Flying over Iga Jingu, hundreds of feet high, looking at it from afar, you will find that half of Kyoto is in turmoil.

Everywhere you look, you can see fires, and shouts can be heard faintly in all directions.

The demonic energy that rises to the sky continues to absorb the gradually rich fear in the air and gradually grows.

Thousands of youkai from the Great River Mountain broke through the weak points of the barrier and poured into Kyoto, wantonly killing civilians.

All the important places in Kyoto should have been guarded by onmyoji and shrines, but most of them fell at this time.

Especially at the Tsuchigomon Gate, which is filled with a ghostly aura, you can feel it from here, as if the ghost gate that has been suppressed below has been opened.

As for the shrine········· Even Amaterasu's Iga Shrine has been slaughtered all the way by the godslayers, so you probably know the fate of other shrines.

"The seal of the killing stone has been broken, so this thing should also be returned to its original owner."

Take out the Qingqiu Order that is shining.

He let go of his hand and threw it straight down.

A breeze swept below, and a pair of bare hands caught this small order.

The palace costume is less than ***, and he can't see his figure, but he seems to glance at this side.

In the end, Lin Zhengyang saw a portal open in the void, and the woman in palace clothes crossed through the portal.

Lin Zhengyang's heart was slightly relieved.

Finally, there is a karma.

At this moment, as if the melon was ripe, in the spirit pool, a true text gradually condensed out, giving birth to wisps of golden light.

That Zhenwen immediately submerged into the spiritual pool, swallowed the spiritual power, and gradually gave birth to a faint colorless shadow, describing his appearance as similar to him.

"This is his and my mark!"

As soon as this thought came out, he used the magic trick and tried his best to refine the mark of him and me, and he must delay this identity as soon as possible.

To be reborn in this world is an inseparable kinship.

In addition, there is a woman who has made a marriage contract in this life, and it is an inseparable fate.

It seems to be chic when he leaves, but it is really irresponsible, Lin Zhengyang doesn't want to do it.

You can only create an incarnation of one other self, and put this fate on it, and the other me will spend my whole life here, and I can also rely on these karma.

With the support of his exsuming strength at any cost, this colorless transparent figure gradually filled and condensed.

At the same time, his spirit gradually lightened, and he felt like he was about to break away and fly high into the air.

He knew it was a sign that his connection with this life was beginning to peel off.

The further he goes, the more "free" he becomes, until the karma with this life is completely transferred and he can leave smoothly.

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The entire Kyoto network of rivers and underground water is entrenched in it, forming a dense network of nodes.

Looking down from above, it happens to form a huge and complex and tight sealing formation.

Extracting the leylines of the entire Kyoto, supporting the operation of the barrier, and suppressing the aura of inhuman aliens.

Over the past 100 years, it has been operating well, and it has been in exchange for a stable life for hundreds of thousands of people in Kyoto.

However, at this moment, it can no longer live up to the past.

The divine power of the night overwhelmed the pressure, and the stars were constantly defeated and dimmed.

In just a few hours, it has already spread most of it.

Kurokawa, who had changed into a dark python robe, was sitting in front of a pitch-black hollow, and below it was the leyline.

The deep darkness, the sin that flowed like black mud, was slowly released.

"The ghost door is open, and the sins that have accumulated in Kyoto so far are just right for me."

Take a few steps and fall into the black mud of this sin.

"I hear all your resentment."

God's eyes can see, God's ears hear, and God carries them.

Carrying this sin, it is the resentment of the oppressed low-level poor in the past, and the resentment of the extravagant ministers of the Heian era.

Even if those people are dead and their souls are destroyed, there are still many resentments that linger for a long time, precipitating in the depths of hell and turning into sins.

"This sin is not only the sin of the ministers and nobles of this era, but also the sin of the high heavens."

"Three noble gods, I invite a battle here, I don't want this Kyoto to turn into a red lotus hell today, so come here to fight."

The young man in the dark robe waved his sword, and a phantom of a big city gradually appeared behind him, among which tens of thousands of Yin soldiers were waiting for him.

The next moment, staring at the void scene, the Yin soldier gradually stepped over here.

There was a boom, a torrential rain, lightning and thunder.

The breath of the other world was exposed to this realm, and the chaotic aura suddenly provoked a strong reaction.

The electric light, cyan, purple, and white, kept falling, but it was blocked by a layer of blood-colored mist.

All over Kyoto, there are people who have died in vain, and the lives of these people have been extracted from the barrier and turned into a barrier to block the damnation.

The Yin soldier generals led by him, after saluting Kurokawa, immediately led his soldiers and horses to all parts of Kyoto.

Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, like a torrent, scattered and rushed straight to various shrines.

At various shrines in Kyoto, there are constantly divine lights.

The Yin soldiers formed a formation to besiege in batches, and the first to break in was the torii.

The torii gate is the dividing line of the native god realm of Fuso, and it is also a symbol of the abode of the gods.

Inside a shrine, hundreds of Yin soldiers are breaking into it, and after crossing the torii, the surrounding scenery changes dramatically.

What was originally a shrine with an area of less than half an acre has suddenly been transformed into a gorgeous and solemn castle tower.

More than a dozen samurai with fire on their bodies drew their swords to meet them, all with a heavy evil aura.

The hundreds of Yin soldiers rushed forward in formation.

The two sides just looked at each other, and the soul of the samurai was mostly broken.

With another charge, the warriors were strangled.

Afterwards, the main deity in the castle tower was enclosed.

After half an hour, the castle tower turned into a flame.

In the present world, the statue of the shrine suddenly cracked, and the ground rose in place, and there was no fire and spontaneous combustion.

Kurokawa sat in place, deep darkness constantly filling.

Behind him, Yin soldiers rushed out of the big city, and then quickly rushed to various shrines.

Whenever a shrine is destroyed and the gods are completely destroyed, the black mud in the black mud churning underground is refined.

And his darkness spread to the underworld.

The blackness of black mud is karma, sin, and the blackness of the underworld.

This is a kind of Tao nature that involves the origin of the world.

At this moment, Kurokawa is refining this part of the ownerless Underworld Origin.

If he wants to refine these black muds, he must avenge them.

This is no longer the revenge of the individual, but the revenge of the oppressed against the oppression – in other words, the revenge of the gods.

"Why did you worship the gods and not be blessed?"

"Why are there so many youkai?"

"Where are you, O gods?"

It was as if there were some voices of desperation, repeating over and on.

Millions of people, countless years of accumulated resentment.

This is the essence of black mud, and it is also part of the origin of the underworld.

With the passage of time, his incarnation has actually gradually become associated with this land and this civilization, grasping the insignificant share of origin between heaven and earth, and becoming a true god.

One night passed, and cholera broke out in Kyoto all night.

The barrier fell, the hundred ghosts traveled at night, the Yin soldiers crossed, and the gods disappeared········ After this night, there is not one person who can survive.

At some point, the rain had stopped, and the continuous thunder had disappeared.

The black mud, which was originally surging and surging like a large lake, has shrunk by two-thirds.

"The lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Kyoto, and more than 100 gods, have finally reached this point."

His aura became deeper and deeper, and gradually condensed with the aura of the hell under the ghost gate.

At this moment, he finally waited for a brilliant sea of golden light.

"Amaterasu, you're finally willing to leave the kingdom of God!"

"Tsukiyomi has already taken the first step, Susa is a gutless rat, as I expected, it is you who finally stand in front of me."

Before the words fell, the two breaths confronted each other fiercely.

Darkness, the struggle with the sun, is on the verge of breaking out.