The spring in March is a little cold.

Jun Komori stayed in the bedroom on the second floor and meditated.

The cultivation of transcendents often requires perseverance day after day, but it is not boring, and when cultivating, the joy of being able to perceive oneself becoming stronger little by little is far more attractive than any short video of a game.

Today, her mind is no longer meditating on a blazing sun, but on a suspended nugget of gold.

Distractions are like hammers, striking on solid gold nuggets again and again, trying to strike water.

The Five Organs Refining Method to the Sixth Realm of the Transcendent is at the stage of native gold, and further down is gold and water.

Then there is the aquatic wood, and the wood makes the fire.

Re-evolution of yin and yang.

Only in this way can he and Nicholas have the strength to fight.

She has never forgotten her hatred for the god of spring.

Distracting thoughts have struck on the nugget, dissipating invisibly.

When the door opens, a subtle sound is heard.

Jun Komori stopped meditating, his eyelashes fluttered, and his burgundy eyes seemed to be a stage display that pulled the curtain a little bit, exuding intoxicating eye waves.

"Shiraishi-kun, what's the matter?"

Her voice is like a spring breeze in the middle of April, full of tenderness.

Shiraishi stood straight outside the door, his expression a little tangled, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Among the three shrine maidens, Komori has always been the most worry-free one, and he never needs to worry about it, and he can do everything obediently.

Even his food, clothing, housing and transportation can be arranged, and he can be called an all-round nanny.

And that's what she is, so that Baishi subconsciously wants to take care of her more, so that she doesn't encounter any wind and rain, for fear of being blown by the wind and rain.

"Is it because my sister is inconvenient to listen?" Jun Komori saw his entanglement and thought it was inconvenient to let his sister be on the scene.

Aoi Komori smiled and said, "Then I'll go out."

"No, it's all about you."

Shiraishi shook his head, but decided to tell the truth, entered the house, closed the sliding door with his backhand, and said with a serious face, "This is something related to the God of Spring."

At the mention of this title, the wick's heart swayed, and Komori's pure and soft facial features tensed, showing a somewhat serious expression, "Hi, please say."

Shiraishi scratched his head and said, "That's how it is......

If the god of spring is stubborn, the only way to do it is to eradicate her."

Speaking of Fujiwara Ryuxian's news and speculation, he seemed to have completed some important task, and there was a sense of relief in his heart.

The next thing is to see how Komori chooses.

"yes." Jun Komori's tense face relaxed, and became soft again, like a gentle ink landscape painting, "This is where Shiraishi-kun is a little entangled.

I'm glad that Shiraishi-kun took into account my sister and me's thoughts, but I think my sister would definitely say don't care.

Me too."

"Hmm." Aoi Komori took her sister's hand and nodded slightly.

Compared with their own problems, they can't accept sitting back and watching something bad happen to others.

If you don't know, you can cover everything up with a curtain of ignorance.

Once you know about it, you can't continue to sit idly by and watch the other person's evil deeds.

After all, what the Winter God Cult did to the United States has affected the world pattern and led to turmoil.

"I believe that I can overcome the obstacles in my heart, please feel free to do it, I just hope I can watch."

Jun Komori makes a meager request in her heart, at least let her witness the demise of the god of spring.

Shiraishi stared at her, his burgundy eyes did not shy away, and calmly greeted the scrutiny.

"As the Oniryūin says, Komori, you're really strong."

Smiling, Shiraishi reached out and rubbed her head, then looked at Aoi Komori and said, "Aoi should go too."

"Eh, won't I bother you?"

Aoi Komori was a little surprised and panicked, afraid that it would affect the battle.

She's just an ordinary person.

"It's okay, I'll protect you."

Shiraishi replied in the affirmative, clapping his hand and saying, "Let's go."

The matter of the Spring God Sect, if Fujiwara Ryuxian and them can solve it, Shiraishi doesn't want to do it himself.

It's a pity that the current human race has left him alone, and no one can stop the phaseless old mother.

He had no choice but to use his thunderbolt to destroy him.

……

Hokkaido, somewhere deep in the mountains of Sapporo.

The stream flows slowly through the mountains.

The vibrant mountains and forests are pleasing to the eye.

The old mother stood barefoot by the stream, raised her head, and soaked up the sun.

Forget how long it hasn't been so relaxing.

Ever since her body was transformed by the gift of the god of spring, her mind has not been at peace, like a mouse in the gutter.

