Iga Jingu, the place where the town is sealed.

Note: The upper half of the pavilion enclosed by ropes was neatly cut off and toppled to the ground.

In the middle of the stone pavilion, the tall stone, which was originally covered by the enchantment, broke off from the center, and black smoke continued to spray out from it.

A man on the handle of a knife, covered in blood, coughed and smiled.

"Behold, Amaterasu!"

He laughed with a vengeance:

"Hahaha, I broke the seal of the Killing Stone, and I killed all your priests!"

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Behind him, the shrine maiden and priest who fell to the ground.

In a bronze mirror broken into two sections, the light gradually appeared.

"Smack!"

A clenched fist slammed down.

One time! Twice!

A fist with a strong spell attached to it repeatedly pounded the famous artifact.

The mirror gradually lost its power and finally shattered to the ground.

"Make no mistake!"

"Phew!"

Spat at the mirror shards on the ground, the Godslayer scratched his nose with disdain.

"Actually touched my divine knife with a mirror, this is an A-level god-killing weapon, you just have a bronze mirror, do you really think you keep chopping?"

As soon as he turned around, he stepped step by step, stepping on the blood that gathered into a stream under his feet, and stepped over a pile of corpses.

All the way to the place where the divine aura is the strongest.

He was determined to cut down all the gods he had ever participated in.

Whoever doesn't let him get better, he won't let anyone get better!

The Godslayer is such a rampant group.

Only this kind of fool who is not afraid of heaven and earth can kill the gods.

"Huh?"

In the afterglow, a little dark light flashed.

Subconsciously, you have to use your power to enter the [God Speed] realm to avoid.

However, the mana was sudden.

"Oops, I used it for too long, and I can't use it for the time being."

It was this moment that the black arrow hit his chest, pierced through, and slammed into him, lifting him up and falling backwards.

On the long steps, a young man in a white hunting suit, with a bow and arrows, stared coldly.

After the arrow pierced through the body, it instantly transformed into a sturdy chain with a dense script of talismans.

"Seal the demon!"

"Freeze!"

"Curse!"

The godkiller's ears were so strong that he could clearly hear the cold voice coming from him.

Then the mana that was churning like a river gradually dissipated like a low tide.

The god killer opened his mouth, still thinking about what to say, and the curse poison that had been prepared for a long time quickly spread to the limbs and hundreds of bones, and the black lines were entangled, entangled in the flesh and skin.

The tip of his tongue was numb, his whole body was soft, and he fell backwards.

Lin Zhengyang stopped looking at that guy.

The carefully prepared curse poison was enough to calm him.

He walked a few steps and slowly came to the temple.

The idol of Amaterasu is shrouded in a rich divine power.

Bowed silently twice.

Not really believing in God, just fearing His power.

"The people of the Flower Blossom Courtyard family?"

Behind the idol, stumbling to the ground, a woman with long hair ran out.

"Go and save her, Noko, she's separated from me!"

Lin Zhengyang recognized her as Prince Miyuki, the granddaughter of the current emperor, who practiced at Iga Jingu.

In this place, the princess is called the inner prince.

At this moment, the noble princess, like a frightened rabbit, began to cry.

"Where's Noko?"

Lin Zhengyang looked at her coldly.

He's not in great shape.

It's like splitting into two.

Half of them are in an extreme state of calm of "the extremes of emptiness, keeping quiet".

The other half was furious.

He and I imprint the first step in shaping the heart of my heart.

It is not a distraction for two purposes, but a heavenly heart to control the mortal heart.

Repeat the mortal heart and turn it into him and me.

The place of the Buddha-figure is like the divinity, perfection, and immortality of heaven above the high firmament, which rules over all other beings and me.

This was set at the very beginning.

Everything else and I must be under the control of the deity.

The heavenly heart, that is, the mind, is where the Buddha-figure is, where the immortality is, where the transcendent self is, and where the Dharmakaya is.

The mortal mind is the change of the ordinary mind, the evolution of the other and the self, the birth of all kinds of causes and conditions, and the incarnation.

In this process, we need to carve a little bit, look inside and outside, and pass on all the causes that we want to cut off.

If Tianxin can't stay calm enough, this step is likely to fail.

With a big sleeve move, the dense Shishen crows flew out.

Up and down, constantly searching.

Soon, dozens of crows, holding a girl in green clothes, were placed in front of him.

"Noko······ Woohoo······"

Miyuki stumbled to the ground and pounced, shaking Kiyogen Noko's body.

Lin Zhengyang looked indifferently.

A gust of wind blew, and he tightened his hunting clothes, feeling the chill for the first time in a long time.

I don't know what kind of emotions are surging in my chest.

A feeling of imminent "germination" emerges in the sea of knowledge.

He spread out his right hand, and the bat fan fell into his palm.

Gently unfolded, on the fan surface, the lifelike Netherworld Butterfly suddenly came to life.

Fluttering, flying out of the fan surface, around the shrine, dancing up and down.

This is the Soul Returning Butterfly, a messenger who can travel back and forth between the Yin and Yang worlds and lead the souls of the deceased to the underworld.

In this fan, this magical creature is already inhabited.

A little bit of spiritual light, with the efforts of hundreds of soul butterflies, gathered, and gradually pieced together the girl's immature spirit.

Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, Lin Zhengyang felt more and more that an invisible [pull] or [karma] was gradually separating and moving away.

Slowly reciting the incantation to protect the spirits, all he could do was to piece together the broken spirits as much as he could and send them to another world.

The white light, like ripples, gently sprinkled around.

There are constantly white souls, and after receiving the power of the spell, they wash away the resentment and ominousness, calm the anger, restore peace and calm, and then disappear into the air one after another like water bubbles.

Qingyuan Noko lay there quietly, with a smile on her lips.

A white spirit, translucent, floated in front of him, slowly opening its eyes.

"Ah, am I dead?"

With a small exclamation, the girl looked around with a little melancholy.

"Really, I still have a lot of work to do!"

"Noko, it's all my fault, it's all because of me, I ······"

Excited aesthetics, raised his head, teary eyes, about to say something.

At this moment, a strong tremor was felt under my feet.

In the hall, the statue of Amaterasu lit up instantly, and then the divine light suddenly dimmed.

Lin Zhengyang's complexion changed.

Needless to say, he summoned hundreds of crows, lifted the two of them, and moved to a distance on the flying birds that Shikami had turned into.

Qingyuan Noko, curiously approached, looking at his corpse.

"Don't make a fuss!"

Lin Zhengyang grasped the hand of Nuozi under the spirit body, and took out the rune paper with the other hand, adding invisibility, breath and enchantment to himself.

At this time, the stunned aesthetics sensed it and said in shock:

"Amaterasu, Amaterasu······ Gone! ”

The shrine maiden with spiritual vision only then observed that the brilliance that belonged to the great god of Amaterasu had completely disappeared.

The divine power that originally belonged to the gods is also rapidly fading.

"This is the strength of the people behind the scenes·······"

Amaterasu is one of the main beliefs of this country of tens of millions of people.

In his opinion, divine power is like an unfathomable ocean.

Yet even such a numbered god is easily calculated by the man behind the scenes.

I feel more and more weak.

Unwillingness, resentment······· All kinds of strong emotions continue to pour out, and then they are absorbed by something like a "seed".

The feeling of germination became more and more intense.

Lin Zhengyang's first imprint is about to take shape.