"Xiao?"

Feeling the extraordinary power of the waves, Tachishi Xiao bit her lip tightly, she looked at the cloaked man with her spare eyes, the muscles of her whole body suddenly tensed, she couldn't be nervous, she couldn't be nervous, she couldn't be nervous, there was a divine tree here, it would be fine.

The fake four-elephant seal has no effect, it just looks good on the lower abdomen.

What Mizuno really wants is to give Jing Dun to Tateishi Xiao's body, Jing Dun, a ninjutsu that is highly ornamental and will disrupt the financial order, is still in the hands of the government, after all, in the reincarnation of leeks, the government has a mature system.

"You bastard, you've been watching from the sidelines?" Heijie's voice was trembling, it was doing a tense rally with the Four Elephant Seals, and if it lost, it would be sealed in the body of this little girl, a great shame.

"No, no, I just saw that you had the ability to deal with these fish and shrimp so I didn't make a move, and I thought that you could easily solve it by dividing five by two." The cloaked man let out a quick laugh, "But you're capsized in the gutter now." ”

The distraction body that was casting the Four Elephant Seals was powerless to contain the cloaked man, and the black body and the distraction were resisting it.

The cloaked man who had been lying in ambush was the Yellow Sparrow, and he only shot at such a critical moment of equilibrium.

"How's that, have you thought it through? I'll help you deal with this immortal distraction, don't forget, but we helped you break the seal and release you from the thousand-year-old cage, so there's no reason to take revenge on us enemies. ”

"You ......" The power of the four elephant seals is getting deeper and deeper, and the reaction is that the underground world is shaking more and more in reality, "Okay, I promise you, kite!" Hurry up and kill these bugs for me! ”

"Then on behalf of the Xiao Organization, I welcome you to join us, Blacks."

A ring flew into a black shadow, and the kite's body suddenly disappeared the moment the ring flew out.

A man who is elusive and stirs up the world.

Tateishishi's eyes snapped open, and the underworld was filled with the silence of death before the atomic bombing.

And the distracted body that was confronting him also narrowed his eyes, and the light on his body became more and more intense.

"It's too late, let's go!"

The distraction of the sacred tree suddenly cracked and exploded like a bud.

Thousands of vines, branches, wooden dragons, and wooden figures flew out of the distraction body, and all the props were poured out of Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket at once.

"Roar!"

The evil god, like the statue of the evil god carved by a mad artist, is deformed and terrifying.

"Carving insect skills!"

The kite stepped forward from the void, laughed, and didn't see any movement from him, just waved his hand lightly.

"Boom!"

All of the Wood Escape techniques exploded in response.

The sprinting wooden dragon and wooden man exploded into thousands of knots, brilliant fireworks.

"Let's go."

But all this was just a trick, and the distraction body grabbed Tateishishi's arm.

Then the stand-in went to the place where Misha was, and the bodies of the two disappeared into the underground world.

"Spiritism!"

"You two go back to Tokyo first!"

The moment before being channeled to Tokyo, Tateishi Shino looked at the distracted body that was heading towards Akatsuki.

"Lord Divine Tree!"

"Sacred Tree ......"

After the two were channeled, the underground world, which was originally tense and self-destructed, came to a sudden halt.

What wooden dragons and wooden people disappeared one after another, black scorpions, kites, distractions, and various faces became the appearance of the same person, and the silent underground world returned to the control of silence.

Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo.

The do-gooders had gathered in a good position in Shinjuku Ward, and they used their camera equipment to aim at the sacred tree where the vision had just occurred.

Yoyogi, which has been completely turned into a large construction site, is tightly blocked, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter except for the construction unit, but there are no restrictions on Shinjuku Ward next to Yoyogi, and there are people taking pictures around the clock on several observation towers with good views in Shinjuku Ward.

However, except for the words that flew out at the beginning, the more than 200-meter-tall sacred tree fell into a long silence, much to the disappointment of many people who were going to watch the show here.

"Kameda, is there really going to be big news?"

Kameda is a surname.,The anchor who was once famous for the battle of Yoyogi.,Relying on his national identity to run around the country every day.,Make money by live broadcasting to foreigners.,After all, the island country's current travel ban has not been lifted.,Foreigners who love to die can't swim across the Pacific Ocean.。

However, the Chinese people in the live broadcast room always like to brush his surname, and Kameda doesn't know why.

"Yes, yes."

Looking at Yoyogi and thinking about the Yoyogi property he sold, Kameda couldn't help but feel a little sour.

Sour, very sour.

If you don't have a brain, you will step into the upper class now, where do you need to be the anchor of this hundreds of thousands of fans.

The little anchor next to him nodded, Kameda decided that there would be nothing wrong, he was a big player in the industry, and if he said that there would be big news, there would be big news.

But after waiting for an hour, there was still no movement in the sacred tree in the distance, and many photographers squatting at the shooting point couldn't help but rub their shoulders, but no one was willing to go downstairs, and everyone was waiting for a good time.

"It's coming!"

The crooked personnel stood up instantly, and all the filming equipment in their hands focused on the sacred tree.

But looking at the abnormal movement of the sacred tree, the photographer's body trembled.

"God, what's wrong with the Sacred Tree?"

"Is this, going to wither?"

"Is there another battle?"

The originally majestic sacred tree is visibly shrinking to the naked eye, and the lush green leaves have entered the autumn of slaughter in advance, slowly turning yellow and then falling into the air.

The size of the sacred tree is so huge that the canopy covers half of the sky, and when the leaves fall, the endless leaves fall and are blown by the sea breeze, and half of Tokyo becomes a world of leaves.

The great tradition of the upper class culture of the island nation worships the mourning of things, which in turn has influenced ordinary people, and if the cherry blossoms are anything, it will be nothing, but in reality, the sight of the leaves of the sacred tree will not make the people of Tokyo feel beautiful joy, but horror.

Horror at the mutation of the sacred tree! Panic about what disaster is not happening!

"The sacred tree that shelters Tokyo."

An eighty-year-old man sat slumped on the ground, looking at the withered appearance of the sacred tree, tears streaming from his eyes: "This country will not be finished. ”

The elderly in the island country are the most superstitious, and many of them tie their beliefs to the sacred tree.

"Ah, it's over, it's over."

On the streets of Shinjuku, where people drink in broad daylight, several drunken middle-aged people emerge from the izakaya.

At the age of forty or fifty, they were born and raised in the period of rapid development of the island country, and grew up in the golden age.

However, it didn't take long to start a family and encounter a series of economic crises, and after twenty years of loss, the appearance of the sacred tree brought a new round of prosperity, although this round of prosperity has little to do with ordinary people, but it is also honorable in their eyes.

To put it bluntly, the confidence of the people of the island nation in the supernatural has swelled like never before, and the reliable status of the sacred tree has replaced Takeo Shoubu as the source of more than half of this confidence.

But at this time, this sacred tree is faintly about to wither, how can it not make the people of Tokyo panic.

"What's that?" A construction worker pushing a wheelbarrow on a construction site patted the leaves off his face.

He looked up at the withering of the majestic giant trees, the fallen leaves collapsed like tall buildings, and the light of the world was obscured by the sea of leaves.