Zheng Xian and the nine-tailed spirit fox returned to the sky above Tokyo, Tokyo was affected by the fight between the eight million gods, the side of Tokyo near Mount Fuji has become a ruin, there are still many gods fighting each other here, the general small thought fight is naturally not destructive, but those big thoughts, especially the big ideas that give birth to supernatural powers, are often destructive, they shuttle and fight each other in the building, causing the building to collapse, the dead and wounded are not counted, they have killed the red eye, and they don't care about the life and death of mortals at all.

After Zheng Xian glanced at the ruins under his feet, he continued to fly towards the location of the Yasukuni Shrine, and the nine-tailed spirit fox had already left Zheng Xian far behind at this time.

Zheng Xian saw a thick pillar of smoke rising into the air, and there was not smoke in it, but one by one divine souls, a large number of divine souls.

Zheng Xian's current task is like pinching off the wick of an oil lamp, once the wick is extinguished, no matter how much lamp oil there is, it is useless.

Accepting the list of enshrinements at the Yasukuni Shrine is tantamount to cutting off this pillar of black smoke.

Zheng Xian Dao It is definitely not an easy thing to enter the Yasukuni Shrine, and there must be such and such guards here.

But even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, Zheng Xian has to break through.

Zheng Xian opened the retreat scroll and rolled into it, for Zheng Xian, to be able to win without effort, naturally there was no reason to work hard.

At this time, some of the worshippers at the Yasukuni Shrine knelt on the ground one after another, worshipping with great respect, and chanting in praise of the emperor's king.

Our emperor has been passed down for thousands of generations

It has been passed down to eight thousand generations

until fine stones turn into rocks

until the rocks grow moss

Zheng Xian was about to step into this Yasukuni Shrine, and he felt that there was a huge repulsion on the Yasukuni Shrine, and all existence could not enter it.

This repulsion is extremely strong, and the entire Yasukuni Shrine is like being covered by a huge steel curtain, and if Zheng Xian wants to enter it, he must first smash this steel curtain out of a big hole.

Fortunately, Zheng Xian does not lack treasures that can separate this steel curtain.

The black light flashed, and Zheng Xian stepped into the Yasukuni Shrine.

As Zheng stepped into the shrine first, dozens of huge divine souls burst out of the Yasukuni Shrine, these divine souls were as strong as wrestlers, the upper and lower muscles of the body were like iron bumps, feet were born on the top of the head, the face was like a ghost mask, the eyes were bent and the mouth was bent, and the fangs were protruding, each of which was like an iron tower more than ten meters high, standing in the Qin State Shrine.

These ten gatekeepers were tasked with killing all the uninvited guests who stepped into the Yasukuni Shrine, and immediately pulled out their swords at their waists and slashed at Zheng Xian.

Ten long knives smashed down towards Zheng Xian like ten portals, Zheng Xian dodged and walked in them, and the big king beast behind Zheng Xian let out a roar, fierce and fierce, and pounced towards one of the fierce ghosts, and the two sides immediately entangled.

These ten fierce ghost guards have also enjoyed the worship of the entire Japanese people for hundreds of years here, naturally it is not trivial, a knife is extremely fast, and the force is heavy, even if you are still a meter away from the blade, the powerful knife wind can still roll you into the bottom of the knife, and be chopped by the blade.

Zheng Xian successively avoided seven or eight knives, and the ninth knife was unavoidable, in the face of an oncoming knife, Zheng Xian was about to sacrifice the Tiancong Cloud Sword, silently, the sword was broken into two, and the huge momentum of the blade was cut by this Tiancong Cloud Sword, and the ground around it was cut by the knife wind as if it was ploughed, but Zheng Xian was not affected at all.

Zheng Xian couldn't help but praise a good baby, the eight-fold snake with such a treasure died too wronged and aggrieved.