Struggling with darkness and the brink of death every day.

Now, she's finally able to relax.

"What should I do next to gain invincible power?"

The old mother turned back to ask her subordinates.

In the open space outside the wooden house, all the current members of the Spring God Sect were gathered, including ordinary members and two elders.

Originally, there were only three left, but during the cover mission, one of the elders blew up Sotaro Kaminagi, and only two of them fled back to the stronghold in embarrassment.

"Occupy Japan and make a large-scale sacrifice like the Winter God Sect."

The white-haired old man with a grim face couldn't wait to speak, eager to gain more power from the sacrifice.

With the advent of the new era, those young people who were full of vigor made him, a senior, feel pressure, and he couldn't even understand what was going on in his head with the Seven Families and the Hope of Change.

Everyone becomes transcendent, but who is a leek?

Therefore, he has a deep hatred for the current era, and is afraid of being abandoned by the trend of the times, and wants to have more powerful power to ensure his own safety.

"Elder Maeda has a point." Another chubby old man spoke, his voice hoarse, as if rubbing two pieces of sandpaper to make a sound.

"Hehe, sacrifice," the old mother turned around, her dark eyes flashing with ferocity, and said in an extremely confident tone, "I am God, who do you want me to sacrifice?"

The faces of the two elders changed in unison, and their eyes were a little suspicious, not knowing what this one was talking about.

Elder Maeda was the first to speak, "What do you mean by that?"

"That's what I mean, I use magic to imprison the God of Spring in my body, making her my power furnace, providing me with power at all times."

The old mother of Wuxiang slowly said the facts that shocked them, causing an uproar among the disciples present.

"Even the Sect Master can't be so disrespectful to God!"

Someone shouted.

He obeyed the words of the sect master because of the god of spring, not because the sect leader believed in the god of spring, and was a true believer.

"Yes, that's right, you're being rude!" "Take it back!"

Most of the roarers were middle- and lower-class believers, and the high-ranking elders knelt down with a sense of the times and said, "Great God, please guide us forward."

"Okay."

The phaseless old mother nodded, and her upper body liquidized and threw forward, like a huge wave on the sea.

In the blink of an eye, those who opposed it were swallowed by her.

The scene was deserted.

The living believers trembled.

The old mother wiped her mouth with her hand, and said with a bit of playfulness in her eyes, "How long are you going to hide there?

Little one."

Looking at the dense forest, a trace of murderous aura forced the leaves in the forest to shake, and the exposed man no longer concealed his figure.

Sotaro Kaminagi slowly walked out of the forest, his face remaining cold, knowing that he had caught not a small fish, but a large shark, and he would probably die here.

He underestimated the strength of the Spring God Sect.

I thought that the highest was the powerhouse of the seventh realm, and he alone was enough to deal with and destroy the other party, but he never thought that the old mother of Wuxiang would be able to do such a thing as devouring gods

Thoughts on things.

The world is getting more and more outrageous.

The Seven Realms have become unable to protect themselves, the Eight Realms are not as good as dogs, and the Nine Realms seem to be everywhere.

They are all their own enemies.

Sotaro Kaminagi sighed softly in his heart, wondering why his luck was so bad.

The two elders' faces changed, and they understood that they had attracted the enemy, and hurriedly said, "Ask the master for forgiveness, it's all our disadvantage, let the enemy chase after us."

"It doesn't matter."

The old lady didn't care so much, and said with interest, "Will you submit to me?"

If you want to achieve a great career, you must not be a bare-bones commander, and the old mother needs more subordinates, not only sycophants, but also practical talents.

Sotaro Kaminagi is clearly a good candidate.

She had heard of this man's deeds for a long time.

"Hmph, how could I give in to someone like you." Sotaro Kaminagi sneered coldly.

So far, the only thing is death.

He will not give in to such insidious and despicable people.

"Huh." The old mother of Wuxiang smiled, disapproving of his cold attitude, and asked herself if there was a means to make the other party degenerate into a dog lying at her feet.

"The weak have no right to refuse the strong, and if you want to die, you have to ask me first if I agree."

The phaseless old mother raised her hand.

Shinagi Sotaro immediately summoned Garoko, and as soon as the holy pure white wings were unfurled, the already liquidized arms pierced through his shoulders, and the wings were directly bitten off.

Garoko shrank back into Shinagi Sotaro in pain.

