The evil god seizes the house, I will fail

The captains have also reached their limit.

If a natural disaster breaks out again at this moment, it will indeed be desperate.

Just at this moment, a beam of sun-flaming light descended from the sky in the night sky and landed on the top of the mountain.

boom!

A young man in a black windbreaker stepped out of the beam of light, overlooking the long street in the distance from the top of the hill.

There was an inexplicably strong aura about him.

It seemed that the storm all over the sky could not shake him.

Pompey seemed taken aback, and took a deep look at the young man who suddenly appeared.

In Tokyo, there are only a handful of people who can have this kind of momentum.

"It is you."

He didn't seem to be surprised, after all, he is the principal of Jingxuanfu Academy, one of the peak powerhouses, and he is always the first to grasp new information.What's more, the young man who claimed to be the young master of the Shiina family also disclosed the news of Amaterasu's return to Yaqi Shrine to the whole Fuso.

"Well, here I am."

Yuanqing and Jawshou: "I just handed over the information at the church, come and have a look."

There was no expression on Pompei's old face, and he said lightly: "Since you, Amaterasu, are here, then these guys should be able to solve it, right?"

Yuan Qinghe shook his head, and said frankly: "Of course I can kill them all, but I can't stop the spread of the power of disaster, that is to say, even if I take action, some people will still die."

He paused: "If you want to kill those people, you can easily do it."

Pompey didn't speak. After a long silence, he said, "Is there really no way?"

Yuan Qinghe hummed.

"At least I have no way to solve these leaked disaster forces."

He said, "Sorry."

Pompey sighed faintly: "I have pity on my students."

He is a seventh-level transcendent, but there is no way to prevent the manifestation of the power of disaster.

And Amaterasu, one of the three noble sons, has no choice.

Then this is an unsolvable situation.

The earth was shaking, the ground cracked in the frantic tremors, and gravel and mud fell down.

People were horrified to find that the power of disaster had enveloped the entire academy.

However, at this moment, the world fell into silence.

In the middle of the night, there seemed to be a darker night descending.

It was a phantom floating above the sky, above the clouds.

Surrounded by dark red torrents, it is as enchanting and charming as a peerless enchantress. The blood-like phantom is turbulent in the storm, calmly overlooking the earth.

This is what Tsukiyomi Ming represents, the power of Tsukiyomi Mito!

Erin Arisukawa was suspended in the night sky, silently staring at the trembling earth.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by this phantom that looked like a descendant of a god.

"Master Holy Witch..."

Someone said in disbelief.

"The Holy Witch is here! The Holy Witch is here to save us!"

"Brothers, we are saved! Go!"

Countless people shouted frantically.

Although, they don't know that the power of disaster cannot be dispelled.

It was only because of the appearance of the Holy Miko that gave them confidence.

Arisukawa Erin was suspended in the sky, staring blankly at this scene.

She was a little dazed, because when she was surfing the Internet secretly a few days ago, the Internet was basically full of allegations about her degeneration into a heretic, and threats to execute her.

But in just one night, her believers seem to have returned.

Looking forward to her coming to save these people.

Erin Arisukawa smiled silently: "Actually, your hero is not me. I don't have the power to save all disasters. It's just that he has."

She closed her eyes, letting the storm in midair sweep.

"He is the god in the darkness. The person you have to thank is not me from beginning to end."

In the dark, in the corner where no one is watching.

Ji Yan also closed his eyes and took a deep breath presumptuously.

For a moment, he seemed to be a bottomless whirlpool.

The power of Baqi permeating the heaven and earth was pulled crazily around him in an instant.

As he breathed, he was devoured.

On the top of the mountain, Pompey was slightly taken aback: "Holy witch?"

He took a sip of herbal tea, looking a little puzzled.

Yuan Qinghe looked at the phantom like a moonlit night above the sky, and remained silent.

"Hell, what is the Holy Witch doing here? Don't you think this place is not chaotic enough? All teams pay attention, and be ready to fight against natural disasters at any time!" Vice Principal Claire's angry voice echoed in the night.

The faces of everyone under the mountain changed.

What do you mean?

Didn't the Holy Miko come to rescue them?

However, someone soon reacted.

As we all know, today's holy priestess also has a huge power of eight Qis in her body, which is equivalent to a natural disaster in human form, and disasters continue wherever she goes.

