Peerless Sealer

Chapter 233 God in the Temple
There were two crackling sounds, and there were more and more cracks on the statue, and several smaller pieces of clay sculpture shells peeled off, revealing some off-white insides. It seems that it is still solid.

The copper bell outside Suzhen Society kept ringing, and the waves matching it also became turbulent.

As Shimane Prefecture faces the sea, Mount Yakumo is a mountain range leaning against the sea. Now the waves are beating more vigorously, and the coastline is a bit lower, almost submerging the foot of Mount Yakumo.

In this way, Mount Yakumo looks like it grew out of the sea.

The foot of the mountain was partially submerged by the sea, and the Sulu Society is close to the sea. The wooden foundation has sunk into the water, which makes people worry whether it will be soaked and collapsed.

But we didn't have the chance to see these rotten and ruined endings, just because there was a lot of white mist rising at the foot of the original Suhao Society.

The white mist comes out of the water, from the submerged temples and statues, and from the great weapons held by the statues.

The mist swayed slightly, the sea water rattled, and a sturdy figure came out step by step.

I saw that he was about 1.9 meters tall. His hair was so long that it needed wooden hairpins to hold it in place. His eyebrows were dark and thick, his eyes were half-squinted, but sharp white lightning flashed between his opening and closing. His nose was slightly shorter. Curved slightly towards the lips, adding a bit of fierceness. The lips are thick and dry. The few tiny gaps on the lips are dry and cracked. There is no blood color, but a light red muscle color. I don’t know how long it has been since I drank water.
His clothes were old and gray in the same style as his hair, with large sleeves and a wide hem. The waist was closed with a coarse cloth belt, and the strong and well-developed muscles were highlighted in the clothes that were close to the waist.

But what really attracted people's attention was not his appearance and clothing, but the long sword he was holding at his hand and at his waist.

The hilt of this long sword presents an ancient gray color, with a few tiny traces of red embedded in the gray color, like a ruby ​​that has been ground into powder and then drawn into a line, or like blood that hasn't dried out completely. Shaped like a trident.

The length of the sword's edge was not visible to people, and Gain's sword was covered with layer after layer of milky white mist, covering up all murderous aura and sharpness.

Normally, we would put a sword without a sheath behind our back, or put it directly on our shoulder more casually, but this man still crossed his right hand in front of him and hung it diagonally on his left waist, as if there was something there. The invisible scabbard and hilt can help him.

It's not weird to do this. If someone who is proficient in the way of swords sees it, he can only admire his hard work and hard work.

Pull out the sword and slash, and focus all your energy on the unsheathed sword. The longer you hide and brew, the more shocking the unsheathed slash will be.

He came out of the submerged Sulu Club, out of the seawater that submerged his ankles, and stood in an open space near the sea, stopping there for a long time.

After a while, he felt a surge of energy in his body and shook off the dust and smoke all over his body.

The tips of his ears moved slightly, and Bo had already caught the sound of the middle-aged swordsman's shaking copper bell.

He turned halfway, and the densely wooded Yakumo Mountain appeared in front of him, as did the blood cloud on the top of Yakumo Mountain.

"The sky is clouded, the vegetation is withered, on the top of Mount Yakumo, Xiangliu is disabled. Your life will end in the hands of me, Susanoo!" He seemed to be recalling it, and said a few crazy words to himself. laughed out loud.

The restrained aquiline nose cast a shadow on his face, making his full white teeth a bit more brutal.

Susanoo paused, and started walking straight towards Yakumoyama.

At the foot of Mount Yakumo, the guarding small pavilion, Susanoo stopped advancing, and said in a somewhat weird tone because he hadn't spoken for a long time: "It was you who woke me up?"

The middle-aged swordsman's lowered head was raised due to the sudden sound. He looked at the burly young man in front of him with a face full of astonishment. He looked at the white mist sword on the young man's waist. He was speechless.

At the beginning of shaking the copper bell, he couldn't believe that Susanoo, the legendary god of rage, would really appear, and that the Yuncongtian Sword, one of the three great artifacts in Japan, would actually be picked up and presented in front of his eyes.

"I won't ask a second time, wait a little while, come to Yuncongtian sword to give the head!" Susanoo smiled meaninglessly, he had waited for so long, and he didn't care about waiting for a moment for a reason.

"I'm sorry, God!" The middle-aged swordsman's face was almost completely buried in the soil, he panicked and hurriedly defended: "I didn't wake you up as the agreement said, the sky cloud rolled up and the grass withered, it really came from China The seal master rushed in, and I couldn't stop it, so I had to wake you up!"

"What?!" Susanoo was shocked, "You said someone has already gone up? Why didn't you stop him!"

"It's not him, it's them, a man and a woman. I really can't stop them," the middle-aged swordsman argued.

"Trash!" Susanoo shouted sharply, "Where are there any powerful seal masters in China today? Is it Xia Longxiao, Qin Gongyue, Li Dongyan, or Ji Yongqing?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged swordsman looked blank.

"It's really stupid! What do they look like? Tell me!" Susano's face was full of hatred!
"Yes, there are two young men, a man and a woman. The man is slightly handsome, wearing a long black gown." The middle-aged swordsman recalled for a while, and began to describe the appearance of Qin Tian and Yan Ke to Susanoo.

"Enough!" Susanoo rudely stopped him, "Youth? What is youth?! When I went to China 50 years ago, the inheritance there was almost broken. Your so-called youth who is dying is a A third-rank seal master, at such an advanced age, how did you practice ninja and swordsmanship? Now the selection of mountain guards is so careless and casual? Ah?!"

"Hay!" The middle-aged swordsman was powerless to refute, and lowered his head deeply.

Tick
A few drops of water condensed on the beard of the middle-aged swordsman, mixed with the sweat from nervousness, and dripped down to the foot of Mount Yakumo.

Susanoo was condescending, and without saying a word, he laid the Yuncongtian sword across his neck.

"Wish to fight for the sword, and wish the gods a triumphant return!"

The middle-aged swordsman's face was full of horror, he murmured a few words, put the most fragile and precious artery in his neck on the edge of the edge of Yuncong Tianjian, and swung his head up.

Swish!
The bright red blood sprinkled into the pure white mist, and the white mist wrapped around the sword body seemed to hide a blood-drinking monster, swallowing up the blood of the middle-aged swordsman.

The original pure white gradually turned into a seductive light red.

(End of this chapter)