The Old Gods Are Whispering Chapter 549

Chapter 549 Happy Birthday

The sacred tree of Zhuzhao is roaring and growing. Gu Jianlin seems to have been poured into the tree, showing only a face without sadness or joy. His pupils are strange gold, with dark lotus flowers flowing around them.

The original is absorbing His power and is devouring this world.

The vast wasteland is engulfed by tree roots entwined with lotus vines, as if the ancient tree world has descended, taking root in the snow-covered soil and drilling deep into the earth's core.

The ancient tree seems to have extended to the extreme end of the sky, and the golden crown spreads endlessly. When you look up, you can see the scorching foehn winds gathering together, and the red fire clouds are torn apart by the sunlight, making them indistinguishable. Find out whether it is heaven or hell.

The young man's eyes were empty, but his golden pupils seemed to be able to reflect the world.

Venerable Zhulong stared into His eyes and saw the end of the world.

The old man howled and ran away but still could not escape the fate of being turned into a tree. The withered bark multiplied on his body, turning him into an old tree in just a moment. His child cried and hugged him. When he refused to leave, he was forcibly taken away by the servants.

The demon hunters and the night watchers were fighting in the Central Spiritual Center campus, and were suddenly overturned by a huge ancient tree. The moment the thick roots touched them, these well-trained warriors were also The tree turned into a tree, and the desperate expression was fixed on the trunk.

Ji Xiaoyu and Fu Chaoyang retreated under the cover of the soldiers. More and more of their companions were infected by the strange tree transformation phenomenon. Some people realized that they were abnormal and pulled the trigger on their head.

Lu Zijin and Chen Bojun, who were covered with bruises and bruises, could not escape. After they escorted their injured comrades to the car, they also fell into a deep sleep and mutated into towering ancient trees.

Of course Captain Lu and Deputy Chen, including Uncle Mu, were also swallowed up by the golden tree roots.

Cheng Youyu, the fat little man, yelled at the sky and was invaded by a strange virus in the blink of an eye. He mutated into a short, fat tree man, and his posture had quite a comedic effect.

Xia Zhi also fell asleep and turned into a graceful little tree.

The freaks at dusk were unable to resist this strange power. After a short period of resistance, all their spiritual beings were swallowed up, and their mortal bodies became part of the Candlelight Divine Tree.

Only the shadow department is still holding on. They are trying their best to destroy the spreading tree roots and guard the underground hangar where Deep Space is located. Fortunately, they still have the assistance of the divine servants, otherwise the entire army would have been wiped out long ago.

Tokyo's arborization phenomenon has caused the city to be engulfed, the desert near Cairo has turned into a terrifying oasis, and the glaciers in Oslo roar with the growth of eucalyptus and viburnum.

"Pitiful."

Venerable Zhulong gently stroked the young man's face and looked at the miserable faces of all living beings.

The situation of the demigods is not easy either.

Lhine and Lingdong were on the verge of going berserk. Their eyes were also strangely golden. The dry bark spread to their necks. They even cut off the shuhua's arms with their swords, but to no avail.

Platinum laughed wildly and knelt down, twisted branches growing out of his withered body.

Commander Lu was also entangled in countless vines, almost suffocating him.

Only the ghosts are still moving around in the streets, avoiding the raging tree roots.

The demigods who are aloof can only do this when faced with natural disasters.

This weird arborescence phenomenon is spreading around the world, like a terrible plague. If communication equipment can still be used, it will immediately appear on the Internet and be reported by major media. The bomb of public opinion will spread around the world. Exploded, causing huge turmoil.

Countries that have responded quickly have also dispatched the military for investigation and rescue, and will also send the best scholars to investigate this strange dendrosis disease. Unfortunately, it is destined to be fruitless.

This is the predicted doomsday. The civilization built by mankind over thousands of years is so fragile and vulnerable to the natural power of the ancient gods.

Venerable Zhulong sang, as if hypnotizing the young man in the tree.

Gu Jianlin clearly had his eyes open, but he seemed to be asleep.

His consciousness was still stuck in the howling wind and snow, and the ruins of the ancient and barbaric tribe.

There are withered lotus flowers under the withered old trees. The black-haired girl stands on the tree crown, looking down. There is a vast sea of ice in all directions, and the majestic stone statues roar out of the sea.

Gu Jianlin couldn't move at all because he was hugged.

