Douluo's spirit treasure Douluo

"Damn, these guys really deserve to die." Tuesday said slowly while slowly raising his left hand.

"But it's okay, those officers are not completely dead, so let me extract your two souls and six souls and burn them in the true fire of samadhi, so that you can live or die." Tuesday said with a cold snort.

At this time, the guards standing at the door had already noticed Tuesday, and one of them slowly walked over.

"Sir, if you want to worship at the shrine, please come inside. If you are not asked to leave, this is private property." Although the guard was very polite, his eyes were full of teasing.

Obviously, this is an old Jianghu!Through the person's clothing, movements and expressions, it was analyzed that Tuesday was a Chinese.

"Sacrifice? These bastards are even equipped to be worshiped!" Tuesday sneered, looking at this person and said.

"Sir, you are not allowed to insult the ancestors of our country. If you don't pay homage, get out!" The guard seemed angry, but Tuesday could clearly feel the excitement in his heart.

In his heart, he seemed to really want to hit him on Tuesday, and Tuesday did what he wanted, but the punch was not a fist.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A burst of flames burst out, directly covering the guard, causing him to scream and fall to the ground.

"what's the situation?"

"what happened?"

The scene here instantly alerted the guards, who ran over instantly.

After seeing Tuesday, they instantly understood something.

Although there are still some things that are unclear, they all want to come and surround Tuesday.

Tuesday didn't say a word, but clapped his hands forward a few times, and huge palm prints flew out into the air, instantly destroying these people.

"Ah...ah!"

Screams rang out all around, and those who had noticed it were all frightened and panicked.

Some people ran away, some people called the police, and some people secretly hid and were recording with their mobile phones.

Tuesday ignored these people, his left hand lit up with light, and the Linglong Pagoda appeared in his hand.

The fluctuation of the palm print just now has already alerted the clergy of the shrine and the like.

Inside the building, in a room, a huge ceremony was spread out on the ground. In every specific place, there was a figure kneeling. They were silently carrying out their work, creating gods!

Outside the huge ritual pattern, dozens of people were stationed nearby, quietly guarding the place.

Among these dozen people, there were three people, two old men and one middle-aged man.

Just as he hit the palm print on Tuesday, the middle-aged man wearing white Japanese clergy clothing suddenly opened his eyes.

"This wave? Strange supernatural power, people from other countries appear, right at the door of the shrine."

The middle-aged man's words caused the old men on both sides to open their eyes and look at the middle-aged man.

"Yanagawa, do you feel which country he is from?" said the old man with a long white beard on the left.

"I can't sense it. The power is very strange. It doesn't look like the Chinese, but no one else will come here except them." The middle-aged man named Yanagawa said as he stood up.

"Then you go ahead! After giving you a lesson, throw it outside the Chinese Embassy. China is too powerful now, whether it's their national power or their alien world!" The old man without a beard on the right said helplessly. .

"That's just for now. As long as we successfully create gods from all our ancestors, we will no longer be afraid of the alien world in China." Yanagawa's face was full of confidence, and then he rushed out with a few people.

When I arrived at the entrance of the shrine, I saw that except for a few people walking around the fire, there was no guard around.

His brows immediately furrowed. The other party actually killed someone so quickly. It seemed like the person who came was evil!

But when his eyes shifted to Tuesday, Yanagawa was completely stunned.

"The aura of divinity, absolutely yes, it is divinity!" Yanagawa's eyes suddenly burst into greedy light, and it was fixed on Tuesday's body, and he was extremely excited in his heart.

"It is definitely divinity, but it does not emanate from his body. He has been in contact with divinity! A treasure, it is definitely a treasure!"

Yanagawa was extremely excited. He stared at Tuesday and slowly raised his head.

When his eyes noticed the exquisite pagoda on Tuesday's left hand, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"The magic weapon is still a very powerful magic weapon. This guy is a weapon refiner. He is indeed Chinese!"

At this time on Tuesday, he also looked at someone who had just rushed over, staring at him with greed in his eyes.

With a cold snort, he raised his right hand slightly, ready to blow this bastard away with one palm.

"Young man, don't act impulsively. I know you are angry, but after all, it is a matter of our ancestors. It has been so many years, so why bother with it? Don't you always say it? It is better to dissolve enemies than to end them."

Yanagawa straightened his expression and looked at Zhou Zhou and said righteously.

"What's more, there are many reasons for what happened back then. What you know now has actually been tampered with."

Yanagawa said as he walked towards Tuesday.

"These people just think they're venting their anger on you. Come on, I'll take you back to the Chinese Embassy. Don't..."

"boom!"

A huge palm print came over and instantly covered Yanagawa's body. Huge power emanated from his body. He tried to resist the attack, but all efforts were in vain. Yanagawa was directly beaten.

"Omiyaji!"

This scene made several people behind scream in surprise, all of them couldn't believe it.

Yanagawa is the second-ranked clergyman, the Omiyaji, second only to the priest.

Although Yanagawa is a very young person in the Omiyaji, his strength has reached the standard, but he was still directly defeated.

Such a scene made them extremely panicked and their bodies trembled a little.

"White fox! Vicious dog!"

One of the young clergymen breathed a sigh of relief and then shouted loudly, and two large spirits appeared next to him.

"Run quickly and inform the other palace ministers that I will stop him here." After the young cleric shouted, lights began to light up on both sides.

Upon seeing this, the other personnel quickly ran back. After all, the young clergyman was the strongest among them.

Tuesday watched quietly as those people ran backwards, an invisible barrier in front of their bodies resisting the attacks one after another.

"It's decided! Let the people of their extraordinary world be bloodbathed first, and then let the island country sink." Tuesday finally figured out how to retaliate against the island country.

With a wave of his hand, a huge palm print directly hit the young man.

"Chuanmu!"

A mournful roar sounded, and the white-bearded old man stared at this scene with wide eyes.

That was his apprentice, the most satisfying apprentice in his life, but now he was beaten to death with a palm, and there was still no body left.

"I don't care who you are? Are you Chinese? You are going to die here today." The old man with a white beard looked ferocious and pointed at Tuesday with his trembling left hand and said.