In the spacious hall, more than a dozen people lined up in a row, shouting passionate slogans and walking in uniform goose steps.
Their faces were full of enthusiasm, and they looked with admiration at the bored beauty in ancient costume who sat lazily on the throne, holding her chin in one hand and playing with an ancient jade with the other.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to sing a song for you!"
Liu Shengyiru, who was walking at the front of the crowd, fell down in front of the throne in a very funny manner and shouted to Zhou Ming full of reverence.
Zhou Ming sighed, waved his hand listlessly, and acquiesced to Liu Sheng's request.
"Thank you, my most respected Majesty!"
Yagyu Yiru was in great spirits. He raised his legs alternately and danced like a crab. He swung his hands around like holding maracas and simulated the sound of "swish, swish" in his mouth. His movements were exaggerated and his expressions were even more...
exaggerate.
“Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!”
Yagyu Yiru stepped on the rhythmic drums and sang loudly: "hey young man! i said young man! pick yourself off the ground, i said young man..."
Whoosh!
Behind Yagyu Iru, four people suddenly jumped out and lifted up their shirts, revealing their strong muscles. Everyone performed a standard muscle-flexing movement, with abnormal smiles and salty eyes. The muscles on their bodies moved rhythmically to the song.
Jump around and keep changing positions to show off different muscle groups...
"Fuck!" Zhou Ming was so frightened that he trembled all over. He threw away the ancient jade he was playing with, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Stop, stop, stop!"
The ancient jade fell to the ground with a crisp "ding" sound, and was seen by Kaka who happened to walk in.
"F*ck!" Kaka exclaimed and rushed forward to pick up the ancient jade.
"Wow, Boss Zhou, why don't you take it out on this thing if you failed in the practice? This is one of the three Japanese artifacts, the eight-foot magatama! Even if we don't need it ourselves, we can take it back to the main god space and sell it to the little one.
You are a friend from a neighboring country who is living a good life! You can sell it for a high price."
Kaka held the emerald green chili-shaped magatama and exclaimed repeatedly.
Zhou Ming shrugged, looking indifferent.
"Look at these people, not only have they not turned into what I wanted, but they have all become mentally retarded and old."
She pointed at the "martial arts masters" who were still looking at her with admiration, as if they could do anything for her immediately as long as she gave an order.
These people are all volunteers who came to Kyoto these days and "willingly" used them as materials for Zhou Ming to practice the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra.
Of course, Zhou Ming couldn't waste it. He rewrote their wills and edited their memories over and over again. In the end, it ended up like this. Even Zhou Ming himself was a little confused about how many messy memories he had compiled for them.
"I hit it off with the Yagyu God of Killing. When I originally wanted to meet again, I gave these people to him to show my friendliness and give him a ride."
"Then look at what they are like now, how can I show Yagyu the God of Killing? Should I send the God of Killing Yagyu away as soon as we meet? This is too rude!"
Kakaxin said that you are killing people but also killing your heart, it is simply too vicious.
At least he still kept his sense and did not really say this. Instead, he changed the topic and said: "Yagyu Killer God has not shown up for so many days. Is there a possibility that he doesn't care about these people at all?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Zhou Ming said flatly: "If he doesn't care about Liu Shengyiru and so many Japanese martial arts comrades, doesn't he care about the entire Japanese world?"
"Wait another three days. If the Yagyu Killing God has not appeared in three days, we will set off and go around several islands in Japan. Sooner or later, we will be able to kill him until he can't help but jump out!"
"Wow, Boss Zhou, are you serious?" Kaka was so shocked that he almost jumped up and asked hesitantly: "Didn't you say that your soul enhancement has reached the upper limit? You can't accommodate any more, so why do you still need it?
Do you need to put in more effort?"
Soul cultivation, in addition to strengthening the soul, refining the soul, and reassuring the soul, also requires specific strengthening methods to strengthen the physical body so that the physical body can carry an increasingly powerful soul.
Zhou Ming's soul now has the level of eight hundred human souls. His soul is condensed, and he has the tranquilizing fruit he got from the ghost doctor to soothe his soul. His soul cultivation is going smoothly. The only limitation is the strength of his physical body.
With Zhou Ming's current body, the limit is the ability to carry a thousand souls. Once it exceeds a thousand souls, the body will be crushed by the souls, and then he will become a lonely ghost. Without the protection of the body, the soul will not last long before it will dissipate.
Clean and tidy.
If Zhou Ming hadn't killed one city after another to improve his soul, how could he be bored waiting here for the Yagyu Killer God?
"I'm just idle, killing for fun." Zhou Ming smiled and said in a frivolous tone.
‘Good fellow, it’s common to see a living Madonna, but it’s really uncommon to see a living King of Hell!’ Kaka cursed in his heart.
"By the way, we have turned this palace upside down in the past few days and found all the valuable treasures. How about it? How many of them were identified?"
