The transparent disc with a white glimmer shines quickly and turns back into the mirror. This painting in Wakayama Prefecture comes back to life again.

Yuan Qingsu covered her big sleeves and put away the mirror.

"Where is the person?!" The man wearing a white tiger mask looked at the place where Yuan Qingsu disappeared.

"Is it the Shikotsu Golden Dragon?" Xuanwu said in confusion.

"No!" Qinglong said calmly and looked around, "The ability of Shikotsu Golden Dragon is confinement, and our thinking has not stopped."

"Can he make the monster smaller, will he make himself smaller?" Among the people wearing various masks behind him, a person with a zebra crossing mask couldn't help but guess.

"No matter what, beware!" Qinglong said in a deep voice, "With Yuan Qingsu's character, it is impossible to escape, and it is even more impossible to let us go!"

Everyone took a deep breath, and before they could calm down completely, they saw Yuan Qingsu slowly falling from the sky.

"What curse was just now? It was from the wanye crown? Or did you create it yourself?" Qinglong held a sickle in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, a weapon called the lock sickle.

Yuan Qingsu came back from her contemplation and glanced at them.

"Kneel down and confess my guilt, I can give you one last chance." He said lightly.

His eyes were cold, like the moonlight sprinkled on the snow, or like a ruthless god looking at them through these eyes.

"Since we have come here, we already know our destiny." The White Tiger Mask was not afraid at all, but became excited, and a bloodthirsty and fierce aura came from him.

"So are you?" Yuan Qingsu looked at the Suzaku Mask.

Suzaku mask is silent.

"Kill!" Baihu held a long stick and hit him with a stick.

When the long stick came from front to behind him, passing over his head, the sea of ​​clouds surging in the sky was torn a hole like a tissue.

Facing this as if it was about to fight the sky, Yuan Qingsu opened his right hand.

With a "bang", the air between the two was violently turbulent.

The air waves rolled in all directions, and the rocks were shaken down.

The moment when he caught the long stick with his right hand, Yuan Qingsu had already poked out his left hand and pinched the neck of Baihu who was in horror...

"Crack." The neck was twisted.

He shook his hand and threw the white tiger's body into the mountains. The master who could tear the clouds apart, fell to the ground, causing no dust to stir up.

Only then did the others come to their senses, and the White Tiger, among the four strongest people, was actually dead!

Even though they knew they would die, everyone was still cold.

"Don't act rashly. His own strength is much stronger than we expected!" Xuanwu is not like Xuanwu, but rather like an eagle facing a strong enemy, with hair standing up.

Everyone did not dare to come forward rashly and put on a good attitude.

With a cry, the huge Vermilion Bird was summoned again.

The heat waves rolled, and the four fields turned dark red for a moment, and the trees on the mountain began to burn like candles.

In the heat, Qinglong winked at the Qingyu of Yuan.

The Vermilion Bird raised his neck and screamed, swept across his wings, and the purple flames rushed in the sky like huge waves.

The tops of several nearby mountains quickly turned red and turned into bright red magma.

The huge wave of flames rushed towards Yuan Qingsu, trying to swallow him and rush into the abyss of death!

At the same time, Qinglong and Xuanwu, combined with dozens of other people, launched the torrent of spells again.

The sound of whimpering wind, the sound of waves of fire, the sound of waterfall-like torrents, and the wonderful flute that controls the Suzaku.

Among these sounds, Yuan Qingsu held his left hand behind him, and his right hand was facing the Xiangye Guan on the top of his head, and he bent his fingers and played it.

"Ding" is obviously a wooden tool, but after it was shot, the bay leaf crown made a metal sound.

The huge wave of flames turned around and rushed towards the torrent of spells.

"Boom!" The two collided.

On the left is the colorful rainbow waves, and on the right are the dark red and purple fire waves, which collided together to form a rainbow barrier and a firework barrier, bursting wildly and rolling.

"What's going on?"

"Geniusa!"

Qinglong and others shouted that even if they were not hit by the tide of fire, just the air waves were hit from afar, which made them breathe poorly, and their hair and sleeves began to burn.

At this moment, the rainbow waves and the sea of ​​fire finally exploded.

The loud noise immediately made everyone deaf, and only Yuan Qingsu heard the complete explosion.

