Mu Qianqian smiled.

There is no innocence of a child on the small face, but a touch of emotion and gentleness that is inconsistent with the age of this child's skin.

But soon, this gentleness faded away and turned into sharpness, ruthlessness, and indifference.

The Gu beast under her screamed and turned into blood in an instant, blending with the rain curtain.

She walked step by step towards Zhao Wujiang as if she were walking on flat ground in the rain.

Outside the ruins on the north side of Kyoto, there was a large group of people from the grassland royal court approaching, led by four people, two men and two women, two kings of the grassland and two high priests.

In the arms of one of the prairie kings, there lay a fluffy and milky-white puppy. The puppy's eyes were majestic and complex. It glanced at the flying Gu God Mu Qianqian, and then looked at Mu Qianqian, who seemed not to notice at all and remained indifferent.

Zhao Wujiang.

The clouds above the sky are rolling more and more violently.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds transformed into a human face, occupying almost the entire sky as far as the eye could see. The human face looked down at the world indifferently.

Mu Qianqian stopped ten feet away from Zhao Wujiang, with cold and fierce eyes, staring at the face in the sky.

The face of the person changed, the big mouth of clouds opened, the sea of ​​clouds approached Zhao Wujiang, howling, and the dark wind roared.

Zhao Wujiang grabbed the rain curtain beside him with his left hand, grabbed a three-foot green sword out of thin air, and stabbed it towards the sea of ​​clouds. The sword energy surged to the sky, overwhelming the world.

The sea of ​​clouds surged and disappeared immediately.

The figure of a middle-aged man appeared on the ruins of a broken wall more than ten feet in front of Zhao Wujiang.

Wearing a jade-white robe, his face is as handsome as a crown jade, his eyes are indifferent and smiling, he wears a high crown on his head, and holds a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, which he keeps moving.

Zhao Wujiang knew that this was the Clay Bodhisattva.

It was far different from the clay Bodhisattva he imagined.

In his imagination, the Clay Bodhisattva should be an old man whose oil is about to run out and his life is not long.

Now it seems that is not the case.

When you look at the Clay Bodhisattva, if you don't feel the breath and just look at the appearance, you will feel that he is a gentle and gentle son of a noble family who eats fast and chants Buddha's name, and has benevolence and righteousness in his heart.

Behind Zhao Wujiang, a black mist suddenly appeared, and a figure quietly condensed. He was wearing a large black robe with extremely long sleeves and a huge hat. He couldn't see his hands or face clearly.

As soon as this black mist figure appeared, Zhao Wujiang's powerful aura was shaken, and the black mist figure flew past Zhao Wujiang and appeared ten feet behind Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang had experienced the aura of the figure in the black mist from many people in the Japanese country. Not surprisingly, the figure hidden under the black mist and the wide black robe should be the ghost and god mentioned by the fortune teller.

Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways at the royal court on the grassland. Gu Han and Linlang in the jade tent, the man and the woman in the golden tent should also be the king and the high priest, and the little white dog in the arms of the king in the golden tent. This little white dog should be

It's the wolf god.

The girl not far to his right was wearing colorful clothes, embroidered shoes, and pigtails. She was flying on an eagle, a Gu beast, and she should be the Gu god of Miao territory.

Now, he, Zhao Wujiang, was surrounded by four so-called gods.

The look of the Clay Bodhisattva is indifferent, the Gu God's eyes are cold, the Wolf God's expression is a bit complicated, the ghosts and gods can't see clearly their faces, but their momentum is ready to go.

Zhao Wujiang did not panic at all, nor was he afraid at all. He just took off the wine gourd from his waist, opened the cork and took a sip by himself. His eyes gradually became stern as he looked around at everyone:

"Are you going up one by one, or together?"

"I am enough to deal with you." The Clay Bodhisattva, who was constantly playing with the beads in his hand, said calmly, and then smiled strangely:

"But to deal with you, I don't need to take action."

A long sword broke through the air and plunged diagonally into the beams and rubble beside Zhao Wujiang. The sword trembled and buzzed.

The vast sword energy flew from the sky, and the figure of an old man condensed next to Zhao Wujiang, dressed in coarse linen and with an aura as powerful as the abyss.

The old man pulled out his long sword, stood beside Zhao Wujiang, pointed at the Clay Bodhisattva diagonally, and said coldly:
Chapter completed!