It was just after noon, and suddenly a drizzle began to fall on the streets of Tokyo.

At that time, the dark clouds half covered the sky, the sun was still shining, and the oblique rain reflected a little golden light, as if thousands of gold filaments hung down from the sky and connected to the earth. The sudden rain of the sun brings a refreshing humidity to the hot summer streets of Tokyo.

The bustling crowd on the streets of Ginza did not have the slightest intention of slowing down their hurried pace, and the cool rain only made them hang their heads slightly, and they didn't even have an umbrella. Busyness is the theme of this huge metropolis, and everyone who survives in it is faced with unimaginable pressure, and the pace of always being in a hurry is the best expression of this pressure.

The impact of the war between the Mage Guild and Shingon Buddhism, which swept across Japan, on the lives of ordinary people was only expressed in the employment pressure brought about by the economic downturn and the destruction of the law and order environment by the all-out war of the yakuza clan, but it did not affect their enthusiasm for continuing to run for survival. This magic war that is about to affect the entire political and economic pattern of Japan, ordinary people may be able to feel the impact of its powerful aftermath, but basically there is no chance to experience it up close, it can only happen in the shadows of the ordinary world, you can't see it or touch it, but it really exists.

However, there will always be one or two accidents in the world, just like we walk down the street and probably never have the opportunity to witness a plane crashing into a building in our lifetime, but in terms of probability, everyone has the same chance of witnessing it.

Today, for example, ordinary people in Tokyo will have the opportunity to experience the war in the shadows, and even become a small molecule in this war.

The history of Japan will always remember this day at 13:27 p.m.

A loud bang resounded over the streets of Ginza.

People who were almost numb from the burden of work looked up in amazement and looked up at the sky that had not been seen in days.

The explosion sounded in the Morii Building, which had just undergone a baptism of fire.

Thick smoke continued to erupt from each window along with the stones from south to north, as if a large monster was speeding along the window across the entire floor, and every few seconds, there was a boom, and with the explosion, more stones were thrown out. Finally, the explosion reached the end of the thirteenth floor, and in an unusually loud crackling sound, a huge round hole burst out on the side of the building, and thick smoke, flames, dust, and rubble burst out under the action of the blast wave, like a volcanic eruption. A figure suddenly flashed from the smoke and flames, like a cannonball shot out of a cracked hole, and rushed straight towards the Citibank building, which was nearly 100 meters away on the north side of the Morii building.

A hundred meters of distance flashed by, and the man was about to hit the wall of the Citibank building straight up, and at that speed, if he hit it directly, his flesh and blood would probably turn into a ball of meat pie on the spot. But the moment before the impact, the man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the wall, and there was a muffled sound, and countless gravel flew up, like a huge spider web-like crack along the place where the person's hand was pressed and quickly stretched in all directions, and the man had changed direction, as if he had inserted invisible wings, clinging to the wall and rushing to the sky, waiting to rise above the height of the top floor, a slight turn, falling to the roof of the Citibank building, and then jumping high again, crossing a perfect arc in the air, falling to the top floor of the Qingpu International Hotel hundreds of meters away, and then jumping again. Fly to the roof farther away.

"Wow...... Look, Superman! ”

"Superman is flying, and it's Spider-Man who jumps around!"

"What, Spider-Man is a spider-silk, jumping Daredevil!"

"Phew, this is Tokyo, not New York, if you want me to say it's the Monkey King!"

"Could it be a pinball policeman?"

"I think it's more like Ultraman!"

At the moment when the Japanese onlookers were excitedly discussing, they suddenly saw six figures rushing out of the breach of the Morii building one after another, these six figures jumped into the air and joined hands and feet, forming a big bird, and the two people who acted as wings joined hands and feet in a row, dancing up and down, flying rapidly into the air, and then changing into a circle, and the five people surrounded the middle person like flower petals, and at the same time stretched out their hands against the shoulders and waist of the middle person, and the person shot out like a cannonball aimed at the figure of the distant vertical jump and chase.

