Mu Qianqian smiled.

The innocent child is not as innocent as a child on his face, but more of a feeling and gentleness that is inconsistent with the age of this child's skin.

But soon, this gentleness faded away and turned into sharp, ruthless, and indifferent.

The Gu beast beneath her whine, and instantly turned into blood and merged with the rain curtain.

She stepped on the rain, walking step by step towards Zhao Wujiang as if walking on the flat ground.

Outside the broken walls on the north side of Kyoto, a large group of people from the grassland royal court were approaching, with four people, two men and two women, two kings of the grassland and two high priests.

In the arms of one of the grassland kings, a furry and milky puppy was lying on his face. The puppy looked majestic and complicated. He glanced at the flying god Mu Qianqian, and looked at him without any notice, and was still indifferent.

Zhao Wujiang.

The clouds surging above the sky became more and more violent.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds changed into a human face, almost occupying the entire sky that was reaching, and the human face looked down at the world indifferently.

Mu Qianqian stopped ten feet away from Zhao Wujiang, her eyes were cold and fierce, and she stared at the human face in the sky.

The human face changed, and the mouth of clouds opened, the sea of ​​clouds approached Zhao Wujiang, whistling, and the cold wind roared.

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

The sea of ​​clouds surging and disappeared immediately.

A middle-aged man appeared on the broken wall dozens of feet ahead of Zhao Wujiang.

He was wearing a jade-white robe, with a handsome face like a crown, a smile on his eyes, a tall crown on his head, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, constantly tugging.

Zhao Wujiang knew that this was the clay Buddha.

It is far from the clay Buddha he imagined.

In his imagination, the clay Buddha should be an old man who is about to run out of oil and will die soon.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

When the clay Buddha looked at it, if he did not feel the breath, just looking at his appearance, he would give people the feeling that he was a gentle young man from a family who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name, and was benevolent and righteous.

Behind Zhao Wujiang, a black mist suddenly appeared, and a figure quietly condensed. He was wearing a wide black robe, with very long sleeves and a huge hat. He could not see his hands clearly or his face clearly.

As soon as this black fog figure appeared, Zhao Wujiang's powerful aura shook, and the black fog figure flew away and appeared dozens of feet behind Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang had felt a little bit of the breath of the black fog figure in many people in Japan. If nothing unexpected happens, this figure hidden under the black fog and the wide black robe should be the ghost and god in the mouth of the God Suanzi.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the grassland royal court with a contempt. Gu Han and Linlang in the jade tent, a man and a woman in the golden tent should be the king and the high priest, and a little white dog in the arms of the king of the golden tent. This little white dog should be

It's the wolf god.

The girl not far from his right, wearing colorful clothes and embroidered shoes and wearing small braids. When she came, she rode a gu beast and eagle. She should be the Gu God of Miaojiang.

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

The expression of the clay Bodhisattva was indifferent, the eyes of the Gu God were cold, the expression of the wolf God was a bit complicated, and the ghosts and gods could not see their faces clearly, but their momentum was ready to go.

Zhao Wujiang was not at all panic or afraid. He just took off the wine gourd at his waist, opened the wine plug and drank it on his own, and his eyes gradually looked at everyone:

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

"I am enough to deal with you." The clay Buddha who kept fiddling with Buddhist beads in his hand spoke lightly, and then smiled strangely:

"But I don't need to take action against you."

A long sword broke through the air and penetrated obliquely into the rubble of beams beside Zhao Wujiang, and the sword body trembled and buzzed.

The vast sword energy flew from the sky, and an old man condensed beside Zhao Wujiang, with a coarse linen and awe-inspiring.

The old man pulled out his long sword, stood beside Zhao Wujiang, pointed at the mud Buddha diagonally, and spoke coldly:
Chapter completed!