With a "click", Bishamon's Yaksha mask shattered and fell in half.

As if alarmed by the sound of shattering, the castle tower in front of the Bisha Gate all turned into dust and dispersed, and the gimbal was neatly split in half from the place where it was not in the center, and Takamagahara, hidden in the sky, was torn open with a hideous gap.

As far as the eye can see, stretching for thousands of miles in front of the Bisha Gate, whether it is the tangible Shenxiang or the intangible cloud, all of them have been broken into two, the Skynet has long disappeared, and the castle towers killed along the way are countless, and even several gods have died.

Jianyu Thunder God blinked, seemed to be a little shocked, and a little emotional: "Tearing the heavens and the earth, should it be said that it is worthy of Bishamentian, or is it worthy of the name of the burial vessel?" ”

The earth god of Gagu smiled bitterly: "The burial vessel has been sealed for thousands of years, not to mention that the tenacity of Gao Tianyuan today is comparable to that of the gods during the war, although the burial vessel is indeed terrifying, but the essence of the knife cut out by Bishamen Tian is the boundary line, and what is even more terrifying is the weighing instrument." ”

Jianyu Thunder God retracted his surprise, shook his head, and unconsciously lifted the hilt of the knife: "Obviously, Huang Yun is more suitable for the name of tearing heaven and earth. ”

Huang Yun Juling reacted from his stunned moments, glanced at each other, and had to smile bitterly.

The time when this Daoist of Bishamen Heaven became an artifact was less than half a year.

Bishamen gasped, wiped the blood from his face indifferently, and asked, "Heng, what about the warlock?" ”

Wang Heng felt that using the boundary line would make people a little tired for the first time, but his spirit was unexpectedly excited, and he still replied in a clear manner: "We left when we were trapped by Skynet, and we seemed to see this knife in the back, so we fled, and the direction was northwest." “

Wang Heng said and pointed out the direction in the mental image.

Because the target is the warlock, Wang Heng pays attention to his actions whenever he wants.

If it weren't for the reluctance of the sword to turn in the warlock's direction just now, he wouldn't mind killing him like that.

Although he didn't expect the power to be exaggerated to this extent.

Bishamen nodded, and flew quickly in the direction that Wang Heng was pointing.

Only the slowly crumbling PTZ and the gods who are immortal and terrified are left behind.

……

Hirazaka, Bishamon tracked down to the final location of the Warlock.

When she arrived, the warlock had already rushed through the gates of Yellow Springs.

Here is the boundary that separates yin and yang.

It's where Izanami and Izanagi are apart.

It is the boundary between the land of reeds and the country of roots.

Although he was a little uneasy, Bishamen took a deep breath and said, "Let's go." ”

Having come to the point where we are now, it is just wishful thinking to retreat.

Presumably, Takamagahara was at the climax of the rebirth of the gods at this time.

In this way, no matter what her purpose is, it is now completely against the sky.

Pushing open the heavy stone door carved with intricate inscriptions, Bishamon stepped inside.

There is no Santu River in the stone gate, there is no Sansheng Stone, and there is no Meng Po and her soup.

Only the black, rock-paved passages resemble a cave with seven seals.

Qiqi frowned, but did not speak.

Wang Heng calmly scanned the surrounding environment, reconstructing it in his mental image, and Bishamen strode forward without hesitation.

After about twenty minutes of walking, we reached the end.

A long case, a screen, and a woman sitting upright.

The woman looked at them curiously, blinked, and said, "Are you here to accompany me?" ”

As soon as the words sounded, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him!

Bishamon turned slightly sideways with an expressionless face, and grabbed the sharp weapon that pierced the sky with his left hand.

Then I was stunned.

It was the sword that cut through her hand.

The warlock let out a low laugh, let go of his sword, and slammed into the back of Bishamon.

Bishamon grabbed the sword and felt bad, and immediately lunged forward, but was still struck by a tin staff from the warlock.

To be precise, it was the divine cloak that hit the Seven Weapons.

Heart like the world, Wang Heng stared at seven silently.

The little girl was stunned, and her eyes suddenly burned with boiling murderous intent.

"Kill!"

Seven screamed, and boundless locusts came out.

Wang Heng subconsciously stopped her.

Seven looked at him with a hideous face: "You want to help him?" ”

Wang Heng frowned.

The name of Seven is on the face, and it can be seen at a glance that there is no crack.

"Are you alright?" Wang Heng stared at Seven.

Seven's brows locked: "How can something happen to me?" With such a weak blow? ”

Wang Heng was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Do you know how you died?" And also...... Real name? ”

Seven grinned with a bloodthirsty grin: "Of course I remember, I died while killing the dog things in the sky. ”

"As for the name, I've long forgotten it."

Wang Heng nodded: "I understand." ”

Then Bishamon breathed a sigh of relief.

If she could, she didn't want to die of Qiqi, especially in painful memories.

Then she looked at the warlock with a cold gaze and stepped out.

"Let me see which god is killing his kind."

The warlock did not stop him, and was directly torn off his divine robe by Bishamon.

Under the god's clothes, he is a middle-aged uncle with a face full of vicissitudes.

He smiled: "Yo, Bishamentian, we finally met!" ”

The smile is sunny as if they are old friends.

Bishamen pursed his lips and slashed it with a knife!

Severed one of the Warlock's hands.

Blood splattered.

The warlock snorted in pain, then revealed a sadistic smile: "Yes! That's how it feels! ”

Then he roared: "Come on! Go on! Two more knives! ”

Bishamon's face twitched, and he didn't hesitate to cut it down again!

But he was entangled in a bundle of black hair.

A woman who has only said a word and never spoke.

The woman smiled and said, "Feel free to torture, but if he dies, I'll feel a little headache." ”

Bishamen had already guessed her identity.

Izanami.

Lord of the Yellow Springs.

I just didn't expect her to help the Warlock.

But it was debatable to say that she was with the Warlock, after all, she allowed Bishamon to cut off his arm.

The warlock laughed "haha", laughing so hard that tears came out, and then coughed up blood.

Bishamen sighed and said, "Heng, although I want to ask him as soon as I see him...... Do you have any brothers? ”

Wang Heng frowned: "You know, I can't have it." ”

Bishamen nodded: "It's really unlikely." ”

Then she turned to look at Izanami, "So you've become Heng?" ”

Izanami smiled charmingly, "Why, you just saw in me the person you care about the most." ”

Bishamon choked.

She paused: "So why are you stopping me?" ”

Izanami playfully stroked her lips and blinked, "yes, why?" ”

To be honest, after knowing that Izanami was his own appearance in Bishamon's eyes, Wang Heng felt that her charming movements were a little strange.

Bishamon frowned.

Behind him, the warlock's hoarse laughter came: "Of course the losers have to huddle together to keep warm." ”