The man before seemed to be aware of it, jumped up from the top of the building, twisted his body in the air, raised his hand and shot a series of fireballs at the shooter, the shooter drew several circles in front of him with both hands, and a light screen like a round mirror was wiped out casually, and the firedrops shot on the light screen, like meteors flying in all directions.

The onlookers on the ground exclaimed, and some of the good deeds even shouted, "One more!" Before he finished speaking, a fireball flew down obliquely, hitting the exterior wall of the main store across the street, and Tensendo was founded in 1879 and is one of Ginza's premier luxury watch and jewelry stores. The restaurant was once written in the "Poppy Grass" by the modern writer Natsume Soseki, and its long history is complemented by its unique style, which makes it famous all over the world. The statue of the "little angel" in front of the white building facing Harumi Avenue has long been known to everyone and has become one of the symbols of Ginza.

The fireball, which didn't look very big, exploded on the outer wall of the main store building of the Tianxiang Store, and countless fire points exploded like a torrential rain, and the decorations, glass windows, and billboards on the exterior wall were shattered, and the fragments fell from the surface of the building like peeling fish scales, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk in front of the building were smashed to the point that they were crying wolf and hugging their heads.

Then the second fireball fell, smashed on the pedestal of the "little angel" statue, rising more than ten meters high between the flames and dust, the cute little angel was like a rocket launched with a butt of blazing skyrockets, flying straight into the air dozens of meters high, turned a beautiful 36-degree giant whirlwind somersault, planted head, is falling into the endless river of cars on the street, smashed a passing Mazda waist into two, the two halves of the car body rolled to both sides of the fly, and the broken human body and car parts kept throwing, The orderly flow of traffic was chaotic, and the screeching of brakes and the sound of successive strikes rang out, and dozens of cars slammed into each other, tightly blocking the wide avenue.

Looking at the scene in front of them, which seemed to be a classic Hollywood blockbuster, the onlookers realized that onlookers were also a very risky thing, so they shouted one after another, and the wolves ran away.

An even greater catastrophe is yet to come.

One of the fireballs was refracted into the air, which was originally a relatively safe position, and before the fireball fell, the mana would disappear completely. Unfortunately, a passenger plane about to land at Tokyo International Airport happened to pass by, and the fireball hit the passenger plane in the abdomen, knocking the passenger plane through the bottom to the top on the spot. The airliner staggered forward and taxied for a while, and after a series of explosions, it broke into two parts in the air, the first half crashed into Hibiya, fell on the Tsubakiya Kaki store, and the second half crashed into the Mitsui Sumitomi-Ryu Bank building in Akihabara, and the passengers who were thrown out of the air almost spilled over the main areas of Tokyo.

"Damn, what kind of plane!"

Seeing that his fire talisman was refracted and broke into such a catastrophe, Yong Bowen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Well, it would be ridiculously exaggerated that such a small piece of rune paper, coupled with some insignificant mana, would have a power comparable to that of a small missile. This is also the first time that Master Yongda has an intuitive understanding of the destructive power of his talisman technique, after all, the talismans he used before have never been shot all over the sky like this.

Although Master Yongda does not believe in Buddhism, he has always been a soft-hearted and good person, with compassion, seeing this situation, he did not dare to use fire talismans to block the enemy, and he kept shouting in his head: "Ten more fire talismans will definitely be able to knock him down!" "Turn around and run.

When Hanama saw that this kid didn't listen to his command, he said angrily: "Don't use the fire charm to stop the enemy, you run past them and are caught up, you just wait for death!" Yong Bowen replied: "But you can't hurt the innocent!" Huajian said: "Life and death are fateful, if they accidentally die, it means that they are destined to have this catastrophe, and they have nothing to do with you!" Yong Bowen was stunned and said, "Don't you believe in Buddhism?" Why is there no compassion at all? But Hanama said, "Who said I believe in Buddhism?" I am just a Dharma protector and have never believed in Buddhism. No, this point of view was taught to me by Huiguo, who believes in Buddhism! Yong Bowen asked rhetorically: "Then if I suddenly have murderous intentions and want to kill a stranger passing by, do you use this point of view to explain that he has such a catastrophe in his life, and he deserves to die completely!" Hanama praised: "It's worthy of my reincarnation, drawing inferences, it's really a little clever, you're right to say that!" Yong Bowen doubted: "What kind of belief in Buddhism is this, and what is the difference between the Great Demon King who kills innocents indiscriminately?" Hanama said: "Then let me ask you, the Great Demon King will kill the passers-by who are not pleasing to the eye, will you?" Yong Bowen said categorically: "Of course I won't!" Hanama smiled: "That's not it, Huiguo won't, and I won't either, this is the difference between us and the Great Demon King!" ”

What kind of theory is this?

