God Killer

Zheng Xian and the nine-tailed fox returned to the sky above Tokyo. Tokyo was affected by the fighting between 800 million gods. The side of Tokyo near Mount Fuji has been turned into ruins. There are still many gods fighting each other. Fights, the general fights of small thoughts are naturally not destructive, but those big thoughts, especially the big thoughts that give birth to supernatural powers, often have amazing destructive power when they fight. He has already killed red eyes, and doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary people at all.

After Zheng Xian glanced at the ruins under his feet, he continued to fly towards the location of the Yasukuni Shrine. At this time, the nine-tailed fox had left Zheng Xian far behind.

Zheng Xian saw an incomparably thick column of smoke rising into the sky, and inside it was not smoke, but individual spirits, a large number of spirits.

Zheng Xian's task now is like pinching off the wick of an oil lamp. Once the wick is pinched out, no matter how much lamp oil there is, it will be useless.

Accepting the roster enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine is tantamount to cutting off the black smoke column.

Zheng Xian knew that it was definitely not an easy task to enter the Yasukuni Shrine. There must be guards of one kind or another here.

But even if it is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, Zheng Xian has to break through.

Zheng Xian pulled open the scroll of withdrawing from Tibet, and rolled himself into it. For Zheng Xian, he could win the victory without any effort, so naturally there was no reason to work hard.

At this time, some priests in the Yasukuni Shrine knelt on the ground, worshiping extremely respectfully, and chanted the emperor's king's generation in their mouths.

My Royal Tradition Passed Down for Thousands of Generations

Passed down to Yachiyo

until the pebbles turn into rocks

till the rock grows moss

Just as Zheng Xian was about to step into the Yasukuni Shrine, he felt a huge repulsion from the Yasukuni Shrine, and all existences could not enter it. Although Zheng Xian's withdrawal scroll could be invisible, it could only stop here.

This repulsive force was so strong that the entire Yasukuni Shrine seemed to be covered by a huge steel curtain. If Zheng Xian wanted to enter it, he had to punch a big hole in the steel curtain first.

Fortunately, Zheng Xian does not lack treasures that can separate the steel curtain.

With a flash of black light, Zheng Xian stepped into the Yasukuni Shrine.

As Zheng Xian stepped in, dozens of huge spirits sprang out of the Yasukuni Shrine. These spirits were as strong as warriors, with muscles all over their bodies like iron bumps, feet growing on top of their heads, and ghosts on their faces. Like a mask, with big eyes, curved mouth, and protruding fangs, each of them stands like an iron tower more than ten meters high, standing in the Qin State Shrine.

These ten fierce gatekeepers shouldered the mission of beheading all the uninvited visitors who stepped into the Yasukuni Shrine, and immediately drew out the Japanese swords around their waists and slashed at Zheng Xian.

Ten long knives were like ten gates, smashed towards Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian avoided walking among them, the king beast behind Zheng Xian let out a roar, bursting with ferocity, and rushed towards one of the fierce ghosts, both sides Fight immediately.

These ten fierce ghost guards have also enjoyed the worship of the entire Japanese people for hundreds of years. You are drawn into the bottom of the knife and cut into pieces by the blade.

Zheng Xian dodged seven or eight knives one after another, and the ninth was unavoidable. Facing the head-on slash, Zheng Xian immediately sacrificed the Tiancongyun sword, and without a sound, the Japanese knife broke into two pieces, the blade body The huge momentum was cut by the Tiancongyun sword, and the surrounding ground was cut by the knife wind as if it had been plowed, but Zheng Xian was not affected at all.

Zheng Xian couldn't help admiring what a treasure, Yagi no Orochi who had such a treasure died so wronged and aggrieved.

Zheng Xian would not let go of this opportunity when the other party was cut with a sword. He dashed forward and chopped off one foot of the ten-meter-high giant tower. Because this is a place where evil spirits are entrenched, there is no need for any special protection. The Iron Curtain has more functions of these ten evil spirits. It is not to defend against foreign enemies, but to prevent the evil spirits imprisoned and raised here from escaping.

These gods and spirits were the emperor's people when they were alive, and they could not rest in peace after death. They were still the emperor's ghosts, and they were still tortured and tortured ghosts.After all, these people were victims of the emperor's ambitions, and of course they deserved it.

Zheng first avoided the ten ghosts and rushed into the place where 250 million undead are enshrined, which is the prison of these undead.

At this time, more than a dozen men in sacrificial attire appeared in front of Zheng Xian.

These men are immortal cultivators left behind by the emperor. There is no orthodox way in Japan, only art but no method, so it can be said that there is not a single immortal cultivator in Japan, all of them are lackeys of the emperor, and these dozen are the legends ninja.

Ninjas have skills, all of which are means of sneak attack and murder. Such ninjutsu is thousands of miles away from the Dao, but it also has its own advantages, that is, if you don't seek the Dao, there is no limit, and you can practice the art to the extreme.

These ninjas are like this.

The eighteen ninjas are usually the priests of the Yasukuni Shrine, who are in charge of the ceremonies, and are also the managers of the spirits here. They are responsible for refining the spirits, so that these loyal soldiers of the emperor will suffer endless pain after death, so that their weak spirits will be destroyed. Train to become a powerful soldier.

Ninja and Zheng Xianyou have one very similar thing, that is, they don't like nonsense, and when the two sides meet, they shoot immediately.

