"Urgent news, the inhabitants of the Kingdom of God who disappeared for a month have suddenly reappeared over Paris, and the Holy Knights have returned.

The head of the regiment, Joan of Arc, confessed that the plan of the kingdom of God had failed, and the beginning was about to come to earth!"

The large LCD TV in the living room broadcasts urgent news.

On the vermilion eucalyptus table is a hot pot, and various meats and vegetables are cut into strips and placed on silver-white plates.

The sweet rice wine was served in a white porcelain cup, and Shiraishi's wine glass was shochu, and he picked up a slice of beef with a fast seed, dipped it in a small bowl of sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Komori, you have a good sauce with this sauce."

"Hey, if you like it, Shiraishi-kun just likes it."

Jun Komori blew on the slices of meat he picked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his soft expression was like a loving mother who would love her children no matter what, "This sauce is made by me using sesame paste, chili sauce, balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce, adding a little sesame oil, chopped chives, and mixing."

"It's complicated."

The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple complained, and then picked up the remote control to change the channel, "The recent news is not good at all, either there is a robbery here, or there is a war there, and it is all negative news.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

I've been looking for you for a long time." Tai Chu said loudly, striding forward, and pedestrians dodged to the side like waves.

It was an instinct that was etched into their souls.

The streets of Shinjuku become silent.

Shiraishi put his hands in his pockets and said calmly, "I've always been here."

"Haha"

Taichu approached a few steps, and his eyes were even more joyful, "You look like a celebrity."

The originally restless street, the moment Shiraishi appeared, gradually returned to calm.

She didn't deliberately try to influence those people, and Shiraishi didn't deliberately exert any influence on them.

But the people on the street were able to move away from that sense of unease, that is, they recognized Shiraishi's identity.

Even if he didn't have that idea, in today's harsh environment, the god of Nohara Shrine is still regarded as a savior.

His portrait is enshrined in the hall in some places, replacing the work of the Buddha and God.

"It's just a name."

Shiraishi shrugged.

"Okay, let's find a suitable place to talk."

Taichu laughed and stepped out of Tokyo and landed at the foot of Mt. Fuji.

Because of May, Mt. Fuji is far less beautiful than it is in winter, and the snow-adorned summit is simply bare.

The lake is rippling.

The moonlight is shining.

Taichu looked up at the mountains and sighed, "This is the highest peak in Japan."

"Hmm."

Shiraishi is no slower than hers, and explains, "It's a great sight to see from Mt. Fuji and look up at the rising sun."

"Beauty? Hehe, have you ever been to the Shura realm?

To the south, there is a Cuiping mountain range, the surface is as green as a forest, towering into the sky, and the king of the south has built a city on the highest peak.

When you climb that city, you can look down on the southern land of the Shura realm, and compared to the two, Mount Fuji is really too short."

Taichu's eyes flashed, and he stepped up to the top of Mt. Fuji, and under his breath of clouds, the sky was full of stars like a slowly unfolding picture scroll, which was fully displayed in the eyes of the world.

From Mt. Fuji to Tokyo, everyone can look up and see the Milky Way hanging in the Milky Way.

……

"It's so pretty." Hanama looked up at the night sky, carrying a wine bottle in her right hand, and her feet hung outside the headquarters building of Beichen Xindaoliu.

The purple eyes looked in the direction of the wind, and the outline of a mountain, Mt. Fuji, could be faintly seen.

Who's there?

Hanama Ju suddenly became interested and wanted to step forward, but he stood up reluctantly, and the world seemed to crack open.

Bang, the wine bottle in her hand fell on the rooftop, she shook her body, and Tong Kong was full of shock.

The world is back to the way it was.

There is not a single crack on the rooftop.

Her face became solemn, and she muttered, "Saskia was exaggerated enough that time, this time it was just the thought of stepping forward, and the world seemed to be falling apart.

Hey, hey, who's there?!"

No one answered this doubt.

……

The summit of Mt. Fuji.

Taichu stood proudly, looking down at the white stone below, waiting for his answer.

Sit down and talk about it.

This is something she hasn't done in a long time, since the destruction of the original world, she has continued to explore towards higher peaks, destruction, destruction, destruction, and destruction, and hope from above.

The cold wind from the top of the place made her blood boil, but it would also occasionally rise a little loneliness.

Nobody knows, no one understands.

So much so that she didn't make a move at the first time, and wanted to talk to Shiraishi more.

Bai Shijiao stomped on the ground and said with a smile: "Standing tall may not be able to see far, the so-called virtue is not matched, there will be disaster."

The high or low level of human vision is taken from "me", what does it have to do with all things?"

"I think high, that's high."

The ground beneath your feet suddenly roared, and next to Mt. Fuji, a "Mt. Fuji" once again stood up.

The four eyes are facing each other, and no one is lower than the other.

"Okay, for your words, I won't kill the people of this world!"

Taichu laughed, his eyes immediately murderous, "But you must die! There is no matter of good or evil, I must kill you and preach!"

"Yes, my word doesn't need any proof."

Shiraishi looked at the other party from afar, "There is no point in killing you."

"Try it if you have the skills!" Taichu smiled disdainfully, jumped up from the top of the mountain, and punched out.

The starlight in the sky suddenly distorted into a bright moon, falling from the sky towards the top of the mountain.

"Shattered!"

Shiraishi's expression was solemn, and he raised his hand slowly.

