions.

I also understood why the teacher desperately stayed on Mount Kailash.

Everything they did was to prevent themselves from stepping into this ending.

But in the end, he still walked into this ridiculous ending.

I personally returned to this cage called fate.

After a year, the father and son who were supposed to be separated from each other reunited again.

Venerable Suzaku trampled on his broken heart again with his last words.

"Long time no see, my child."

He got up from the throne and looked down at the world indifferently.

His name is Suzaku, and he is the oldest life in the world.

He is God, He is the Supreme, He is the Supreme above the apex of the two worlds.

He is... Gu Ci'an.