The Old Gods Are Whispering

  Chapter 71 How can you guys do it?

  The dark night is lit by golden flames, and the ancient and majestic unicorn overlooks the earth.

  The ancient **** opened his arms and spit out a syllable lightly!

   Roar!

  Ancient divine language!

  Boom!

  The dark world is crumbling, like a broken mirror, cracked inch by inch, fragmented!

   This is the judgment of the ancient supreme, and when He uttered the complete syllable, it was the day when the punishment came.

  Everything that has life is like grass!

  The world seems to be collapsing, and with the trembling frequency of the syllables, it falls into the abyss of eternal darkness, beyond redemption.

  Faced with such supernatural power, Zhang Shouheng, the seriously injured captain, didn't even have the strength to hold his bow and arrows tightly. He didn't know how to resist this force, and he didn't know where to flee.

  The iron bow in his hand trembled in horror, and every inch of it was wiped out.

  The arrow behind him was also fragmented.

  His pupils gradually turned gray and dead, his consciousness gradually became chaotic, and his spirit sank endlessly.

   Consumed by coldness and darkness.

  Zhao Zhi and Li Chengtian, the two third-tier captains, knelt on the ground weakly, their bodies decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a mummy that had been weathered for thousands of years.

  The soul was shaken to ashes, and the consciousness disappeared in the void.

die.

   dies.

destroy.

boom!

  The trembling investigators in the prison van burst out with scarlet blood mist, their bodies collapsed in this destructive language, their consciousness and spirit collapsed together, their seven orifices bled, and they were on the verge of death.

Gu Jianlin felt the power of life and death, the night was like a burning dusk, the whistling wind was a wonderful accompaniment, the crashing boom was a rough drumbeat, tens of trillions of cells were roaring and roaring, trying to tear the body apart, King's Landing world.

  The roar of the engine.

  The squeal of tires rubbing against the ground.

  Snowy headlights shining through the storm.

coming.

  Boom!

  A red supercar broke through the thick fog and swooped down.

  Yan Ye was sitting in the driver's seat, and Mu Ziqing was sitting next to him, brazenly driving the car over.

   Obviously, they don't know what is the end of the black mist.

   Only saw the overwhelming golden flame.

  And at this moment, the overwhelming coercion that suddenly oppressed them!

  Boom!

  Under the power of the ancient god's language, the super sports car crashed and flew upside down.

  Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing burst out with blood mist, but were healed by the holy light in an instant.

   "Yan Ye, do it!"

  Mu Ziqing roared.

  Yan Ye almost collapsed under the impact of this coercion, his resolute killing intent was destroyed in an instant, and he wailed in pain, but on the verge of despair, he raised his right hand.

   Idea! Blast!

  Boom!

  Gu Jianlin felt as if a bubble had exploded in his ear, and his forehead hair was shaking.

"remarkably brave."

  The next moment, Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing flew upside down, and he waved his hand blindly.

  The blood is like a rose fluttering in the wind, withering.

   There was a snap.

  Gu Jianlin raised his hands respectively, strangled the throats of the two people, and held them in the palms of his hands.

  The last moment when the ancient divine language was about to disappear.

   It was the rear compartment of the prison car that collapsed.

  The hard iron sheet collapsed and fell off inch by inch, and rich alchemy gas poured out.

  The prison is also collapsing and shattering, turning into ashes.

  The chains that bind the so-called unclean also turn to dust.

  Boom!

   I saw clusters of golden flames lighting up in the four directions of southeast, northwest, accompanied by countless twisted mantras like living creatures, criss-crossing to form a mysterious and mysterious matrix, like an ancient altar.

  The lackeys of the Tribunal were burnt to the brim, and their remaining vitality was devoured crazily, converging into clusters of illusory flames of life, which finally fell on the dying people.

  After everyone in the shelter received the gift of life, the rhythm of life that was on the verge of death pulsed again, and regained their vitality.

  Under the fire of the divine sacrifice, the lackeys of the trial court were no longer alive, and turned into cold corpses.

  Gu Jianlin looked at them indifferently, and another drop of golden blood was thrown out by him.

  I saw that drop of golden blood suspended in the air, suddenly burst open, and shot away.

   Every drop of blood splashed on those cold corpses.

  Golden blood smeared on the pale corpse.

  In the storm, there was a strange color.

  Including the three people in the first group, golden blood spread on them like a coquettish mandala.

   That kind of blood seems to contain infinite power.

   As if destroying them.

  Drag them into the abyss and hell!

   At the same time, Gu Jianlin felt that the blood of the ancient **** in his body was finally exhausted, and the cells all over his body were screaming and tearing apart, and the body was hit by the pain of cutting into pieces again, as if his soul was being broken and suffering.

