Infinite journey from Hogwarts

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It is a thousand meters high and 700 meters wide. At the same time, the bright and colorful patterns above are clearly visible like stars in the blizzard like the dark night. Even the coast one or two kilometers away can clearly witness this majestic creation. .

What kind of technology is this? The weapons experts showed obsessive looks. They couldn't imagine other descriptions except for gods.

"Baga, I want to know what that thing is? Is it an ancient ruin or an alien weapon projected to the earth?"

Prime Minister Kamimori's thin chest roared like a tiger inhabited.

"The Tiger of the Shangsen Family" is one of the prime minister's nicknames, which refers to the fierceness of the prime minister when facing political opponents and subordinates.

The prime minister’s chief military adviser suggested, “Do you need to send military aircraft to investigate?”

"You rubbish group is simply wasting taxpayers' money. There is no specific enemy intelligence. How to detect this kind of god-made artifact? Are we going to investigate it at the risk of angering a civilization that is not many times more advanced than us?"

"But Shangguo has ordered us to act as an advance reconnaissance force." The chief military adviser whispered.

Hearing the word Shangguo, the Prime Minister immediately turned from a tiger to a sick cat. The'Sick Cat of the Neon Country' is an alias given to the Prime Minister by voters.

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister said.

"Since it means going to the country, then you can order it."

"I'm here?" The chief military adviser said angrily. He understood what the Prime Minister meant. Once something went wrong, he had no choice but to apologize. This is a traditional art of neon politics.

Just when he was hesitant to smash the stack of documents in his hand on the Prime Minister’s face with pride, all the screens in this underground fortress were crazily distorted, the picture of Tokyo Bay disappeared, and on the black screen, green stripes appeared. The data stream is like garbled.

"What's the matter?" The Prime Minister said in horror. This military fortress, located three kilometers underground, should be the safest place in Tokyo right now. Has the enemy already invaded it?

Before the subordinates could answer, the next moment all the mechanical instruments in this room were truly distorted, and each of the mechanical parts seemed to be activated, forming a perfect female appearance.

She said calmly, "You are terminated."

Half an hour later, the Japan Meteorological Agency issued an emergency news to the whole country, "Unprecedented meteorological disasters are about to sweep the neon, including possible earthquakes, tsunamis, and snowstorms. Please stay at home, lock doors and windows, and wait for the disaster to pass. ."

As for why the disaster can pass by locking the doors and windows, it is probably because the disaster can't see me, so I can't meet it. After all, this is the traditional art of the government, and the people have long been used to it.

Cedric walked towards Sensoji Temple while observing what is now Tokyo.

The meteorological disaster spawned by Susanoo aggravated the dark side of mankind that was originally a breeding ground for ghosts. Cedric estimated that the dark side of mankind gathered in the Hyakki Yakyu Array is already enough.

There was only enough earth vein energy before it was actually launched, and Cedric decided to continue to help him.

Within half an hour, five centimeters of snow accumulated on the ground. After the supermarket was looted wildly, the original bustling streets were completely silent. Even in the daytime, the thick and ink-like dark clouds were like an army driven by ghosts and gods. The sky over Tokyo was so tightly covered that even a little sunlight could not get in.

The monsters who had been haunting them became polite. They were waiting for the real big banquet like gentlemen.

Before Cedric paced to the Sensoji Temple, the two statues of Fenglei glared at him. There were bursts of chanting sounds from the temple, and the surrounding ghosts were all gone. Obviously the monks had chosen to close the mountain gate, waiting for the final victor to appear.

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"Along the shore, cut through the clouds

Gemini's sun sinks into the lake

The long shadow fell

It’s here in Kalksa..."

Cedric chanted the praises of the gods in the wind and snow, and his voice drifted into the temple along with the wind and snow, mixing into the holy Zen sound.

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds

Gemini's sun sinks into the lake

The long shadow fell

It’s here in Kalksa..."

As the core monk, Zhishu sat in the Guanyin Hall. He and the monks chanted the "Guan Zizai Heart Sutra" in a low voice. Suddenly, paragraphs of beautiful words like poetry came out of Zhishu's mouth.

The monk beside him pushed Zhishu carefully.

For the monks, poem writing is an elegant matter and nothing is necessary, but in this case, writing poems is no different from blasphemy.

However, with Zhishu's position, the Supervisory Board should turn one eye and close another.

Then he involuntarily listened to Zhishu's new poems, and the more he listened, the more pleasing he heard, as if he had fallen into a certain Zen state, and he couldn't help chanting.

The first monk was infected, just like a collapsed domino, and the Zen sound in the entire Guanyin Hall was distorted and desecrated.

Poems praising the "King of Yellow Clothes" are like viruses spreading throughout Sensoji Temple.

For the great "king of yellow clothes", there is no more delicious food than devout followers of other gods.

The fall of a saint, on top of a hundred souls full of sin, this is the famous saying of the demons in hell.

Of course, the'king of yellow clothes', who was only one step away from the seventh step, would not give up the steps that had already been sent to him.

The clay statue of Buddha gradually distorted.

Yellow clothes, wooden frames, red eyes and red eyes, and a black star that never falls.

"The king of the yellow clothes, the lord of the endless deep sky and the sea, and the indescribable offer faith! The black star will never fall."

Zhishu no longer has the mercy and calmness he had before. He is like a demon, with layers of black mud pouring out of his pores, constantly eroding the surrounding monks, his screaming fanatically, like a demon who has just been liberated from hell.

"Zhishu!"

Behind Yixiu, an angry gaze of the Buddha who reached a thousand feet appeared, and after connecting with the large array of the temple of Sensoji, even the first person in Yin and Yang Dao like Abe Seimei did not dare to face the Buddha's anger.

However, he can only shelter the remaining monks at this time. His opposite Zhishu is like a demon that hinders the Buddha's enlightenment. The same majestic statue stands behind him, a yellow robe, a black star that never falls, and endless Crazy.