"How many good things are there?" Kaka said with a grimace: "After looking around, these so-called three artifacts are worth a lot of money. We still can't identify the effects. We can only wait until we return to the main god space to find a way.
Let someone identify it.”
"After all, it is a small country, what good things can it have?" Zhou Ming sneered, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, touching his smooth chin, thoughtfully.
"There are not many good things in Japan, but there are many good things in our vast Central Plains! Anyway, the Emperor of Da Qi is stupid and ignorant, and his life is a waste of air. Why don't we two teams work together, rush into the capital, kill the Dog Emperor, and loot the country?
How about Qi Huang Palace?"
'What the hell...I take back what I just said, you are not the living King of Hell! You are the King of Hell, and I have to have you tattooed on your back!'
Kaka kept complaining in his heart, waved his hands and laughed dryly: "No, no, our main mission is to protect the Dragon Vein after all. No one can say whether the Emperor of Da Qi has anything to do with the Dragon Vein!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "If our main mission fails by then, then it will be a waste of time and money!"
He was really afraid that the leader in front of him would get hot and fly back to the Central Plains to kill the Emperor of Da Qi, so he could only bring out his entire team to calm down Zhou Ming.
"That's right, after all, your main mission..." Zhou Ming murmured to himself, a pair of starry eyes flickering, as if he was planning something very dangerous.
Kaka swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly felt something bad in her heart.
"Boss Zhou, you don't really have such thoughts, do you?"
"How could it be!" Zhou Ming said with a serious expression on his pretty face, "I am that kind of person!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her big eyes flickered again, and she changed her tone and said, "But if, I mean if, if your main mission fails, what will you do?"
'You also said you have no ideas!' Kaka was shocked, thoughts were racing in his mind, he cleared his throat, and then said: "Actually, it is not unacceptable for us to fail in the main mission. There have been other teams that have paid enough efforts before.
The price is such that we give up the main mission."
He emphasized the words "sufficient price".
"Really?" Zhou Ming chuckled: "It is indeed an eight-star team, worth learning from, hahahaha..."
"Excellent, hahahaha."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The two people looked at each other like crazy and laughed loudly. The row of "martial arts masters" stared at each other and laughed along with them. For a while, the hall was filled with cheerful air.
Suddenly, Zhou Ming and Kaka's laughter stopped.
Both of them turned their heads to look outside the hall, and saw a figure quickly approaching from the sky.
"It's finally here." Seeing that figure, Kaka did not panic, but breathed a sigh of relief.
Good guy, come and die quickly, don't let this little auntie bother you!
Zhou Ming looked at Kaka strangely, who was fussing to the side: "What's wrong? The God of Death Yagyu has changed a bit, so it won't make you so nauseous, right?"
Kaka: "..."
The figure of Yagyu the God of Killing fell from the air like catkins, and his whole image and temperament changed drastically: his black hair turned into silver threads, white clothes, and white hair, with a sad and decadent beard, his eyes were melancholy, and his temperament was withered and withered, like
The fallen leaves in autumn have no vitality at all, and the domineering spirit that I once had is completely gone.
"Are you sure this is a change?" Kaka was dumbfounded.
Zhou Ming looked disdainfully, with a frivolous look on his face: "Youngyouyou, isn't this a master of the sword? I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you acting like this?"
The deathly eyes of Yagyu God of Death glanced behind Zhou Ming. A group of martial arts masters led by Yagyu Yiru were all opening their mouths in silly laughter, and they had not yet recovered from their laughter.
There was a wave of confusion in Ba Dao's eyes, and his eyes shifted and fell back on Zhou Ming.
"Ba Dao is dead." He said slowly.
You chose your idol! Kaka wanted to follow this sentence, but he didn't dare for fear of being beaten.
"Ah? Who the hell are you?" Zhou Ming asked unceremoniously.
I don’t know! Kaka wanted to add another sentence, but also didn’t dare to say it, for fear of being beaten even harder.
"My hope is shattered, my life is useless, my heart is as hopeless as death, my emotions are dead, my nature is dead, I am... the ultimate sword!"
The Yagyu Killing God's body suddenly erupted with an aura of all things dry and extinct.
The next moment, Zhou Ming unsheathed his sword, and the Nine Yin Xuantian Sword's sword energy was powerful, heading straight towards the Yagyu Killing God.
The aura of Yagyu God of Killing gathered in an instant, turning into a sword of annihilation, locking the target, and slashing down with the intention of the sword.
The sword cuts the body, the heart cuts the soul?
When everything in front of him was shrouded in darkness and all vision was lost, this sentence suddenly popped into Kaka's mind.
Then, the second sentence that popped into his mind was: Damn, why is Yagyu’s target of killing the god me!
All thoughts of defense, counterattack, or other ideas had no time to arise. Yagyu's killing god's sword only gave him time for two thoughts.
Then, his consciousness fell into eternal nothingness.
