Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Can we just sit and wait?

She looked anxiously at Saori Asakura and the others, unable to think of a way out of the siege.

"Leave it to me! Shiina-san."

Asakura Saori, who was beside her, took a step forward, took her pale palm due to blood loss, and patted it lightly.

Her crisp voice is firm and powerful.

"Mr. Ming told me, don't be afraid, because he is here."

Asakura Saori raised her arms flat, her palms slowly opened, and a dark bead lay there, quietly swallowing the surrounding light.

"Actually, I really want to say something to him, don't worry, because I walk side by side with him."

"But now I am far away from him. I can only hide under his wings and watch him shield me from the wind and rain."

The thick black spring water suddenly gushed out from the beads, and a vast but peaceful and loving will descended on this tiny [spirit world], freezing everyone except Asakura Saori in place, Can't move a centimeter.

"Mother of the Underworld! Your sons and daughters are here to praise you."

Thick black clouds covered the sky in the blink of an eye, and there were muffled sounds among the clouds, making the depressed people have difficulty breathing. .

"Please grant me the strength to protect myself and to support my progress with Lord Ming."

Wow~~~! ! ! ! ! ! !

The downpour was pouring down, and the rain was as black and thick as ink.The black ball in Asakura Saori's palm slowly flew into the air amidst the thunder and lightning.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminated the world, and then struck the bead fiercely.

Ka Ka ~!

The beads finally couldn't hold on under the constant lightning strikes, cracking large and small gaps.

Viscous thick black liquid gushes out from the cracks of the beads continuously.

In mid-air, the long ramp is looming, and the fragrance of mandalas floats along with the sound of wind chimes.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the complexion of the elderly priest who was fixed in place by a great will suddenly changed.

He carefully identified the liquid emerging from the black beads, and his heart tightened, and he recognized that it was the water of Santu River.

Could it be. . . .

An absurd feeling popped up in his mind, could it be that this priestess is the priestess who is the son of God, Iyenamihime, the mother of the underworld?

In that case, I am not. . . . . .

A very dark blade light cut off his thinking, and the pure black blade glow spread across the whole world without sound.

The light of the sword lighted his head, and the figure of a warrior in a pitch-black armor stood in front of Saori Asakura. He half-kneeled while leaning on the sword, and bowed his head in salute.

A faint grand double tone came into the ears of several people.

"The samurai guarding Huangquan Hirasaka returned under the orders of Ienamihime."

"Your will is my direction."

Chapter 49 The Devil's Cloak (1)

Fog, fog, fog.

A thick fog, less than three feet ahead.

Yu Zhongming was on his way alone.

Dressed in plain clothes and white clothes, the crown is majestic.

He was wearing clogs.

The tramp echoed.

To the east of Qingshui Village is a forest, rippling in the mist.

The moonlight poured down, like a quiet will-o'-the-wisp in the fog, swaying on his shoulders, long hair, hat, and back.

His footsteps are leisurely and his posture is elegant, as if a nobleman is on an outing, and the wet forest path under his feet is like a passage to see the gods.

Wide and wide, unobstructed.

He was about to go to Linnei, which was located in the east of Qingshui Village, where the event was expected to end.

Yu Zhongming had many conjectures about the cult members this time.For example, Inada Kiyomori is the mastermind behind the cult members, and Su Laosan Shangsong is the actual leader of the cult; for another example, the cult has long emptied Inada Qingsheng, except for a few people in this Qingshui village, they are all followers of the cult.

Zero zero total, too numerous to enumerate.

But all speculation is just speculation, and the facts are almost in front of us.

Walking under the feet, a few drops of mist wet the corners of the clothes, and the white clothes were stained with fallen leaves.

Cross a few small paths and push aside the blinding branches.

suddenly see the light.

There is a gurgling stream flowing slowly in front of me, and I don't know where it flows beyond the end of the white mist.

This is where the barrier of Qingshui Village meets the stream.