Two days ago, Miyuki Asakawa mentioned it to Seto Monyin, half-jokingly saying that she wanted to introduce her nephew Kokuri Taro to her.

Kokuri Taro was supposed to be the most natural topic of conversation between the master and apprentice.

However, after being so inexplicably intervened by the mysterious owner of the Hook Genkan today, Miyuki Asakawa suddenly thought a little too much, and she didn't dare to continue to mention the matter of Kokuri Taro.

It's also a coincidence, Seto Mengyin because of Tang Zeqian's flickering, he was suspicious of the little chestnut insect Taro, and went to find out last night, but he didn't expect that he was really a very hidden drunken man, she was angry for a while, and directly turned the little chestnut insect Taro into a little chestnut insect Dalang, and naturally she didn't want to mention this cheap man.

As a result, the master and apprentice tacitly did not mention the name again.

Miyuki Asakawa gathered her thoughts and said: "Mengyin, since you are back, let's go out to inspect and see if the palace master needs manpower!

"I see, Asakawa-sensei!" Seto Monyin nodded, glancing at Lake Biwa with some concern, now that the masters in the shrine are exhausted, and the combat power is empty, if there are a few more self-righteous stupid monsters like the one-legged octopus monster, Asakawa-sensei may not be able to deal with it.

She thought about it for a while, and felt that it was still necessary to advise: "Lord Miyaji, all the great priests, and elders have gone out to inspect, and Mr. Asakawa is on duty alone in the huge shrine, so you must be more careful......"

Asakawa Miyuki smiled and said with some disapproval: "Are you underestimating the teacher? Although I am the only one on duty, but the teacher, I still have the combat power of the peak of the fourth realm Ming Rank, with the foundation of the Divine Palace for hundreds of years, even if a 'Destruction Level' ghost king breaks in, he will definitely not be able to get the slightest benefit! You go, don't worry about me!"

For this point, Seto Monyin still agrees, the ancestors of Heian Jingu have left countless hole cards, and if Mr. Asakawa relies on these hole cards, he can indeed defend against the "destruction-level" ghost king.

"Wow Gali Mahida!!"

......

The deepest part of the darkness and dampness is often the cradle of life.

In the bronze giant tripod under the Hook Xuan Pavilion, the "egg" wrapped in a rich yellow mist made a slight "click" sound.

A hair-like crack opened on the "egg" egg, and a faint trace of mucus with blood lines slowly seeped out of the crack, like an egg white, slowly flowing in all directions along the wall of the "egg".

Suddenly, the egg white, with blood threads, met the porcelain bottle not far from it.

The porcelain vase shook suddenly, as if something was beating inside, making a crackling sound like fried beans, but it startled the "egg" that was about to move.

The blood line in the egg white suddenly "boomed", and it retracted into the "egg" with lightning speed, leaving only a pool of transparent egg liquid.

After a while, the movement in the porcelain vase gradually subsided.

In the crack of the "egg" egg, another blood line poked out, looking sneaky, constantly going in and out of the crack......

Finally, after making sure that the porcelain vase was not a threat, the crack on the "egg" was suddenly stretched open, and a small eyeball crawling with blood and mucus was rolling around, and the probe probed out of the "egg" class.

They were followed by countless other blood lines, each with an eyeball the size of a thumb cap dragging behind each one.

They were densely packed and overwhelmingly drilled out, and soon filled the inner wall of the giant tripod.

After a short period of crowding and chaos, each blood line is hooked together, and their movements become uniform, as if in military training, constantly forming geometric patterns of various lines in the tripod.

Some are moire, some are thunder, and some are ghost.

However, no matter what the pattern is, it seems to be very good at absorbing the yellowish mist that diffuses in the air.

Every time it is absorbed, it can make those small eyeballs bulge up at a speed that can be discerned by the naked eye, and quickly become larger.

In this way, the space of the small porcelain vase, which was originally in the middle of the tripod, was occupied.

Soon, the small porcelain bottle was squeezed to the side by these blood-dragging eyeballs and stood aside.

Even, a few dripping eyeballs gathered together, and after a moment of sneaky discussion, they directly surrounded the small porcelain bottle.

Looking at their posture, it is obvious that they plan to work together to lift the porcelain vase directly out of the tripod.

In this way, the porcelain vase seemed to be unable to bear it, and with a "poof" sound, the bottom of the bottle was penetrated by three or four weak roots.

As soon as these three or four roots were exposed to the air, they were like dragons absorbing water, absorbing the pale yellow mist that permeated above the Dingkou.

As it absorbed more and more pale yellow mist, the three or four roots quickly became curled and thick, the thickness of a thumb, and in turn squeezed the formation of those bloody eyeballs to pieces.

The Bloodeyeballs also became irritable.

They were densely packed together and pieced together into a small figure more than half a foot tall. It's just that this little person's whole body is covered with bloody eyes, and he looks very infiltrating.

The blood-eyed villain pounced on the small porcelain bottle, grabbed the porcelain bottle with a hand, and prepared to throw it out directly.

However, before it could exert its strength, the four crooked roots that came out of the bottom of the porcelain vase were like spiritual snakes and wrapped around the arms of the blood-eyed villain, strangled to death.

"Sneer......"

Thick black smoke rose from the blood-eyed man's arm, and it struggled desperately to tear the four tendrils off, but no matter how much it struggled, it was to no avail.

"Poof!"

The villain's arm was broken, and the half of the arm that was wrapped in the roots soon turned to char in the black smoke, losing all vitality.

The blood-red eyes that formed the half-amputated arms also had white eyes like dead fish, and they were lifeless.

At the same time, the nourished roots are growing rapidly, the stopper of the porcelain bottle is opened with a "pop", and a pure white and holy flower bone stretches out at the mouth of the bottle, and quickly climbs upward, until it is level with the Ding Ear before stopping to grow.

This is a lotus flower.

The petals bloomed with a "whoosh", revealing the pink stamens wrapped inside, and clusters of brilliant and blazing light were projected from the stamens, shining in all directions, enveloping the entire Dingkou.

The blood-eyed villain who was still in the middle of the tripod seemed to have been injured tons in an instant, and he curled up into a ball with a "swish", shivering.