The world is restarting

The wind howled and the clouds piled up.

A huge funnel seemed to appear in the sky, and the gloomy clouds turned into a vortex, and at the bottom of the vortex, Ping Jiangmen, infused with invisible power, stood upright, as invincible as a returning demon god.

It was so powerful that it almost dragged the people who watched the battle into the ancient picture scroll. The scene where the ancestors of the Age of Gods fought with gods and demons in the form of human beings seems to be reappearing today.

Everyone's attention was focused on this battle, so almost no one noticed that the fog billowing outside the open space quieted down at some point.The boundless white quietly spread in the street, wrapping up the concession. At first glance, it seems that there is no change, but the fog is thicker.

The breath of Mizusawa quietly spread in the air, with a trace that seemed to come from a thousand years ago.

Sawada Ya was concentrating on the battle at the center of the battlefield, when a cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Hey, kid from Seimei's family."

She blinked, "Master Zhensheng?"

"Omotota transferred the contract to me before leaving the stage...that meddling guy."

The other party sneered, but there was an imperceptible complexity in his tone, and then he paused, and said lightly, "Have you got a solution?"

"Eh?"

"Don't pretend to be a fool," he said bluntly, "that idiot Xiangxian has been buried in the soil for thousands of years, and his brains have been used to grow grass. He may barely be able to see plots and tricks, but in front of Abe Seimei He is probably really stupid for playing with mystical luck."

Sawada Ya: "..."

Master Zhensheng seems to have a bit of a poisonous tongue, so he has this kind of personality?

"So Master Zhensheng, do you have this kind of character?" A lazy voice joined the chat, "I remember when I first visited you, you were very dignified sitting in the hall, I thought you were a serious person .”

"I pretended to be old." Ping Zhensheng in his youth did not hesitate, and did not give himself any face when he was old. "You can see Xiangxian. It is natural for people to become stupid when they are old." The law. I am so stupid, I might as well die on the battlefield before the age of 30."

Sawada Ya: "..."

Well, it sounds like you really dislike your old self.

Minamoto Raimiko chuckled, and the young Hira Masamori had already changed the topic impatiently, "Okay, don't discuss that idiot anymore. You should have a plan, tell it and listen."

Minamoto Larimitsu returned to the topic without hesitation, "Indeed, there are people who have made preparations for Lord Jiangmen."

He briefly described the plan to Ping Zhensheng, "The only difficulty now is how to ensure that the caster is also pushed in."

"Are you afraid that he will run away again? That old thing is indeed better than a mouse in the gutter." Ping Zhensheng said coldly, "Okay, I get it, I'll come."

"Master Zhensheng..."

"Needless to say, the reason why I was summoned to this world and endured under his hands for so long is to drag him to hell with me." There was a hint of cold sneer in the follower's voice, "I would rather Let's see, after the two of us face the trial of Lord Taishan and enter the [-]th hell, who will fall more layers."

Minamoto Raimiko's voice fell silent, as if he understood something, and did not persuade him any further.

"Ji Jun?"

"Well, I'm ready." Little Loli lay on the window, looked towards the direction of the street not far away, and said softly, "It's time."

She took two steps back, squatted down, her wide sleeves hung down her wrists and gently swept over the back of her hands, and her white and tender fingertips skillfully drew a pentagram pattern on the ground.Immediately, the little Loli patted the ground with five fingers, as if opening the lid of a space, and slowly brought out a jug of wine from the ground.

It was the jug of wine that the real Shuten-douji, the big monster thousands of years ago, left on the ancient battlefield by Lake Biwa.The big monster sealed it in the gap between the present world and the underworld. As long as you know its coordinates, you can take it out anytime, anywhere.

Sawada Ya hugged the flagon and muttered softly, "I'm sorry Shuten, I'll give you back a dozen when I go back."

Immediately, he raised the jug and threw it to the ground.

The thousands of years of ancient porcelain stored in the cracks of the underworld burst instantly, and the rich aroma of wine gushed out in the air like an explosion.The wine rolled down to the ground and slowly seeped into the soil under his feet.In the splash of broken porcelain and wine, round "glass beads" the size of a child's fist rolled out, turned around, and finally stopped at Sawada Ya's feet.

In the center of the "glass bead", a glowing red creature that looks like a boiled lobster is sleeping soundly, and the mist that moves with the rhythm of breathing obscures the pavilions and towers on its back clearly.

Little Loli squatted down, picked up the "glass bead" and held it in her palm, her white and tender fingertips easily passed through the outer barrier, and poked on the "lobster"'s forelimb.

"Wake up, come out to work."

After being poked three or four times, the big lobster seemed to finally wake up.It dazedly opened its eyes, a pair of bulb-like eyes reflected the face of the little girl in front of it.

In the next second, the milky white mist wrapped in the long-lasting aroma of wine, centered on this house, and quickly dissipated.

Sawada Ya's order was delivered to the battlefield almost simultaneously.

"Saber, Ncer, Liberation Noble Phantasm."

Onikiri was the first to respond.

The family crest of Genji Sasa Rindo emerged like blue mist, and a giant in armor appeared in the light of the Noble Phantasm, roaring and rushing towards Herashomon.