The liquid hand retracted, condensed into an arm as white as mutton fat, gently stroked the black hair, and said, "I don't agree, you even die is a luxury, and you can still ask for forgiveness when you kneel down and kiss the instep of my foot."

"......" Shinagi Sotaro pursed his lips, the pain shook his will, and the difference in strength made him even more desperate, looking at the outstretched feet, shining in the sun.

There seems to be something tempting in my heart, but in fact, it is not a loss......

His mind was in a daze, but he still said in a hoarse voice, "Dreaming."

"People's will is weaker than imagined, your so-called insistence is that there is too little pain, I am not in a hurry, I will slowly test your upper limit and stake him down."

The old mother turned around and ordered her subordinates to step forward, while she discussed with the two elders how to pocket Japan.

"Ahh Two exclamations rang out from behind.

The old mother and child of Wuxiang shrank in holes, turned around reluctantly, and saw the ashes drifting in the air.

The three of them stood to the right of Sotaro Kaminagi.

One man and two women.

"Shiraishi," the Phaseless Old Mother muttered in a low voice, recognizing the powerhouse of the Nine Realms, "How did you find me?"

If the breath is concerned, she should wipe it all out.

"When I want to find you, I can find you."

Shiraishi replied calmly, his eyes fixed on her.

The deep gaze was a little hazy, and the old mother couldn't tell whether she was looking at herself or looking at a deceased person through herself, "Your first love shouldn't look like me, right?"

"Of course not, I'm just thinking, why hasn't the God of Spring in your body come out yet?"

Shiraishi replied.

"Hmph, she can't get out, it's already me." The Phaseless Old Mother wanted to say that she had devoured the God of Spring, but the pitch-black energy suddenly poured out of her mouth, and the magic spell she had set up was useless at all.

It was as if they were going to be carried away by a torrent of darkness.

"God, you did it on purpose."

The phaseless old mother let out a final roar of grief and indignation.

Nicholas did not respond, the man who had been turned insane by years of torment.

The magic of imprisoning the gods is only a personal belief that it can be imprisoned, but it does not mean that it can actually be imprisoned.

If she wanted to escape, she would be able to break free in minutes.

After all, it is the level of the seventh realm, not even the eighth realm, how can there be that vision to see and create

The magic of the imprisoned gods.

Everything is just the delusion of a crazy woman.

The figure of Nicholas made the believers behind him twist into an indescribable mass of flesh and swell, and blood was spilled outward as if they didn't want money.

Shinagi Sotaro let Shiraishi block it, but it didn't affect it.

"Narcissa is up to you." Nicholas looked at Shiraishi, not revealing the madness that the rest of the gods had seen for the first time, and it was still a little good to stay in the body of the Phaseless Old Mother.

Let her temporarily cushion the impact of staring at Shiraishi, so that her reason will not collapse at this moment.

"Well, do you still recognize the people around me?"

Shiraishi asked.

Nicholas looked down, burgundy eyes staring at her, full of anger.

"Those eyes...... Yes, you were a little girl at that time, and what a wonderful fate."

"Give her eyes and hands and feet back."

"So can you let me go back?"

Shiraishi hesitated for a moment, and things were not quite what he had imagined.

He didn't expect that the Wuxiang Old Mother would reach such a state, not through sacrifice, but directly swallowing the God of Spring.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually offered to return to the inner realm.

According to Narcissa's reaction, shouldn't it be to fight to the death to stay in the world?

After thinking about it, Shiraishi nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you, I won't make an example."

"The deal is opened."

Nicholas raised his hand, the tiny tentacles of vines moving forward, a little on Aoi Komori's forehead.

In an instant, a soft halo flashed through his body.

The lost eyes, hands and feet were all back to her body.

With her eyelashes twitching, Aoi Komori slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the colors in front of her, whether it was the blue sky, the drifting white clouds, or the bright red ground and distorted flesh.

In her eyes, they are all so new and full of beauty.

"This is the world."

She muttered in a low voice, her face complicated.

Jun Komori held her hand and said with tears in his eyes, "Sister."

"Chun, don't cry your nose." Komori Aoi wiped the corners of her sister's eyes with her hand, wanting to wipe away the tears that were about to flow, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

The deep picture of sisterhood did not make Nicholas stop to watch, and his body quietly dissipated into the air and returned to the inner realm.

Shiraishi didn't stand in the way.

Now this ending is good, keeping the god of spring to avenge Jun Komori in the future, and it can prevent her from continuing to stay in the world.

It's the best of both worlds.