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Numerous Brahma speakers pierced the sky, and the eyes of Huakaiyuan and Zi became more and more solemn. It seemed that the battle inside had reached the final stage, but they didn't know who was the winner.

Tachibana Zhengde had already prepared for the worst. He respectfully paid homage to the shrine enshrining [Budu Yuhun], and then untied a circle of [Note Liansheng] as religiously as the first time.

The purple electric light gushes out, even if he is a believer of [Jianyu Thunder God], the electric light strikes him like a whip.

It can be seen that the blood of the mad believer is flowing out of the bone wound, and the red blood infects the painted shrine, applying new paint to it.

After absorbing the sacrifice, [Budu Yuhun] seemed to be satisfied, and the purple electric light was closed. Even without the seal of [Zhuliansheng], it would not violently hurt people for a while.

In the clear sky, yellow clouds are gathering, and silver-white lightning shuttles through the clouds like a thunder dragon, with its tail or neck exposed, which is difficult for mortals to see.

"Orange priest." Huakaiyuan and Zi choked with honorific expressions, "The battle is not over yet, Master Yixiu may not lose..."

Ju Zhengde was sitting on the steps of the shrine regardless of his image. One of his right eyes was penetrated by the electric light. The flesh and blood in many places were even directly evaporated by the electric light, but the white bones he exposed were extremely holy.

He held up a smile with difficulty, "Ixiu's methods, those of us who have fought with him all our lives understand the situation. The situation has been out of control. Ixiu even ignored all the monks in Sensoji Temple. It can be seen that the contents must not be released. ."

Then he turned his head and looked at Shang Quanxin, "Unexpectedly, the three of us would die on the same day in the end."

"Yes." Shangquanxin sighed. He, Ju Zhengde, and Yixiu, as the three pillars of the neon practice world, fought for a lifetime, but he did not expect to die on the same day. This is also destined.

"In the old age, the old man is so frivolous, who said that rice grains should not shine on the world?" Shangquan's letter was full of beards and hairs, like a tiger.

One step at a time, he ascended to the three-tiered shrine, the'heart', the'body', and the'technique' were united. In a short while, he broke through the Sword Saint Pass, and the brilliance of spirituality bloomed from him.

With the faith to compete with the sun and the moon, this great swordsman finally took the last step.

Ju Zhengde beat the beat with his boned hands, and the thunder in the sky burst, like an ancient drum to cheer for the general, "Let me cheer for you."

His remaining flesh and blood melted, and a layer of blood-colored armor was covering Shangquanxin's body. Only the flesh and blood of a fanatic, Shangquanxin, the newly promoted sword saint, could truly use his body to temporarily use Thor's weapon.

The light of the Buddha in Sensoji Temple collapsed and dissipated like a phantom, leaving only the empty, dead temple and the clay sculptures in the temple, waiting for the worship of the world.

Master Yixiu won?

Huakaiyuan and Hezi were a little bit dumbfounded for a while, and the movements of the two sword saints and the great priest just now might have become a sneer for the practitioners, and all the tragedy and vigor turned into comics in an instant.

Later people pointed to their epitaph and said, "It is these two SBs. I want to be a hero and want to be crazy, but I didn't expect to play off myself."

But who knows what kind of tragic and awakening they are holding at the moment of being a hero.

Maybe this is life.

Only heroes cherish heroes.

Just when Huakaiyuan and Zi's thoughts were in a mess, the statue of Feng Lei standing outside Sensoji Temple was covered with a yellow coat that was as deep as the starry sky and as quiet as the sea.

'The King of Yellow Clothes' indeed melted with Yixiu in the Buddha's light.

But he is the old ruler in Cthulhu mythology. Although he is only a conceptual aggregate, as long as the world still has his concept, he can return.

Now, Sensoji Temple has no obstacles for a while, and it can erode this thousand-year-old altar without scruple.

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Segments of prayers resembling murmurs sounded everywhere in Tokyo, and the concepts belonging to the "king of yellow clothes" were gathering, eroding the entire earth altar array.

Suppressed by the Hyakki Yexing Great Formation, and lost the main formation, the Earth Altar Formation that was breached from within was not as strong as I imagined.

"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."

The chanting sound reached the end.

The compassionate Guanyin statue gradually turned into another indescribable deity.

Yellow clothes, wooden frame, red eyes and red eyes have reached the black star that never falls.

"kill!"

A thunder-like breath and harmony bloomed from Shangquanxin's mouth and merged with the thunder in the sky.

This is a habit of fighting on the battlefield, especially in the face of unknowable powerful enemies.

A sword surrounded by billions of thunder was pulled out by Shangquan Xin.

He sat half-up above the shrine, and the sound of a generous sword unsheathed was as crisp as a wind chime even in the thunder.

Juhe cut.

A perfect arc slashed towards this thousand-year-old temple with an irresistible sword light, and the Thunder Dragon roaming among the yellow clouds seemed to have received some instructions.

The kilometer-long dragon's body surrounded by countless silver-white lightning patterns pounced from the sky, and even the air burned. The hot magma-like radiance was difficult to look at directly, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.

Huakaiyuan and Hezi are protected by the barrier formed by the thirteen Shishi ancestors, and only then can they see this mythical battle that ordinary people can't imagine.

The two Fenglei statues in yellow clothes rose up against the wind and instantly turned into a mountain the size of a mountain. The surrounding buildings, except Sensoji Temple, were razed to the ground in an instant.

The two mythological giants reached a height of kilometers, stretched out their hands to cover the sky, and captured the thunder dragon that fell from the clouds, and the shining silver lightning gradually turned into deep purple.

This is a mythical thunder that transcends the laws of nature. It represents the punishment of this world. The thunder dragon and the two wind and thunder giants entangled, and the entire Tokyo trembles under their battle.

Susanoo looked at the battlefield on the ground in amazement. He didn't expect that he hadn't done anything before, and someone would take action. He thought that the army of monsters he had sent would most likely turn into fly ash meaninglessly in such a war.

He thought for a while, then continued to watch with the expectant smile, and if he could bring himself a little entertainment, their effect was also played.

After all, he is one of the three noble sons, a born god, who is born to dominate all things.

Although the wind and thunder giant resisted the thunder dragon, Shangquan Xin's sword light turned into an irresistible storm and directly destroyed all the buildings within one kilometer of Sensoji Temple, except for a towering hall.

Unspeakable tentacles wrapped the hall, greasy drawing strength from the veins, and resisting the brilliant light of the sword.

In the mid-air concrete structure, in the battle of the gods, in the realm of thunder and lightning, half of it turned into flames and half turned into black oil.

Falling from the sky.

"Good opponent!" Shang Quanxin laughed, as if saving the world has nothing to do with him. He is a pure warrior, so he should fight an equally powerful opponent on the battlefield.