No matter how unwilling he was, Kamekura Yusaku still silently accepted the fact that the Japanese spiritual world had been completely defeated and the Self-Defense Forces were strictly ordered not to provoke. Almost, this is the worst situation that Japan as a country can encounter in the face of a supernatural group like the Druid Council. When Kamekura Yusaku learned that two groups of druids had forced the prime minister to order the withdrawal of the Self-Defense Forces with extremely harsh methods, he really felt uncomfortable.

What kind of mobility, what kind of freedom, and what kind of magnanimous leadership are required to threaten the lives of millions of people in Tokyo, or simply to the security of the entire Japanese archipelago, to be allowed to do such a thing?

At the same time as all this happened, the formation breaking team, which was not affected by the outside world in the slightest, had already broken into the camp step by step to a place less than 100 meters away from the formation node. If it weren't for the Soul Chasing Scepter that resisted most of the attacks, and if it weren't for the seemingly inexhaustible power of nature of Sophocles, he would never have progressed so quickly.

At the beginning, Sophocles was still thinking about Sun Digui's reminder and kept a little strength, but as he entered the formation deeper and deeper, the figures of the Japanese cultivators had been thrown into the middle of nowhere. The increasing complexity of the formations, the increasing frequency and strength of the attacks, the increasingly complex and strange attack methods, and the endless suicidal attacks of the animals in the forest all made Sophocles unable to spare his hands any longer. As a result, everyone suddenly discovered that if Sophocles didn't keep at least half of his hand just now, then he was the kind of breed that had a huge difference between the performance of full strength and leaving one hand.

Sun Digui pointed at the formation nodes visible to the naked eye with the soul chasing scepter. It was a huge stone monument with thick black vines entwined around the outside. A silver-blue lightning bolt followed Sun Digui down and landed on the stone tablet with the head of the Soul Chaser Scepter. The vines that were wrapped around the stele burned and peeled off the stele. I saw the contents of the stele clearly. Sun Dizhu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the guy who laid out the formation back then would have such a skill, and actually moved the tomb of a samurai from the Warring States period in Japan here. "Yokoyama Jubei" doesn't know what kind of powerful character it is. But since this formation can be set up with his tomb as the core, it must not be very bad.

"Be careful, it's supposed to be zombies. Sun Digui hurriedly reminded everyone. Sun Digui is not too worried about things like zombies, whether in the East or West, this kind of undead creatures have obvious weaknesses. It's still daytime anyway, and although the impact of sunlight and the like on zombies may not be very great in this gloomy formation, it has some effect.

It's not hard to see how zombie-infested graves were moved here. Back then, so many Japanese cultivators died for the formation, but death was only part of it. For the vast majority of cultivators, the survival of the sect is much more important than the survival of the individual, and those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the formation may not be willing to come up with a sufficient amount of magic weapons to strengthen the formation.

As soon as Sun Digui finished speaking, the stone tablet shattered, the mound of earth on the ground was arched, and a zombie in the shape of a samurai in black tattered armor crawled out of the tomb. Zombies emit a rancid scent. The two rotten and extremely clean eye sockets lit up with two ghostly deep lights.

Sun Digui didn't take this kind of zombie too seriously. No matter how angry the guy is in life, how powerful a zombie he wants to become after death also depends on the acquired conditions, the geography of mountains and rivers, the five elements of yin and yang, feng shui, etc. Even when there is a special celestial phenomenon after being buried, etc., may affect the strength of a zombie. This kind of zombie that can be relocated and can be used as a formation node is probably very aggressive, but if it is powerful, it may not be so.

Sun Digui took out two bottles of holy water from his leather pouch, unscrewed the caps and threw them at the zombies. The holy water made by Sun Digui himself was not as beautifully packaged as the jar of holy water that Zuo Lin asked Chengchi to bring, and it was packed in a simple plastic bottle from Nongfu Spring, anyway, the holy water worked the same. The bottle of holy water swirled and splashed bits and pieces of holy water, and when it touched the ground, it actually sizzled like sulfuric acid, corroding the ground and emitting curling white smoke. The zombies clanged towards the druids, one long and one short, and the "Yokoyama Jubei" flashed a bottle of holy water, while another bottle of holy water smashed accurately on the head. The original rotten and blackened head suddenly rose in smoke, and the Yokoyama Ten Guards let out an extremely sharp and terrifying howl, and the pain was terrible.

Pauletta and Murray just wanted to rush up, but Sun Digui immediately stopped: "Don't get close, leave it to me." There is no solution to the corpse poison. ”

The corpse poison is not really unsolvable, but at this time, Sun Digui does not have the drugs and props at hand, in case Pauletta and Murray are infected with the corpse poison, there will be a lot of trouble. Sun Digui threw several spells in a row, and the vines on the ground restricted the zombie's movement, although the zombie broke several vines in a row with huge strength, and rushed to a place less than 20 meters away from Sun Digui, but at this moment, the zombie had no less than 20 rattans of different thicknesses wrapped around its body, completely exceeding the power limit of this zombie that basically only had physical attacks. The rattan tied the zombie into a large zigzag on the ground, and Sun Digui took out a cross made of peach wood from his arms and threw it on the zombie, took out a bottle of holy water, and poured it on it. Sun Digui chanted a long passage of the Bible in Latin, and a faint holy light came out of his back and shone through the trees, projecting directly onto the zombies.