Logically speaking, her best choice now is to find Susanoo to fight to the death, and choose a relatively sparsely populated place to end the battle.

But her appearance here, not only can't help much.

It might even make the situation worse.

Pompei said with emotion: "The little girl's thoughts are really incomprehensible."

Yuan Qinghe frowned and said, "No."

Pompey glanced at him, and seemed to suddenly realize something at this moment.

Immediately closing his eyes, he magnified his perception and expanded his mental power.

"Ok?"

When he opened his eyes again, he said in surprise: "It's incredible, after the Holy Witch appeared, the power of disaster here has not become stronger."

Yuan Qinghe hummed, and said: "Yes, this means that not only has she retained her will, but she also seems to have found a way to suppress the power of Baqi in her body."

This wave, they are all on the first floor.

In the night sky, the terrifying momentum surged like a tide.

Erin Arisukawa looked at the heretics gathered on the long street, raised a slender onion finger, and tapped it indifferently through the endless storm.

Yue Ye Jianzun behind her opened a pair of ruthless and ignorant eyes, drew a complex and mysterious spell in the void with his right hand, and then slapped it down casually.

boom!

That talisman burned instantly, turning into a heaven-penetrating curse seal and smashing down fiercely!

The minds of the heretics polluted by the power of Yaqi roared, and their souls were blasted out of their bodies in an instant, revealing the filthy and ugly soul body.

Yue Ye Jianzun's illusory palms clenched tightly, as if to crush something.

Another roar.

The souls of those heretics were crushed abruptly!

This is the power of Yueye Jianzun. She is the moon god who symbolizes the night, and she is in charge of the power of the soul. She is not just able to spy on people's hearts.

If you really want to do it, she is more cruel than anyone else.

The main body descended in less than ten seconds, and the disaster was resolved!

As the vibration frequency of the ground gradually weakened, the power of disaster pervading the long street dissipated, and the souls of all aliens or heretics were shattered by the blow just now, and finally collapsed on the ground. Died without a sound.

After a brief silence.

"We, are we saved?"

Qiu He murmured, "Is this the power of the holy witch?"

What an unpredictable ability.

If it is an enemy, their souls will be annihilated in an instant.

"The third noble son of the Shinto religion really deserves his reputation." Xueyue said in a low voice.

The captains of the [-]th squad looked around to confirm that the enemy was dead before looking at the magnificent figure in the sky, bowing down to salute with a respectful expression.

The students who survived the catastrophe walked on the long street, as if they couldn't believe it.

"Is this the Holy Priestess's? This is the power of Yueyue Jianzun. The Holy Priestess is back, she is really back..." Yingman Nanami looked at the sky, folded her hands and prayed.

Ji Zhenling raised her head and stared at the phantom, silent.

"What, jealous?"

The soft voice came to her mind.

Ji Maling frowned: "What am I jealous of?"

This Yue Ji, she spoke inexplicably.

Although she doesn't have any faith in the holy priestess, she has absolutely no hostility.

He even wanted to ask the other party to help Xiaoyan restore the source of his soul.

Where did the jealousy come from?

"Oh, not now, doesn't mean there won't be in the future."

Yue Ji snickered in her heart: "You will hate her in the future."

A question mark slowly appeared in Ji Maling's mind.

"By the way, I feel two very disgusting breaths."

Yueji reminded: "It should be people from the Illuminati who are coming."

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"Long live the holy priestess!"

"God open your eyes, the Holy Witch is safe and sound."

"God has not given up on us, the holy witch is back!"

Cheers resounded like a tsunami in the back streets of the academy.

Arisukawa Erin landed lightly, and the phantom figure of Tsukiyomito behind her also disappeared in the night, a red and white shrine maiden costume swayed in the storm, her forehead was slightly damp, and her eyes were half covered.

She looked at those cheering people, and there was a hint of cunning in her cold eyes.

He even raised his chin triumphantly.

In fact, in the past, even if she was admired and worshiped by hundreds of millions of people, she would not feel anything in her heart.Because in her opinion, it was all brought about by Yueyomi's identity and strength.

Nothing to be proud of.

And she herself is not the kind of character who likes to be flattered.

But now there was such a small hint of joy in her eyes.