The Old Gods Are Whispering Chapter 356

Chapter 356 Qinglong Yin

The black helicopter hovered over Shinjuku Station, and the black judge 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 the moment it was as silent as a tomb, and there were even tides of ghouls roaming the long street, like the gates of **** 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 is absolutely impossible to 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 the ground control situation."

There was a tablet computer in the cab, and Jiang Ziye still had a foxy smile on his face, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the ground is under control, and 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 are of the fifth rank.

Beyond that, 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 withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly: "Prepare to land."

The clash of guns and swords sounded on the communication channel, and the twelve dusk 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 is the on-the-spot commander, so his status is naturally different.

Actually, 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 left out 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 he has a high IQ.

The current task 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 to the walkie-talkie: "Do it."

Helicopters roared overhead.

The two Inquisitors are landing.

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, target is evacuating!"

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

Alchemy flashbangs are also a special combat weapon invented in modern times, mainly because the raw materials are extremely scarce, and the production process is also quite harsh, so the current technology can only rely on probability.

is luck.

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

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

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

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

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.

Tonight's Tokyo is not peaceful. Because of the attack by the test subjects, the vast majority of 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 rush, then any means of transportation will be their drag.

The problem is that 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 Speed Force can be calculated by algorithm.

Suppose your 100-meter sprint speed is fifteen seconds.

And when you have a first-order speed force, it will give you a 10% speed boost.

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 almost over, 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 has 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, right?"

Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, then 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 brother 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 Ci said softly: "I'm here today to collect debts."

The mysterious man's pupils suddenly contracted.

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

He took out a mobile 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 above 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 fall asleep, but sometimes you will still be very angry when you think about the past."

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

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

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

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

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

It is the moat, it is the farewell, and it is the 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, it is impossible to spread it to the outside world.

How did the dark world get the coffin mystery?

This is a story that is too old.

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 a period of deep sleep.

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

Eventually led to irreparable consequences.

Besides the two parties involved, the biggest victim was the man in suit and tie 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.

On the sky, dark clouds rolled and gathered, and the mighty ghosts and gods seemed to look down at the city, revealing their hideous 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 brought together, as if the gesture of an ancient Buddha holding a flower: "Come."

Jing Ci said softly.

The world is dead silent.

The night wind howled.

Flying sand and walking stones.

Black mist filled the air.

The quiet time and space seemed to be 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 crashing into the black clouds !

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

Boom!

The sound of Qinglong's dragon roar is like a thunder that destroys the world, echoing in the sky of 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 showed his ancient and violent at this moment, the expensive suit was torn apart in the hunting wind, like a ghost like a god!

The mysterious man was shocked and speechless.

So 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 people like Jing Ci, there is nothing to fear!

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