Genji Miyazo gasped and suddenly laughed out of breath. On that day, Dongyang sent two shikigami to China to plunder the Zhonghai River, but the entire army was inexplicably wiped out. He always thought that it was the Chinese luck master who took action, but after his calculations several times, he determined that China
The master was worshiping and refining the dragon veins and had no time to take action.
"It turns out that you killed the two shikigami of my Eight Great Shrines. In that case, if you can leave the East today, I will kill myself in front of the grave of my ancestor."
Genji Miyazo was furious, and he took out a paper knife from his pocket.
"Jie Jie, how can you kill a chicken with an ox-knife? Master, let me do it!"
At this time, a scarecrow suddenly spoke, startling everyone.
"Damn it! So these old ghosts can talk?"
Bezov screamed, but no one paid attention to him at the moment.
The scarecrow spoke, everyone was surprised. Genji Miyazo nodded slightly towards the scarecrow, as if he was not worried at all that he would die in this man's hands.
"Jiejie, let me, Qianhe Shishen, teach you your methods."
The scarecrow opened his mouth and then a solid shadow rose from the scarecrow into the sky.
This phantom covered the sky and blocked out the sun, and as soon as it appeared, the whole place was filled with a chill.
Even if this person is not a shikigami of the Eight Great Shrines, he is not far behind when you think about it, but compared with the old ghosts standing in front, he is still far behind. This kid is only a mere mortal martial saint.
Why did you let this brat take the lead? Aren't you afraid that I would kill him on the spot?
After thinking about it for a moment, Wang Tao suddenly understood. This old guy was sure that Cang Ranran was not him at all.
Not to mention that I had spoken to Genji Miyazo during the Thousand Miles Flying Sword Challenge, and the voice he used at that time was a male. Moreover, when carrying a nuclear bomb in space, even though he couldn't see his face clearly, he could still tell the difference between male and female.
Ha! No wonder Genji Miyazou dared to let this brat go into battle. He was obviously sure that this woman flying with a sword was a Xibei.
Even so, Wang Tao is really worried that Cang Ranran will not be able to defeat him if he really sends out a big ghost like Linghe Shikigami.
A mere brat with the peak strength of a martial saint just happened to vent his anger on Cang Ranran, but why did Cang Ranran come? It’s strange?
She doesn't think that because she has a body-protecting spiritual weapon, the whole of Japan can't do anything to her, right?
Childish? Naive?
Wang Tao thought with disdain, and saw the old ghost Qianhe flying into the sky and holding hands with Cang Ranran, who was wearing a black burqa.
"Hmph, even a mere wild ghost dares to block my aunt's way."
Cang Ranran smiled coldly, and as she spoke, she took out a spiritual weapon from her pocket, held it out in front of her, and a giant round shield immediately protected her inside.
She took out another small cauldron and threw it over her head. The cauldron suddenly enlarged and floated above her head, casting thousands of rays of light, protecting her within it.
She felt that this was not enough, so she took out a jade pendant from her pocket, crushed it gently, and the jade pendant turned into a colorful feather coat and covered her body.
"Hmm, or almost?"
Cang Ranran murmured to herself, and as soon as she finished speaking, everyone's face twitched, and they all looked at her with extremely weird expressions, throwing body protection spiritual weapons at themselves as if they were free of charge.
Is this really a spiritual weapon?
But seeing that these protective instruments are all very spiritual and intimidating, no one would believe them if they said otherwise.
Among the people who were awake at the scene, everyone except Wang Tao was shocked.
This is a spiritual weapon, not a water radish? You can have as many as you want.
Everyone looked surprised and didn't know what they were thinking.
"Huh! Forget it, I took out too much at once, it's a bit too high-profile."
Cang Ranran thought about it and felt that these spiritual weapons were enough.
After all, the opponent is a kid at the peak of the Martial Saint level, so he doesn't need too many defensive spirit treasures.
"Hmph, you're just a brat, let me electrocute you to death."
Cang Ranran saw the old ghost Qianhe standing in front of her, who was in a daze of surprise. She reached out and took out another staff from her pocket.
Just like back then, she faced a group of Japanese masters alone on the cruise ship.
"The power of thunder and lightning is for my use."
As Cang Ranran finished speaking, there was a piercing sound in the sky, and a bolt of lightning was produced out of thin air. Then the arc on the staff flashed, and soon Cang Ranran was also wrapped in it.
"Hiss, the power of thunder and lightning?"
Everyone exclaimed. The appearance of thunder and lightning immediately filled the surroundings with a strong and yang aura. Immediately, the surrounding wind dissipated, and the ghost body of the old ghost Qianhe trembled slightly, seeming a little scared.
The scarecrows on both sides of the courtyard of Onmyo Shrine seemed to be quiet, and the black air that had been floating away disappeared.
Thunder and lightning naturally restrain evil spirits, and as expected, as soon as the power of thunder and lightning appeared, all the evil spirits on the scene immediately became more benign.
"You can actually control thunder and lightning? What kind of strength is this?"
Count Sulla was a vampire, but when he faced thunder and lightning, his hair stood on end and he felt very uncomfortable all over.
"I'm afraid this is not China's martial arts power system, right?"
General Mike frowned and stared at the spiritual weapon on Cang Ranran's body, his eyes full of fire.
If all these spiritual weapons were sent to the American laboratory for research, they might be able to be analyzed and manufactured, and then each of the powerful transformers would be equipped with a few. By then, wouldn't it be easy for the United States to dominate the world?
"Yes, we have close ties with Chinese martial arts and are very good friends. I heard that this power system is called magic. I'm afraid it's not something from this world."
Bezov also opened his mouth in surprise, and was very curious about this prodigal woman.
What kind of force can produce so many spiritual weapons at once?
You must know that spiritual weapons are very rare in Blue Star. The spiritual weapons of some major forces are all given by the upper world, or bought and sold from Tiangongfang at a high price.
Could it be said that this person came from the upper world?
Father Guy, who had the same idea as Bezov, made the cross on his chest and his eyes were full of jealousy.
Ha! This little girl doesn’t have any skills, so she relies on her rich family background.
Tsk tsk, I took out four spiritual weapons at once, including a very rare defensive spiritual weapon. No one would believe this even if the family had no money.
Wang Tao thought about it, and his hot-eyed consciousness swept over. This time, his consciousness hit the colorful feathers and was bounced back.
Hey, this dress is interesting!
This is the first time that Wang Tao's consciousness has been bounced back by a piece of clothing.
Wang Tao was surprised when Cang Ranran suddenly moved.
"Judgment of Thunder—Spear."
As her words fell, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and then a dazzling bolt of lightning fell from the sky in the shape of a giant spear, stabbing Qianhe Old Ghost fiercely.
"snort."
The old ghost Qianhe looked ugly. The giant thunder spear struck, and an inexplicable palpitating feeling came to his heart.
He originally wanted to retreat, but now that he has volunteered to stand up, if he retreats easily, he will definitely be dissatisfied with the Onmyoji.
Alas! Why am I in such a hurry? Isn’t it nice to watch the fire from the other side?
It was too late for Qian He to regret it at this time, so he could only snort disdainfully and take the move even if he didn't want to.