Douluo's spirit treasure Douluo

Tuesday looked at the old man with a white beard coldly, his aura suddenly exploded, and the extreme pressure crushed everyone.

"puff!"

The old man with a white beard who was under special care spat out a mouthful of blood and held on tightly to prevent himself from lying on the ground.

Others around him had already been pushed to the ground by this huge pressure, and in addition to the physical pressure, the huge spiritual presence crushed their small consciousness.

"How is it possible? Who are you? What are you going to do?" The white-bearded old man, whose beard was stained with blood, pointed at Tuesday with his trembling left hand and said slowly.

"What are you doing? You idiots, you have the nerve to ask me what I want to do?" Tuesday said with a cold snort, staring at the old guy.

"Young man, what happened six or seventy years ago has passed. Why do you need to put yourself in danger? Although the Japanese mysterious world is not as powerful as China, it is definitely not something that one person can compete with. For the sake of China behind you, If you stop now, you can still leave Japan safely."

The old man with the white beard coughed up blood and supported the huge pressure on his body, and then spoke slowly.

"Haha, you are so shameless." Tuesday sneered, and then, the huge palm print was shot out and hit the white-bearded old man.

The white-bearded old man's eyes widened and he shouted loudly. A milky white light emitted from his body until Magatama appeared on his neck, turning into a barrier to block the palm print's attack.

"boom!"

The huge palm print was stamped hard on the milky white barrier, and the huge momentum scared the surroundings and spread away.

Looking at this scene on Tuesday, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then clenched his hands tightly.

The huge palm print also followed the movement, clenching tightly, and the huge force caused the barrier to begin to deform.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the barrier, causing the white-bearded old man inside who had just taken a breath to instantly reveal a horrified face.

Boom!

The palm print that originally had no attributes suddenly turned into a palm of fire, and then suddenly exploded the barrier, turning into a raging fire, burning the old man with a white beard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The severe pain caused him to roll crazily, wailing in pain on the ground.

"You will regret it, damn supporter, you will regret it, hahaha...!"

Madness, resentment, viciousness, all kinds of negative emotions and language are radiated out.

Tuesday glanced at it, smacked it with a palm, turned into a huge palm print and pressed down, driving the white-bearded old man's flame into the ground.

"Idiot, you said you were going to kill me just now, and now you are such a coward. You are indeed a groveling race." Tuesday said with some disdain.

Then he took a step forward, and the huge pressure increased instantly, pressing everyone around him into the ground.

The bright red blood flows out and merges into the soil. Under the extreme pressure, the white and red colors merge with the soil and become nutrients.

Tuesday walked forward step by step, looked at the building in front of him, and clapped his hands.

"Boom!"

The huge palm print directly covered the door, and after a loud bang, it turned into ruins.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams continued, and the people inside looked frightened and hurriedly fled inside.

"This is the place where Japan creates gods. As long as I move forward to destroy them little by little, they will never be able to sit still. When the time comes, they will run to me on their own. This will save me the trouble of looking for them one by one."

Tuesday was thinking secretly as he shook out huge palm prints one after another.

There were constant roaring sounds all around, and ruins emerged one after another. At the same time, the nodes of the formation and the layout of the ceremony were also being continuously destroyed.

The damage caused in this way affected the entire ceremony and caused huge fluctuations.

It spread throughout Japan in an instant, after all, their territory is only so big.

On a hill, a huge old Japanese courtyard is built here. The whole building looks ordinary.

But if someone is proficient in formations, they can see that this building actually has a lot of traces of formations, which make this ordinary building unbreakable.

But in one of the rooms, an old man in black with some gray hair and who looked to be in his 50s or [-]s was kneeling on the ground, raising the katana in his hands.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked to the side.

"This wave? It's a shrine!"

His expression changed drastically, and he stood up instantly, waving a strong wind in the morning.

"boom!"

The wooden sliding door was suddenly opened, and there was a sound of collision, and a strong wind blew by instantly, bringing the two doors back.

This old man is Yanagawa Kenji, the contemporary swordsman of the Yanagawa family. He is also the guardian closest to the shrine, and he is also a firm believer in the Chinese danger theory.

He firmly believes that China is extremely dangerous, so he moved his residence here to guard the shrine at all times.

"Who is it? It was able to prevent the three major lawsuits from sending out emergency messages. Is it someone from the Chinese official? Or is it the top one?"

Yanagawa Kenji turned into a strong wind and flew over a large number of houses. After falling, his feet suddenly exerted force and turned into a strong wind again and flew forward.

As the distance got closer and closer, the gloomy face began to become ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn! You don't even let ordinary people go. No matter who is behind you? I will kill you."

Sensing the bound undead in the air, Yanagawa Kenji burst out with stronger power and rushed through the gate in an instant.

Holding the scabbard with his left hand and the handle of the knife with his right hand, he tilted his body downward and rushed forward at high speed against the ground.

Tuesday appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw that he was holding a pagoda emitting precious light in his left hand, and he waved it out with one palm, and the huge palm prints blasted around, making a huge noise.

Everything around him was slowly being shattered, and the strong sense of crisis made Yanagawa Kenji's pupils shrink.

This did not make him flinch, but forced him to concentrate highly, unite his thoughts, and draw his sword to strike with the belief that he would win.

Seeing the blade approaching but not reacting at all on Tuesday, Yanagawa Kenji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of joy on his face, because there was another strong man who became the soul of his soul under the sword.

"boom!"

The long knife stayed behind Tuesday, and Yanagawa Kenji, who had just shown a hint of joy, suddenly froze.

The katana sword that could easily cut through the alloy, coupled with the blessing of the belief that he would win, and the power of the spell attached to it, did not even break a piece of clothing.

Yanagawa Kenji couldn't believe it. He worshiped wind-attribute ghosts and gods, practiced wind-attribute spells, and burned wind-attribute elemental spells, all kinds of mysterious techniques, and achieved his name as the Storm Sword Master.

He is a violent swordsman who can cut through the atmosphere, how could he not be able to break through even a mere piece of clothing?

"Impossible! What on earth are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Bi Tuesday slapped his head and smashed it into pieces.