An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Outside Sensoji Temple, flowers were falling from the sky and golden lotuses were pouring from the ground.

Countless Sanskrit sounds filled the sky, and Huakaiyuan and Zi's eyes 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 Masanori had already prepared for the worst. He respectfully paid homage to the shrine enshrining the soul of Budu, and then devoutly untied the rings as if worshiping the god for the first time.

Purple lightning spurted out, and even though he was a believer in Jianyu Thunder God, when the lightning hit him, his flesh and blood flew out like a whip.

The blood of the fanatics flowed out of the bone-deep wounds, and the red blood infected the paint-stained shrine, applying new paint to it.

After absorbing the sacrifice, Budu Yuhun seemed to be satisfied. The purple electric light was restrained. Even without the seal of the rope, it would not explode and hurt anyone for a while.

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

"Priest Tachibana." Kazuko Hanakain choked up and said with honorifics, "The battle is not over yet, Master Ikkyu may not lose."

At this time, Tachibana Masanori had already fallen down 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 his exposed white bones were extremely holy.

He struggled to hold on to a smile, "Only those of us who have fought with him for a lifetime understand the methods of that old monk Ikkyu. The situation is out of control. Ikkyu doesn't even care about all the monks in Sensoji Temple. It can be seen that the things inside must not be released." .”

Then he turned to look at Ueizumi Nobu, "I didn't expect that the three of us would die on the same day."

"Yes." Kamizumi sighed. He, Tachibana Masanori, and Ikkyu, as the three pillars of the neon practice world, have been fighting for their whole lives, but they never expected to die on the same day. This is also fate.

"In my old age, I have a bright gray head. How can I be frivolous? Who said that the light of a grain of rice cannot shine on the world?" Shangquan Xin's beard and hair were spread out, as awe-inspiring as a tiger.

Step by step, he climbed up to the three-story shrine. His mind, body, and skills were integrated into one. In an instant, he broke through the Sword Master Pass, and the brilliance of his spirituality bloomed from him.

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

Masanori Tachibana beat the beat with his bone-white hands, and the thunder in the sky boomed, just like the drums used to cheer the generals on their expeditions in ancient times, "Let me cheer you on."

The remaining flesh and blood of him melted, and a layer of blood-colored armor covered Kamizumi Nobu's body. Only with the protection of the flesh and blood of the fanatic believers, Kamizumi Shinbu, the newly promoted sword master, could truly use his body to temporarily control the weapons of the God of Thunder.

The Buddha's light in Sensoji Temple collapsed and disappeared like a phantom, leaving only an empty, dead temple and the clay sculptures in the temple, waiting for the world to worship.

Master Ikkyu wins

Kakaiin Kazuko was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry for a moment. The actions of the two sword masters and the great priest just now might have become a cold joke for the practitioners, and all the tragedy turned into comedy in an instant.

Later generations pointed to their epitaphs and said, "It was these two bastards who wanted to be heroes. They wanted to be heroes, but they failed."

But who knows how tragic and enlightened they felt when they became heroes.

Maybe this is life.

Only heroes cherish heroes.

Just when Kazuko Hanakain was in confusion, the statue of the God of Wind and Thunder standing outside Sensoji Temple was covered with a layer of yellow that was as deep as the starry sky and as quiet as the sea.

The King in Yellow did indeed dissolve with Ikkyu in the Buddha's light.

But he is the old ruler in the Cthulhu mythology. Although it is only a conceptual collection now, as long as the concept of him still exists in this world, he can return.

Now, Sensoji Temple does not have the obstacle of Ikkyu, and he can erode this thousand-year-old altar without any scruples.

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

Right there in Carcosa. "

A series of murmuring prayers sounded throughout Tokyo, and the concept of the King in Yellow gathered, eroding the entire Temple of Earth formation.

Suppressed by the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts and losing its main formation, the Earth Temple Formation that was breached from the inside was not as strong and invincible as imagined.

"For the King in Yellow, the Lord of the Endless Deep Sky and the Sea of ​​Stars, the Nameless One, I offer my faith that the Black Star will never fall."

The chanting came to an end.

The compassionate Guanyin statue gradually transformed into another indescribable statue of God.

Yellow clothes, wooden frame, red eyes and black stars that will never fall.

"kill"

A sound of breath like thunder bloomed from Kamizumi Shin's mouth, blending with the thunder in the sky.

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

A sword blade surrounded by billions of thunders was pulled out by Kamizumi Nobu.

He was half sitting and half standing on the shrine, and the sound of the sword being unsheathed was as clear 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. The thunder dragon flying among the yellow clouds seemed to have received some order.

A kilometer-long dragon body surrounded by countless silver-white lightning lines swooped down from the sky, even the air burned. The scorching magma-like brilliance was difficult to look directly at, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.

Kakaiin Kazuko was protected by the barrier formed by the thirteen shikigami ancestors, so he could see this mythical battle that ordinary people could not imagine.

Wearing yellow clothes, the two Feng Lei statues swelled 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 were thousands of meters tall. They stretched out their sky-covering hands and caught the thunder dragon that jumped from the clouds. The shining silver lightning gradually turned into deep purple.

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

Susano'o looked at the battlefield on the ground in surprise. He didn't expect that someone would take action before he took action. He thought that the army of demons he sent would most likely be meaninglessly turned into ashes in such a war.

He thought for a while, and then continued to watch with an expectant smile. If they could bring him a little entertainment, their role would be fulfilled.

After all, He is one of the three noble sons, a born god, and should be born to rule all things.

Although the wind and thunder giant resisted the thunder dragon, the light of Nobu Kamizumi's sword turned into an irresistible storm, directly destroying all the buildings within one kilometer of Sensoji Temple, except for a majestic main hall.

Indescribable tentacles wrapped around the main hall, greasyly drawing power from the earth's veins to withstand the brilliant sword light.

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

Fall from the sky.

"Good opponent," Ueizumi Nobu 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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