The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 945 - 442: Hunting the Holy Land! (Part 3)

Chapter 945: Chapter 442: Hunting the Holy Land! (Part 3)

Just like the fusion of Ancient Divine Language unleashed at Shinjuku Station initially.

He could do it back then.

Now, he can certainly do it again.

In the void, an indifferent and frenzied face and a beautiful, enchanting visage emerge, accompanied by harsh laughter and arrogant snorts. Black robes and red skirts flutter in the wind.

A supreme and majestic domain suddenly engulfs the entire world, the power of karma and life and death perfectly fused!

Within this domain, the cycle of life and death seems to symbolize the alternation of cause and effect, akin to the poles of the world.

The Qilin Wedge falls from the void!

This Ancient God’s Wedge seems to have undergone mystical transformations.

Half pitch-black, half blood-red!

The domain collapses, perfectly merging into the Wedge.

Both Gu Jianlin’s true form and avatar are released from their Original States, together they grasp the Wedge infused with the Ancient Divine Language domain, their phantom images seemingly like a mirror but overlapping.

Their actions are perfectly synchronized, the roaring Ancient God’s Wedge falls with a thunderous slash!

Boom!

A world-tumbling roar as if the world crumbles.

Bai Mu stretched out both hands, catching the Ancient God’s Wedge barehanded like grasping a white blade firmly!

"Such perfect power."

He said expressionlessly, "Too bad, the spirituality is lacking."

This is the precision of perfect calculation; he realized how magnificent this unknown power is.

If it were wielded by a Holy Land Level entity, he would be instantly killed.

But unfortunately, it’s wielded by a Superdimensional Level entity.

Too weak.

"Is that so?"

Gu Jianlin murmured softly.

In his eyes, the world is inverted, space-time seemingly shattered and fragmented.

Bai Mu was suddenly horrified, the roaring Ancient God’s Wedge pierced his chest, crimson blood spurted forth.

Yet his hands remained in a clasped position, unable to hold up this sword at all.

Karma!

This is the power of karma!

Accompanied by the trembling of the sword’s edge, he could feel his Life Force draining away like a flash flood.

Death’s shadow loomed over him.

Because wherever the Ancient God’s Wedge’s sword edge passed, the long street suddenly turned black and white, as if a ruined wasteland weathered for millions of years, green foliage withered instantly, lush trees withered and died in the blink of an eye, the asphalt pavement exposed terrifying steel, skyscrapers towering on the roadside were left with jagged skeletons.

Witnessing such a scene, the onlookers fell to their knees, dazed.

Little did they know, had Gu Jianlin not exerted himself to restrain the spread of the Ancient Divine Language, they would have perished long ago.

Even including the teammates would perish without a trace.

Bai Mu, like a candle in the wind, withered away, yet his eyes flickered with eerie light.

"Kill him!"

Lin Lan raised a hand, suddenly piercing through the heart of the Pseudo Ancestor.

Mu Feng also realized things were dire, crossing his hands and snapping his neck.

Finally, Tang Ling beheaded the Pseudo Ancestor with a sword, his head soared high, leaving only a headless corpse.

Blood splattered on the ground, like scorching molten lava, spreading out.

In the hurried footsteps, Tang Zixuan passed through the ruins, witnessing this scene.

Honestly speaking, as the Family Head of the Tang Family, he certainly didn’t want to rise in rebellion, because not long ago he received a secret order, instructing him to protect the Order World no matter what, regardless of who sits in the supreme position, he must continue to stand on the side of order.

It was the late President’s last wish.

As for opposing the Bai Ze Clan, it was something even he dared not imagine.

He more hoped to see the Tang Family return to the power center of the Order World.

Tang Ling married the young vice president, jointly governing order in the future.

Everything seemed wonderful.

Unfortunately, Tang Ling’s rebellion made everything different.

Things are heading irreversibly.

Just now, he gathered the Courage, intending to fight desperately to take his daughter away.

To him, the notion of young people wanting to kill a Holy Land Level Pseudo Ancestor was sheer fantasy.

Could it be coincidental?

As he carried the Iron Sword forward, he happened to see the head of the Pseudo Ancestor soaring high.

"My God."

Xu Xiu murmured.

Bai Mu’s head fell to the ground, the eerie deep blue glow still flickering.

The Tang Family couple, with certain experience against the Bai Ze Clan, suddenly looked aghast.

"Run, escape quickly!"

They shouted, "Leave his body!"

Whether Mu Feng or Lin Lan, they possessed rich combat experience as elite fighters, without hesitation pushing away the boy and girl in front of them, shouting urgently, "Quick, there’s no time left!"

Vaguely, broken sounds arose.

Bai Mu’s headless corpse suddenly grayified and cracked, producing black branches from the ghastly fissures, growing into a towering ancient tree in an instant, its massive canopy hosting a terrifying monster.

This is the ultimate form of the Divine Race.

The Seventh Ancestor of Buzhou Mountain also liberated this state before dying.

Only in the Ancient God Realm, it’s far larger in scale.

A strange visage appeared on the pitch-black trunk, seemingly snickering hoarsely.

Tang Ling foresaw the threat of death, without hesitation pushing away the boy beside her.

Yet in this moment, Gu Jianlin embraced her, disappearing in a sudden flash.

A black Qilin rose suddenly on the long street, charging fiercely at the towering ancient tree!

With a thunderous boom!

Light illuminated the entire Tokyo Bay, swallowing the embracing boy and girl, surging winds toppled them until they were submerged in the deep waters, bubbles rising around them.

Yet in this instant, an unfamiliar voice echoed in their minds.

"Congratulations, you have passed the first test."