The moment when Beiyuan Nanfeng was hugged, he was stunned.

Then he realized something until his legs were off the ground, and turned his head suddenly and was about to break free.

But before he could use his strength, he saw Mio's beautiful peach blossom eyes and was stunned again.

Immediately afterwards.

It is the feeling of the soul being torn.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's eyes turned dark, and his thoughts and thoughts were torn and changed freely with his soul.

Memories are like broken mirrors.

Memories that did not exist.

The ending of that dream came up with those broken mirror-like fragments of memory.

He is falling down.

He kept falling towards the depths of the endless darkness.

...

Inari Mountain.

One after another, Ise Shrine Omiyaji wearing pure white husbands appeared on the top of Mount Inari.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked around, then looked down at Natsume Mio who was holding her tightly, and said softly: "Sorry, Mio, I can't take you home yet, wait for me for a while."

Natsume Mio raised her head from his arms, her eyes swaying, and her delicate and beautiful face still had tears.

Kitahara Nanfeng picked her up with one hand, rubbed her chin hard on her head, and smiled.

It's almost done, too.

It's time to go to Gaotianyuan.

He is really annoyed!

What a bullshit eight million gods!

In the past two months, he has fought and honed his skills.

It's time.

Kitahara Nanfeng gently let go of Natsume Mio and looked at Omiyaji around him.

He lifted the knife slightly.

The sunset was left with only the scattered glow, which faintly reflected his outline behind him, and finally disappeared...

Bang

The scene in front of me shattered like a mirror.

The last scene in the dream is still in the sight of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

He hasn't figured out whether he is dreaming.

Immediately afterwards,

The next memory emerged again.

“…I’ve given me back and forth.”

The Kitahara Nanfeng, who came down from Inari Mountain, took Natsume Mio, and stood in front of Torii of Ise Shrine, the top of this national shrine. He raised his knife and then waved it down with force.

The sword energy was as solid as it was, and it flew across from north to west in an instant, leaving behind a gully that was dozens of meters deep.

Countless clergy turned into ashes in an instant.

Wherever the sword energy passes, everything turns into powder.

Kitahara Nanfeng covered Mio Natsume's eyes with one hand, half-entered her, preventing her from seeing her increasingly ferocious look. He held the knife and began to move forward.

Move forward step by step.

Finally, I arrived in front of the Emperor's Great God Palace.

“…Who are you?”

Prince Fushimi Miyaki Tatsuko was standing outside the only intact inner palace emperor's palace, with unconcealed hideousness and viciousness on his face, looking at the steps of Nihara Nanfeng walking towards him.

"Don't you know me? I introduced you to myself before and said 'Hello'."

Beiyuan Nanfeng kept walking and swung the blood from the long sword: "You should be very impressed by me, after all, you have caused me a lot of trouble in the past two months."

"No, you are not Beiyuan Nanfeng, you are..."

Prince Fumimi Miyaki Tatsuko Nakano looked behind Kitahara and suddenly became trembling all over.

puff

But before she could finish her words.

Nanfeng Kitahara rushed in front of her and nailed her to Torisaka in the Imperial Palace of the Inner Palace.

"Since you don't remember, I'll say it again... Hello, I'm going to chop off your ancestors."

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Prince Fumimi Miyaki, who had wide eyes and looked disbelief, slowly put away the ferocious expression on his face and said calmly.

"How dare you..."

Prince Fumimi Miyaki Tatsuko Nakay let out a few uh, and reached out to try to get to the Nanfeng of Beiyuan, but in the end he didn't meet, so he died and died with his eyes closed.

Kitahara Nanfeng pulled out his knife and threw the blood from the knife towards the temple behind Torii.

Then.

A beam of light fell on the limelight of Beiyuannan.

Rising up into the sky!

The sudden beam of light fell on his head like a pouring, covering him.

"Brother of righteousness..."

Natsume Mio cried and shouted "Nanyuan Feng".

"It's okay, come here."

Beiyuan Nanfeng stretched out his hand towards her.

Natsume Mio held it immediately.

Next second.

The beam of light disappeared.

And on the other side, the same moment.

Tianqing Seat, the center of Gaotianyuan.

A tall woman wearing a copper-yellow hair accessories on her back and leaning against eight light patterns, perfectly in line with the image of a traditional Japanese female god, lowered her head and looked in front of her.

Kitahara Nanfeng stood in front of the Tianqing seat, covering Natsume Mio's eyes, looking around the strange environment, the dense and orderly temple Torii, and countless so-called gods who were eyeing each other.

Finally, his eyes remained on the tall female god in front of him

Slowly, he let out a breath.

...

The once magnificent Gaotianyuan is now... only a piece of ruins is left. Among the ruins, countless corpses of gods were thrown into the plains randomly.

The golden and black blood mixed together, splashing everywhere, emitting a foul smell.

The north and south wind face the wind, and the rumbling thunder gradually faded away and merged into the boundless darkness.

The sun in Gaotianyuan has perished.

"Okay, it's solved."

The Kitahara Nanfeng put away his knife, and after his breathing gradually calmed down, he came to the seat of Tianqing and pulled out the tearful Mio Natsume.

Natsume Mio hugged her hard.

She was in chaos.

I don't know what happened at all.

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled, patted her thin back, and looked into the distance... It was finally over. This messy magical system and all kinds of bills that were unknowable will become history.

All the gods of Gaotian were spared. They just turned into chaotic winds. Although there was still some residual will, it was irrelevant.

Next... all I need to deal with is myself, who uses myself as a springboard, the filthy goddess who is about to descend.

...It's a pity that if your soul is complete, you may not need to do this.

But life has no if.

“…MiO.”

Kitahara Nanfeng shouted at Mio Natsume in his arms.
To be continued...