Gu Jianlin glanced at the time on his phone and saw that there was still about an hour until the assembly.

At this time, he thought of when he was in elementary school, when his parents had not yet divorced, and his personality was still relatively lively. He often pretended to be sick and did not go to school. He played games at home and was quite happy.

He didn't expect that he would have such an experience when he grew up.

It's just that pretending to be sick this time is definitely useless, the camp is full of priests and alchemists.

He couldn't find any reason to shirk it.

"It's so annoying."

He returned to his tent and casually released the missing locks, and the silver-white chains flew horizontally.

Before leaving, he still had to take a look at the contents of the clay tablet of fate.

However, for a moment, he had a sudden thought.

"The teacher once told me that the clone created by the Kirin Forbidden Curse cannot leave one kilometer away from oneself, but this is only for humans. I don't know if my shadow can break this restriction. If possible, I can let the shadow support Youzhu

, as long as you are not fatally injured, it will not fall apart."

Gu Jianlin murmured to himself: "There is no need for Shadow to carry Jiuyin. After all, the side effects of this thing are too great. Shadow will collapse directly after using it a few times. It is better for me to hold it in my hand."

If he really needs to use Jiu Yin, he can summon the fragments of Qilin's Wedge and put Jiu Yin inside.

Let the shadow summon back the fragments of the Kirin Wedge.

Perfect cycle!

Give it a try!

For a moment, the spirituality in his body evaporated, and a blood-red shadow condensed out of thin air.

It’s very interesting here.

If it is the divine path, then the shadow will be dark.

On the other hand, if it is the path of killing ghosts, then the shadow will be blood red.

The Kirin Forbidden Curse is truly a powerful and heaven-defying ability. It is worthy of being one of the five original forbidden curses. Even though it is condensed from shadows and is not flesh and blood, it has a solid entity and a spiritual cycle.
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You can even use breathing techniques.

His whole body was wrapped in blood-colored mist, and he couldn't see clearly whether he was wearing any clothes.

An enchanting and beautiful face, with long, ink-dyed hair flowing like a waterfall.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

The shadow pulled out a sheathed alchemy sword from the tent, and suddenly disappeared from the place like a ghost.

Gu Jianlin manipulated the shadow, silently counting time and distance.

For the path of killing ghosts, running one kilometer is not a waste of effort.

Gu Jianlin was multitasking and felt that the distance between his body and his clone had just reached the limit.

The shadow continued to move in the opposite direction to him.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters!

Very good, there really is no distance limit!

This is similar to the Yin-Yang jade pendant.

This is the benefit brought by the Supreme Personality. Every ability has unexpected surprises.

The only price is that Gu Jianlin is multitasking and must devote his attention to doing one thing.

When the avatar is busy, the main body will be in a daze.

When the main body is busy, the clone will also be in a daze.

"No wonder Youzhu's academic performance is so poor. She is actually quite smart."

Gu Jianlindi muttered.

The shadow is already galloping on the endless ice field, rushing towards the depths of the eternal sea.

After doing this, he felt much relieved.

He sat on the military bed and opened the sealed wooden box.

Tablet of Destiny.

The last time I watched the Destiny Clay Tablet, it was thanks to Thunder.

It was a clay tablet of destiny brought back by Lao Gu from the Qilin Immortal Palace, and it was sealed in the Soul Patio.

After Gu Jianlin looked at the clay tablet of fate, he learned a huge secret.

I don’t know what kind of harvest I will get this time.

This clay tablet of destiny was also engraved with strange words crawling like snakes, twisting like a living creature, shining with a strange light, and even emitting black mist when he stared at it.

Boom!

There was a roar in Gu Jianlin's mind, and he felt that the words in front of him were twisting like a whirlpool, swallowing his spirit, leaving only a strange and twisted tunnel in front of him, as if he had traveled through time and space.

The endless depths of darkness.

I vaguely heard an ancient low voice, as if a ghost was laughing hoarsely.

There is a hint of malice in the laughter.

This seems to be the voice of Lord Qilin!

It was a dark and deep mausoleum, with huge dark chains wrapped around the golden coffin like a keel.

In such a noble coffin, there lies a person sealed by a shroud!

No, not a human!

But God!

Gu Jianlin is very familiar with this scene, because this is the mausoleum where he is imprisoned.

Boom!

There was a roar in the silence, and the boulders rubbed against the ground, making a huge sound.

There was a faint light from the fire coming in, reflecting the noble golden coffin.

The person sleeping in the golden coffin seemed to be a male. When the light fell on her, she opened her eyes like a fierce golden child, straightened her body quietly, and looked down.

He is clearly imprisoned in a coffin, just like a king sitting on the throne.

The huge shadow is reflected in the depths of the mausoleum, like a ferocious black unicorn.

There were angry roars of filial piety.

"I haven't seen the sun for more than two thousand years, Your Majesty."

Someone said softly: "It's really scary. Even after being suppressed for more than two thousand years, your power is still so powerful. If you hadn't recovered the spiritual realm, I'm afraid no one would be able to set foot in this tomb. With this power, no one would be able to set foot in this tomb."

In a short time, you will probably be able to kill all the Kuilong Ancestors on the first level."

This person's voice was so weird and erratic that I couldn't even distinguish between male and female.

"Fortunately, you still maintain your sanity."

He paused: "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to come in."

In the deepest part of the silence, the huge unicorn shadow shook, and the ashes of the mausoleum shook off.

The man in the golden coffin looked down at him, and ancient whispers echoed in the darkness.

She seemed to be laughing, and her laughter was like the echo from the deepest part of hell.

"Not many people can come up to me."

There was a hint of joking in those cool golden eyes:

"Even I didn't expect that there would be such a strange person as you in this world."

Her voice was like rolling thunder, majestic and angry.

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"After so many years, there are occasionally a few people like me."

The mysterious man chuckled: "Of course, what I am may not be important to you. What is important is that I actually found traces of Suzaku in Qilin Immortal Palace. This is intolerable to the Venerable

You may have realized her existence earlier than I did, so you also know that you have lost."

He paused: "The wrath of the sky, tearing apart dimensions, coming out of thin air, is really terrifying."

Lord Qilin looked down at this tiny person, and the golden boy seemed to be surrounded by giant thunders of destruction.

Faint thunder.

The huge unicorn black shadow struggled wildly, and the world seemed to be torn apart and about to collapse.
To be continued...