Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

　　 Outside Sensoji Temple, the sky is falling chaotically, and the ground is springing up with golden lotus.

　　 Numerous Sanskrit speakers pierced the sky, and the eyes of Huakaiyuan and Zi became more and more solemn. It seems that the battle inside has reached the final stage, but I don’t know who is the winner.

　　 Tachibana Masanori had prepared for the worst. He respectfully paid homage to the shrine enshrining [Budu Yuhun], and then untied a circle of [Note Liansheng] as religiously as the first time.

　　Purple electric light gushes out, even if he is a believer of [Jianyu Thunder God], when the electric light hits him, it will fly like a whip.

　　 It can be seen that the bone wound is bleeding out the blood of the mad believer. The crimson blood infects the painted shrine and paints it with new paint.

　　 After absorbing the sacrifice, [Budu Yuhun] seemed to be satisfied, and the purple electric light was condensed. Even without the seal of [Zhuliansheng], it would not violently hurt people for a while.

　　 In the clear sky, yellow clouds are gathering, and silver-white lightning flashes through the clouds like a thunder dragon, with its tail or neck exposed, which is difficult for mortals to see.

　　 "Orange priest." Huakaiyuan and Zi choked to say in honorifics, "The battle is not over yet, Master Yixiu may not lose..."

　　 Tachibana Zhengde had already fallen on the steps of the shrine regardless of his image. One of his right eyes was penetrated by the electric light. The flesh and blood in many places were even directly evaporated by the electric light, but the bones he exposed were extremely holy.

He held up a smile with difficulty, "Yixiu's old monk's methods, those of us who have fought with him for a lifetime understand the situation, the situation has been out of control, and Yixiu even ignored all the monks in Sensoji Temple. It can be seen that the contents must not be released. ."

　　 Then he turned his head and looked at Shangquan Xin, "Unexpectedly, the three of us would die on the same day in the end."

　　 "Yes." Shangquan Xin sighed. He, Tachibana Masanori, and Yixiu, as the three pillars of the neon practice world, fought for a lifetime, but he did not expect to die on the same day. This is also destined.

　　 "In the twilight, the old man is so frivolous, who said that the light of rice grains should not be shining on the world?" Shangquan's letter and beard and hair are all open, as awe-inspiring as a tiger.

　　 One step at a time, he ascended to the three-tiered shrine, the ‘heart’, the ‘body’, and the ‘technique’ were united in one, in between, the sword saint pass was broken, and the brilliance of spirituality bloomed from him.

　　 With the faith to compete with the sun and the moon, this great swordsman finally took the last step.

　　 Tachibana Zhengde beats the beat with his boned hands, and the thunder in the sky is like a drum to cheer for the generals in ancient times, "Let me cheer for you."

　　 His remaining flesh and blood melted, and a layer of blood-colored armor was covering Shangquanxin's body. Only the sanctuary of the flesh and blood of a fanatic, Shangquanxin, the new swordmaster, could truly use his body to temporarily use Thor's weapon.

　　 The light of the Buddha in Sensoji Temple collapsed and dissipated like a phantom, leaving only the empty, dead temple and the clay sculptures in the temple, waiting for the worship of the world.

　　 Master Ikkyu won?

　　 Huakaiyuan Kazuko was a little bit dumbfounded for a while, the movements of the two sword saints and the great priest just now may become a sneer for the practitioners, and all the tragedy and vigor turned into comics in an instant.

After 　　, people pointed to their epitaph and said, “It’s these two SBs. I want to be a hero and I want to be crazy, but I didn’t expect to get rid of it.”

　　 But who knows what kind of tragic and enlightenment they are holding at the moment of being a hero.

　　 Maybe this is life.

　　 Only heroes cherish heroes.

　　 At the time when Huakaiyuan and Zi's thoughts were in a mess, the statue of Wind Thunder standing outside Sensoji Temple was covered with a yellow robe that was as deep as the starry sky and as quiet as the sea.

