Like the color of a hundred flowers in full bloom, a mountain of spring scenery is dragged while walking.
The cage that imprisoned her for more than 400 years has collapsed, and the woman with a blurred face took a deep breath of free air, feeling a lot of emotion. She is just a mass of incoherent phantoms, and the so-called free space is a draft for her... A body without consciousness cannot experience how fresh the air is and how delicious the berries are.
But at least she can still enjoy her freedom, can't she
"Hey, we agreed to let you out, you have to help deal with Yamato no Orochi." Lin Luodong looked at the phantom in a daze, extremely anxious.
That face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and the phantom wearing a flower skirt smiled gently at the two teenagers and disappeared in place.
With Cui Hejian and others joining the battle, Asada Saito's side has been retreating steadily. If he hadn't personally received the order of the Goddess of the Mountain, he would not have survived until now with a wave of faith.
The current situation is not optimistic, and Asada Saito suspects that he will live up to the goddess' expectations.
A psychic bullet took the life of another shrine attendant, Asada Saito's eyes were red, and a trace of helplessness emerged from his subconscious—could it be that he really couldn't do anything to these Chinese monks? Then how will I take over the shrine and become the great priest!
Asada Saito already looked crazy, Wen Guanjing couldn't suppress him, and when he passed by, Asada Saito slashed at Li Xi'er with a knife. He wanted to see whether these pious Chinese monks would save themselves or ordinary soldiers in the face of danger!
After fighting for a long time, these special soldiers relied on Li Xi'er's protection to be able to shoot cold arrows with ease. When Li Xi'er saw Qian Tian Saito suddenly strike with a shocking sword, she turned her wrist and turned into a gold-type "bee-tailed thousand needles".
The sharp needles of the gold system suddenly appeared around Asada Saito's body. Since he forced Li Xi'er to choose, Li Xi'er also forced him to choose.
Is it important to kill the enemy, or to protect yourself
After these years of experience and growth, Li Xi'er is no longer the helpless little girl who was persecuted by the golden eagle back then. She will not let herself hold back "Senior Sister Lin", never!
Asada Saito was astonished. He didn't expect this delicate-looking Huaxia nun to have such courage. He knew that he couldn't have both, so did she also choose to gamble
Then, she made the wrong choice.
When he gave up the absurdity of his youth and chose to become the waiter of Hongu Sengen Taisha, he had already dedicated his life to the gods. Asada Saito will never forget that after working hard to become a guard, one day in the main hall, he felt the power of faith flowing through his body for the first time.
It was the goddess' response to his devout offerings.
Some gold needles had already penetrated Asada Saito's body, and the sharpness of the gold-type magic technique disrupted his meridians in an instant.
And his samurai sword also chopped on the protective shield that Li Xier held up.
Sparks fly, gold and stone meet! This is a choice that is doomed to lose-lose!
"Asada."
Who is calling him? Asada Saito stopped.
"Qiantian." The voice sounded again, like a breeze blowing over the hills, like the elder sister next door who I admired when I was young, gentle and dignified. Asada Saito couldn't help but look up.
The skirt corners are as bright as blooming flowers, and her body contains the colors of everything on Mount Fuji, but there is no contradiction. As for the face, Asada Saito didn't dare to look at it at all.
"Asada, although you have been blinded by the eight differences, you have a pious heart to serve the gods, and you can be the great priest of the shrine."
The shrine attendants and Japanese monks who were attacking all stopped. This phantom floating in mid-air gave them a familiar sense of eerieness. It seems that the feeling of being grown up by a woman who can't see her face clearly can't be lingered.
Asada Saito also felt this way, or his feeling was stronger.
Can you be the great priest of the shrine? He suddenly understood who this woman in the flower dress was—the goddess of Muhuakai Yejiming, the guardian goddess of the holy mountain.
The divine voice I listened to in the early days has always belonged to that monster Yaqi
Asada Saito's katana fell to the ground.
"I am not worthy to be a great priest."
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Seeing a phantom slowly falling down, Lin Luoran was not very surprised. On the contrary, the extremely arrogant Baqi under the hard soil suddenly became silent, and Lin Luoran even felt it trembling.
"You didn't seem to be aware of my existence that day, Fairy Chenxin, so why aren't you surprised?"
Xuying's voice was gentle, and Lin Luoran realized that she did not speak Japanese.
"Don't you also know that I am Chen Xin?" It is true to say so, but from guessing to confirming, Lin Luoran also broke into a sweat. If Titmouse's testimony is not false, there must have been a skirt of such a color that Titmouse still remembers in the murder case and disappearance.
At first, Lin Luoran thought that everything was the fault of the "Goddess of Muhuakaiye Jiming", but the statue dug up in Komachang Park turned out to be a monster with eight heads and eight tails. It is naturally impossible for the goddess Muhuakai Yeji to condense the power of faith to make wedding dresses for others. So, is Yamato no Orochi trying to seize the power of faith that belongs to the guardian goddess of Mt. Fuji
She didn't know the grievances between the two. At that time, she didn't even know that Yamata no Orochi was suppressed under Mount Fuji.
But when I entered the dream and saw the vivid Edo period, the incoherent fragments finally became a complete clue.