The other party's knife was broken, Zheng Xian naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and his body rushed to cut off one foot of the ten-meter-high giant tower with a sword, this Yasukuni Shrine is actually not big, and the defense is not particularly tight, because it is a place where evil ghosts are entrenched, and there is no need for any special protection at all, and the iron curtain has more of a role for these ten evil ghosts, not to defend against foreign enemies, but to prevent the escape of the evil ghosts who are imprisoned here.

These spirits were the emperor's people when they were alive, and they are not at rest even after they die, and they are still the emperor's ghosts, and they are still tortured and devastated ghosts. In the end, these people are victims of the emperor's ambitions, and of course, they deserve to be so.

Zheng first avoided the ten fierce ghosts and rushed into the place where the two and a half million undead were enshrined, that is, the prison of these undead.

At this time, more than a dozen men dressed in sacrificial clothes appeared in front of Zheng Xian.

These men are immortal cultivators left here by the emperor, there is no orthodoxy in Japan, only magic and no method, so in fact, there is no immortal cultivator in the whole of Japan, all of them are the emperor's lackeys, and these dozen or so are the legendary ninjas.

Ninjas have skills, all of them are sneak attacks and killing, such ninjutsu is thousands of miles away from the Great Dao, but it also has its own benefits, that is, if you don't seek the Great Dao, there is no limit, and you can cultivate the technique to the extreme.

These ninjas are like that.

The eighteen ninjas are usually the worshippers of the Yasukuni Shrine, presiding over the rituals, and they are also the managers of the gods here, and they are responsible for refining the spirits, so that these loyal soldiers of the emperor will endure endless pain after death, so as to train their weak spirits into powerful soldiers.

Ninjas and Zheng Xianyou have one thing in common, that is, they don't like nonsense, and when they meet, they will shoot.

The cultivation of these eighteen sacrifices is so large that it is equivalent to the level of the Chinese immortal cultivators, and it is already very extraordinary to be able to reach such a level in this mortal world, and it can be called a rare character.

And they saw that these eighteen priests were singing about the king's generation, and they took out a huge fan from their backs, and as soon as these fans opened and closed in front of them, two of the same people came out behind the fan, also holding a fan, and when they opened and closed again, two more people came out from behind.

Eight times in this way, the eighteen sacrificial ninjas became two hundred and fifty-six sacrificial ninjas.

Zheng Xian's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, this method looked very similar to the nine-tailed spirit fox's doppelganger technique, Zheng Xian thought about it, since Amaterasu and the nine-tailed spirit fox had learned the technique, then it was not uncommon for the emperor's guard to be this doppelganger technique.

Zheng Xian crossed the two hundred and fifty-six sacrificial ninjas and looked at the shrine behind them, which contained a thick stack of things like scriptures. The billowing black smoke and infinite soul came out of the scroll.

At this time, Zheng Xian had some sympathy for these Japanese who sacrificed their lives for the emperor, and the emperor was really a guy who would never give up until he squeezed out other people's oil and water.

The nine ghost guards behind Zheng Xian caught up with Zheng Xian at this time, brandishing the sword in his hand to slash Zheng Xian, a tiger roar fell from the sky, and the king beast tore apart one of the wrestlers and chewed it up.

However, this wall of flames really blocked the nine-headed ghost guards, at least Zheng Xian didn't have to worry about the problems behind him for the time being.

Zheng Xian smiled, stretched out his hand, and the purple gold gourd flew out violently, magnifying dozens of times in the air in an instant, and smashed down like a meteorite, and more than 200 sacrifices were directly smashed into meat cakes.

The treasure of the purple gold gourd can not only be used to fly into the sky, but also can be used as a meteor hammer. Pick up a monk and really can't help but smash this treasure.

Although there are more than two hundred opponents, there are only eighteen regiments of flesh and blood on the ground at this time, that is to say, the opponent's clones are just illusions, all fake, which makes Zheng Xian slightly surprised, originally he thought that these clones were all flesh and blood.

