Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Chen Wanli waved his hand and woke up Miyamoto Yukisa.

When Miyamoto Yukisa woke up and was about to confess her crime, she saw a sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of her, with broken limbs and flesh all over the ground. A trace of confusion flashed across her pretty face. She looked at Huo Heli, who was kneeling on the ground, and her mouth was suddenly wide open in shock.

The master is so powerful that the leader of the Huo He family knelt down and begged for mercy so quickly!

"Take me to pick up my friend!" Chen Wanli said lightly.

Huo Heli agreed immediately, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Even if a sword master was trapped in that magic circle, he would have died long ago.

Do you really think that everyone is as difficult to deal with as you, Chen Wanli?

She didn't think that the Daxia woman could survive.

At the same time, a trace of panic flashed through his mind. He wondered if Chen Wanli would kill the woman to vent his anger after seeing that she was dead.

She couldn't help but look up in the direction of the shrine, silently praying for Lord Musashi's protection!

The three of them walked towards the deserted path together.

Before he got close, he saw Tang Lingyu walking towards him.

Huo Heli was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that this woman could escape from the magic circle!

"Are you okay?" Chen Wanli raised his chin.

Tang Lingyu waved his fist and said, "It's just a piece of shit!"

"Oh no! I thought you were waiting for me to rescue you!" Chen Wanli curled his lips.

"Same here!" Tang Lingyu was really planning to rescue Chen Wanli, but was secretly surprised that such a poison could not hurt him at all?

After a careful look, he found that Chen Wanli showed no signs of poisoning, and immediately realized that this clever guy was not poisoned.

"By the way, I didn't take the Five-Childred Unity Infant! Do you want it?" Tang Lingyu asked.

"Yes!" Chen Wanli said immediately when he remembered that this thing happened to be of some use.

Several people walked towards the magic circle. When they got close, Miyamoto Yukisa saw the scene clearly and started to vomit.

It was an even bloodier scene than the one in the coffee shop. All the flowers, trees, rocks and land nearby were smashed to pieces, and the ground looked like it had been turned over.

As for the ninjas hiding in it, almost all of them were turned into meat scraps.

Huo Heli was completely dumbfounded. With her sharp eyesight, it was not difficult to see that the magic circle and the hidden ninjas here were all shattered by the violent bombardment.

What a fucking couple, they are both equally brutal and cruel when killing people!

The corner of Chen Wanli's mouth twitched slightly. This Tang Huohuo really looks like Tang Lingyu, a violent maniac!

But he didn't say much. He saw that the five ghost-raising jars were intact. He didn't know whether they were left there intentionally or were injected with special devices. He picked up the five ghost-raising jars and put them into the storage ring. Then he followed Huo Heli towards the mountain.

At this time, tourists have been coming down the mountain one after another. The closer they get to the top of the mountain, the fewer people there are, and the black fog on the top of the mountain is becoming thicker and thicker, as if it is gradually spreading towards them.

There was complete silence all around, except for the sound of a few people's footsteps; even the chirping of insects seemed to have completely disappeared.

Miyamoto Yukisa felt a chill coming at her and shivered suddenly. Tang Lingyu stretched out a hand and held her back, and only then did she feel calm.

Huo Heli lowered his head and deliberately led a few people towards the depths of the black fog.

Chen Wanli sneered, paused, raised his head, and said loudly: "Daxia warriors come to ask for advice from the Musashi Demon God!"

When the first word was uttered, it was like thunder rumbling upwards. If the first word was like thunder rumbling thousands of miles away, then when it came to the word "warrior", it was like thunder rolling in the sky, exploding over the entire Tianmei Mountain.

As soon as the word "ask for advice" came out, it was like a thunderous explosion, enough to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split, as if the volcano on Tianmei Mountain was about to erupt.

Miyamoto Yukisa was shocked and staggered, but fortunately Tang Lingyu's hand was still on her vest, and an invisible force protected her heart. She did not spit out blood on the spot like Huo Heli did.

Only Tang Lingyu remained calm.

The black fog suspended above the shrine suddenly dispersed to both sides, and the entire shrine building was exposed to everyone.

The huge wooden door creaked open from the inside.

Dozens of men in black poured out from inside and stood on the left and right. Then Miyamoto Yasuchika, who was wearing the costume of the Great Onmyoji, and a middle-aged man who was wearing a samurai uniform and looked very powerful, walked out.

"The Japanese Yin-Yang Master, Miyamoto Yasuchika, on behalf of Lord Musashi, welcomes the Master."

He spoke fluent Chinese and was very respectful, as if Chen Wanli was not the enemy who destroyed the Miyamoto family's century-old foundation, but a distinguished guest of the shrine.