　　 "The King of Yellow Clothes" indeed melted with Yixiu in the Buddha's light.

　　 But he is the old dominator in the mythology of Cthulhu. Although it is only a conceptual aggregate, as long as the world still has his concept, he can return.

　　 Now, Sensoji Temple has no obstacles for a while, and he can erode this thousand-year-old altar without hesitation.

　　" along the shore, cut through the clouds

　　 The twin sun sinks into the lake

　　The long shadow fell down

　　 is in Nakar Kesa. "

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　　 Segments of prayers resembling murmurs sounded everywhere in Tokyo, and the concepts belonging to the "King of Yellow Clothes" were gathering, eroding the entire array of the altar.

　　 was suppressed by the Hyakki Yexing Great Formation, and lost the main formation. The earth altar formation that was breached from the inside was not as strong as I imagined.

　　 "As the king of the yellow clothes, the lord of the endless deep sky and the sea, the unnamed person offers faith! The black star will never fall."

　　 The chanting sound reached the end.

　　 The compassionate Guanyin image gradually turned into another indescribable deity.

　　Yellow clothes, wooden frame, red eyes and red eyes have reached the black star that never falls.

"kill!"

　　 A thunder-like breath and sound bloomed from Shangquanxin's mouth, and merged with the thunder in the sky.

　　 This is the habit of fighting on the battlefield, especially in the face of unknowable powerful enemies.

　　 A sword surrounded by billions of thunder was pulled out by Shangquan Xin.

　　 He sat half-up above the shrine, and the sound of a generous sword unsheathed was as crisp as a wind chime even in the thunder.

　　 Ju He Zhan.

　　 A perfect arc slashed towards this thousand-year-old temple with an irresistible knife light, and the Thunder Dragon roaming among the yellow clouds seemed to have received some instructions.

　　 The kilometer-long dragon's body surrounded by countless silver-white lightning patterns pounced from the sky, and even the air burned. The hot magma-like brilliance was difficult to look at directly, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.

　　 Huakaiyuan and Hezi are protected by the barrier formed by the thirteen ancestors of Shiki God, and only then can they see this mythical battle that is unimaginable by ordinary people.

　　The two Fenglei statues wearing yellow clothes rose up in the wind and instantly turned into a mountain the size of a mountain. The surrounding buildings, except for Sensoji Temple, were razed to the ground in an instant.

　　 The two mythological giants reached a height of one kilometer. They stretched out their hands to cover the sky ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and caught the Thunder Dragon that fell from the clouds, and the shining silver lightning gradually turned into a deep purple.

　　 This is the mythical thunder that transcends the laws of nature. It represents the punishment of this world. The thunder dragon and the two wind and thunder giants entangled, and the whole Tokyo shuddered under their battle.

　　 Susano looked at the battlefield on the ground in surprise. He didn't expect that he hadn't done anything before, and someone would take action. Thinking that the army of monsters he sent would most likely be meaninglessly turned into fly ash in such a war.

　　 He thought for a while, and then continued to watch with an expectant smile, and if he could bring himself a little entertainment, their effect was also played.

　　 After all, he is one of the three noble sons, a born god, and he is born to dominate all things.

　　 Although the wind and thunder giant resisted the Thunder Dragon, Kamizumi Shin's sword light turned into an irresistible storm, directly destroying all the buildings within one kilometer of Sensoji Temple, except for a majestic hall.

　　 Unspeakable tentacles wrapped the hall, greasy drawing strength from the veins, resisting the brilliant light of the sword.

　　 In the battle of the gods, in the field of thunder and lightning, half of the concrete structure in mid-air turns into flames and half turns into black oil.

　　 fell from the sky.

　　 "Good opponent!" Shangquan Xin laughed, as if saving the world has nothing to do with him. He is a pure warrior and should fight an equally powerful opponent on the battlefield.

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