The Old Gods Are Whispering

A black helicopter hovered over Shinjuku Station, and Judge Hei sat in the cabin overlooking Tokyo at night. The city was filled with dark fog tonight, as if even the lights had been sucked away.

It was supposed to be the largest city in the world, but at this moment it was as silent as a tomb, and there were even a wave of ghouls roaming the long street, as if the gates of hell were opened, and the evil spirits rushed out roaring.

"We broke something last time, this time is the only chance."

Judge Bai bit a lady's cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and said softly: "The people of the Priory must be found. I have never seen the old Patriarch so angry. If he misses, even death will be easy. Who would have thought , More than two hundred years have passed, and someone really dares to take action against my hometown."

For the two judges, this mission must not fail.

The driver sat in the car and said with a smile, "Are you really tired of work?"

He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Report to ground control."

There was a tablet computer in the cab, and Jiang Ziye still had a foxy smile, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the ground is under control, our people are everywhere, this is a net."

Behind him is a motorcade parked on the side of the road.

There are a total of thirteen Twilight candidates from the six major families, all of them of the fifth rank.

In addition, they have contingency plans.

Jiang Chuge is currently cleaning up the experimental subjects in Shibuya, and if something unexpected happens, he can join the battle at any time.

"Do you want to do it now?"

Judge Bai's danger prediction was not triggered, he turned his head and said, "There is not much time."

Judge Hei retracted his gaze and nodded slightly: "Prepare to land."

The clash of guns and swords sounded on the communication channel, and the twelve Twilight candidates approached the silent mansion in groups of three. Overlords are lurking on the building across the street, and have already set up their sniper rifles. The celestial masters have also secretly brewed their spirituality, creating turbulent flow of elements at any time to interfere with the battlefield.

Jiang Ziye was sitting in the car with a lollipop in his mouth, touching the walkie-talkie in his hand.

In this operation, he was the on-the-spot commander, so his status was naturally different.

In fact, among the younger generation of the Jiang family, he is not so dazzling.

The main reason is that his parents died early, even when he was still alive, he was the top genius in the family, but because of his rebellion, he was not very popular with the old Patriarch, leaving him as an only son who was naturally neglected in the family. Fortunately, he has a good personality, is harmless to humans and animals, and has no aggressiveness. Even if he is talented, he is always low-key, and he has a good relationship with his brothers and sisters. More importantly, he is obedient and listens to his elders.

Obedient children will always have candy.

Of course, another reason is that his IQ is very high.

The current mission has a 100% success rate.

Otherwise, this kind of on-the-spot command operation would not be his turn at all.

"You can't let your grandfather down."

Jiang Ziye said into the walkie-talkie: "Do it."

Helicopters roared overhead.

The two Inquisitors are descending.

With a bang, a blazing white flash illuminated the night without warning, like a star being ignited and exploded. The extreme light almost enveloped the entire street, especially the sublimators who have the ability to perceive. His consciousness seemed to be suspended, and even his thinking stagnated for a short time.

"Target is evacuating!"

"Repeat, the target is evacuating!"

"Alchemy flash bomb, the other party has prepared an alchemy flash bomb!"

Alchemy flash bombs are also a special combat weapon invented in modern times. The main reason is that the raw materials are extremely scarce, and the production process is also quite demanding. With the current technology, it can only rely on probability.

That is luck.

Since there is no way to deal with the current major channels, it is so precious.

"The alchemy flash bomb only lasts for a minute at most."

Judge Hei's voice was hoarse, like a ghost.

Judge Bai gritted his teeth and said: "The old Patriarch has an order to kill without mercy!"

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Jing Ci held the cup of cold coffee, overlooking the long street under the roof.

On the road with turbulent traffic, ghostly shadows sprint forward one after another. The field of super speed and force is enough for them to have the ability to travel through time and space, enough to leave behind all the cars rushing on the road, even super sports cars It is difficult to catch up with such a terrifying speed, this is the advantage of the ghost-slaying path.

Tokyo is not peaceful tonight. Because of the attack by the test subjects, most of the citizens chose to flee the city by car, some headed for Chiba Prefecture, and some fled directly to Yokohama and Kamakura. Fortunately, the traffic roads in this city are well developed, and the current road congestion is not too serious, and everyone is running away desperately.

The so-called traffic rules have become a display in front of life and death.

Gu Jianlin and Su Youzhu shuttled through the traffic like ghosts, faintly visible.

It is about two kilometers away from Shinjuku Station.

If it's just a short-term raid, then any means of transportation will be a drag on them.

The problem is, their endurance is questionable.

Even if you carry enough spiritual elixir, the speed force cannot be maintained forever.

Because you will always be tired.

The blessing of the speed force can be calculated by the algorithm.

Suppose your 100-meter sprint speed is fifteen seconds.

And when you have the first level of speed force, it will bless you with ten percent speed.

If you don't have to run, but walk.

You can walk 100 meters in 100 seconds, even if you are blessed with 10% speed, it is still a turtle crawl.

Now a minute is about to pass, and the dazzling light is about to go out.

They are running out of time.

"Murder, are you crazy?"

The mysterious man said in disbelief: "You have to know, this is the capital of Tokyo, and the monastery has planted many secrets here. You know how powerful Jiang Chunyang is. He is the one who betrayed the world of order and is still alive." people, and the one who cooperates with him is even... Bu Zhoushan!"

