"Boil."

Hearing Miraki Kei's words, Kitahara Nanfeng replied perfunctorily, then turned to look at Mio and asked, "By the way, what is the Kamakura Shogunate?"

"Brother Yes, are you kidding?"

"Um."

Mio Natsume: "…"

Milou Kei seemed to find it interesting and laughed out loud. He waved his hand and stopped disturbing the Nanfeng of Beiyuan. He walked forward and returned to the people of Fujiki Castle.

“Where?”

Just so happened that the people from Fujiki Castle who were walking in front also stopped.

"Wait." The people of Fujiki Castle glanced at the stone statue of Yuan Lai Chao and signaled to be calm.

clatter.

The sound of crutches hitting the ground.

The only survivor of the Heishi Yuting Shrine, Yutaro Iwai, and uncle from the Sikaku, walked out from behind the stone statue.

"Um?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng heard the sound and turned his head to take a look.

Seeing that it was him, Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned and took a step forward.

The uncle of the social animal immediately took a step back and explained:

"I'm not here to cause trouble for you."

"He is the last survivor of the Hyo-Shengsan Shrine, helping to stare at the Lord of God."

Look at him so nervous.

The people of Fujiki Castle felt a little strange and explained to Kitahara Nanfeng.

"Oh, that's it."

Kitahara Nanfeng nodded when he heard the people from Fujiki Castle, and retreated to Natsume Mio and stopped talking.

The uncle from the social animal breathed a sigh of relief and came to the people of Fujimu City with a cane.

"Following this direction, about 300 meters, his emotions were quite stable, but he kept asking whether he could win." Uncle Social Animal pulled the corners of his mouth, "It seems that even a god would be resentful of his failure in his lifetime... In addition, He was holding his head and someone had called the police."

The social animal pointed to the southwest: "Then, I will forgive me for saying goodbye next."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Masato Fujiki nodded.

The uncle from the social animal looked at the north wind in Beiyuan, and finally started walking down the mountain with a crutch.

Masato Fujiki watched him leave.

Then he led Beiyuan Nanfeng and his group and began to move towards the direction pointed by the uncle from the social animal.

Didn't go much far.

Sure enough, I saw a back wearing a hunting suit.

It is the Lord of the Hirashi Yuling Shrine.

He held his head, turned his back to everyone, looked down at the ground, and didn't know what he was looking at.

Probably because he is near the edge and his behavior is strange.

He is the only one who is lonely around him.

It looks a bit weird.

Fujiki Masato stopped a few dozen meters away from Him.

Others are prepared.

The samurai who came to Hachimangu put his hands on the hilt of the knife.

The loli took his hand out of her sweatshirt pocket.

The man from the White Bear Shrine swung his fists.

The front Milou Kei and Fujiki Masato looked at each other.

He raised his right hand, wrapped his middle finger around his index finger, placed it in front of his nose, and made a seal.

"carve……"

But he just spit out a syllable.

"You said, can we win? Qingzong."

A breeze blew.

Blowed up the hair on his forehead.

The God Lord, who was just facing everyone, stood in front of the Sanlun Gui who had sealed the seal at some point.

His head leaned forward, his nose leaned against his sealed fingers, his blood-filled double pupils, looking at Sanlungui.

“…”

The two police officers and three clergymen froze in an instant.

Because no one reacted.

The Sanlun Gui is the most stressful among them.

"Gudong."

He swallowed, keeping his sealing movements, and there was no movement for a long time, and sweat slid down the tip of his nose.

Stalemate for a while.

"You said, can we win? Qingzong."

The Lord of God asked another question.

Milou Gui breathed a sudden sigh and his chest bulged.

He suppressed the fear in his heart.

Suddenly he yelled out.

"carve!"

bite.

With the Lord of God as the origin, the barrier begins to unfold.

The birds in the air, the leaves falling from the tree, and the sweat beads falling from the tip of the nose of the Sanluangui stopped instantly.

It also unfolds at the moment when the barrier unfolds.

The same moment.

The God Lord also suddenly burst out with a strong energy.

Take Him as the origin.

A wave of air formed a ring and exploded around.

He directly flew out the two police officers and three clergy closest to him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng, who was standing behind, was not spared.

Before the circular air wave hit, he stood in front of Mio Natsume, but was also blown away.

He hugged Natsume Mio, landed in the air, and rolled back a few times before he could barely stop.

"I will definitely defeat Yuan Yijing and capture Yuan Lai Chao alive... I saw him, Qingzong."

The God Lord, who was now empty in front of him, began to murmur to himself.

As His murmurs, the hunting garment, which was covered in dirty and blood, gradually became black from the hem of the garment.

He slowly raised his head, and the double pupils in his eyes began to merge with each other.

The thick black things, like oil, slowly dripped from His black hunting garment on the ground.

"Damn it (ku so)! I'm so scared!"

The Sanlungui, who was blown away, got up from the ground, as if to vent his anger in his heart, suddenly shouted loudly.

After shouting.

He stretched out his right hand.

Pull it hard on the right side of yourself.

Pull out an Ithaca 37 shotgun from the 'arm'.

Click.
To be continued...