The bright moon cracked silently, and was cut into dozens of pieces by the butterfly transformation technique, falling chaotically.

The power of Taichu's punch was greatly reduced, and her eyes were not angry but happy, this was the opponent she was pursuing.

No longer keep the same attack, "Look at my move!"

The divine power rushed in his body like a mighty ocean, and the fragment of the moon shattered again, shattering into countless white arrows that pierced the white stone.

This hand's ability to break the move to work again made Shiraishi slightly surprised.

You must know that the spell that was shattered by his butterfly transformation technique should be absolutely shattered, and it is impossible to connect again.

And Taichu was clearly breaking that rule.

"Receive." Bai Shi grabbed the void in his right hand, and a little pitch black emerged from his palm, and the powerful suction generated collected all the white sharp arrows into it.

At the same time, he slapped his other hand forward, "Retreat!"

A simple palm actually gave Tai Chu the idea of being unavoidable, and the battle intent in his heart soared.

The right fist was wrapped in the thunder light that shattered all things, and the time and space of the lake were projected into Shiraishi's palm as if a Gama ray burst from a distant galaxy.

There was a loud bang.

At first, he only felt that his gaze was constantly moving away, from the model of high-rise buildings to mountains, continents, and finally blue planets floating in the universe.

Winter.

She slammed into Jupiter's land, and cracks spread from beneath her, "Wow."

A mouthful of blood spat out, floating in a vacuum.

She stared at the distant planet, kicked her feet, and the impact directly cracked half of Jupiter's surface.

Rumble.

The man tore through the atmosphere and returned to the sky above Mt. Fuji, "Haha, happy, I haven't been beaten in a long time!"

"You're not bad either."

Shiraishi's palm was scorched, and a slight stinging pain reminded him that the palm was broken.

For the first time since he founded the Butterfly Transformation Technique, he had encountered a powerful enemy who could break his skin.

It is no wonder that the god of winter is so jealous of the beginning, and Joan of Arc even calls him the god of destruction.

It's not for nothing.

"Try my trick again!"

Taichu shouted loudly, shook his arms, and swooped down towards Shiraishi like a big bird, and at the moment she approached, both fists burst out in unison.

Thousands of fists each give people a different feeling, or violent like a hurricane, or rotten like death, cold like winter......

The changes in the world are integrated into the hands, so the two fists turn into thousands of fists, as if the gods from above have struck in unison, forming an attack that covers the sky and the sun.

No one can escape even to the ends of the earth.

"Good!" Bai Shi let out a low snort, his eyes flashed with a gleam, and he did not forcibly break it with force, but changed it for change.

The void behind him took on a crack, and a crystal-clear waterfall rolled out of it.

Good is like water.

There's nothing like water to understand the way of change.

The surging waterfall meets the fist of the primordial and forms a changing stream of water.

New waterfalls poured out of the cracks, and no matter how powerful the fist was, it was forced to retreat under the gentle dissolution of the water.

"Do you think I can't do it?"

Taichu found that the offensive was blocked, and immediately used the method of borrowing strength

, put his hands into the water flow, stirring hard, countless undercurrents surging and rushing, directly reversing the water flow, rolling from the air to the white stone.

It's like a roaring dragon rushing out of the sea.

"Definitely."

White stone opening.

The turbulent water dragon suddenly stopped, no longer changing, like a dusty time, quietly resting on a certain point for people to watch.

Tai Chu's brows were furrowed, and his arms were still rolling the water, but he couldn't make the fixed water dragon produce a trace of fluctuations.

She was amazed in her heart, and her fighting spirit rose to a higher level, such a powerful enemy has the value of preaching.

"Okay, let me show you my strongest moves."

Tai Chu's arms were withdrawn from the water, and he slowly punched forward with confidence, there was nothing earth-shattering, a simple straight punch.

All of a sudden, there was a strange silence.

Quack, the original fixed water flow gradually collapsed under this punch, the original fist has reached the realm of returning to the basics, thousands of changes are hidden inside, and the outside looks unremarkable.

Bai Shi stared at the punch, his eyes showing a hint of amazement, and then a surging shadow flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "Death."

The spell of death spell spurred by the butterfly spell burst forward, shattering the surface of the fist like a mirror on the ground.

Taichu's fist was still slowly approaching.

Shiraishi was silent, watching this punch approach to his chest, and quietly stopped.

Taichu only needed to go a little further, a little further to touch Shiraishi's chest.

However, that point is so long.

"I was born in the nameless deep chasm of the inner realm, climbed out of it, observed powerful gods, learned their powers, climbed all the way to the top, destroyed the universe, and thought that I was no longer a minor god in the deep ravine."

Blood spilled from the corners of Taichu's mouth, and he smiled bitterly: "It turns out that I just climbed from the deep ditch to the ground and became a little god on the ground, and the top of the mountain is still so far away from me."

"What a dead word."

The voice became softer and softer, and gradually disappeared, only a trace of condensed self-deprecation still hung on his face.

Death is fate.

And fate cannot be changed, because even the change of people is counted in fate.

This is the most powerful killing move of the White Stone Butterfly Technique.

If you can't break the dead word, the primordial will die.

If you smash the dead word, you will die of exhaustion in the beginning.

Shiraishi gently closed Taichu's eyes.

In an instant, the wind from above the peak was so fierce and turbulent, and the feeling called loneliness was like a tide hitting my heart.

He froze where he was, unable to recover for a long time.

Since then, there has been no rival......