Seeing that Yang Chen looked like a ruffian, Murakami's face was solemn and he stared at Yang Chen, feeling extremely horrified in his heart.
Among Marukuni's Jiuju sect, his onmyojitsu is not the best, but it can be said to be average.
The yin and yang array just now is one of Murakami's highest level trapping arrays. It is constructed using the two yin and yang methods, and is formed with the blood of one's own heart.
In the twenty years since he became an Onmyoji until now, this Yin-Yang array has been broken many times, but this is the first time it has been broken in such an insulting way.
This was a huge insult to Murakami, and it was also his failure when he first came to China to perform his mission.
"Baganima, this is China. If you don't speak Chinese, I will shut up!"
Yang Chen listened to Murakami fart from his mouth, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "Come on, this is the first time I have seen your Marukuni Onmyoji. I heard that you are good at Xingxu Kanyu and some other Onmyoji. I thought
Let me teach you what the onmyoji of your onmyoji is really like."
"Yang Chen, you have become the number one enemy of our Chuanliu family by killing the four top masters of our Chuanliu family in Maru country."
"If you kneel down and pray devoutly to admit your mistake now, I can let you die peacefully, otherwise you will be struck by thunder!"
Murakami looked ferocious, pointed at Yang Chen and shouted angrily.
"Oh? So you can also draw thunder."
When Yang Chen heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "I don't know whether you Onmyoji masters are more powerful, or my Chinese Lei Xiao sect is more powerful."
"Are you from the Lei Xiao Sect?"
Upon hearing these three words, Murakami looked panicked.
"Afraid?"
Yang Chen hooked his fingers and raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it that what you Maru country people are best at is forcing yourself? If I don't accept it, I will commit suicide by caesarean section. If you are afraid, then perform a caesarean section and commit suicide.
, I can leave you with a whole body!"
"Asshole!"
"You, a humble Chinese Qi practitioner, dare to insult my great Onmyoji."
"Today, I will show you the power of our Onmyoji!"
Murakami looked at Yang Chen raising the international middle finger, and his face turned pale with anger. He quickly formed a seal with his hands in front of his body, and several talismans appeared in his sleeves, which were quickly attached to the surrounding areas under his feet, forming a Bagua plate.
"Thunder Fire Order!"
"Destroy!"
Murakami pointed the sword in his right hand at a spell in front of him, and the spell immediately burned.
Boom!
In an instant, the originally clear sky above Yang Chen was filled with dark clouds, and there seemed to be an oppressive feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city.
"Oh? You really know how to do it."
Yang Chen raised his head and saw the rolling black cloud coiling above his head like a black snake, gradually turning into blood red, which was quite strange.
"Kill!"
Murakami's expression was ferocious, he held the magic formula with both hands again, and the two lightning talismans on both sides rose into the sky and burned in the air.
"Boom!"
The next second, several lightning flashes flashed in the black clouds, and thunder rolled, continuously accumulating power.
"Bang!"
Just when Yang Chen was concentrating, the last spell of Murakami Well burned.
The gathered lightning fell instantly and hit a large tree with a crooked neck ten meters away.
The crooked neck tree exploded, caught fire instantly, and broke in the middle.
Then, the second and third rays of thunder and lightning were drawn down from the black clouds, and continued to approach Yang Chen.
"It seems that Onmyoji still has a few tricks up his sleeve. If he gets hit by one, even a Qi Refiner in the early stage of Qi Refining Realm will be seriously injured."
Yang Chen looked at the lightning and fire in the surrounding woods and clicked his tongue.
"Boy, it is your honor to die under the spell of our great Onmyoji!"
A proud and arrogant smile appeared on Murakami's face. He raised his hand and waved, and the largest bolt of lightning in the black cloud quickly fell towards Yang Chen.
"Damn it, it seems I can't pretend anymore!"
Seeing the lightning coming like a python, Yang Chen waved his sleeves, and the energy in his body surged like a sea tide, gathering in the palm of his hand.
In an instant.
A golden light flashed in Yang Chen's palm, and an energy shield quickly formed around him.
The moment the energy shield was formed, he pushed forward with his left hand.
Outside the energy shield, a huge golden Tai Chi Yin and Yang disk about half a kilogram and about two meters moved towards the incoming lightning.
"boom!"
There was a deep and loud sound, the whole forest shook, and the lightning and Tai Chi Yin and Yang discs instantly shattered.
Countless thunder and lightning strikes hit the energy shield, causing the energy shield to tremble slightly before falling to the ground, forming several small flames.
"Nani?"
Looking at Yang Chen who was unscathed, Murakami's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief: "How is this possible? How can you catch the fire of thunder!"
"It's rare to find something strange."
