Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

As if he couldn't wait, the door of the quiet room was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a flustered expression broke in, and shouted at the entrance: "Father, it's not good, Master Amaterasu got angry in the shrine, and three people have already been sucked to death by him."

"Calm down! Why panic!"

The old man scolded angrily, then slowly straightened up.

His face was as deep as water, and his eyes were half closed, as if the world was so big, but in his eyes, it was just a drop in the ocean, and he had the charm of having the world in his heart.

If there is a monk from Daxia here, he will definitely be amazed at this person's way of cultivation, he is really a real person.

"The son understands, what the father taught is the same." After being reprimanded by his father, the panic on the middle-aged man's face disappeared immediately, and he quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake.

Even though he is his own father and the real power behind the Xueci family, the middle-aged man knows that the ordinary-looking old man in front of him is a well-known yin and yang master in the country of Yi, who has the ability to communicate with gods and ghosts and control souls His great power, even the cabinet members of the Yi country would lower their eyebrows when they saw him, not daring to show any disrespect.

"And come with me."

Xue Qianhong stopped the movement of his feet, threw off the sleeves in his hands, stepped on the clogs that sounded "da da", and walked evenly towards the shrine.

The middle-aged man followed silently like a marionette, more obedient than a dog.

The two stepped over the wooden threshold of the shrine and entered the shrine. When they opened their eyes, they saw a bloody scene.

I saw that the whole shrine was solemn and solemn, quiet and windless, and there was a statue of a god more than 10 meters high in the front of the eye.

This statue is different from the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Taoists, etc. we usually see in temples, but a ghost with a hideous face.

This ghost has three heads and six arms, just like Nezha, but what he holds in his hand is not a weapon, but a variety of animal heads. There is a Cheng Liang horn growing on his forehead, and his whole body, even his face, is covered with a brown color. The scales are like a demon crawling out of hell.

This is the ghost god 'Amaterasu Daigo' enshrined by the Yukiji family for generations.

On weekdays, the shrine is extremely solemn. Everyone has to take a bath and change clothes when entering. There must be no trace of dust on the ground, and even more incense is lingering, floating in the entire shrine.

But at this time, the shrine was already like a purgatory, with puddles of blood flowing underground, thick bloody ambiguity floating around, and a huge black shadow made of black mist was standing next to the god statue.

It is as tall as five figures. Although its appearance cannot be seen clearly, its outline is almost the same as the god statue next to it.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a sound of smashing the ground, and a witch was thrown to the ground. Her face was completely sunken, like a skeleton that had been sucked dry.

Immediately afterwards, another corpse was thrown out from the shadow, but it seemed that the shadow had sucked it up, and directly tore the corpse into pieces, accompanied by blood all over the sky, splashing broken corpses everywhere in the shrine part.

Seeing this, Xue Qianhong frowned, but still suppressed his inner emotions, bowed and said humbly:

"Respected Master Amaterasu, what is the matter? To provoke you to make such a fuss?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The black shadow ghost suddenly raised his head and roared at his servant Xue Qianhong.

A huge roar resounded in the depths of their souls: "Find him, I'm going to refine his soul, yet dare to strip off my clone! Tear him apart!"

The spiritual power like a surging wave is rolling and surging in the entire shrine like a rising tide.

The middle-aged man standing behind Xue Qianhong suddenly hugged his head and howled. The sudden pain made him unbearable at once, and his body trembled like a sieve.

But Xue Qianhong looked calm, and seemed to have no influence on the conflict of mental power, but said solemnly:
"Lord Amaterasu, is that the little girl from the Xueji family? A few days ago she used the name of her family to say that it was Daxia who went to discuss matters related to Shenshui. Could it be that she met some expert in Daxia who discovered and stripped your hair?" Doppelgänger?"

"Does such a master really exist in the Great Xia? Isn't that the existence of the Immortal Cultivator? How is it possible?"

Although Xue Qianhong was somewhat suspicious, he still held an attitude of disbelief.

"What kind of fairy master is he? Daxia's? Find him for me, and I will suck his soul out with my own hands." The black shadow ghost roared angrily.

Although it is just a cloud of atomized black shadow images, it still has the ability to touch real objects. As soon as it finished speaking, the black shadow ghosts and gods punched straight down, punching a hole in the wall of the shrine, and the flying gravel was stained. After being exposed to the black mist, all of them were reduced to ashes.

"Servant understands, Master Amaterasu." Xue Qianhong buried his head deeply.

Seeing this, the group of black mist, gods and ghosts, suppressed their anger a little, turned into a puff of black air, and shot it back into the statue in the hall.

Seeing Master Amaterasu's out-of-body supernatural powers, Xue Qianhong couldn't help but glint in his eyes.

Although he himself is also an onmyoji who can control the soul, completely above ordinary people, but compared to this Amaterasu Omisami, he is still too immature.

'Is this the power of gods and demons?Completely detached from the physical body, as long as the soul is still alive, you can always rely on the soul to survive in the world. This is the law of immortality, which is really enviable! '

Xue Qianhong secretly sighed in his heart, now he is in his twilight years, if he were an ordinary human being, he would have to spend his whole life on the sickbed now, but he can still stand here in good spirits, all of this is in front of him. God-given by Amaterasu.

But he still can't be satisfied, he longs to be like Master Amaterasu, to live forever.

One must know that this Amaterasu ghost and god existed in the era of his ancestors, and now hundreds of worlds have passed, it is still stationed in Yongbao forever, and is worshiped by the Xueci family.

In addition to their Xueci family, there are many other forces that rely on Amaterasu's protection to survive.

The shrine returned to silence, Xue Qianhong bowed, walked out of the shrine lightly, then turned to his son beside him and said:

"Immediately notify the family's cabinet members and ask them to gather at the cabinet courtyard as soon as possible, saying that I have important matters to discuss."

"Also, go to visit Mr. Xia Dongchuan in person, and make an appointment, I'm going to see him."

"Yes, Father." The middle-aged man replied tremblingly.

No one knows his father's strength better than him. As the first agent of Amaterasu Shrine, Xue Qianhong has many powers. Looking at Kyushu Island, he is almost centralized, like a local emperor.

After the middle-aged man left, Xue Qianhong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes narrowed into a line, and a cold light burst out:

"Which life-or-death thing is it? How dare you destroy Master Amaterasu's clone?"

"Big Xia? Sure enough, it's the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."