dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Hearing the words of Fifth Master Chang Huaiqing, the elderly priest of Horikoshi Shrine seemed not surprised at all.

Instead, he took out a palm-sized fan from his bosom, and fanned himself.

"Hehehe, you really are from China."

"If you're not mistaken, the three of you are elves who have achieved success in cultivation, right?"

"It just so happens that our Horikoshi Shrine still lacks a few gods and beasts..."

As soon as the old priest, that is, the great priest, said this, the other priests immediately surrounded him with a sneer.

The fifth and seventh masters of the Chang family immediately put their attention on guard, while Chang Huaiyuan, the Dragon Lord, remained indifferent.

Take a leisurely stroll by yourself.

They even passed through a group of priests leisurely, but they didn't dare to stop them.

Because the onmyojis felt that if they dared to touch this peerless young master, something extremely terrifying would happen immediately.

The kind of terror that can bring disaster!

Seeing this scene, the elderly onmyoji looked solemn.

Put away the small fan and said: "Your Excellency, who are you?!"

Chang Huaiyuan didn't pay attention to him at all, or he didn't even look at the priests.

Now I have walked slowly to a big tree.

The big tree was blocked by a yellow isolation tape with the words "no approaching" written on it.

The treetops are covered with various talismans and prayer strips, many of which were left by famous people in Japan.

The so-called isolation zone, of course, cannot stop the Northern Blood Dragon.

Amidst the sound of crackling sparks, Chang Huaiyuan had already "broke through" the isolation charm to the side of the tree, and stretched out his white, bony hand to gently place it on the tree.

It seems to be speaking to a group of priests, and it seems to be talking to himself.

"This is what you call a blessed tree, right? A nanshu sacred tree that has been practiced for nearly 600 years."

"But why does this seat feel endless grievances entangled in him?"

"You waited for the Japanese slaves to irrigate the nan tree with the flesh and blood of other creatures?!"

While talking, Chang Huaiyuan opened his eyes to look under the tree roots, and he saw a shocking scene.

I saw that the whole tree was buried with the corpses of various creatures, both human and other animals.

Now these corpses are firmly entangled and deeply penetrated by tree roots, absorbing the nutrients inside...

Seeing this, the Blood Dragon of the Northern Kingdom immediately removed his hand from the tree in disgust, took out a handkerchief and kept wiping it.

"Hehe, the surface is smooth and clean, but the inside is full of filth, you people of the Japanese slave country have always been like this!"

Seeing that his biggest secret was seen through at a glance, the chief priest of Horikoshi Shrine finally became angry from embarrassment.

"Your Excellency, I don't care who you are, please stay three meters away from the sacred tree!"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for our lack of hospitality!"

Yan Bi waved his hand towards the dark place, and suddenly more than a dozen figures dressed as ninjas appeared around.

There are on the ground, on the wall, and even on the sacred tree, half squatting with the body in a posture of attacking at any time.

How could Chang Huaiyuan be intimidated by such a small scene?

I ignored the great priest, and didn't even turn around.

Instead, half-hesitantly, he raised his white and backbone hand again, and slowly patted the tree.

In that way, the words "I think you are dirty" are almost written on the face.

"It's not that the time has not arrived."

"You have devoured countless souls for hundreds of years, and it is time to give an explanation to the world today."

The palm fell lightly on the tree without even making a sound.

But everyone clearly felt the vibration coming from their feet, and even the thick and thin tree in their arms began to tremble violently.

It looked like ordinary people suddenly struck by severe pain.

The ninja squatting on the tree turned into ashes and went with the wind without even humming.

Seeing the rapidly turning yellow and falling leaves, Chang Huaiyuan moved away in disgust, and returned to his two brothers.

At the same time, he threw away the original handkerchief, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the palm he had just patted on the big tree.

"You, what did you do to Master Shenshu?!"

How could the great priest of the Horikoshi Shrine not be surprised, and came to the big tree with a whistling sound.

Stretching out his hand and stroking slowly, a ferocious face unexpectedly appeared on Dashu's body, screaming continuously in pain.

At the same time, the corners of the mouth continued to spray out yellow-green liquid.

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