Yong Bowen was speechless.

The old monk who was chasing after him was blocked by the fire talisman, the castration disappeared, and he began to fall downward, he made a backhand move, and the five old monks who stopped behind when the launch base also threw over, reformed the circle and stretched out his palm to push, and shot the old monk out again.

"It's coming!" Huajian reminded loudly, the voice was a little louder, and it shook Yong Bowen's brain, and he shook his head before he barely came to his senses, and when he turned his head, the old monk was already close at hand. The old monk drank something, and reached out to the little man who was rolled in the quilt on Yong Bowen's back. Yong Bowen turned around and waved the bamboo pole, and slashed out a move to reduce the flame demon venerable obstacle sword. This sword is taken from the Flame Demon Venerable, which is another name for the Great Mighty King Ming, this King has great power, can cut off a qiē magic barrier, destroy a qiē poisonous dragon, is an excellent trick in the air battle. When the old monk saw this trick issued, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he drank again, but he was asking something in his tone, but unfortunately Yong Bowen couldn't understand a word, but he didn't think it would be to ask him how he could break the demon Eight Swords Is the Qinglong Golden Fetus, the answer to this question is now known to everyone in the Shingon Sect, otherwise those bald donkeys would not have seen him Yongda Heavenly Master and shouted and shouted to kill a person who did not share the enemy. Yong Bowen also ignored him, and only sent the Flame Demon Venerable Broken Barrier Sword, and the sky was full of sharp stabs of sharp weapons breaking through the air, and countless staff shadows stabbed at the old monk from the left and right sides, at first glance, it seemed that Yong Bowen suddenly spread a pair of giant wings on his side and fanned over. The old monk was originally shooting quickly, but when he saw Yong Bowen's sword attacking, he suddenly stopped, turned his hands to his chest, pinched his handprints, and hurriedly read a few sentences, then he heard a rumbling sound coming from below, followed by a shadow suddenly surging above his head, and countless dirt and gravel fell like raindrops. Yong Bowen looked up and couldn't help but be shocked.

Above the head stood a ten-story building, the building had obviously just been pulled out of the ground, the foundation of the building was still wet mud, the steel plate zigzag and stretched, like the tentacles of a huge monster, and then look closely, the windows of the building were full of people looking out, obviously not knowing what was going on. On one side of the building, there is a huge double-sided sign hanging on the outer wall, one side is a bikini actress holding a bottle of Pepsi and grinning, and on the other side is a plane passing through the blue sky and white clouds. Yong Bowen looked familiar, it seemed that he had just jumped up from above, looked down, and sure enough, he saw that the building that was still under his feet just now had disappeared, leaving only a big black pit in place.

The old monk shouted, held his hand weakly, as if holding a stick, and used a standard move against Yong Bowen to split Huashan, and with a false blow to the head, the sky building was like holding it in the hands of a giant, and pressed down on Yong Bowen with a strong wind.

Hua Jian praised: "What a Vajra power, I can't imagine that there is this stupid heir behind the bald donkey, who believes that one force will drop ten!" ”

Yong Bowen turned around at this time to send a sword, lost the inertia of the previous vertical jump, at this time in the air, powerless to borrow, originally planned to force the old monk back after a sword, and then fell back to escape with strength, but now the place where he borrowed his feet was used as a stick to smash people, he was eager to be powerless! Although the blood shadow avatar could drift, the speed was too slow, and before it could float out of the building, it would be smashed into meat sauce.

Hanama shouted: "A thousand souls mourn! ”

"What?"

