Start a Dome

"Is it really?"

"Well, isn't there still a week left? It's impossible for Yamata no Orochi to come out now, right?"

Xia Mo half-jokingly said.

......

Kyoto, Genji's main family, Demon Suppressing Altar:

The pitch-black miasma continuously gushed out from the depths of the altar.

Swish!

The snow-white sword light cut through the thick miasma.

Raising his head, looking at the 'princess' around the altar who had lost their voices, Yuan Qiye's expression was extremely terrifying.

Those witches who were selected through the "ghost tour" were tied to the long pillars, all the veins were broken, and the blood in their bodies was even drained.

Right now, the whole of Kyoto is shrouded in miasma.

If Yuan Qiye hadn't laid down the barrier covering the entire Kyoto in advance, the consequences would have been disastrous

Holding Budu Yuhun, looking at the priest who was kneeling in the center of the altar, wearing a white safari coat stained with blood, and her skin turned gray, she said coldly: "Who told you to perform the ceremony now?"

Opening his mouth, turning his neck with difficulty, the priest looked at Yuan Qiye.

Clear tears overflowed from his bloodshot eyes.

"The elders...the elders...decided."

--boom!

The snow-white sword light cut off the houses on the side, Yuan Qiye tilted his head, his face was extremely cold.

"It seems that after such a long time, you have all forgotten who is the master of the Yuan family."

"Yes... I'm sorry... Nanaya-sama..."

"vomit!"

Suddenly retching, a large amount of black blood mixed with internal organs, spat out from the priest's throat.

- Swish!

The snow-white crescent blade flashed away, and the head of the priest fell to the ground.

Turning around, Yuan Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the Demon Suppressing Altar that was constantly gushing miasma.

At this moment, a smaller figure walked out of the chaotic miasma.

His whole body was stained with black blood, holding a rusty butcher's knife in his right hand, and wearing an iron-blue devil's mask, the 'Sighting Ghost' walked out from the center of the Demon Suppressing Altar.

After seeing the thick miasma on 'Shimu Ghost', Yuan Qiye was taken aback.

"I..." opened his mouth, and a hoarse neutral voice came out from the throat of 'Shimu Gui'. "I can't get out of there yet..."

"Hurry up, hurry up and find my half body!"

The pale moonlight fell, and under the body of the 'Watching Ghost' was a ferocious snake shadow gleaming with blood.

Then, under the calm gaze of 'Watching Ghost', Yuan Qiye knelt down in front of her.

"Yes, Yamata no Orochi-sama."

On Yuan Qiye's neck, the pale snake's curse mark emerged, shining with purple awns.

第350五章-借剑

The whole of Kyoto was hidden overnight.

What is hidden?

In ancient times, the ancients called people who lost their voice and disappeared as Shenyin.

Be 'hidden' by gods, 'hidden' by ghosts.

At this time in Kyoto,

"Why, why not stop in Kyoto?!"

A young office worker working in Kyoto looked angrily at the driver of the tram.

"Sorry, this is our rule. Kyoto is now closed, and all trams are not allowed to stop here."

The tram conductor was a little embarrassed.

"Sealed?"

The young man was stunned.

"That's right, not only the trams, but all the roads leading to Kyoto have been blocked."

"why?!"

"Well... Please pay more attention to the news."

The tram conductor smiled apologetically.

Kyoto, the Genji clan:

"Master Qiye, according to your order, we have sealed off the entire capital."

The door was pulled open, Yuan Qiye looked at Yuan Hui who was standing at the door: "Thank you, Yuan Hui."

Yuanhui shook his head, his eyes were full of questions: "Master Nanaye, now that the entire capital of Kyoto has been shrouded in an invisible miasma, should we arrange for manpower to be transferred in an orderly manner..."

Although these miasmas seem to be very different from the previous miasmas, if they are shrouded in miasmas for a long time, there may be some problems.

As for the transfer, it is not ordinary people living in Kyoto, but those politicians...

However, to Yuan Hui's surprise, Yuan Qiye shook his head, his eyes were full of calm: "No need."

"When they usually give speeches on the street, isn't everyone willing to shed their blood for Kyoto?"

"In this case, let them live and die with Kyoto."

"Yes, Lord Qiye."

With a slight bow, Yuan Hui left in a hurry.

As the future heir of the Yuan family, in this tense situation, he still has a lot to do.

Now, the entire capital is isolated from the outside world by the barrier formed jointly by the Onmyojis.

This is also to prevent the miasma from leaking out.

Fortunately, in order to prevent Yamata no Orochi from recovering again, all the major yin and yang families set up their families here.

So now, it can be said that the Onmyojis of the whole of Japan have gathered in Kyoto.

Not only that, but experts from various countries have already rushed to Japan to help.

Although among those masters, there are many people who want to take advantage of the chaos to obtain intelligence and information, but as long as Yuan Qiye sits here, they will not be able to make any big waves.

......

In the courtyard of Yagyu Kendo Gym,

He stretched out his hand, picked up the teapot unceremoniously, and filled himself with tea. Smelling the faint fragrance of tea, Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "Sure enough, our Shenxia tea is more authentic."

"Ha ha."

Yagyu Kenichiro smiled helplessly.

Beside them was Yagyu Shizui who was constantly waving a bamboo sword.

--boom!

The bamboo sword pierced through the air, making a continuous and violent sound of piercing through the air.

"Compared to that girl in your family, isn't it far behind?"

Yagyu Kenichiro said.

"That is, she is my granddaughter after all."

Mr. Zhou said proudly.

"Ah......"

"Unfortunately, your granddaughter is unwilling to inherit your martial arts school."

"It's nothing to be sorry about. People who cultivate Taixu Sword Qi are all about being supremely comfortable."

Mr. Zhou said: "That girl is not willing, and I will not force her."

"So, you came to me for tea today, not just to talk about my granddaughter and your daughter?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Mr. Zhou's muddy pupils suddenly became extremely clear.

"That's right," Yagyu Kenichiro said without denying it. "You have also seen the news about the blockade of Kyoto."

"Normal people can't see it, but it doesn't mean we people can't see it."

"Right now, Kyoto is shrouded in darkness."

Mr. Zhou said: "So?"

Picking up the cup and drinking the tea in it, Yagyu Kenichiro looked at Old Man Zhou calmly: "So, I want to borrow a sword from you."

"Borrow a sword?"

Glancing at the bamboo sword wielded by Yagyu Shizui, Mr. Zhou shook his head: "Aren't your daughters used to using Taidao?"

Yagyu Kenichiro smiled lightly: "You know who I borrowed for."

Body lightened, Mr. Zhou looked at him curiously: "Are you familiar with that young man?"

"Of course, after all, he may become my future son-in-law."

"Of course I'm going to help him."