The cultivation base of these eighteen priests is as large as the level of Chinese immortal cultivators forming alchemy. It is already very extraordinary to be able to reach such a level in this mortal world, and they can be called rare figures.

Seeing these eighteen priests chanting the generation of the king, they took out a huge fan from their backs in their hands. When these fans were opened and closed in front of them, two same people came out from behind the fan, holding the same hand. Holding a fan, opening and closing it again, and two more people came out from behind.

Open and close eight times in this way, the eighteen sacrificial ninjas become 250 six sacrificial priests.

Zheng Xian squinted his long and narrow eyes slightly. This method looked very similar to the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox's avatar technique. It is not uncommon for Emperor Shu's guard meeting.

Zheng first crossed the 250 six sacrificial ninjas, and looked at the shrine behind them. There was a thick stack of scripture-like things inside.The infinite spirit of billowing black smoke came out of that scripture.

At this time, Zheng Xian felt a little sympathetic to these Japanese who died for the emperor. The emperor is really a guy who will never stop until he squeezes out the oil and water of others.

The nine ghost guards behind Zheng Xian caught up with Zheng Xian at this time, brandishing the Japanese sword in their hands to attack Zheng Xian, a roar of a tiger descended from the sky, the king beast tore up one of the warriors, chewed it and ate it, just in time to rush over, Your Majesty The beast tiger opened its mouth, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of anger. The flames were raging, and in an instant a wall of flames rose behind Zheng Xian, and Zheng Xian's back was scorched with pain.

But the flame wall really blocked the nine-headed ghost guards, at least Zheng Xian didn't have to worry about the problems behind him for the time being.

Zheng Xian smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed, the purple gold gourd flew out suddenly, magnified dozens of times in the air, and fell down like a meteorite with a bang, more than 200 priests were directly smashed into meatloaf.

Zijin gourd is not only a treasure that can be used to fly into the sky, it can also be used as a meteor hammer.Picking up a monk who formed a pill, I really couldn't help but smash this baby hard.

Although the number of opponents is more than 200, there are only eighteen lumps of flesh and blood on the ground at this time. In other words, the clones of the opponent are nothing but illusions, all fake. This makes Zheng Xian a little surprised. Originally, he thought These avatars are full of flesh and blood.

Zheng first stepped through the muddy meat on the ground, and walked towards the roster that was placed in a jar in the altar.

Zheng Xian seemed to hear the painful wailing of countless souls.

This scene seems to have returned to the space orb. At that time, there was a huge mouthful of Mengpo soup in the space orb, and the soul was immersed in it. Once splashed a few drops of Mengpo soup, the pain, the pain, even Zheng Xian can't forget it now.

Obviously, the jar holding the roster is also a treasure. From Zheng Xian's eyes, there is a mass of purple mist on the jar. The mist rolls like a millstone, constantly grinding the souls in the roster.

The spirit in the roster let out a howling roar of pain.

Zheng Xian stepped into the gate of the shrine, and the gate of the shrine closed with a thud. The two knockers on the gate were ghost heads. They were called the guards on the left and the guards on the right. It was useless, kicked up, the door shattered, and the two ghosts flew out backwards.

Zheng Xian took another step, and arrived at the side of the altar. The altar was made of white porcelain, with patterns of the sunrise and the east depicted on it. Not to mention the content of the altar itself, this artist alone is quite rare.

Zheng Xian reached out to grab the altar.

The altar has a flash of spiritual light, repelling Zheng Xian's hand, this altar is the emperor's treasure, naturally Zheng Xian will not be allowed to grab it.

Zheng Xian's outstretched palm bounced back as if being shocked by electricity.

After Zheng Xian was surprised, he released the magic mirror of the marsh. The magic mirror of the marsh was refining the Yata mirror with all its strength at this time, but it didn't matter if it stopped temporarily, because Zheng Xian destroyed the yin and yang balance of the Yata mirror and was polluted by the swamp. It is no longer destructive, and the rest is slowly refined.

Zheng Xian spent a lot of money, leading 50 vitality capsules and throwing them into the magic mirror of the swamp. The power of the magic mirror of the swamp suddenly increased, and tens of thousands of hands stretched out from inside to grab the altar.

The altar obviously felt threatened, and the gods and spirits who had been soaring into the sky suddenly turned around and rushed towards Zheng Xian.

Each of these spirits and ghosts was a soldier of the emperor when they were alive. They were full of sins and killed countless lives. Most of them have become ghosts.

Different from ordinary spirits whose ultimate goal is to cultivate the spirit body, these spirits are sacrificed to become soldiers. The purpose is not to make them immortal or holy, but to exert the greatest lethality, so their goal is not the spirit body , but a ghost body, refined into a ghost, and the extremely dark environment created by the eight-foot Qiongquyu will complement each other and exert the most powerful power.

These souls are extremely yin bodies, after targeting Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian felt cold all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

This is extremely cold air, neither frost nor frost, but it can penetrate into human bones and freeze people stiff, and this freezing force is poisonous. Afterwards, it turns into an ice sculpture. Once it becomes an ice sculpture, it can be broken with a snap of a finger, and it can be broken into powder, and there is no medicine to save it.

The yang in Zheng Xian's mind was like a string being plucked, trembling suddenly, the chill was dispelled in an instant, and the yang in his mind was designed to break through these evils.

This is just a prelude, those billowing ghosts rushed toward us like old crows coming out of their nests, covering the sky and covering the earth.

At this time, the nine toads in the nest in Zheng Xian's mind are about to move and make noise. These ghosts are their best food.