The dark night was burned brightly by golden flames, and the ancient and majestic Qilin overlooked the earth.

The ancient god opened his arms and gently spit out a syllable!

Roar loudly!

Ancient divine language!

It was as if the abyss was echoing with crazy howls, or like countless ghosts whispering in the silence. At first, this syllable seemed like a strange ancient hymn, but at the climax it set off a roar that destroyed the world!

Boom!

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

This is the ultimate control of the ancient gods, the voice of destruction from the ancient world. When the gods speak that complete syllable, it will be the day when heaven's punishment comes, and all living things will be like grass!

Qilin is really angry, his anger pours down, and the sea bursts into pieces!

The world seems to be collapsing, with the frequency of syllable trembling!

Faced with such power, Zhang Shouheng, a captain who was seriously injured, could not even hold the bow and arrow tightly. He did not know how to resist this power, nor where to escape.

The iron bow in his hand trembled in fear, and every inch was turned into ashes.

The arrows in the back were also in pieces.

His eyes gradually turned gray with death, his consciousness gradually became chaotic, and his spirit fell endlessly.

Swallowed by coldness and darkness.

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

The soul was shaken to pieces, and consciousness disappeared into the void.

Death!

Death!

All die!

Bang!

The shivering investigators in the prison car were covered in scarlet blood mist. Their bodies collapsed in the language of destruction, along with their consciousness and spirit. They were bleeding from all their orifices and were on the verge of death.

Gu Jianlin felt the power of life and death. The dark night was like a burning dusk, the whistling wind was a wonderful accompaniment, and the roar of collapse was a rough drumbeat. He was immersed in the carnival of life and death, with billions of cells in

Roaring and roaring, tearing the body apart and dominating the world!

Come on!

Come on!

Some more!

I'm here!

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

The sports cars racing on the road, those tiny ant-like lives.

Investigators are surrounded from all sides, their lives are as small as dust.

In front of God, so humble, so humble!

Boom!

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

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

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

All I saw was the overwhelming golden flame.

And at this moment, the pressure that oppressed them suddenly, like heaven and earth falling!

Boom!

Under the power of the ancient god's words, the supercar collapsed, flipped over and flew up.

Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing were covered in blood mist, but were instantly healed by the holy light.

"Yan Ye, take action!"

Mu Ziqing yelled.

Yan Ye almost collapsed under the impact of this coercion. His determined killing intent was instantly destroyed, and he let out a painful cry, but on the verge of despair, he raised his right hand.

Thoughts! Explosion!

Boom!

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

"Courage is commendable."

The next moment, Yan Ye and Mu Ziqing flew over and were blinded by a wave of his hand.

The blood withered like a rose swaying in the wind.

A snap.

Gu Jianlin raised his hands respectively, grabbed the two men's throats, and held them in his hands.

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

What collapsed was the rear compartment of the prison van.

The hard iron sheet crumbled and fell off inch by inch, and the rich alchemical gas poured out.

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

The chains that bound the so-called unclean also turned into dust.

Boom!

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

The vitality of these garbage from the Ether Association was devoured crazily, gathering into countless illusory fires of life, and finally fell on the dying people.

At this time, the ancient god's blood in Gu Jianlin's body was exhausted, and all the cells in his body were tearing apart in mourning. The pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand knives hit him 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 on to his body, like a mountain, never falling.

His golden eyes are extinguishing.

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

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

Finally, the pair of noble unicorn horns collapsed inch by inch and disappeared in the wind.

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

However, his momentum has not faded at all, and his slender figure is so upright in the darkness.

It seems like a violent storm that is about to shake the world.

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

But the courage to transcend life and death, and the heart of a strong man who tramples on corruption!

The silver-white lock of non-existence lost its support, and the barrier that eliminated the sense of existence collapsed.

The bracelet turned into silver and fell into his hand again.

Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, savoring the pain. When he opened them again, his pupils were indifferent.

He held Yan Ye's neck with his left hand and strangled Mu Ziqing's throat with his right hand.

The dying Yan Feng is stepping on his feet.

Gu Jianlin heard the roar from above his head.

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

It's like an army.

Countless powerful rhythms of life surrounded him from all directions.

In the broken carriage, Wan Wan blinked her eyes as if she had a nightmare and was trembling.

A pair of blood-stained, slightly trembling, weak hands tried to hold her.

Uncle Mu was covered in blood, like an old lion at the end of its rope. He hugged his cub tightly, struggled to open his eyes, and saw the young man with swaying black hair standing in the strong wind.

"Xiao Gu."

He tried his best and murmured hoarsely, saying: "You shouldn't have come here... Your future is completely ruined."

The helicopter landed on the ground.

With the support of his subordinates, Deacon Nie walked down the plane with a gloomy face.
To be continued...