But in just a moment, when he glanced at Miyamoto Yukisa, he could still feel the hatred that was barely concealed.

"Lord Musashi is aware of Master Chen's intention and is waiting in the hall. Please come in!"

He made a gesture of invitation towards the hall at the back.

Chen Wanli laughed. His purpose of coming here was Lihuosha, and he had never mentioned it to anyone. How did Miyamoto Musashi know about it?

But then I realized that these Japanese devils had most likely misunderstood me.

He didn't care about these things. He walked towards the inner room with his hands behind his back, looking as leisurely as if he was strolling in the courtyard.

Seeing Chen Wanli really walk in, a hint of joy flashed in Miyamoto Yasuhiko's eyes, but it was quickly hidden deep in his eyes.

Huo Heli also breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps because she had arrived at the temple and under the protection of Lord Musashi's divine power, she felt that life and death were back in her own hands.

"This is the shrine of Lord Musashi!"

Miyamoto Yasuchika led a group of people towards a temple in the shrine. There was no one along the way, but under the coverage of Chen Wanli's spiritual sense, he found countless ninjas and Onmyoji lurking in every corner.

However, Chen Wanli didn't care about these things at all. When he arrived at the entrance of a temple filled with cold and gloomy air, Miyamoto Yasuchika stopped.

Through the wooden door, one can feel the supreme majesty of this temple, and the sacred atmosphere in the coldness.

Chen Wanli guessed that this was the magic circle in the shrine, as well as the various pure and spiritual auras, which were of great benefit to ghosts and gods.

"Master, Master Musashi is waiting for you inside!"

Miyamoto Yasuchika paused and motioned for Chen Wanli to go in alone.

Tang Huohuo raised his chin to Chen Wanli: "Don't worry! I guarantee that your little lady will be fine!"

Chen Wanli's mouth drooped: "Don't worry, I can handle it!"

"..."

After saying that, Chen Wanli strode in.

Tang Lingyu had a blank expression on his face, completely ignoring the ecstasy that had already appeared on the faces of Miyamoto Yasuchika, Huo Heli and others.

However, Miyamoto Yukisa felt nervous when facing her grandfather, the great onmyoji.

She knew very well that everyone present had bad intentions, and if Chen Wanli walked in like this, he would undoubtedly walk into a trap.

She subconsciously moved closer to Tang Lingyu. At this time, Huo Heli raised his head again, with flames burning in his eyes:

"Chen Wanli is a very brave artist. You are just a woman. Aren't you afraid at all?"

Tang Lingyu grinned: "What do you want to do?"

Miyamoto Yukisa looked up and saw three people moving towards them. In an instant, she only thought of one word: murderous intent lurks on every side!

……

Chen Wanli walked into the temple with his hands behind his back.

The temple was very spacious, with the blue brick walls covered with various murals and statues. A thick sandalwood stick was burning in the incense burner on the altar, emitting curls of blue smoke and a special fragrance that could clear the mind and calm the spirit.

In the middle of the lobby, there is a three-meter-tall statue of a god wearing a green-faced, fang-toothed mask and a lifelike red battle robe. He holds a sharp blade in each hand, and looks murderous.

Below the statue, an old man with sharp eyes was kneeling on a cushion.

"Daxia warriors, you are honored guests to be able to enter here!"

The old man was wearing the ronin samurai uniform of the shogunate era. He had white hair and a white beard, and his age was hard to tell. He looked like a samurai from the shogunate era.

Chen Wanli didn't care and sat opposite him.

"I am Miyamoto Musashi. I am a distinguished guest who has come from the Middle-earth. Is it just to seek advice?"

When he spoke, he was polite and courteous, not at all like a hot-tempered warrior.

Chen Wanli was not surprised. He had done some research before coming here. Miyamoto Musashi was a military strategist and swordsman in the early Edo period, and he wrote many military books.

He was exiled in his early years and became a ronin, where he mastered the swordsmanship and created the Two Swords in One.

He challenged the master of the best kendo hall in Kyoto at that time, defeated seventy-five samurai, became famous in one battle, and successfully embarked on the path of martial arts training.

As a martial arts master recorded in Japanese history books, he can be said to be a person of extraordinary talent.

But he didn't expect that he would end up on the path of practicing ghosts and gods.

“I never thought that the former martial arts master would steal years in this way!”

Chen Wanli shook his head.

The old man in front of him at this moment was undoubtedly a normal old man in the eyes of ordinary people, but Chen Wanli was very clear that the one in front of him was just a group of souls.

It's not even a Nascent Soul, it's just the soul condensed into substance.