Fu Yang, Wei Ke and Mr. Xiong relaxed their minds during this period and walked around the scenic spots in Edo Castle.
On the night of the tenth day, the voice of Sheba sounded in the minds of the three of them at the same time.
"You, my blood-contracted slaves, rush to the rooftop of the Roppongi Financial Building within an hour. The mission is about to begin! If successful, not only will you survive, but I will also dispel your spell and set you free.
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Then, it fell silent again.
Mr. Xiong rubbed the table, squinted his eyes and chuckled: "Finally we are going to take action! These idiots think they have enslaved us, but they don't know that they are being used as weapons by us. Hahaha! Fu Xiaozi is indeed shady.
"
Fu Yang took Wei Ke's hand and said, "Let's go. The show is about to begin! Let's just treat it as watching an interesting show."
After saying that, the three of them went to the place Xiba ordered...
Roppongi is one of the prosperous areas of Edo Castle. It is mainly a gathering place for the financial industry and banking industry. I don’t know how Shiba and others decided to gather everyone there.
Of course, Fu Yang and the three of them rushed over on time and reached the rooftop. The four Mayans hadn't arrived yet, but there were already more than 20 cultivators waiting there...
There are men and women, old and young. Not only Asians, but also Europeans and Americans.
Wei Ke said in a deep voice: "It seems that those Mayans really arrested cultivators at will in Edo City. They are really unscrupulous."
Fu Yang shrugged: "They are only staying in Japan for a short time anyway, and their goal is to break into the Edo Imperial Palace and seize the eight-foot magatama. The Japanese cultivating community will not notice it so quickly. Wait until they react.
, they left Japan long ago and returned to South America. This was a good plan."
These cultivators who had been enslaved by Xiba's magic had expressions of helplessness and anger on their faces when they saw Fu Yang and the others coming over.
One of the young white men with blond hair and blue eyes patted Fu Yang's shoulder familiarly: "Friend, you must have been enslaved by those hateful South American bad guys, right? Are you Chinese?"
That's right...
Fu Yang nodded, wondering what this guy wanted to do.
There was an expression of surprise on his face: "My name is James Brooke, and I am French. I have been fond of your Chinese culture since I was a child, and I also named myself Liu Aihua. Originally, this time I wanted to transfer from Japan to China.
I was just traveling for fun. Unexpectedly, I was captured by those nasty South Americans."
As he said this, the guy rolled up his sleeves and showed Fu Yang and the others the tattoos on his arms. They were several Chinese characters: benevolence, wisdom, propriety, righteousness, and trust!
Well……
Fu Yang was a little dumbfounded. He knew that there were people from Japan and Korea in China. Similarly, there were also people from "Hahua" abroad. Unexpectedly, he met a cultivator now.
And it seems that the strength is not weak - the magic pressure exuded from the body is equivalent to the level of Sanlu Zhenren. There is a faint dazzling light hidden deep in the body.
Fu Yang then said: "I heard that there are many factions in the Holy See, the largest force in the Western cultivation world. Your magic power is so radiant, maybe it is inherited from the legendary God of Light, right? You like China so much
, people from the Holy See don’t care?”
Yo!
Then Liu Aihua was surprised: "My friend, you have good eyesight. You can tell at a glance that I am from the Holy See's Hall of Light. However, what I like is my own business. No one can control me. Alas... let's not talk about this, the devil knows these things
What kind of airplanes do the poor people in America have? They can't beat them again and again, and they're so angry."
He looked downcast.
The more than 20 cultivators present were also helpless. But maybe they were not as cheerful and outgoing as Liu Aihua. In addition, they were in a bad mood after being enslaved by Xiba and other Mayans, so they did not come up to say hello...
Soon, an old voice containing powerful magic fell from the night sky.
"Hehehe... Yes, you are very aware of the current situation and did not run away. Otherwise, I am afraid that you would have been dead by now."
Fu Yang and others looked up together and saw four Mayans suspended high in the air like gods. Behind them were white wings condensed with mana.
Whoosh!
They folded their wings and landed with a crash.
Elder Simba stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, in the past ten days, we have arrested a total of twenty-five people. This is enough to activate the divine feather magic. Xiba, you have the greatest credit."
Xiba quickly said modestly: "It's all under the guidance of the elders, and with the help of Goba and Aba."
Elder Simba waved his hand: "Let's talk business first. Xiba, tell these slaves our plan later..."
"Yes. Elder!"
Therefore, Maya's Seven-Feathered Wise Man Sheba told Fu Yang and other twenty-five cultivators in detail their plan to break into the Edo Imperial Palace.
It turns out that the Mayans have a powerful forbidden technique called "Shen Yu Lian Shen Shu" - it can create a huge space bubble that shuttles through the gaps and faults of space!
As long as people hide in it, they can avoid powerful formations and restrictions and enter many secret places without being noticed.
Legend has it that this is because the highest god believed by the Mayans, Quetzalcoatl, has the power to control space! Therefore, if the four powerful Mayan wise men borrow Quetzalcoatl's feathers, they can briefly gain Quetzalcoatl's control of space.
The power to travel freely over short distances.
No matter how powerful the defensive formation of the Edo Imperial Palace is, they cannot stop them if they directly travel through the void and enter it!
hiss!
When the enslaved cultivators present heard this, they all took a breath of cold air and were shocked in their eyes: How amazing...
Even Fu Yang and Wei Ke were a little surprised. These remote indigenous cultivators in South America also had such magical and powerful supernatural powers. They were able to travel freely in the void. Although the time and distance were short, with the help of three seven
It is very rare for Yu Zhizhi and a divine slave to achieve this level.
Even in the Chinese cultivation world, magical powers and spells of this level are very rare!
But Mr. Xiong, the fat cat, folded his arms, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes. He muttered to himself: "Why does this weird ability sound familiar? It seems that many years ago... I met him
Once upon a time, a hateful guy had this kind of power to control space. But I couldn’t remember it for a while.”
Sheba continues to describe their plans...
Although Maya's Divine Feather Alliance magic is magical, it consumes a lot of mana! And the person who provides the mana cannot move. Therefore, when the time comes, enslaved practitioners like Fu Yang will be equivalent to mana fuel.
Under the command of Ba and Aba, a steady stream of mana was provided, allowing Elder Simba to take Xiba into the palace to find the eight-foot magatama.
The plan seems perfect, it just depends on the execution.
Cough cough cough...
Elder Simba was leaning on a cane and coughing slightly. His turbid gaze became as sharp as a knife at this moment, sweeping over every face. He said solemnly: "I know that you are also cultivators, and you have arrogance in your heart. You are enslaved by us.
, I feel unwilling to do so. But you should all be honest and don’t slack off later. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place. And if you succeed, you will be relieved of your status as slaves. Do you hear me clearly!"
Although they were not angry, these practitioners still nodded. Fu Yang and Wei Ke also pretended to be honest and said they would definitely obey the orders.