The **** whose body was burnt to char was wrapped around his back like an evil ghost, whispering hoarsely in his ears, like a desperate man's cry for help before drowning, or like a devil's curse.

A ferocious human face appeared on the burnt black face.

Sometimes it's Milo, sometimes it's Taiqing, and there are also unfamiliar faces.

Those are all people who have been eroded by the original, and they are also a collection of unified wills.

Now that his heart is rock-solid, of course he will not be troubled by this level of hallucinations. He raised his hand and tried to crush that **** face, but at that moment he was suddenly stunned.

Because that face turned out to be that of a flower, and the little girl looked at him with fear in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Mu's face covered in blood appeared, looking more ferocious and terrifying than ever before.

In just a short moment, he saw many familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Lu Zijin, Lu Zicheng, Chen Bojun, Chen Qing…

The expressions of siblings Lin Lan and Lin Wanqiu were as gloomy as evil ghosts.

　　The faces of former comrades appeared one after another, and their eyes were more vicious than ever before.

In the end, the charred faces of the shadows appeared like hallucinations.

“Go to hell!”

Hysterical roars and sharp, hoarse curses echoed in the young man's ears.

Gu Jianlin covered his ears in pain.

　　“When people are on the verge of death, they always look ugly.”

The black-haired girl in the wind and snow looked down at him indifferently: "This is the person you want to protect. They also want you to die when they are desperate. You should not have been born, and you should not have survived. The so-called paradox is actually It's the world's fault. Why do you want to protect them?"

She paused: "Eat them up."

Gu Jianlin felt severe pain.

Because the charred **** was tearing at his body.

The sharp nails tore his body to pieces.

He clearly felt the hatred and resentment of his former comrades.

It's not just them.

And the hatred and malice of the world.

I don't know what kind of painful torture they are going through.

So much so that their faith has been wiped out and they have turned into evil spirits struggling in hell.

Thinking about it, it is difficult for the inheritors of the order of the past to resist the original erosion.

　　What's more, it's them.

With a bang, the wind and snow dispersed.

The girl in the snowstorm was actually nailed to an ancient tree. There were hundreds of millions of people in simple clothes kneeling on the ice sea. The majestic stone statue opened its eyes with ferocious eyes.

The old priest stood in front of the statue, holding high the flaming sword.

Gu Jianlin saw his movements clearly in the severe pain.

He wants to burn the tree!

No, they want to burn the girl in the tree!

“The time has come to end the curse!”

The old priest shouted: "Kill this girl, and our clan will usher in a great rebirth!"

The cheers of billions of people drowned him, and the eyes of the girl who was crucified on the tree showed neither sadness nor joy.

Like an insignificant spectator.

It turns out that this is the anger and despair that Master Zhulong has experienced. The girl who lost her hometown and family embarked on a journey to try to solve the curse and tragedy of the planet for hundreds of millions of years. In the end, she was considered responsible for all disasters. The source was crucified on the cross.

It's just that she is so powerful, why would she be defeated by ordinary people?

There was no anger or despair in her eyes, but relief like relief.

“What I have experienced, now I want you to experience it too.”

The black-haired girl said indifferently: "Tell me, how do you choose?"

Gu Jianlin endured the severe pain of being torn apart. What he recalled in his mind was every bit of encounter with those people. There is a saying that people are a collection of all social relationships. It seems that it is because of their existence that they have become what they are today. Himself, it makes sense for him to live.

After he let go of everything, he seemed to finally understand himself.

It turned out that what supported him along the way was not the so-called paranoia.

It was Captain Lu's initial snap of fingers, Sister Chen Qing's bandaging of his wounds, Minister Lu's charming smile, the kindness of Uncle Mu and his daughter, and the trust and impulse of his comrades.

The last thing I saw was the faces of Yue Ji and Lei Ting.

There is also a woman's smile.

How long does it take for people to understand themselves?

Perhaps a moment.

It may also be forever.

At this moment, Gu Jianlin finally understood what his grandmother wanted to tell him.

Living is a person's business.

Everyone will grow up, and no one can accompany you all the way.

There is no one who cannot live without anyone.

You don't have a father, but you still have a teacher.

You have lost her, but you still have them.

The voice of my grandma seemed to be echoing in my ears again.

“Learn to love yourself.”

You have to learn to love yourself before you can love others.

