On the other hand, the Japanese Onmyoji, Makoshan, looked at him with a cold tone and said: "Since Qingqingjun doesn't trust my strength, how about we have a battle on the top of the mountain and on the cliff? Look at my Yin and Yang.
Master, am I really not in your eyes? I also know that the masters of the Wanshen Sect are as superior in strength as in their attitude."
This is the competition that Makangshan proposed on his own initiative!
After all, his family is also an Onmyoji family with a long history in Japan. As a direct descendant, Makurayama also has his own pride.
This time Zhao An asked him to cooperate. If the other partner looked down upon him, the operation might not proceed smoothly.
But for supernatural people like them, whoever has a big fist and a strong fist has the right to speak!
So after hearing Macangshan's request, Zhao An fell silent and did not speak.
The master craftsman in charge of the camp laughed loudly.
"Okay, okay! In this case, I want to see how good your Japanese spiritual world is. Is it worthy of our Pantheon Religion to cooperate with you? Let's do it, let's compete here."
Snap!
Makangshan suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand, exuding an intimidating aura.
He pointed with his right hand.
The female geisha paper shikigami flew towards Gen Wuqing, with an astonishing speed, like an offline arrow.
Enlisting shikigami is one of the most signature spell types of Japanese Onmyoji...
"Hmph! A small skill."
He snorted coldly and tossed his wide black sleeve robe.
Hooray!
A blood-red sleeve appeared out of thin air, like mist and wind. It rolled up in the air and rushed towards the geisha-like shikigami.
It didn't dodge or dodge, and a pair of red eyes drawn with cinnabar actually shot out two long beams of red light. They shot towards Huan Wuqing's bloody sleeves!
Puff puff...
There was a sound like ice and snow being burned by fire.
The two red lights collided and immediately fought each other, causing strong winds to roar all around. The green moist moss, lichens and other plants attached to the rocks were blown away.
Standing on the edge of the rock and close to the cliff, Huan Qingqing, the master of the general camp, was wearing a black robe that rustled in the wind. But his feet were as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.
"Since you still stand on the edge of the cliff so self-righteously, don't blame me if you fall!"
With a ferocious look on his face, Makangshan controlled the shikigami and rushed towards Huan Qingqing...
Seeing that the distance was very close, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a small capsule-like thing.
As soon as it leaves the mouth, it immediately explodes with a slight popping sound, and a large net appears in the white smoke. Like a bird, it spreads in a fan shape towards the oncoming shikigami.
This paper man shikigami is different from the disposable items summoned by the paper master. It seems to have relatively complete self-wisdom!
When he saw the net coming toward him, he actually let out a woman's voice and quickly backed away.
And during the process of dodging, he did not forget to launch a counterattack, kicking his legs in the air several times. Several long and narrow transparent wind blades actually appeared and killed him.
Huan Wuqing just raised his hand and put his arm directly in front of him to resist the shikigami's wind blade!
Sonorous, sonorous, sonorous...
There was a sound of sharp weapons cutting on metal.
It turns out that this guy has actually turned one of his arms into a steel arm. Let alone a magic and spiritual attack. Even a thermal weapon machine gun may not be able to break it!
After blocking the kamikaze blade with his steel right arm, he clenched his fist and waved it in the air.
Boom!
Suddenly a large amount of white smoke was ejected from his steel fist, condensing into a white fist the size of a millstone. It hit the shikigami who was still retreating...
boom!
This time, the opponent did not avoid it.
Being beaten back by Gen Wuqing, there was even a sound of paper being torn and broken, and some fine spider web-like cracks appeared on the body of the shikigami...
"Ryohime!"
Makangshan's expression changed, and he shouted worriedly.
It turns out that this shikigami has a name, it's called Ryohime.
The face of the shikigami was obviously drawn with pen and paper, but after being punched away, his expression changed, making him look a little angry.
It has to be said that the Japanese Onmyoji shikigami skills do have some skills.
"Okay, okay! Huan Qingqing, you forced me."
Makangshan fired the real fire, with a hint of anger on his face.
The folding fan on the palm of his hand has been retracted into the wide sleeves of his robe. He closed his hands and quickly formed seals with his ten fingers. His body exuded a mysterious aura.
At the same time, the shikigami Ryohime in the sky seemed to have merged with Mount Makura in a mysterious aura.
He also made the same movement with his hands in the air.
Then he spoke at the same time and said a Japanese curse. If translated into Chinese, it would be...
"Six rays of light!"
Buzz!!!
A trembling sound sounded in the void.
I saw a silver-white circular halo emerging from the surface of the boulder protruding from the top of the mountain in front of me. In the halo, there was a huge six-pointed star pattern.
The exact center of the six-pointed star and halo is exactly where Huan Qingqing stands.
Countless silver threads grew out like vines. The speed was astonishing. In less than half a second, Huan Qingqing's whole body was wrapped tightly around him.
Just like a mummy!
Moreover, there were several light beam-like things that blocked his body from different directions, preventing him from moving.
"Our Japanese Onmyoji can't just use shikigami."
Seeing Huan Qingwu who seemed to have lost his fighting power, Makangshan sneered.
Zhao An next to him was a little surprised when he saw this scene.
He is clear about the strength of Makangshan.
As the designated next heir of the Makura family, he is certainly not weak. He is roughly equivalent to the middle stage of Shi Lu Zhenren in the Chinese Taoist system. He can already be called a very powerful person in the supernatural world.
But...does the master general of the "Wanshen Cult" known as the dark side of Chinese civilization only have this little strength?
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from Huan Wuqing's mouth, which was wrapped like a white mummy.
"Hahaha! Not bad, the boy from Japan's Asakura family has some impressive magic skills. He can actually restrain my first form, which is enough to qualify for this cooperation. Perhaps, Lian Zhao
You yourself don’t even know what the power you possess by chance actually means! Only I, the Pantheon Cult, can truly possess and understand it.”
Huan Qingqing didn't feel depressed or dejected at all about defeat, and his tone was still very arrogant.
It's like a superior person's reluctant recognition of a person whose strength is barely enough to reach the eyes of the law. (First update! I also recommend a friend's book, "Mr. Yin Yang: Haunted by Hundreds of Ghosts". If you have friends who are short of books, you can go