Tokugawa Ieyasu did something during the expansion of Hongu Asama Taisha 400 years ago, and helped Yachi conspire to seize the power of faith. More than a hundred years later, his great-grandson Tokugawa Yoshimune inherited the legacy of his ancestors and built the Falcon in Shibuya field, and buried the statue of Yamata no Orochi as a medium, absorbing the negative emotions of the army as the nourishment of dark faith, let Tokugawa Ieyasu have a four-hundred-year-old dream inside the Mount Fuji volcano, and helped Yaki create a four-hundred-year-old The power of faith of the dark attribute.
If the Falcon Farm hadn't been turned into a peaceful and serene park, and neither Baqi nor Dream World had energy to replenish, it probably wouldn't have made a point of luring living people into their dreams.
Then, there will be no trip to the island country of your own, and the reappearance of the goddess Muhuakai Yejiming in front of you, right
However, according to Huofeng's vicious eyesight, the phantom in front of him should be just the remnants of the gods when they abandoned the human world. After years of incense, they have independent thinking and perform their duties on behalf of the gods.
She was imprisoned by Yamata no Orochi in a vicious way, and the latter might think that he had completely wiped out this remnant, but who knows that this is also a strong man, who has kept a low profile for four hundred years, just for the fatal blow when he was free.
"After you go up, hurry down the mountain, the sooner the better, the volcano will erupt at any time." Xu Ying raised his hand, and those dying Japanese youths were sent out of the crater.
Lin Luoran was surprised, "You don't blame them?"
Xu Ying shook his head, "Resentment? The gods still make mistakes, let alone these mortals."
What is resentment, as a phantom that has just had independent consciousness, it cannot understand the emotions of mortals. She was transformed by the remnant thoughts of the goddess Muhuakai Yejiming. The former has long been an indifferent god who cuts off mortal feelings. She may still know joy, anger, sorrow and joy for many years. Have mercy.
Lin Luoran was thoughtful, pointing to Tokugawa Ieyasu who was curled up on a pile of bones under the volcano wall, already old and out of shape, with only one breath left:
"What about him, do you complain?"
Lin Luoran could feel that when she asked this sentence, Tokugawa Ieyasu, who had only one breath left, couldn't even notice his weak breathing. He didn't die suddenly, but he waited with bated breath for an answer.
Xuying hesitated for a while, "Four hundred years ago, when he led people to expand the main shrine, modified the layout of the shrine and imprisoned me, I really didn't like him very much. I couldn't feel at ease when I thought of his appearance. ?"
Lin Luoran nodded.
Xu Ying sighed, "But seeing him now, I forgave him again."
Lin Luoran looked sideways, and Tokugawa Ieyasu, who had only a layer of skin left, moved slightly and burst into tears. Although the water vapor was instantly evaporated by the heat of the ground fire, Lin Luoran could see clearly that Tokugawa Ieyasu's tears were exhausted, and a ball of faith light like an incandescent lamp floated towards the phantom and sank into the center of her eyebrows.
Is this the power of faith of Tokugawa Ieyasu before his death
Thanks to Tokugawa Ieyasu's huge power of faith that changed from black to white before his death, the five senses can finally be seen on Xuying's face.
This is a very friendly woman, Lin Luoran never thought that the first goddess appearance she saw would be a single eyelid.
Lin Luoran had no chance to talk to her again, Baqi finally tore off its disguise of being afraid of phantom at this moment:
"Very good, one has the power of faith, the other has the godhead... After this god takes over, it really is the best of both worlds."
Its trembling voice was gone, only complacency remained. The soil layer was completely cracked, and Yagi's head emerged from the lava.
Lin Luoran frowned, Dad Lin and the others should have evacuated Mount Fuji, right? Then does she still need to work hard with Baqi
Using her own cultivation to save the ordinary people in the island country she didn't like, Lin Luoran is not the Holy Mother, she hesitated, and even felt that it was not worth it.
Lava overflowed the water cover, and the volcano was erupting. Lin Luoran hesitated whether to leave or fight.
In this lightning moment, she saw that woman who did not have her own name, just became conscious independently, and was wearing a flower dress, leaving behind an unusually beautiful smile, and her face was covered with a layer of holy velvet.
Her condensed figure is gradually collapsing, returning to a small spot of light of the power of faith.
Little by little, little by little, wherever the light spots went, the angry lava was appeased and solidified, and Baqi's laughter stopped abruptly.
This is the most sacred light in the world, and it belongs to the power of faith of thousands of ordinary people!
Lin Luoran was sent out of the crater by her under the water cover, and the latter felt completely emotional, "Why did you do this?"
The phantom was about to dissipate, and she smiled more beautifully than the flower dress, "You will understand... this is the duty of the gods."
— But you are not a true god, do you also need to protect the mountain and the people with your body
Lin Luoran didn't have a chance to ask this sentence, everything has been settled.
A mushroom cloud enveloped Mount Fuji, and there was no big bang as imagined, and Mount Fuji did not collapse. If it weren't for the rising volcanic ash, no one could have imagined what happened just a moment ago.
The last remnant god belonging to Japan, died with Yamato no Orochi—
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