Zheng first stepped over the meat on the ground and walked to the roster in the altar that was contained in an altar.

Zheng Xian seemed to hear the painful wails of countless divine souls.

This scene seems to be back in the space orb, at that time there was a huge Meng Po soup in the space orb, the soul immersed in it was miserable, the pain was incomparable, Zheng Xian inserted the silver ghost in the Meng Po soup, the soul once splashed a few drops of Meng Po soup, that pain, that kind of pain, so that Zheng Xian can not forget it now.

Obviously, the jar containing the roster is also a treasure, looking at Zheng Xian's eyes, there is a purple mist on the jar, and this mist is rolling like a grinding plate, constantly grinding the souls in the roster.

The spirits in the roster let out a bitter howl.

Zheng first walked into the door of the shrine, the door of the shrine was closed with a bang, and the two knockers on the door were ghost heads, known as the left doorman and the right doorman, and they were also two-headed watchmen, but these two gatekeepers were useless in Zheng Xian's eyes, and they kicked up, the door was shattered, and the two-headed ghosts flew out upside down.

Zheng took another step, and went to the side of the altar, this altar is covered in white porcelain, which depicts the pattern of the sunrise in the east, under the sun, is the worship of all the people, the yin ghost bows his head, the small altar is only one meter in size, but it depicts a lot of content, not to mention the altar itself, just this painting work, it is quite rare.

Zheng Xian reached out and grabbed the altar.

The altar has a flash of spiritual light, repelling Zheng Xian's hand, this altar is the emperor's treasure, naturally Zheng Xian will not be allowed to grab it.

Zheng Xian's outstretched palm was like an electric shock, and it bounced back.

After Zheng Xian was surprised, he released the swamp pond magic mirror, and the swamp pond magic mirror was refining the eight mirrors with all its strength at this time, but it didn't matter if he stopped for the time being, because Zheng Xian destroyed the yin and yang balance of the eight mirrors, and was polluted by the swamp pond, which was no longer destructive, and the rest was to slowly refine.

Zheng Xian invested a lot of money, and led out 500,000 vitality capsules and threw them into the swamp pond magic mirror, and the power of the swamp pond magic mirror rose suddenly, and tens of thousands of hands stretched out from it to grab towards the altar.

The altar clearly felt threatened, and the spirits that had been soaring into the sky turned around sharply and pounced on Zheng Xian.

Every one of these gods and ghosts was a soldier of the emperor when he was alive, and they were full of sinful karma, killing countless lives, and after death, the gods and souls were collected into the roster, and they endured the pain of torment, and for ten years, decades, and hundreds of years, most of the gods and souls grew up to become yin ghosts.

Different from the general spiritual soul cultivation whose ultimate purpose is to cultivate a spirit body, these divine souls are sacrificed to become soldiers, and the purpose is not to make them immortal and holy, but to exert the greatest lethality, so their goal is not the spirit body, but the ghost body, refining into a ghost, and the extreme yin environment created by the eight-foot Qiongqu jade will complement each other and exert the most powerful power.

These divine souls are all extremely yin bodies, and after the target is aimed at Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian's body is cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

This is extremely cold air, not frost or freezing, but can drill into people's bones to freeze people, and this freezing force is poisonous, after entering the human body, the human body begins to deteriorate rapidly, the whole body is transparent, after a while, it will turn into an ice sculpture, once it becomes an ice sculpture, it can be broken with a snap of the fingers, broken into powder, and there is no cure.

The positive in Zheng Xian's soul trembled violently as if the strings were plucked, and the cold qi was dispelled in an instant, and this positive in the soul broke through these yin poisons.

This is just a prelude, those rolling ghosts are coming to the face, like crows out of the nest, overwhelming.

At this time, the nine Miaoyin toads in the nest plate in Zheng Xian's mind were ready to move at this time, and the noise was non-stop, these yin ghosts were their best food.