Maoshan Ghost King

Ge Tianming heard that his breathing began to become heavier and his teeth creaked.

He didn't expect that the culprit who caused a tragedy was himself.

If it weren't for getting up that night and meeting Taro Miyamoto, it might be another situation.

Ge Tianming did not respond, and Miyamoto Taro continued: "Actually, when you appeared at Kasuga Taisha, I knew that the person from Nakagawa Takesuke was you. At that time, I wanted to kill you. I want you to grow up and pose a threat to me, but there is another intention... I still feel a little guilty about what happened that year. After all, your father Ge Yun treats me not badly and always regards me as a good friend. But I really want to get the book of your Ge family. It is of no use to stay in your Ge family. For dozens of generations, there is no one who has broken through the fairyland. The highest is nothing but Earth Immortal, so good. Things must be handed over to the right people, such as me, you see... Am I the one who deserves this book the most? Your ancestors are really pedantic, and you have left such a supreme secret method. ."

"Ge Tianming, until now, I can still judge your life and death. In my eyes, you are all ants. Now I can give you a chance to survive, but the Chinese people you brought, I have to die! I am the sage, the sage of the Great Japanese Empire, and I will never allow the Chinese practitioners to show off on the ground in Japan, and I am still in such a sacred place as the Yasukuni Shrine!"

"Don't be too nonsense! Grandpa sent you on the road!" Li Zejian stood up first, and the divine sword hovering above his head flew straight towards Taro Miyamoto like an electric shot.

The Excalibur chased the soul with a crisp sound, and the speed was very fast, and it came to Miyamoto Taro's side in the blink of an eye, but stopped less than three centimeters away from Miyamoto Taro's eyes.

The Excalibur Soulchaser trembled continuously, Li Zejian's face flushed, and Mou had enough strength, the Excalibur Soulchaser could not move any further.

Regarding that horrible Excalibur Soul Chasing, China’s few flying swords, Taro Miyamoto said dismissively: "The sword is a good sword, but it's a bit too wasteful."

Then, without seeing Taro Miyamoto's movements, he just made a cold snort in his nose, and the Excalibur Soul Chaser flew upside down towards Li Zejian with a more terrifying force.

This power is dozens of times more horrible than Li Zejian's attacks.

That speed really seems to be popular.

Li Zejian was stunned there, without a chance to dodge.

Seeing that the will be pierced on Li Zejian's body, the purple golden bowl stepped into the air, blocked in front of Li Zejian, and made a very harsh sound, the purple golden bowl was flew by the **** chasing soul. Going far, far away, he directly ran into the isolation circle arranged by Li Banxian.

The entire space trembled violently, feeling that the magic circle was going to be shattered.

Nima, what a terrifying force is this.

Monk Hua flashed himself in front of Li Zejian with a solemn expression.

The cold sweat on Li Zejian's body suddenly appeared, and at that moment, it really felt like he was going to die.

Monk Hua stretched out his hand and greeted the purple golden bowl again, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Amitabha Buddha, even though he is a god, he is also a devil. The poor monk advises you to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!" ​​The monk Hua sang the Buddha's name, his face was solemn.

"You big monk has something to say, is it reincarnated?" Miyamoto Taro looked at the old flower road.

Monk Hua did not speak, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to recite the scriptures in his mouth: "The Bodhisattva of Comprehension and Freedom, who walks deep in Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all sufferings, relics, and **** Different emptiness, emptiness does not have different colors, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, perception and perception are the same.

With the sound of Monk Hua chanting the scriptures, a golden halo began to flash around his body.

The sound was very small at first. As the monk Hua continued to chant, the sound became louder and louder. At first, he was chanting the scriptures by himself, then it seemed like a dozen people chanted, and then more than a hundred. A... tens of thousands, the sound of magnificent and solemn chanting of Buddhist scriptures floated over the entire Yasukuni sacred toilet.

Everyone was refreshed, feeling detached and fearless of life and death.

However, the function of the scriptures of the Huaxia monk played a certain blessing role on the practitioners of Huaxia, not only to make their xinxing stronger, but also to improve their cultivation.

But it is another feeling that acts on the people of Miyamoto Taro and Ishikimi Hachimangu.

The sound of Monk Hua reciting the scriptures made them irritable and confused. Some people with low cultivation base felt at a loss for their hands and feet, and their hands and feet chilled.

It was Taro Miyamoto who heard the sound of Monk Han chanting the scriptures, and his heart became a little irritable, and his brows frowned.

Obviously he was disgusted with chanting scriptures.

The method used by Monk Hua was the sect of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty, and it was so powerful that he hadn't seen him use such advanced methods for a long time.

This method boosted the morale of the practitioners on Huaxia's side. The Xingtang elder narrowed his eyes and directed the old ways of the Xingtang: "Come with me!"

The Xingtang elder basically didn't do anything just now, but now he also drew the magic sword out and went straight to the Miyamoto Taro.

More than a dozen ascetic monks had long been unable to bear it, and with the Xingtang elder's greeting, they rushed over again.

Taro Miyamoto stood still, his tattered clothes fluttering in the wind, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Zhong Jinliang is inviting Zhong Kui's ancestor's spiritual consciousness upper body, Bai Zhan is urging the fire essence red dragon sword.

The couple’s two swords were dispatched at the same time a month ago, and the two of them joined forces and were the most powerful.

Over there, Zhang Yihan had already jumped onto the roof, intending to spur the Fumo sword formation.

Ge Yu was still performing that mysterious **** fighting technique under the devilish energy that urged the ancient demon head.

It doesn't work to urge the devilish energy. At this moment, I can only rely on the ability to invite the most powerful figure of the Xuanmen Sect to come over, and maybe be able to fight with the immortals for a while.

Everyone is sparing no effort to try to release big moves.

The dozen ascetic monks approached quickly, and two of them were within ten meters of Taro Miyamoto. When the magic sword in their hands was about to be swung out, Taro Miyamoto shot again and gently raised his hand. Then he waved a palm wind, the palm wind was like a knife, devastating, Bai Zhan saw this scene, and his whole body trembled in shock.

My god, chasing the wind as a sword, the white Maitreya used this trick back then, but the white Maitreya who used this trick was just a clone back then.