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Chapter 172 Heroes

Outside Senso Temple, the sky is falling and the ground is filled with golden lotus.

Countless Buddhist sounds resounded throughout the sky, and the eyes of Huakaiyuan and Zi became more and more serious. It seemed that the battle inside had reached its final stage, and I just didn't know who was the winner.

Ju Zhengde had made the worst plan. He respectfully worshiped the shrine where the [Budu Soul] was worshipped, and then devoutly untied the circles of [Book of the Rope] like the first time the god of rituals.

Purple lightning gushed out, and even if he was a believer of [Jianyu Thunder God], the lightning hit him, and it would fly as blood and flesh as a whip.

The blood of the crazy believer was flowing out from the wounds that could be seen in the bones. The red blood invaded the shrines of the fallen paint and applied new pigments to it.

After absorbing the offering, [Budu Soul] seemed to be satisfied. The purple light beamed, and even without the seal of the [Buling Rope], it would not suddenly hurt people.

In the clear sky, yellow clouds are gathering, and silver-white lightning is passing through the clouds like thunder dragons, either revealing their tails or their necks. It is difficult for mortals to see the truth.

"Orange Priest." Kazuko Kazuko choked and said in a respectful voice, "The battle is not over yet, Master Ikki may not lose......"

At this time, Ju Zhengde had fallen on the steps of the shrine regardless of his image. One of his right eyes was penetrated by the lightning, and the flesh and blood in many places were even directly evaporated by the lightning, but the white bones he exposed were extremely holy.

He smiled with difficulty, "Only those of the old monk Ikkyu who have fought him for the rest of his life understand that the situation has gone out of control. Ikkyu even ignored all the monks in Senso Temple, which shows that the things inside must not be released."

Then he turned to look at Shin-shi Kamiizumi, "I didn't expect that the three of us would die on the same day in the end."

"Yes." Nobunaga Kamiizumi sighed. He, Masato Konoha, and Ikkyu, as three pillars of the neon cultivation world, fought for a lifetime, but he didn't expect to die on the same day. This was also fate.

"I was old and old, so why are I frivolous? Who said that the light of rice grains cannot shine on the world?" Shangquan Xin's hair and hair were all open, as stern as a tiger.

He climbed the three-story shrine step by step, "heart", "body", and "skills". In a moment, he discovered the pass of the Sword Saint, and the glory of spirituality bloomed from him.

With the belief of competing with the sun and the moon, the great swordsman finally took the last step.

Ju Zhengde beat the rhythm with his bone-stricken hands, and the thunder in the sky was roaring, like a drum that cheered for the generals in ancient times, "Let me cheer for you."

The remaining flesh and blood melted, and a layer of blood-colored armor covered Shangquanxin. Only the newly promoted swordsman, the vicious believer, can truly temporarily control Thor's weapons with his human body.

The Buddha light in Senso Temple collapsed and dissipated like an illusion, leaving only empty, dead temples and clay sculptures in the temple waiting for the world to worship.

Master Ikki won?

Huakaiyuan Kazuko was a little amused and crying. The actions of the two sword saints and great priests just now might have become a cold joke for practitioners, and all the tragic heroes turned into funny moments.

Later people pointed to their epitaph and said, "It was these two SBs who wanted to be heroes and were crazy, but they didn't expect to play with them."

But who knows what kind of tragic and enlightenment they hold in the moment they become heroes.

Maybe this is life.

Only heroes cherish heroes.

Just when the Flower Garden is in chaos, the statue of the Wind Thunder God standing outside Senso Temple is covered with a layer of yellow clothes that is as deep as the starry sky and as quiet as the sea.

The ‘King of Yellow’ did melt together with Ikkyu in the Buddha’s light.

But He is the old dominator in Cthulhu mythology. Although he is now just a conceptual assembly, as long as there is His conceptual existence in this world, He can return.

Now, Sensoji Temple has no obstacles, and He can erode this thousand-year-old Ditan without any scruples.

“Along the shore, cut the clouds

The Gemini sun sinks into the lake

A long shadow fell down

It's right in that Calquesa."

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A series of prayers sounded everywhere in Tokyo, and the concept of "King of Yellow Clothes" was gathering, eroding the entire Ditan formation.

Suppressed by the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Formation and lost the main formation person, the Ditan formation that was broken from the inside was not as strong and arrogant as imagined.

"To the king of yellow clothes, the lord of the endless deep sky starry sea, the indescribable ones! The black star will never fall."

The chanting of scriptures reached its last moment.

The compassionate Guanyin statue gradually turned into another indescribable statue of the god.

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

"kill!"

A harmonious sound like thunder bloomed from Shangquanxin's mouth and merged with the thunder in the sky.

This is a fighting habit on the battlefield, especially when facing an unknown powerful enemy.

A sword blade surrounding billions of thunder was pulled out by Shin Shin-sui.

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

Juhezhuan.

A perfect arc slashed at this thousand-year-old ancient temple with an irresistible sword light. The thunder dragon roaming among the yellow clouds seemed to have received some instructions.

The dragon body, which is a thousand meters long and surrounded by countless silver-white lightning patterns, pounced down from the sky, and even the air was burning. The scorching light was as hot as magma and it was hard to see directly, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.

Only when Huakaiyuan Kazuko is protected by the barrier formed by the thirteen Shikigami ancestors can we see this mythical battle that ordinary people can't imagine.

The two Feng Lei monks wearing yellow clothes rose in the wind and instantly turned into the size of mountains. The surrounding buildings, except Sensoji Temple, were razed to the ground in an instant.

The two mythical giants reached a thousand meters high, stretched out their giant hands covering the sky, capturing the thunder dragon that pounced down from the clouds, and the shining silver lightning gradually turned into a dark purple.

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

Susano looked at the battlefield on the ground in surprise. Unexpectedly, before he could take action, someone took action. Thinking that the army of demons he sent was likely to turn meaninglessly into ashes in such a war.

He thought for a while and continued to watch with an expectant smile, which could bring some entertainment to himself, and their role was also played.

After all, He is one of the Three Noble Sons, a natural god, and he should rule all things in nature.

Although the wind and thunder giant resisted the Thunder Dragon, the light of the Uchizumi Nobuna turned into an irresistible storm, directly destroying all the buildings within one kilometer of Senso Temple, except for a towering hall.

Unspeakable tentacles wrapped the hall, greasyly drawing strength from the earth's veins to resist the brilliant sword light.

The concrete structure in mid-air turned into flowing fire and half turned into black oil in the battle of the gods, in the realm of lightning and disaster.

Falling from the sky.

"Good opponent!" Nobuyuki Uchino laughed, as if saving the world had nothing to do with him. He was a pure warrior and should fight an equally powerful opponent on the battlefield.
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