Defeating Otakemaru, the young master of Kaiguo, is the only goal for Kyoto.
A gust of wind blew. It was normal at first, but gradually, the wind began to increase. At this time, everyone noticed something strange. All the top experts in the sky stopped because someone was coming.
Fengshen Yimulian appears.
The clouds in the distant sky dispersed, and a figure came riding on the wind. The clouds and mist wrapped around him, like a man with wandering clouds and wild cranes in the countryside.
Everyone recognized at a glance that this was the Lord God of Qijiao Mountain.
Qianchen saw this person for the first time and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
By now, the internal energy in his body has been completely exhausted, his arms are numb, and his whole body does not have much strength.
He took a short rest to recover his strength.
Otakemaru looked at the countless strong men on the opposite side and said coldly and proudly: "It should have been like this a long time ago. It saves me the trouble of solving them one by one."
The Wind God Ichimokuren has been looking for the forest king Shanfeng recently. Due to the sudden disappearance of Xun, there is no trace of him. Qijiao Mountain is without the forest king. He cannot make decisions on many things, and it coincides with the attack of the sea country.
He was out of town at the time, which allowed Hai Guo to take advantage of a loophole.
At this moment, he was rushing back and came to Kyoto as soon as possible. It seemed that it was not too late. Fortunately, he did not miss the most important final battle. Otherwise, Ichimokuren would probably regret it for the rest of his life.
Ichimokuren was originally a god, but because of that incident, he was transformed from a god to a demon. He stayed with the wind dragon all day long and ignored worldly affairs. A strand of hair hung down from his forehead, covering one eye.
His long hair was fluttering in the breeze, revealing his empty right eye.
It really surprised everyone that Ichimokulian actually had one eye.
Over the course of hundreds of years, the God of Wind has lost its former glory. The once magnificent shrine has collapsed and become dilapidated, with only the last rotten pillar remaining.
Even so, he still protects his believers, day after day, year after year, but no one comes to the shrine anymore, and people have forgotten the wind god.
Without believers, he has lost his qualifications as a god.
In the end, Ichimokuren chose to degenerate into a demon and became the demon god of wind. He no longer had the power to bring blessings to his people. But he still hoped to use his own power to continue to protect everyone. Even as a demon, he
I will continue to protect the place where I once was.
Ichimokulian stood solemnly above the wind dragon, his eyes were cold and he looked down upon all things.
He came after all, for the believers and for the so-called destiny.
Ichimokuren stood silently beside the Pavilion Master and others, it goes without saying that his actions speak for themselves.
The Pavilion Master looked around and said, "Everyone, no matter how this battle ends, just do your best."
Everyone nodded in acquiescence.
Immediately, the Pavilion Master took a step forward, and there was a faint purple light flickering all over his body, and suddenly a dragon's roar resounded throughout the surrounding area.
The rest of the people also set off and dispersed into a circle, surrounding Otake Maru.
The nine tails behind Tamamo are swaying, the purple-clothed man's momentum is gradually increasing, Ponyo is blessing the blue water curtain for everyone, Shuten Doji, and Ibaraki Doji are working together to deliver the final blow.
The wind god Ichimokuren stood proudly on the wind dragon with an indifferent look. When the wind dragon moved, the wind and clouds suddenly gathered. Ichimokuren waved his hand gently, and the wind talisman surrounded him, blessing himself. This is the wind shield. Similarly, it also provides
The rest blessed the wind shield.
He patted the wind dragon on the head and took the lead in attacking. The divine dragon under his feet shot straight into the sky in an instant, and a storm suddenly appeared in the sky. The wind dragon has such magical power, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a divine dragon.
"The wind stops and the blue dragon falls!"
The wind turns into a shield, and the wind rises into a blade, just in one thought.
Wind God Cang Feng's eyes were constantly moving with his hands. He was condensing wind talismans to attack.
All of a sudden, all kinds of wind talismans poured out.
Earth-covering power emerged from Otakemaru's body. This unique and powerful defensive technique was able to withstand the storm attack of the Ichimonren Wind Dragon.
As for those wind spells, he wielded his sword and easily broke them.
"Come on, everyone!" Otakemaru said lightly.
In an instant, everyone else took action.
The man in purple is looking for an opportunity to get up close and kill him with one strike.
The demon tail reappeared behind Jintian Yuzao, and fox fire enveloped his body. At a certain moment, the nine tails of Fentian roared out.
At the same time, the door of Ibaraki Doji's purgatory opened wide, ghost flames surged, the hand of hell suddenly appeared from the door, and the huge ghost hand grabbed Otakemaru.
Shuten Doji's ghost gourd simultaneously sprayed ghost fire. The huge ghost gourd was suspended behind him. A symbol flashed faintly on the ghost gourd. Upon closer inspection, it was the character "Liquor". It turned out that this was still a drunkard's gourd.
There seems to be endless demonic fire inside, which is also the anger of a drunken boy.
After Jinyu Ji blessed everyone through the water curtain, she stood on the top of the waves and called on the power of the huge waves to roll towards the center.
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Otakemaru watched all this, the eight-foot jade sword was shining, and the dazzling light was as dazzling as a star. To describe it as "bright light" is really appropriate.
Then, everything was invisible, even Qianchen's spiritual vision was invisible. The figures in the sky disappeared and were swallowed up by the shining energies of various colors.
When everything finally converges to a certain point, the world becomes silent, the sound disappears, and the void continues to turmoil.
There was a strange change in the sky, a black crack suddenly opened, and there seemed to be a clicking sound. The world seemed to have entered the Age of Ending Dharma and was about to be destroyed.
Countless people opened their eyes wide with fear, this...
In fact, all this is an illusion, just because the energy fluctuations are too terrifying and have interfered with everyone's sight and thinking.
When everything returned to calm, the black cracks in the void matched up, the wind and waves disappeared, everything was as before, without any changes, only the people on the city guard were stunned.
In the safe Kyoto, at the East Gate of Qinglong, and at the top of the city guard, everyone is still standing there, still in shock, and has not yet recovered.
Suddenly, the sky turned red. Was it crying from the sky? Was it a vision? Or was it the last fire of life? No one noticed it at first, but after a while, many people became afraid, fearing that something they least wanted to see would happen.
situation.
The sky is filled with red light. Could this be everyone's sunset glow, or someone... No matter what the situation is, it is not what everyone wants to see. The vast sky is like a blank picture scroll with ink being splashed wantonly, and the red glow is on it.
It spreads and becomes lighter.
A figure suddenly appeared, followed by several figures, but it was too far away, and for a moment it was impossible to recognize who it was.
Qianchen's pupils shrank suddenly, who is it?
Four or five figures were falling, and it was not until they were almost on the ground that Qianchen could clearly see who they were.
The one who dropped the fastest was the man in purple, followed by Tamamo-mae, the two pavilion masters, and the same goes for Jinyu Ji. She has not grown up yet, so it is really a bit reluctant to enter this kind of battle situation.