When Yong Bowen heard this name, he was stunned, and subconsciously moved, and the clouds gushed out behind him, forming a pair of giant wings, and he flew out with Yong Bowen obliquely, and the high-rise buildings that fell down were dangerously rubbed against the soles of his feet, and all five high-rise buildings along the street were smashed down at one time, and the building was also cracked into countless pieces. A few hundred meters on both sides of Qinghai Avenue were in ruins, with dead and wounded and wailing everywhere, as if the world was apocalypse.

"Can this thing still be used like this?" Yong Bowen escaped, and his heart was overjoyed, "What is it called?" A thousand souls mourn, right? ”

Hua Jian said: "That's right, the magic weapon refined with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls, the biggest role is to carry people. Remember when I told you that your old man gave you all life-saving spells? Thousands of souls fly in mourning, flame storms open the way, thousands of machines change into hidden shapes, blood shadows turn into slips, and ghost eyes determine the enemy...... Now that the spell is decaying, there are fewer and fewer people who can fly, and if it was in the past, it would have been necessary to spend so much effort to do any flying spells, it would be like taking off your pants and farting. ”

Yong Bowen didn't pay attention to what Hua Jian was saying behind him, he just flapped his wings and flew high and far, and after a while, he left the old monk far away. Although the six monks had profound spells and had the mastery of firing cannons, they had not yet reached the level of being able to fly by land, and could only watch Yong Bowen fly away. In a short time, Yong Bowen was already close to the lowest clouds, the wind was howling around him, the clouds were gathering, and he could see the blue waves in the distance, which was really like a dream. "Hehe, with this spell, there is no place in the world that you can't go." Yong Bowen couldn't help but let out a long howl, and he was about to spread his wings and fly away, and go to the agreed place to meet Isuzu Jiabei. Although this thousand souls mourn is good, but after all, it still has to consume mana to maintain, it can fly for a while, and it can't fly for a lifetime, with it to cross the ocean and return to China, Yongda Heavenly Master doesn't have that ability, and finally has to rely on the smuggling channel of Isuzu Jiabei.

"Don't be too happy!" Hua Jian seems to like to pour cold water on Yong Bowen at a critical moment, "This thousand souls mourn is an evil spell after all, and it all depends on the ability to maintain the ability to fly by refining the soul in the meantime, in addition to consuming your mana when flying, it will also consume the soul in it, just like a carriage, that is, the body of the horse pulling the cart is lost, and the parts of the carriage itself are also lost, and the parts of this thousand souls are the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls, as long as the number of souls is less than nine thousand nine hundred, it will not be able to fly, and it will be necessary to refine the soul to replenish it when the time comes." You are a rigid person, probably you are unwilling to grasp the soul to refine, you can only use it once less. ”

When Yong Bowen heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Then how many times can I use it?" ”

"About a dozen times, depending on how far and high you fly, the farther you fly, the higher the consumption! Also, more importantly, this spell is extremely yin, and it is in conflict with righteous path spells such as the Eight Swords of Demon Breaking and your Taiping Dao Fu Killing Technique, if you use these two spells while flying, the biggest possibility is not to hurt the enemy, but to scatter the wings on your back first! And the soul refined in this spell has little resistance, if it encounters an ordinary ghost falling into it, it can rush up, relying on the soul to bite and defeat the fusion, or encounter a slightly more powerful spell, even if it is not aimed at it, but it is just swept away by the aftermath of the spell, it may collapse. At my time, this kind of spell was called chicken ribs, but all cultivators of some sects would not practice it. ”

"Uh...... You mean that when I fly with this thing, I can't fight with people, right? ”

"That's what it means, so I'd advise you to lower the height a little bit now."

"Why?"

"Because Ono Sando is right above you, do you think he's coming to catch up with you?"

Yong Bowen raised his head when he heard this, and sure enough, he saw Ono Santang standing in the air with a big package on his back, and couldn't help but be surprised, this ability to control the qi has always been a legend, and at this point, it is probably not much different from the gods in the sky. I never imagined that Ono Santang, this Radial Vajra, would have cultivated to such a height! Surprised, I couldn't help but be greatly discouraged, and said in my heart that what Huajian said was really right, to deal with this kind of master, my own ability is obviously not enough!