Yang Chen looked at Murakami as if he were an idiot: "The things that you Onmyojis are proud of, we Chinese Qi Refiners can actually do. Just such a little trick can make you claim to be the highest-status profession in Marukuni.
It seems that the fireworks on Mount Fuji came too late, and your brains are all going crazy."
"Asshole!"
"Chinese Qi Refiners are just a bunch of trash, how can they be compared with our great Onmyoji!"
Murakami said, grabbing the samurai sword at his waist with his right hand: "Humble and humble Chinese people, since you are indispensable for thunder and fire, let you see our great God-killing sword!"
"God-killing sword?"
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the blood-red sword in Murakami's hand, and became a little excited: "Damn it, you couldn't have sealed some soul like a big snake in this to use it as a blessing for the sword, right?"
"Boy, since you know, you should know the consequences of our Onmyoji using the God-killing Sword!"
Murakami showed a ferocious smile.
"Let me see!"
Just when Murakami was screaming to the sky and imagining the thrilling scene of chopping Yang Chen into pieces, Yang Chen's voice suddenly appeared in his ears.
The next moment, the God-killing Sword in his hand actually appeared in Yang Chen's hand.
"Baga!"
Seeing Yang Chen looking at his God-killing Sword, Murakami panicked.
The God-killing Sword is the standard equipment of the Onmyoji. Each person has one. It is nourished with soul and blood all year round. It is equivalent to the third arm of the Onmyoji.
Once damaged, the Onmyoji who signed the contract with the God-Slaying Sword will also be injured.
"Ho ho ho!"
But at this time, the true energy in Yang Chen's body started to circulate a little, and a huge tiger energy diagram appeared on the God-killing Sword, and it could also make bursts of roars, and the sound was deafening.
"You bastard, give me back the God-killing Sword!"
Murakami held the magic formula with both hands, followed a spell in front of him, and then stretched out his right hand into the fire ball.
The next moment, a flame appeared in front of Yang Chen, and a hand grabbed the God-killing Sword from the air.
"I'll give it to you, I think you're stingy."
Yang Chen threw the God-killing Sword to the hand that appeared in the air like it was throwing rags.
Bang!
The next moment, before Murakami could be happy, the God-killing sword broke into two pieces.
A red shadow dissipated in the sky.
"puff!"
Murakami felt his brain buzzing, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He knelt on one knee, his face turned pale: "You...who are you? You can break my God-killing Sword with your bare hands."
"Just throw this thing into our qi training world, and even those who collect rags don't want it, and you still treat it like a treasure."
Yang Chen grinned, looked at the injured Murakami, lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "I am in a hurry, so I asked directly, what is the purpose of your coming to the East China Sea? I will only ask once, you can think about it before you talk.
"
"You bastard, who do you think we are onmyoji? Even if we die, we will never betray the organization!"
Murakami spurted out blood one after another, raised his head and stared at Yang Chen, and shouted angrily.
"No wonder you are so arrogant. I seem to have forgotten to show off my talents."
Yang Chen said, and waved the sword in his right hand towards the void.
The true energy forced out a few drops of blood, and instantly drew a spell in the air.
"You can also draw thunder!"
Seeing the sudden flashes of lightning in the cloudless night sky, Murakami was shocked.
You can trigger thunder without using special spells. This is something I have never heard of before.
"Bah bang bang!"
As Yang Chen waved his hand, several thunderbolts in the sky quickly fell towards Murakami Well, and they all hit him on the buttocks.
"ah!"
Murakami felt like his butt was being roasted, and there was a burning smell.
No matter how he rolled, the second and third bolts of lightning always hit his butt accurately, not fatally, but very humiliating and humiliating.
Nine lightning bolts fell, Murakami's clothes were ragged, his hair was smoking, and his butt was ripe.
He lay on the ground, shaking all over in pain and making a gurgling sound in his throat.
"Since you are of the Jiuju sect, then... I let you open your Juju as a way of hospitality."
Yang Chen looked at Murakami who was like a dead dog, stepped forward and stepped on his face, tut-tutting: "What onmyoji, you trash, dare to come to my Donghai to show off."
Bang!
Immediately, before Murakami could say anything, he was kicked unconscious.
"Old Long, I will give you a location. I have captured an Onmyoji from Marukuni and left you alive. Let's make a deal first. I am camping not far away for vacation. You can find someone to take him away quietly. No shooting.
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Yang Chen hung up the phone and his eyes were attracted by a golden diamond-shaped token next to Murakami.
"Order to serve the gods?"
Yang Chen looked at the strange token. On the front were the words "Samurai God Order", surrounded by nine chrysanthemums, and on the back was an ugly snake carved: "Marukuni's aesthetics are really perverted, but this thing should be of some help to Old Long.
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He glanced at it with disgust, threw it in Murakami's face, and turned around to head towards the campsite.