Chapter 627: The Brewing Storm

Kanagawa Hizuima, this is a place name that cannot be found in any information in the Wa Kingdom.

Even half of its name can be passed down by word of mouth at the highest levels of the Wa Kingdom, and it is so mysterious that it is a mess.

It is an invisible and freely moving house, which has been used by the Onmyoji as their home base for thousands of years and has never been attacked.

It is said that Abe Chiju is more than 200 years old, but he still looks like an old man who is about to reach 60, and the biggest secret of this is that the flow of time in Kanagawa's Hazumi is slowing down.

Ancient music sounded, and in the hall of the well, a group of beautiful Shikijin danced.

In the eyes of the onmyoji, this is a picture that no matter how many years you admire, you still can't get enough of it.

"Life is short for a hundred years, but it is just a small thing, and the world is as dreamy as water!"

An onmyoji, who was as old as a mummy, said with emotion.

Abe Chiju glanced at the man in disgust, this was already a waste that had completely lost his morale.

The mummy onmyoji quickly silenced his mouth and stood respectfully, he didn't want to be driven out of Kanagawa Hizuima, in that case, he wouldn't survive more than ten days outside.

At this time, a younger onmyoji came to report.

"Lord Qianshou, Ye Qing has finally launched an attack on the Emperor, and the three Zhenguo artifacts are about to be in his hands, look, do we need to intervene?"

Abe Chiju did not speak immediately when he heard this, but closed his eyes and seemed to be weighing carefully.

The music in the room slowed down, and the dancing of the glamorous gods began to stagnate a little.

In the middle of the ring, Abe Chishou opened his eyes and spoke: "Ota Ritsusa, your family married the Heavenly Emperor family once seven hundred years ago, and you want to use the blood of the Onmyoji to help the imperial family improve their cultivation talent, it was still in the shogunate era, and everyone will forget it." ”

"But to this day, you are still on the side of the Heavenly Emperor Family, forgetting your identity as a noble Onmyoji, and your sin is unforgivable. ”

Abe's voice spoke in a very slow voice, like a judge standing in a courtroom and sentencing a criminal over and over ten times.

"Chiju-sama, please be clear, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that!"

Without the permission of the leader of the Onmyoji, there is no way to summon his own style god here, and Ota Ritsusa became extremely panicked, kneeling down and kowtowing vigorously.

Abe Chiju and the nearly 100 onmyoji present all responded with cold eyes, just like the kind of gaze that a dead person looks at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange and solemn.

At the same time, the glamorous gods who were still singing and dancing just now seemed to have suddenly become a lot of spirituality and vitality, and they were no longer as formal and uninformative as before.

"Thanks to the gods and chiefs, flesh is the power of dance. "The tallest Shikigami saluted Abe Chiju.

"Wonderful blood is the source of inspiration for song and dance. A light Shikigami walked up to Ryusa Ota and looked closely.

"Only the flesh and blood of the Onmyoji is the key to the growth of the strength of the Shikikami. ”

The next moment, a group of glamorous Shikijin shreds the unlucky Onmyoji of Ota Ritsusa in full view of everyone, swallowing it quickly in small bites, and in less than half a minute, it was devoured cleanly.

The speed of the action is jaw-dropping.

"Thank you, Chief, for your kindness. A group of glamorous gods saluted Abe Chiju with satisfaction, and then respectfully stepped back.

This is what happens to the betrayer. ”

Abe Chiju's voice was terrifyingly calm, he closed his eyes again and said slowly.

"Our Onmyoji lineage has been tricked by the traitor Xu Fu for two thousand years, but we have a noble bloodline, and we must have the spirit of opening up a new world, and the artifact of the town and country cannot be a reason to bind us in the new era. ”

As soon as these words came out, the eternal expressions of many onmyoji in the room finally changed.

"Senju-sama, this may be an opportunity for us to live forever. ”

"Ota Ritsusa should be damned, his family should also be eradicated!"

"Sure enough, the leader of each generation of Onmyoji is always the wisest one!"

"Your Excellency, you're right, it's the waiter who let Xu Fu's family come to an end in this era. ”

"Ye Qing and the Heavenly Emperor Family, hehe, let them fire first!"

"In this Wa country, there should be a place for our onmyoji among the gods!"

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Kyoto, Amaterasu Building.

The reason for this name is that this skyscraper was one of the places where the powerful people of the entire Wa Kingdom worked.

It is also the tallest building in the Japanese country.

On the roof of the building, the cool breeze was blowing, and more than a dozen people in suits and leather shoes had been standing here for a while, silent.

In the middle of the sound, their leader, the chief of the imperial guard, said sadly and indignantly: "Those guys, they have said that they have been loyal to the emperor for thousands of years, but what is the result now?

"I don't have the face to go to see His Majesty the Emperor, you are free, maybe, in the future, there will be no more people in the Wa Kingdom who everyone wants to be loyal to. ”

With that, the chief guard slowly took out his pistol and aimed it at his temple.

More than a dozen subordinates looked at him quietly, and no one spoke out to persuade him at this time, as if they were rushing to a "seppuku" honor ceremony.

"Phew!"

Gunshots rang out, and a bloodied black hole appeared at both ends of the head of the chief of the royal guard, and he fell to the ground and died.

The rest of the dozen or so royal guards, learning the etiquette of a samurai, bowed to each other, and then silently walked to the railing of the top floor.

jumped down one after another, like a human meat dumpling.

Kyoto, Imperial Palace.

I don't know when, over the palace, which covers a large area, a large group of drones will fly.

It's like a gathering of wild bees, and these wild bees don't look like they're a nest yet.

If it were at any other time, a drone would be captured immediately, and there would be a big international dispute, but unfortunately in today's situation, it seems that the Japanese people are no longer willing to care about that.

Yang Xiaoshallot's drone is also in this, but the drone he hastily found is too low-end, and it has been knocked to the ground by drones that have exceeded him by at least two generations in a row.

"Made, it's great to have money, it's great to have technology, Lao Tzu made your eighteen ancestors!"

Yang Xiaolian was so angry that he scolded, but he also knew clearly how deep the water was, far from being stirred up by the rich second generation who was waiting for death.

It's like now, the huge palace is exposed in front of the eyes of himself and others, and at a glance, it is quietly unguarded, like a heroine who has no resistance.

But did he and his companions dare to go over?

It is now the epicenter of a nation's storm, and this storm has been brewing for thousands of years.

Whoever it is, as long as this time passes, it is very likely to be torn to pieces by the storm!