I Raised a God in Tokyo

Then, it squirmed quickly and turned into long and narrow gaps.

In the gap, there was a huge suction force.

The spirit who was waiting to be reincarnated in the square suddenly became red-eyed, and his body suddenly became several times larger.

An uncontrollable roar came from his throat.

They all rushed into the crack brutally and disappeared.

"The Qi of the Underworld can catalyze the development of cracks between the two worlds, and then achieve cross-boundary invasion"

Facing Bai Mujun, Izanami slowly stretched out a finger and said coldly.

"This is just the first batch."

"Bai Mujun, how many batches of attacks from Huang Quan do you think your Tokyo, which understands each other, is harmonious and friendly, can survive?"

And Bai Mujun's originally gentle eyes were slightly cold at the moment.

He raised his palm suddenly, and a gentle silver light was already shining in his palm.

The crescent palm infused with more than [-] points of mana instantly took shape in his palm.

This palm, even Amaterasu, the Great God, would not dare to accept it head-on!

Izanami obviously also noticed this, but instead of being flustered, a sneer appeared on Qiao's face.

However, the laughter was extremely cold.

"It's useless, don't forget, where are you now!"

"This is Huangquan!"

"What you are facing is the incarnation of the entire underworld, Izanami!"

"As long as there is still a trace of the spirit of the underworld, I will not be harmed!"

"Similarly, as long as there is a trace of the energy of the underworld, I can continue to draw strength from the underworld!"

"As long as Huang Quan is still there, I am invincible!"

Shiraki Jun stared at Izanami's face.

From the perspective, he could tell that the other party was not lying.

There are infinitely many invisible filaments protruding from the opponent's body, connecting with the void.

Can't tell how much mana it has.

But gazing at her, as if gazing at the entire underworld, has a strong sense of oppression.

He slowly put down his hand, his expression calmed down again.

asked.

"Izanami, wouldn't it be to ridicule this kind of wickedness, that he attacked Tokyo?"

"Of course not." Izanami stepped down from the throne and came to Bai Mujun's side casually.

He looked completely defenseless, not afraid of Bai Mujun's sudden attack.

"I'm interested in you."

"Bai Mujun, you said you want to resolve the conflict, right?"

"Then now, there is an opportunity before you to resolve the conflict between Wei Yuan and Huang Quan."

"If you are willing to assist me in attacking Gao Tianyuan, then I will let Wei Yuan go."

"Otherwise, I will keep sending ghosts to attack until the Tokyo you speak of is reduced to ruins."

"How, give me your answer, should you choose Wei Yuan or Gao Tianyuan?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

Bai Mujun responded calmly: "Even if I verbally agree to assist Izanami, Izanami won't believe me, right?"

"Well, of course I have a solution." Izanami's beautiful smile became more abundant like a snake.

She picked up her jade finger, and suddenly a large amount of energy from the underworld floated from all around and condensed on her fingertips.

Then it materialized into a cup of wine and floated in front of Bai Mujun.

The wine cup contained some kind of clear liquid.

Izanami explained with a smile.

"As long as you are willing to drink this glass of wine, it will be a symbol of our alliance."

"I will take back the ghost, and at the same time promise not to attack Wei Yuan again."

Bai Mujun looked at the glass of wine.

He raised his hand and took the glass of wine.

Seeing Bai Mujun's actions, the corners of Izanami's mouth suddenly raised slightly.

Drink it, as long as you drink it, your chances of defeating Izanagi will be higher by a few points

"No!" Beside Bai Mujun, the ghost girl Hongye suddenly stretched out her hand and firmly pressed Bai Mujun's arm, shaking her head in horror at him.

"Priest Baimu, absolutely, absolutely cannot drink!"

"Once you eat any food from Huangquan, you can never go back. This is the iron rule of Huangquan!"

"Izanami, she doesn't want to make a deal with you at all, but she clearly wants you to stay in the underworld!"

Izanami's eyes turned cold.

"Hongye big demon, don't worry about me." Bai Mujun didn't react too much, and patted the back of the ghost girl Hongye's hand comfortingly, "I'll be careful."

"No——" the ghost girl Hongye still stubbornly refused to let go.

"Shut up!" Izanami narrowed her eyes immediately, and the terrifying divine power swept towards the ghost girl Hongye.

She threatened sinisterly: "Daughter of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, don't think that I dare not kill you!"

Under the oppression of divine power, the ghost girl Hongye froze in place, unable to move.

Izanami turned her head slightly, as if changing her face, and put on another face again.

He stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"Priest Baimu, please?"

Hearing the words, Bai Mujun lowered his head, and looked at the wine glass in his hand, which was condensed by Huangquan Qi.

Xiumei frowned slightly.

However, it's not because of the pressure in my heart that if I drink something, I will stay in Huangquan.

Instead, he noticed that just now, when the wine glass fell into his palm——

The seventh Fahai in the body suddenly moved.

Chapter 190 The Seventh Routine Can't Be Changed

Tokyo, Leiming Temple.

"Hey, you evil creatures, quickly take a whip from me!"

While speaking, Master Jingshui of Yaowang Temple glared at him, and fiercely swung the Buddhist beads in his hand like a long whip.

A one-way display of the inner Buddha's light.

With just one whip, the half-man-tall, hideous-faced green-gray kid in front of him was whipped away.

After performing this trick, Master Jingshui let out a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the Buddha's name.

Sure enough, it was as entrusted by the Baimu Mountain God.

Not long after it entered Leiming Temple.

Then there was a sudden and strange wind, rising from the ground inexplicably, blowing all the people present to fight.

What's even more weird is that after the gust of wind passed, dirty and twisted sharp claws suddenly protruded from the originally flat ground.

Accompanied by sobbing and miserable ghost cries, little ghosts exuding yin energy came out of the ground in groups.

Although this scene surprised people in Tokyo, it did not throw them off their feet.

Instead, they tacitly formed various combat units and stepped forward to meet them.

Fortunately, these ghosts were just spawned by this gust of evil wind, and the strength of the newly condensed ghosts was not considered strong.

And everyone in Tokyo, who had been prepared for a long time, could deal with it with ease.

Soon, the battle was over.

Now, it has entered the stage of cleaning the battlefield.

Wearing priestly attire and carrying a rotten longbow behind her back, Grandma Chiyo is directing several priests of Kanda Shrine to scatter along the four walls of Leiming Temple to check carefully to see if there are any ghosts that have slipped through the net.

Walk towards where Master Jingshui is.

Seeing this, Master Jingshui hurriedly put his hands together and bowed his head, and said politely: "Lord Qiandai, you have worked hard to exorcise ghosts."

"Master Shizumi too." Grandma Chiyo smiled gently and nodded in return.

Still the same smile as before

Looking at Grandma Qiandai, for a moment, Master Shizumi was a little stunned.

Suddenly, an image of a gentle witch with black silk like waterfalls appeared in his mind.

Back then, in Tokyo, in order to promote the exchange of gods and Buddhas, exchange meetings were held from time to time.

As the disciples with the highest Buddha-nature in Yaowang Temple at that time, Master Jingshui often attended with his master Abbot Putu.

However, compared with the various obscure and difficult concepts at the exchange meeting, it was the shrine maiden named Chiyo Cai at the exchange meeting that attracted Master Shizumi more.

Every frown and smile makes people care about it.

Since then, Master Jingshui has realized a little bit.

Buddhist scriptures can be studied at any time and any place.

Miko, on the other hand, can only be seen at the exchange meeting.