I Raised a God in Tokyo

But instead of stepping back, no one stepped forward.

Arms tightly linked, desperately draining the last drop of mana in his body, he gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

After all, behind him is Tokyo.

There is no room for retreat!

And all the big monsters rushed into the shadows the moment the ghost appeared.

Although they don't know what happened, they can see that the ghost power in these ghost bodies is unprecedentedly powerful.

It is tens or even a hundred times that of the previous ghosts.

It is absolutely impossible to defend blindly!

We must find a way to kill these ghosts!

And on the scene, with this kind of strength, those who can effectively kill these ghosts

Only these big monsters are left!

Among the ghostly shadows, the long tail behind Lord Amakusa burst into flames, turning into an extremely huge whip of fire.

The fire whip swung suddenly, cutting all the ghosts in front of him, including the Buddhist hall of the temple, in half.

Afterwards, purple-red flames quietly burned at the cut.

It wasn't until the ghosts were burned that they floated back to the Lord of Amakusa.

As for the other big monsters, although they don't have the anti-group spells that are as effective as Lord Amakusa, when facing these ghosts one-on-one, even the weakest nine-tailed cat monster can easily win.

Although the speed at which the big monsters eliminated the ghosts was already very fast.

But the speed at which the ghost emerges from the crack is even faster.

When one was killed, there were already five, six, or even more ghosts coming out from all angles.

It seems endless.

Relying on constant consumption, the ghosts gradually surrounded the big monsters and forced them back into the corner of the temple.

If it is worse, it will be forced out of the shadows.

If it goes on like this, no!

Lord Amakusa's eyes flickered.

The long tail swelled suddenly, and then it shook forward, and the huge monster power formed a shock wave that directly scattered the ghosts in front of it.

It stared closely at the pitch-black cracks that squirmed like nematodes all over Leiming Temple.

These cracks are the key!

We must find a way to destroy these cracks!

But its attacks just now all passed through these cracks, and it couldn't be touched at all!

As if these cracks, in this world, do not exist at all

How can it be destroyed?

Immediately afterwards, the Lord of Amakusa flew towards the ghost with a tail fan, reaching out to attack the ghost, thinking anxiously.

Suddenly, there was a cold voice, with a noble and irresistible majesty, echoing in the shadows.

"Wait, back away quickly."

"The rest is up to me."

"Are you?" Hearing this voice, Lord Amakusa asked subconsciously.

"I am Amaterasu, and I was asked by Priest Shiraki to guard this place." Amaterasu said simply and clearly.

Amaterasu Omiya?

Hearing this name, Lord Amakusa almost twitched his tail.

Priest Baimu, when did you catch up with such a god?

But before it could react, Amaterasu Omisami had already made a move.

A scarlet-golden spear emerged from inside the crack.

In an instant, the spear stabbed out without a sound.

It moved like a sharp golden needle, directly piercing the wide crack.

The tyrannical divine power, mixed with the divine thoughts of Amaterasu Omisami, turned into a shining red gold thread, sewing the two sides together.

At the same time, more spears appeared, aiming at cracks everywhere.

In an instant, the cracks in the Yellow Spring of the entire Leiming Temple were reduced by [-]% in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Lord Amakusa and other monsters no longer hesitated, and quickly exited the shadows after saluting respectfully.

Go to help everyone in Tokyo and suppress the spread of ghost energy.

Among the Yellow Springs.

Sensing the abnormality of the crack in the outer underworld, Izanami frowned slightly, with a look of disdain on her face.

"My daughter whom I have never met, do you think you can resist the revenge from Huang Quan?"

"It's naive."

She turned around and waved again towards where the crack was.

With this wave, large swaths of Huangquan Qi were rolled up and poured into the crack like a hurricane.

The slit that had just been sutured was torn apart again, like a wound that had been stitched open after surgery.

Not only was the gap bigger, but even the spirit sucked into the gap became more violent.

After doing all this, Izanami snorted coldly and turned around again.

Looking at Bai Mujun who was still looking at the wine glass in his hand seriously, his tone was a little dissatisfied.

"Human beings are just drinking a glass of wine. As for thinking for so long?"

Speaking of this, she raised her chin slightly and said coldly.

"However, although you can continue to think about it, there is always no shortage of time in Huangquan."

"I just don't know how long you can last in Tokyo?"

Hearing Izanami's threatening words, Shiraki Juncai withdrew his gaze, raised his head and smiled.

"Since that's the case, then I will be impolite."

"This gift of Izanami's life, I accept it."

He then lightly clenched his palms.

The wine cup in his hand suddenly turned into a strong aura of the underworld again, lingering around him.

In the next moment, all the Qi of the Underworld sank into his skin.

Immediately following the internal circulation, they quickly gathered to a position three centimeters below the navel.

There is the place where the seventh Fahai is.

The moment the Qi of the Underworld entered, Bai Mujun felt that familiar feeling.

That is the feeling of being consecrated.

Bai Mujun was overjoyed.

Sure enough, what is needed for the seventh Fahai consecration is the Qi of the Underworld!

Looking at Bai Mujun surrounded by the spirit of the underworld, a look of astonishment flashed across Izanami's plain face.

As the main god of Huangquan, of course she could sense it.

There was a breath of hell, resolutely broke free from her control, and went into the body of the priest in front of her!

Although to her, this spirit of hell is just a tiny trace

But her strength has indeed been weakened!

Huang Quan betrayed himself?

What the hell did this human being do!

But Bai Mujun didn't have time to care about Izanami's expression.

At this moment, he has opened the perspective angle.

Looking at the Qi of the Underworld in his body, he sank into the Fahai with the same goal.

And as the Qi of the Underworld entered, the originally gloomy Seventh Fahai

Finally, the first ray of consecration power appeared.

However, it's just a wisp.

If we talk about the progress of the consecration, it is only one in a billion.

It seems that this cup alone is not enough.

Thinking of this, Bai Mujun raised his head slightly, and looked at the ghostly expression on his face.

No, it was Izanami who saw the priest's expression and spread her palms.

asked sincerely.

"Izanami, is there any more of this?"

Chapter 190 The Second Usage of Huangquan

Are there any more?

what else?

Izanami stared dumbfounded at Bai Mujun's outstretched palm, the corners of her eyes twitched faintly.

Even the Qi of Huangquan nearby began to tremble.

She was extremely confused.