  Last time, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even stand up.

   But this time, he was able to hold his body strong, like a mountain, and never fall down.

  His golden pupils are going out.

  The black jade-like unicorn mask also melted like mist.

  The ferocious dragon scales faded away, as if it had never appeared before.

  Finally, the pair of noble and rare horns collapsed inch by inch and dissipated in the wind.

  The power belonging to the ancient gods once again fell into silence.

  However, his aura did not fade in the slightest, his slender and thin figure was so straight in the dark.

  The storm that seems to shake the world.

  At this moment, it seems that it is no longer the power of the ancient gods that supports this young man.

   Rather, some sort of ignited emotion.

  A force called anger.

   Torrential rain pours.

  Thunder and lightning flashed above the sky.

  Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, savoring the pain, and when he raised his eyelids again, his pupils were indifferent.

  He heard a whistling from overhead.

   There is also the sharp sound of tires braking on the ground, and even the sound of guns colliding, and cold footsteps.

  The helicopter in the distance, the majestic rhythm of life in the cabin.

  Investigators surrounded from all directions.

  The captains who came out from the depths of the sea.

   There are also guards from Heiyun Walled City.

   mighty.

  Like an army.

  Countless powerful rhythms of life are surrounding him from different directions.

  However, the boy didn't care, instead he had a vague expectation.

  In the broken carriage, Wan Wan blinked her eyes, as if she was having a nightmare, shivering.

  A pair of blood-stained, slightly trembling, feeble hands tried to hug her.

  Uncle Mu was covered in blood, like an old lion that had come to an end. He hugged his cub tightly, struggled to open his eyes, and saw the boy with black hair shaking standing in the strong wind.

   "Little Gu."

  With all his strength, he murmured hoarsely, and said, "You shouldn't have come here... Your future is all ruined."

  Gu Jianlin said indifferently, "It's okay, Uncle Mu."

   "The good show has just begun."

  He paused: "Also, our reinforcements have already arrived."

  At this moment, the enchantment of the Unexisting Lock suddenly collapsed, turning into a silver-white chain and returning to the wrist.

  Finally, the helicopter landed on the ground.

  Deacon Nie walked down the cabin with a gloomy face, supported by his subordinates.

  A white-haired woman carrying a black piano case followed behind, her brows were tightly knit and her face was serious.

   There was also a bloated fat man who hurriedly followed behind.

   In addition, there is a middle-aged man in a white suit with an extremely ugly face.

  Finally, in the cabin, Lu Zijin had his hands behind his back, with no expression on his immature and delicate face.

   A black Mercedes blocked the road.

  Wang Bolin came out with a dark face, many bruises on his body, and a heavy machine gun in his hand.

  Lin Wanqiu followed behind in a white coat, with an extremely dignified expression.

   In addition, the door of a Mercedes-Benz was kicked open.

   Panting, Lu Zicheng came out from the inside, and was stunned when he saw the **** scene.

  Chen Qing got off the co-pilot with a pretty pale face.

  Members of countless guards rushed over from all directions, raising their pitch-black muzzles.

   Locked on the boy who looked like a madman in the ruins.

  I don’t know how many extraordinary-level investigators were there, and there were five captains above the super-dimensional level, as well as important figures from various families, and even the ministers of the Fengcheng area.

   The sky and the earth.

   There is no escape.

   It's just that for some reason, when they saw the boy, they felt trembling.

   There were only three survivors present, and Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing were in his hands.

  Yan Feng was trampled on the soles of his feet.

  Gu Jianlin faced such a huge battle, but he didn't show any expression.

  Especially those indifferent pupils, as long as you look at him, you feel like you are in hell.

   "Uncle Mu, whether my future will be ruined or not, I don't know, and it doesn't matter at all. But today, I want you to know... It's better to clench your fists than to accept it."

  Gu Jianlin looked around in all directions, and said indifferently: "The high-level members of the association, as well as the captains, you have all seen it."

   Faint thunder.

   Torrential rain poured down.

   "I am the son of Gu Ci'an, I am the son of the fallen, and I have colluded with the unclean."

  He was bathed in the torrential rain, and slowly tightened his five fingers, making a man and a woman in his hands whimper near death.

  Stepping down with his right foot with slight strength, the garbage under his feet let out a miserable scream.

  Those dark pupils were illuminated by a flash of lightning.

  It seems to be questioning those people in all directions, and it seems to be questioning the world.

   "But... so what?"

   Alright, everyone, go to sleep, there is no need to wait for the remaining three chapters, I don’t know when it will be finished.

  (end of this chapter)