At the same time, taking advantage of Hira Shomon being blocked by Onikiri's Noble Phantasm, Hira Sadamori also rushed to Fujiwara Junyou who was hiding behind with lightning.

Layers of barriers shattered like glass in an instant under the sharp edge of the treasure, and the gun in the follower's hand broke through the shadow demons blocking the front with a murderous intent, and pierced the enemy like a rainbow that pierced the sky and the earth body of.

Junyou Fujiwara, who was shot in the heart, spurted a mouthful of blood, staring at the black-clothed samurai rushing in front of him and yelling angrily, "Ping Zhensheng, do you think that you can kill me like this? My life is Peace Shogun Connected together, the door will not die, and I will never die, you are just doing useless work!"

He smiled bitterly, and the shadow under his feet turned into chains in the blink of an eye, binding himself and the black warrior firmly in place.

"You've been tricked, how are you going to run this time?!"

Unexpectedly, the black-clothed warrior didn't show any sign of wavering after hearing his triumphant words. Instead, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he sneered coldly, "No, you lost."

As soon as the words fell, Ping Jiangmen behind the two had broken through the restraint and rushed towards him again, howling angrily.He took a shot of Saber's treasure, but the wound on his body began to heal in the blink of an eye, and the power around him didn't lose half a cent. He was really like the immortal demon god in mythology, so powerful that it made people feel desperate.

And at this moment, the milky white mist finally spread here.

Ping Jiangmen's howling and killing intent came from behind like a tidal wave, while Ping Zhensheng stood firm in place like an unmoving rock on the coast, being constantly washed by the tide.He watched Fujiwara Junyou finally showing a suspicious expression, he didn't respond to the doubt in this person's eyes, but slowly raised his lips, and showed him a ferocious smile.

Just as the contemptuous smile overflowed from his eyes, Ping Jiangmen's attack had already reached behind him, rushing to the peak like layers of waves, and at the moment when it was about to sweep down like a tsunami...

Everything came to an abrupt end.

The white mist was like a mountain spring flowing over goose warm stones, submerging Ping Jiangmen's figure lightly.

It swept across the river bank easily and calmly, leaving behind a scent of wine, which flowed into the pool farther away.

Fujiwara Juntomo's expression froze on his face, he caught a glimpse of a trembling breath from the scent of wine, but he didn't have time to think about it, he just stared at the direction of Hera Shomon in astonishment and shock.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, passing through the silent square.The fog was blown away by the wind, and Ping Jiangmen's figure standing frozen in place was finally exposed to everyone.

"what is that?!"

In the monitoring room, everyone who saw this scene shouted in shock almost at the same time.

The blood-red chains were like vines growing from the ground, wrapping Ping Jiang's door layer by layer, no matter how hard he tried to break free, he couldn't break it.The color was extremely ominous red, with strong bloody and evil spirits, one would feel shocked just by looking at it.It even makes people think that if there really is a hell in the underworld, the chains used to bind sinners there will probably look like this.

"...What is that?" Fujiwara Junyou asked, a trace of uneasiness finally mixed into the expression of the winning ticket, "What did you do?!"

Ping Zhensheng ignored him, and a soft voice answered instead.

"That's the crime of the Ping clan."

Gentle and regular footsteps sounded from the quiet long street, and a slender figure slowly walked out of the fog.

The scarlet kimono, the black hair pulled up meticulously, and the silver hairpin slanted on the sideburns.

The appearance of the person who came was so familiar that even her file was stored in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, causing everyone in the monitoring room to say in unison, "Hongye Hunting?!"

That was indeed Momijikari, Momijikari who had disappeared since Lake Biwa.But then, that familiar face began to change.Like a fuzzy mask falling off her face, she stared in the direction of Ping Jiangmen, walking towards him step by step, and already changed completely in the middle of the process.

It was a more beautiful face than Hong Yekari's, with a watery classical and elegant temperament that had been precipitated by time.

She stared quietly at Ping Jiangmen, her bright eyes seemed to hold a pool of clear water, ready to trickle down her eye sockets at any moment.

That tall figure was no longer what she remembered, and the world she lived in was different.

The woman who had been exiled by time for thousands of years pursed her bloodless thin lips, and stubbornly looked at the man who looked like a berserk who had lost his mind, and said in a trembling voice, "Please look up, don't you know me anymore... ...My lord father?"

The man who was struggling angrily stopped suddenly.Stopping the hand that was tearing the chain vigorously, he raised his head slowly.

Like a beast that only acts on instinct for the first time has the wisdom of a "human", he fixedly stared at the woman who walked in front of him, because of the reflection of her shadow in the chaotic blood-colored pupils, as if Finally starting to find order.

Before Ping Jiangmen opened his mouth to speak, a voice that seemed to come from the ground had already called out the woman's name eeriely.

"... Takihime!"

"Master Fujiwara Juntomo."

Momiji Kari, or rather Takihime, finally moved his eyes away from Hirashomon, the pity and attachment in her eyes faded away like a tide, and when it fell on this old acquaintance, only the glacier-like coldness remained.

She gently curled the corners of her lips, showing a reserved and cold smile, "I haven't seen you for more than a thousand years, how are you doing?"