A tornado formed between the fire waves, wrapped in the rainbow and fire waves.

The sky was dyed like a piece of red iron.

Except for Qinglong, Xuanwu, and Zhuque, everyone was beaten by the air waves and somersaulted in the air and vomited blood.

"Yuan Qingyu, what are you doing!" Xuanwu roared in his chest.

Yuan Qingyu, wearing the Suzaku mask, looked at Yuan Qingsu, who was intact in the aftermath of the fire wave.

"What did you do?" he said in horror.

"There are more than one way to control the Suzaku. The power of the Suzaku is not only so." Yuan Qingsu bent his fingers and played at Xiangyeguan again.

Accompanied by the sound of metal, the Vermilion Bird's long "Wow" sounded, and flames oozed out between the feathers, like a self-immolation.

In a blink of an eye, the Vermilion Bird lost its entity, and every feather was red flame.

The body size also grew bigger, from one hundred meters at the beginning to five hundred meters, one thousand meters, and finally stopped at three thousand meters.

A complete red monster.

"So that's how it is." Yuan Qingyu took off his mask, his face pale and empty.

"What the hell is wrong?" Looking at the giant bird that looked like a rolling red cloud, even the Qinglong, who was not afraid of death, fell into horror.

Yuan Qingyu laughed a few times and said, "The Vermilion Bird comes from China, and the Fragrant Leaf Guan is the supreme artifact of China. What is the Vermilion Bird Flute, hahaha!"

He laughed like crazy and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood left his body-protecting power and evaporated into red mist in the air.

Qinglong ignored him anymore, knowing that he had forced himself to grasp the side effects of Zhuque in advance.

Yuan Qingsu, who stood in the air, ordered coldly to Zhuque: "Kill them."

With a long and distant sound, everyone was stunned for a while before they realized that this was the real cry of the Suzaku.

After a second or two, the sky began to fall into the lit meteor.

Sang Shan, wearing a raccoon cat mask, remembered that at the cool ceremony, Yuan Qingyu failed to summon Suzaku, and Suzaku once waved a meteor.

Now every meteor in the sky is ten times larger than that at that time.

Before it fell, it had already roasted him red and his skin was tingling.

Getting closer, through the outer layer of flames, he discovered that the truth of these meteors was a feather.

The next second after knowing the truth, he was burned to charcoal.

When the meteor shower ended, a huge lava pit appeared in the middle of the mountains, and the huge pit soon filled the pool of orange-red magma.

The mountains in the distance were also burned and turned into a fire blanket.

The lakes and streams in the mountains were evaporated, and clusters of snow-white steam rose high in trees.

After one attack, the red monster also lost its power and shrank rapidly, unable to maintain even a hundred meters, becoming a Suzaku with wings spreading about four meters.

Yuan Qingsu looked at the Suzaku flute slowly dissolved in the fire and fell on Suzaku.

The power of Suzaku was consumed, but he could unseal the seal. He was in a very comfortable mood and roared happily and flew towards Tokyo.

Yuan Qingsu went directly to the Congress Hall.

Without waiting for anyone to report, he walked directly into the office of the Dayu Office.

When Dayu was reviewing the documents, he saw him, and waved to the secretary who pretended to be blocking him.

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief and left the office and closed the door.

"I thought you would wait for me to cause trouble for Taige first." Yuan Qingsu said.

Dayushu put down his pen, stood up, and walked around the heavy desk.

"You are much more dangerous than Taige." He sighed, sat down on the sofa, pointed to the opposite side, and signaled that Yuan Qingsu also sat down.

"I should be the one who was unexpected, and I thought I could kill you." The Omiya said while pouring tea for the two of them, "I never thought that the Lord of Kyoto would give you Yata Mirror in advance."

"From your perspective, I can't imagine giving a magic weapon to people." Yuan Qingsu mocked.

After pouring the tea, the Dayushu leaned back, placed his right leg on his seat, closed his hands on his right leg, and looked at Yuan Qingsu with his calm eyes.

"Sometimes I really envy you. You can get everything without giving anything." He said, "An ordinary person like me, even if he gives everything, can't get what he wants."

"Everything? Didn't it still retain its greed for power and power? That's everything for you."
To be continued...