Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"boom!"

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Suddenly, a loud noise resounded through the heavens and the earth from behind the fire wall, and the fire wall that was secretly guarded in front of everyone burst open.

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The swaying flames were spectacular.

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"Wow!"

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The bursting wall of fire attacked the surroundings like a firework spike, and the flame instantly ignited a spark of fire on the ground.

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Although everyone avoided it far away, they were almost hit by the blasting debris.

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The dry grass in late autumn and early winter burst into flames instantly, and the flames rushed forward wave after wave as if breathing in the hot wind.

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But no one was frightened by this flaming scene, some were just excited and ecstatic, they raised their arms and shouted before they could share the joy from each other's eyes.

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"Come on!"

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"Master didn't lie to us!"

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"I'm disrespectful, I'm disrespectful." The believer wailed while fanning his mouth, but there was a flame burning in his eyes.

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The believers trembled with excitement, how much despair, how much hope and worship rebounded.

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In the thick smoke and dazzling flames, the appearance of the monk is looming.

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gold.

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The golden Buddha light rose into the sky and completely enveloped the monk's body. The one standing in the distance was no longer a monk, but a Buddha from heaven.

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This is not an illusion, there is a ghost image of King Ming in the golden light behind the monk.

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This statue of King Lifo Ming with his eyes closed and his face serious, has been completely integrated with the monk.

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The golden Buddha light not only spreads out of the body, but also penetrates into the flesh and blood of the monk. The weak skin of a mortal can't stop even a stone with a slightly sharper edge, but the monk's skin at this time is like brass metal. What he did, reflecting the scorching light, the whole person was like a statue of Buddha.

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The monk grabbed Takeo Moribu's arm, his eyes glowing with dull light: "Takeo Moribe, this is the path you chose?"

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"You... are extraordinary." Feeling the huge grip on his arm, and looking at the golden man in front of him, every syllable that Takeo Mori said seemed to pop out of his teeth, "It's really cunning. "

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Having to feign death to become extraordinary caught himself by surprise, this seems to be a loyal monk full of bad water.

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Takeo Moribe felt that his shock just now was deceived.

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"Yes or no, I am all me, and you."

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The statue of King Ming behind the monk suddenly waved his big hand, and the giant palm in the sky slammed towards Takeo Moribu.

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"Fire escape..." Takeo Moribe's broken arm was raging with flames, and the same mimetic fist responded not to be outdone.

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There was a loud bang, and the ground beneath them cracked violently.

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The shattered ground rises in rows and rows, forcibly transforming the surface to create a stone forest, and the two of them are the center of the shattered stone forest.

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"Bang!"

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With a loud bang, Takeo Moribe's Flame Fist exploded in the air, and even his right arm with flames also cracked. A fourth-level fire escape could compare to a fifth-level immortal talent.

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One shot down!

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Moribu's eyes widened, not expecting such a result.

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But after defeating Moribu's fist, the giant palm of the statue of King Ming still did not stop, pushing forward in the light of the Buddha's light.

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"Creak!"

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The giant hand of the statue of King Jin Guangming holds Takeo Moribu's head. The height of this statue is ten meters, and the palm is even more astonishingly large.

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At the moment when the statue of King Ming appeared, the followers in the distance were already kneeling on the ground.

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"The Buddha has appeared."

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"Amitabha Amitabha."

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Although Buddhism is almost extinct in the mainland, it still has a huge market in East Asia and Southeast Asia.

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They proclaimed the Buddha's name like a repeater. It was nothing more than Amitabha Buddha. Bodhisattva was above, and they were not professional monks. How could they recite long Buddhist scriptures.

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When Abe came back to life, he did not see it wrong. Behind the monk was the blessing of the Buddha, shining with golden light.

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Great monk, great monk.

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The Master had to say that he was not an extraordinary Buddhist, but an ordinary monk. Fortunately, none of them believed the Master's obviously self-effacing words.

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Thinking of the various rumors that the master gave alms in Tokyo, the emotional servants in the crowd couldn't help but their eyes were wet: "This is the real monk who has attained the Tao."

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The Buddha has compassion and equality throughout his life, but there is also a time when the vajra eyes are angry!

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"The mind is like a painter, painting all kinds of five yin, in all worlds, it is impossible not to be artificial."

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The King Ming Statue threw a punch again, hitting Shoubu's abdomen heavily.

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"Boom!"

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Brilliant golden light exploded from behind Shoubu, and the heaven and earth roared.

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In other words, the extraordinary physique is different from ordinary people, otherwise the weak body will be pierced in an instant.

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"Roar!"

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There were flames gathering behind Moribu, and the wave-like flames swept the heaven and earth, condensed into a huge dragon head, even the statue of King Ming looked petite in front of this dragon head.

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In the official propaganda film of Takeo Moribe, the ferocious flame dragon appeared more than once or twice.

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When the giant dragon roars and attacks, it is enough to produce the power to destroy the world!

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But the monk still just firmly waved his fist.

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"Boom!"

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A punch hit the abdomen, and the dragon head in the sky instantly dissipated with a wailing cry.

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"Pfft!"

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Takeo Moribu vomited blood, and his body was hunched like a prawn.

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A punch shatters the extraordinary.

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The people kneeling in the back were dumbfounded. The battle between the monk and Takeo Moribe was different from what they had imagined.

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There is not too much light pollution, there is no confrontation, and there is no shame to call out the name of the move.

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The monk is like a monk who knocks wooden fish in a temple, and King Ming is like punching Takeo Moribe with one punch after another.

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Like a farmer chopping wood in the mountains, his unpretentious attack is shocking.

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This is the embodiment of the absolute suppression of strength. I will only punch you if you change thousands of times.

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There were only golden Buddha statues and waving fists left in the heaven and earth. The fist attack speed was not fast, but every punch was strong and powerful.

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Takeo Moribe, whose head was pinched, struggled to resist at first, but after three punches, he lost his activity and swayed like a rag doll in the fist of the statue of Ming Wang.

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"Huchihuchi."

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The helicopter in the sky was pulled up high, but it did not dare to move away. It was the eyes of the government, and there was no way to walk away. Fortunately, the Buddhist extraordinary on the ground had no idea of ​​attacking them.

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Watching Takeo Moribe ~www.readwn.com~ who was easily defeated, the helicopter crew members were speechless in shock, which was different from what they had imagined.

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Tokyo's upper echelons had already turned their attention to the mainland of Mishu, using the ultimate weapon to bombard the city, the most important event in the world at the same time, but the sudden change of Miura Peninsula was beyond everyone's expectations.

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It's not a small fire, it's a big fire, it's an emergency.

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"This...how is it possible...it turns out to be really extraordinary!"

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"Moribe Takeo was defeated with one move?"

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"Buddhism is extraordinary! Behind him is the statue of King Ming."

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"Hi..."

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Takeo Moribe, who has been placed high hopes by the government and has lived up to his mission many times, was defeated so easily.

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Looking at the statue of King Jin Guangming behind the monk, the upper classes in Tokyo, who were more or less superstitious, began to tremble in their calves. Many of them enshrined different deity Buddhas in their homes.