“Actually, I am not powerless to stop you from pouring the ashes of the candle into my body.”

Gu Jianlin said softly: "I just want to know how strong he is."

The girl who was crucified on the ancient tree was slightly startled.

“I just witnessed with my own eyes how strong the so-called cage of fate is.”

Gu Jianlin stood up with strength, turned around and hugged the burnt god.

“I want to know who is stronger... or me!”

Gu Jianlin's eyes were burning with fierce fire. There was no such heroic embrace in the world, and the **** who was burned to chars exploded in his arms.

The roaring and growling in my ears disappeared.

The hell-like hallucination before my eyes has also disappeared.

The burning ashes lit up inside his body, floating and circling like blowing in the wind, but they could not escape the furnace made of his flesh and blood, and the unwilling roar of the gods echoed in the darkness.

The original power can no longer corrode him.

What the Venerable Qiongqi failed to do, he has now done.

Gu Jianlin used his iron will to forcefully suppress the original, because he heard the call from the distance, and the most primitive throbbing in his life made him omnipotent.

Because he had to break free and return to the real world.

Go back...take a look at her.

　　Boom!

The scorching burning wind exploded in front of Venerable Zhulong. She dissipated under the tree like a reflection in the water, and in an instant she stood in the sky again, her red dress swaying like fire.

The wreckage of a fighter jet was stuck sideways in the desolate snowfield, burning brightly.

Jiang Yanli was panting and holding the Tang Dao, with a sarcastic smile.

The candle-lit sacred tree that reached the sky and the earth trembled, and someone stepped out from the floating ashes. His upper body was naked, and lines as hot as lava flowed in the texture of the muscles.

Gu Jianlin seems to be unable to control the power in his body, and he staggers when he walks.

Until someone held his shoulder.

“Go.”

Su Youzhu's platinum short hair was swaying in the wind: "Bear her down nicely."

The girl's eyes are no longer cold, but contain infinite tenderness and pampering.

Tang Ling supported the other half of his body and said softly: "She has been waiting for you for a long time."

As adaptors of the third method, Yue Ji and Lei Ting are one of the few beings who can withstand the tree disease. However, their current ranks are not enough to support them here. The girls' spirituality has long been exhausted, and their souls are about to die. It shattered, and blood flowed from the seven orifices.

But they still wiped the blood off their faces and left the best of themselves to him.

Gu Jianlin raised his head and saw the wreckage of the fighter plane.

I also saw a woman coming out of the wreckage.

Shi Jing, her mother.

　In the eyes of this poor woman, her husband no longer loved her. Even if he died in a car accident, there was not much sadness, because in her knowledge, she still had a son.

In the world where her son is, there is still love.

Later, her son also disappeared and disappeared without a trace in her world.

The best magician in the world of order once used hypnosis on her, trying to erase the memory of her son, but he could never completely erase the boy's shadow.

No one knows why this woman's memory is so tenacious.

Be able to resist extraordinary power with the mortal body.

Now everyone understands.

That is the woman who once gave birth to the Supreme Being.

This is the miracle of life.

　　Now she has remembered everything. The truth about her husband and son was like a cruel blade that penetrated her heart. Her hair turned white overnight, like a flower on the verge of withering.

This woman has never been so beautiful in the burning flames. She stepped on the barren ground, her skirt rising and falling in the wind, so holy and distant, as if she had stepped from heaven into the world.

"sorry."

Gu Jianlin apologized, walked up to her and hugged her.

“Worried you, Mom.”

The woman's white hair flows like water in the wind, and she gently hugs her child.

No blame, no pain.

She just touched the boy's hair: "Thank you for your hard work."

Gu Jianlin shook his head and said nothing.

“Child, have you learned to say goodbye now?”

The woman asked softly.

Gu Jianlin felt her life passing by and sighed.

This is the price of giving birth to the Supreme Being.

Her life had long since faded away, and it was only her longing for her son that kept her going until now. When she finally remembered everything, it was time to say goodbye.

"That's good."

The woman seemed to know what he was thinking and said softly: "I don't blame your father, let alone you. Your birth is not a paradox, let alone a mistake. Because you were born to me and are my sustenance for life. Mom is very proud to have given birth to you."

Gu Jianlin vaguely heard the heart-wrenching screams of pain in the hospital bed from eighteen years ago.