When uttering the last three words, the mysterious man emphasized his tone.

"I know."

Jing Ci withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly: "So what do you mean?"

The mysterious man looked at him deeply, and said in a stern tone: "I hope you can take the two little guys and leave quickly. This is not a problem for you at all, is it?"

Jing Ji was taken aback, shook his head and laughed, "I didn't come to save my junior brother."

This time it was the mysterious man's turn to be stunned.

"My junior is not as weak as you think, and he never needs me to save him. Tonight is actually a rare opportunity for him. After all, the world has always underestimated him."

Jing Ji said softly, "I'm here today to collect debts."

The mysterious man's pupils suddenly shrank.

Jing Ci said lightly: "With the ability of your secret organization, it shouldn't be difficult to find out my past. Where I was born, what I have experienced, and who I have loved, you should know everything."

He took out a cell phone from his hand.

This is an old mobile phone, the earliest version of Nokia, probably one or two versions higher than PHS, covered with rough scratches, full of traces of time, at least twenty years old.

The most important thing is that this mobile phone has been making calls.

The time displayed on it had stopped beating, and a long series of numbers filled the entire screen.

This is a call I don't know how long it took.

"Don't worry, the person on the phone can't hear anything. She has been asleep for ten years. If nothing happens, she won't wake up before I die. Three days ago, I went to Lishan Tianyan Pavilion to visit her." I passed her and bought her her favorite canned yellow peach. I also opened a can, which is a bit too sweet for me."

Jing Ci picked up the old Nokia and said softly, "I promised you that you won't mess around after you fell asleep, but sometimes you will still be very angry when you think about the past."

"So even if I did do something, you don't know."

He smiled silently: "If you have the ability, you wake up and quarrel with me."

There was no answer on the phone, only the sound of quiet breathing, like the erratic wind.

Jing Ci was not disappointed either, and silently put away the phone.

He knew how long she would be asleep, which was an insurmountable time for him.

It is a natural moat, a farewell, and a boundary that cannot be touched in this life.

He has already accepted the reality.

The mysterious man looked at him silently.

For a person like Jing Ci, the shadows naturally have his information.

As we all know, Jing Ci once fought through the entire dusk with his own strength.

But few people know why he did it.

In fact, this matter has something to do with the coffin mystery mastered by the dark world.

Because this kind of secret technique should be taboo in the world of order and Tianyan Pavilion, and it is impossible to spread it to the outside world.

How did the dark world get the coffin secret technique?

This is a very old story.

Even with the ability of the mysterious person, he only knows a rough idea.

At the beginning, Lishan Tianyan Pavilion was doing a very important experiment. Once it succeeded, it would be able to create a coffin dominated by the ancient gods. It was an unprecedentedly powerful life, and it could even rewrite the history of the two races.

The probability of success of this experiment is very slim, but there is no risk for the two subjects.

Even if the experiment fails, it is nothing more than sleeping for a while.

The problem is that no one thought that this experiment was sabotaged midway.

In the end, it led to irreversible consequences.

Apart from the two parties involved, the biggest victim is the man in suit and leather shoes in front of him.

"Jiang Chunyang, long time no see."

Jing Ci put away his phone and stretched out his right hand facing the dark night.

Dark clouds rolled and gathered above the sky, and the mighty ghosts and gods seemed to look down at the city, revealing their ferocious faces, and the criss-crossing lightning danced like a demon, like the sharp horns of a devil.

He suppressed the city, and no one dared to challenge his authority.

"You are not the Supreme, you shouldn't show off your might in front of me."

His index finger and thumb were close together, as if the gesture of an ancient Buddha holding a flower: "Come."

Jing Ci said softly.

The world was dead silent.

The night wind howled.

Flying sand and walking stones.

Black mist filled the air.

The quiet time and space seemed to be mired in a quagmire, and the sky collapsed!

A cyan ancient dragon soared into the sky, and the void was easily torn apart like a fragile mirror. Cracks like spider webs permeated the dark night, and the world sounded broken, collapsing and dislocation!

Such an ancient and majestic creature is rare in the world. It has a pair of dragon horns burning with green flames on its head. Its hideous face is covered with bony protrusions. There are dark blue scales growing all over its body. It emits hot steam when it opens and closes, and its tail is vertical and horizontal. A gust of wind arose between the swings, dragging the fiery tail flame like a shooting star!

Those blood-red vertical pupils seem to have a panoramic view of the world. Like a burning meteorite, he counterattacks and rushes to the extreme of the sky, tearing apart the obstructing clouds, breaking through the endless darkness, and shattering the black clouds !

The ghosts and gods above the clouds were devoured in one bite, and the sky of Tokyo reverberated with old and angry roars!

boom!

Qinglong's dragon chant sounded like a world-ending thunder, echoing in the sky above Tokyo!

The world is full of violent dragon chant!

The coffee cup was smashed on the roof.

Jing Ci raised his blood-red eyes, this gentle man finally revealed his ancient and violent at this moment, the expensive suit was torn apart in the whistling wind, like a ghost like a god!

The mysterious man was shocked and speechless.

It turns out that this is Jing Ci's method.

Since you can't find where the singing voice is, then don't look for it at all.

Because his dragon roar is enough to overwhelm all the sounds in this world.

It is naturally impossible for Venerable Candle Dragon to come to Tokyo to sing.

Then the singing must be a recorded imitation.

For a person like Jing Ci, there is nothing to fear!

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