Hanama scolded: "Stupid, see clearly, he is stepping on the bald donkey's three-cobalt pestle under his feet!" ”

Yong Bowen was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw a three-cobalt pestle under Ono Santang's feet, which was eight points similar to the three-cobalt pestle in the hands of the Kukai statue in the Imperial Shadow Hall. When he returned to Japan, he threw out the three-cobalt pestle to divinate and establish a religion, and the three-cobalt pestle flew thousands of miles and finally landed on Koyasan, where Kukai founded a sect and founded a Shingon sect.

Ono Santang was condescending, and beckoned to Yong Bowen: "Master Yongda, I just wanted to leave!" ”

Yong Bowen proudly patted the Iwali Ma Yang on his back, and said, "I've already grabbed the person, do you still stay here to play peek-a-boo with you?" Ono Sando, stay here and play by yourself! ”

Ono Sando grinned and said, "Alas, fortunately, I came over to take a look, otherwise, I would really be on a business trip." I said Master Yongda, do you rob people without first inspecting the goods? Ma Yan is so good to carry it on my back! As he spoke, he tore off the corner of the big bag on his back, revealing a pale little face, and it was really Yanli Mayang, "Master Yongda, you robbed the wrong person!" ”

"No, Ono Santang, no matter how you say that you are also the boss of the Shingon Sect, you actually used this low-level trick to deceive me!" Although Yong Bowen said so, he still took off the big bag on his back with his backhand, hugged it in his arms, and looked at Ono Santang vigilantly while lifting the corner of the quilt.

In the bag is a little Lori, who looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old, with a round little face that is white and tender, but her nose is high and her eyes are deep, her eyebrows are thick, and she is actually an Indian! Although the sound around her body is constant and the toss is earth-shattering, the little Lori is still sleeping soundly, and her face is covered with a cute blush because of a slight lack of oxygen, which is extremely attractive.

Sure enough, I robbed the wrong person!

Yong Bowen scratched his head, only to feel extremely annoyed, why didn't he take a closer look before robbing people?

Ono Santang looked at Yong Bowen with a look of frustration, and comforted: "Don't be so depressed, this is the first time you have robbed someone, eat a trench and grow wise, next time there is such a thing, you will not make the same low-level mistake." ”

Yong Bowen looked at the Indian little Lori in the bag and asked, "Who is she?" How could it be in the Mage Guild Headquarters building? ”

Ono Sando pointed to the sleeping little Lori and said, "This is our honored guest of the Shingon Sect." Speaking of which, it has something to do with you, when I caught you on Koya Mountain, those two King Kongs followed and hit the door, and they had to do something about the descendants of the four lineages, this is the descendants of the Indian lineage, the current generation of Dala Vajra, Malika. ”

Contemporary Dala Vajra?

The Shingon Sect made it scary enough to make Ono Santang, who is less than twenty years old, to be all over the Vajra, who knew that this Indian Tantric lineage was actually even more fierce, and made a little Lori in his early ten years old as a Dala Vajra!

Yong Bowen suddenly felt that he was not holding a little Lori, but a time bomb that could explode at any time, in case she woke up from this time, then he Yongda Heavenly Master would have to leave without eating. The first three King Kong are not fuel-efficient lamps.,The youngest Ono Santang's ability is also quite good.,And it's a little perverted.,Who dares to guarantee that this little Lori isn't capable and extremely perverted?

"Since it's your guest, then give it back to you, and exchange her for Iwanari Mayo! You're here with Ma Iwasato on your back just to exchange hostages, right? ”

The more Yong Bowen thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, if it weren't for this purpose, how could Ono Santang take the trouble to carry Ma Iwasato over?

"Of course not!" Ono Santang denied Yong Bowen's speculation in one bite.

I'm sorry for the dividing line*****************************

I went out temporarily yesterday and only came back this morning, so I couldn't update it, I'm very sorry.