As if he could feel the pain of that woman.

Until a baby's cry woke him up from reality.

“Happy birthday, my child.”

The woman kissed his forehead gently: "Mom loves you."

There was a vague wind blowing, and Gu saw that the woman in his arms had disappeared.

The flowing wind, the remaining warmth in the arms, the warm touch on the forehead.

It's all her.

Venerable Zhulong was looking down from a high position, and the young man's face was reflected in his strange vertical pupils.

This time, Gu Jianlin did not cry.

He just whispered to himself: "Happy birthday."

The original power was so tame in his body. When he raised his head again, his eyes reflected the majestic golden ancient trees and lotus flowers blooming everywhere.

The power of Zhuzhao is so tame in his body.

The most primitive and violent force in the universe seems to be calmed by a force.

This is Gu Jianlin's first gift when he grows up.

A gift from mother.

“God the Father?”

Venerable Zhulong stared at him and spoke softly.

“I am Qilin.”

Gu Jianlin said softly: "Of course you can also call me...the Great God of Zhuzhao."

On the desolate and silent sea of ice, the black-haired girl's eyes revealed a trace of severity and anger. Facing the roaring flaming sword, she let out a dragon's roar that echoed through the sky and the earth.

The candle dragon that penetrated the world opened its vertical pupils and was about to roar and destroy the world.

However, at this moment, a trace of confusion and fear flashed in the girl's eyes.

There is also hopelessness and helplessness.

The scene of the collapse of the world was reflected in her eyes. Billions of people were swallowed up by the turbulence of time and space. The old sacrifices were broken inch by inch, like broken porcelain dolls.

The burning iron sword fell, and the firelight illuminated her face.

She seemed to have turned into that lonely and helpless girl again, falling into endless reincarnation.

Click.

The roaring stopped suddenly.

The world is no longer broken.

The candle dragon that penetrated the world also collapsed inch by inch, and the roar of the dragon was drowned in nothingness.

A coquettish knife pierced her heart.

The black-haired girl did not feel pain, but felt the overwhelming darkness descending, drowning her like a dark cloud, but there was sunshine shining down from the clouds.

It's like reaching heaven in the darkest place.

Countless reincarnations were finally broken. This time the desperate girl did not destroy the world she lived in, because someone gently hugged her and gave her endless burning love and hate.

"you win."

She said softly: "You have surpassed the fate of my people."

There was a faint tear falling on her face.

Because a tear fell from the corner of Gu Jianlin's eye.

“Why are you crying?”

The black-haired girl weakly pressed against his chest, hot blood spilled from her lips: "Now you are the greatest being in the universe. You defeated fate and also defeated me."

Gu Jianlin didn't know how to answer, so he hugged her without saying a word.

Sadness is lingering, but the soul seems to have been released.

“I'm not a skylark.”

The black-haired girl sneered: "Even she is not worthy of your sadness."

The ice sea is collapsing, ancient stone statues are crumbling, and the world seems to have disappeared in the wind.

Jian Lin held the girl in his arms. He had lost too much in his life. He didn't know whether he loved or hated her. He learned to say goodbye, but he was still sad.

“Yeah, the first encounter was wrong, no matter what, it's always wrong.”

Finally it's time to say goodbye.

His heart seemed to be buried in a lonely wilderness.

It's so sad, so sad that it's suffocating.

　　The knife that penetrated him from behind was finally returned.

The cause and effect between him and her is also broken.

Just why are you unhappy?

　What else should you say when parting?

With his silent heart throbbing slightly, he actually blurted out and whispered: "If I had been born at that time, I would not have let you be alone."

I thought this sentence was going to be laughed at again, but the girl just raised her head and glanced at him.

Suddenly a wind came and lifted up his forehead at the end of the world.

Thousands of rays of morning light penetrated the clouds and mist, illuminating the broken ice sea.

The girl gently raised her hand and touched his face.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you.”

A violent storm swept through Gu Jianlin's mind, and he was overwhelmed by unexpected heart palpitations.

Because the girl in front of her no longer seemed to be the most powerful one.

But the woman he is most familiar with...Skylark.

“Happy birthday, little one.”

She said softly: "It would be better if I could meet you earlier."

The girl closed her eyes and seemed to be back in the raging snowstorm again.

Only this time, there was always a boy holding her hand.

Take her to the end of the world.

(End of this chapter)

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