This zombie, which had not yet had time to exert its power, was simply "purified".

The zombies were wiped out, and the surrounding yin energy immediately began to subside. Although the other three nodes of the formation were surging with endless power, Sophocles had already taken advantage of the moment when the zombie fell to unleash the force of nature with all his might, consolidating the surrounding space and cleaning it back into a normal forest. In the confrontation between mana and mana, distance is a very important variable, and when Sophocles fixed the results of his Great Rejuvenation with the incomparably strong force of nature, and was still gradually expanding outward, the influence of the other three nodes on this place was almost negligible.

When the accumulated yin qi was swept away by the sunlight, and when the yin spirits and ghosts hovering in the air were absorbed by the soul chaser scepter, they could finally see clearly the towering giant tree that condensed the lives of several druids by being suppressed and surrounded in the center of the formation.

Perhaps because of the pressure from one direction, the branches of the giant tree made a garling sound, poking out a little in this direction, and let everyone see the appearance of the giant tree more clearly. The giant tree exhibits a different kind of toughness, from the trunk to each branch, three bundles of branches are wound into a spiral. Each leaf is oblong in exactly the same size, reflecting a green, metallic sheen. Walking towards the giant tree, the branches of the giant tree hung down one by one, stretching a few meters above them. Perhaps sensing the familiar fluctuations of the power of nature, the giant tree stood silently without attacking or defending.

Sun Digui and Sophocles took the lead and walked all the way to the center of the canopy. The location of the trunk. At the base of the trunk of a tree as thick as six people hugging, in a depression under a naturally occurring knot, three small piles of stones were neatly stacked, and at the top of the pile, a slightly larger white stone with the name and position engraved on it: "Billups the Tree", Pierce the Horse, Michael the Cat...... The elder "Cedar" Billups has given many people guidance and help. In addition to being a capable druid, "Ma" Pierce is also a famous landscape photographer, while "Cat" Michael, an American who has been in the U.S. Army in six capacities for almost 40 years, and Sun Digui has also met in Burma.

"What about the others?" Sun Digui was a little remorseful, he didn't think that his choice to come to Japan was wrong, but he really shouldn't have lived in seclusion for decades. But after all, he already has the age of Ben 200, and the vicissitudes of life and death. Watching the death of one friend after another had sharpened his heart strong enough, and he quickly recovered from his sadness. After a slight turn of thought, Sun Digui began to sing the classic song.

As a literacy textbook for druids to learn universal druids and spell druids, as a basis for cultivating the power of nature, and as the first step to strengthen their own spiritual cultivation, there is hardly a druid who has not studied classical songs. When they grow into powerful druids, everyone has a leisure, and the melody that permeates their minds is still a classic song. When the faint, melancholy tone of the song sounded, and when Sun Digui's desolate voice spread the epic song throughout the space, changes were quietly happening.

The giant tree seemed to be a little pleased, its branches creaking and swaying, and some of the dust that had accumulated on the branches fell in a flutter. What is even more unimaginable is that there is also a bird's nest, and a lark chirps a few times, and then jumps on Sun Digui's shoulder and screams at Sun Digui's ear, as if complaining that their arrival has disturbed its life. The little beasts and birds hidden in the corners of the giant tree stood on the branches one after another, looking at these first guests in decades, looking at these guys with a close aura on their bodies.

Pauletta wrapped the lark in both hands and gently slipped it into her jacket pocket. When he looked up at the canopy of trees that seemed to be a green firmament, he saw several huge cocoons of strange shapes, pushed out of the luxuriant foliage.

The silk on the outside of the cocoon was actually materialized by the power of nature, and now, a faint green light flashed line by line, dissolving into the air.

There are a total of 7 cocoons, and 7 druids are still alive. This figure was far more optimistic than all of them expected, and it also somewhat relieved Sun Digui. Hibernation preserves the youth and abilities of these druids to the maximum, and although they have almost exhausted the natural power in their bodies, they have barely had the opportunity to replenish it over the years, but they have all survived.

Charlotte the Sheep, Cartier the Fox, Hansa the Poplar, Rai the Pigeon, Zebel the Jellyfish, Squim the Wolf, Monica the Ivy...... They have finally woken up from decades of nightmares. Their faces are almost still fixed as they were back then, and there is a hint of relief and a hint of happiness in their eyes, but they are still gentle and plain.

"You're finally here......" Monica, who woke up first, sat down against the trunk of a tree with Murray's support, "what time is it?"