"Smack. ”

With a sound like a cannon crashing, Zhang Jiao raised the foot he had just stepped on.

I saw a bluish-purple mass of flesh in the shape of unidentified connective tissue, squirming and trembling on the place where he stepped on it, and a circle of cyan juice spread out around it.

Obviously, the sound of being trampled on just now came from it.

Zhang Jiao looked down at the flesh ball that was still squirming and struggling, and spit out a mouthful of vermilion mixed with bright green fire without any quality.

As soon as the fire ball touched the muddy lump of flesh, it burned violently, and the originally soft lump of flesh on the ground immediately let out a burst of screams like insect chirps, rolling in front of him like a lit ping pong ball.

A few minutes later, as the flames had died out, the screaming mass had completely turned into a puddle of charcoal, emitting an unpleasant smell of burning.

"There's a lot of this, and it's tenacious enough. Zhang Jiao exclaimed.

As he spoke, he pointed casually.

The mud on the damp ground swelled, and the land sank like quicksand in the desert, and a rapid whirlpool appeared, and the earth, gravel, weeds, and the smelly coke immediately fell into the whirlpool, and the land returned to its original state after the soil wave completely disappeared.

An unknown low bush with thorns next to it slowly stretched its branches and leaves, clinging to this bald land, and the branches and leaves were so dense that it was impossible to tell the remains of a little demon that had just been buried.

"This is a scorn, a small monster that grows by the river, very timid, and lives on the blood of humans or livestock that go to the river. It's just that now that the hundred ghosts are walking at night, even these little things have been stimulated with ferocity and dare to attack humans directly. ”

"Zhang Sangquan treats them as large leeches, ordinary crushing and slashing can't cause fatal damage to them at all, and fire and acid are the most suitable to deal with them. By the way, there is also salt, which the folk witches used to cover with salt to drive them out. ”

While introducing Zhang Jiao, Zen Master Kukai said with admiration, "Zhang Sang is really powerful, in just a few days, he can use these five elements spells so skillfully, and he can pinch them at will, which is really extraordinary." ”

Zhang Jiao heard Kukai Zen Master's praise, just grinned, shook his head and said, "Thank you Master for helping you find these Five Elements Spells, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to learn them, and Master, you don't know the truth, these spells are not something I learned at all." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jiao sincerely bowed towards Kukai.

In the past few days, Kukai took the money he gave him and helped him buy a lot of five-element spells from several wandering mages and exorcists, although most of them were the lowest and most basic, but they also helped him a lot.

Zhang Jiao didn't want to trade with these exorcists in the past, but his identity as a foreigner made these exorcists unable to agree, and it was okay to communicate superficially, but once it came to spells and secret techniques and the like, the other party immediately kept silent, even the most basic small spells.

The old-fashioned conservatism of the Dongying people is already engraved in their bones.

So, in this matter, it was really thanks to Kukai Zen Master who threaded the needle in the middle to attract money, that he was able to buy some small spells.

Kukai accepted his salute slightly, and after half-bowing his head in return, he still smiled and praised him for his high talent.

Zhang Jiao no longer argued, he had already understood their mentality and opinions during his contact with Dongying's exorcists during this time.

In their view, whether they rely on external forces or themselves, as long as they are strong, they are strong.

Just like an ordinary person, he got a demon knife by accident, and with the help of the power on the demon knife, he has defeated countless enemies, then he is a powerful swordsman, even if he may not know the way of the sword at all, and he does not rely on his own strength.

But Zhang Jiao, as a Zhou person, has always believed in his bones that only the power he has learned and refined is the power that truly belongs to him, and this kind of spell that relies on controlling the five ghosts always makes him feel vain and not very down-to-earth.

So, he immediately diverted the topic and asked towards the north.

"Zen Master, what the hell are you doing over there?"

Kukai looked back to the north for a moment, and after a moment of hesitation, he said with some uncertainty, "I can't figure out what the demon generals want to do, but looking at the current situation, it should be building a shrine, right?"

To the north of them, heavy muck trucks are coming and going in and out of the surrounded construction site, and dozens of excavators are opening up open space one after another with the roar of the tall Shikijin.

Then a mage stepped forward quickly, tamped the ground with a spell, and then summoned the tall Shikijin next to him, erecting huge stone pillars inlaid with runes and spells one after another.

The cedar trees that were urgently transported were blown down from the vehicle by the strong wind, and fell into the planned position accurately, and then the workers who had been preparing for a long time immediately hung nutrients on it, and the saplings grew rapidly in the spells of several mages, and after a while, they grew lush and green, and it looked so unpleasant.

Dozens of designers wearing engineering helmets accompanied the priests in hunting clothes on the busy construction site, constantly putting forward various opinions.

Whenever they gave a suggestion, the priests immediately cast a spell to modify it in order to achieve the designer's intended appearance.

All kinds of brilliant spell lights and shadows are illuminated by the strong light in the middle, just like the magic ball lamp in the dance hall, illuminating a brilliant color.

Zhang Jiao, who was standing outside the construction site and guarding the scene in front of the bodyguards, secretly looked at the operation of the entire construction site with the help of the light gap between the vehicles entering and exiting, and only felt that there was a feeling that the painting style was confused and the world was wrong for the skill tree.

This scene is too much like Dongying's fantasy-style world.

Spell and mechanic, technology and mystery.

He's really looking forward to the rest of the story.

Two days later, as the work ended, a magnificent Japanese shrine appeared in its place.

Birds singing and flowers are fragrant, and the greenery is thick.

The white jade pillar-like torii gate is erected at the entrance of the shrine, and the jade wall surrounds the sacred realm, and the ropes are attached to the torii gate, the shrine hall, the sacred tree, the sacred stone, and other objects that are usually believed to have spiritual powers.

On the approach next to it, stone lanterns are lined up, emitting warm candlelight.

The main hall, coin hall, and worship hall city were built in the center of the shrine according to the highest specifications.

The breeze blew, and the wind chimes on the thick hemp rope hanging in front of the worship hall made a pleasant sound, which was particularly crisp and transparent.

It can be said that the entire shrine is not inferior to Atsuta Jingu, although it may have a lot less time and history than the real thing, but in terms of the magnificence of the building, it is really not much worse.

Daisuke Hasei and Kazuki Abe looked at the grand shrine in front of them and glanced at each other.

The exorcism has officially begun.

On this day, when it was nearly dusk, it was gloomy and gloomy, the rain was miserable, the north wind was calling, and the fallen leaves were scattered.

On the road paved with white cobblestones, Yuriko strolls gracefully along with a white paper roll in both hands.

Every time she took a step forward, the white cobblestone road was lined with a long voice from the priests kneeling on either side of the road in formal attire.

"Ka~~~~ knock !!!"

"Ka~~~~ knock !!!"

The long, deep sound echoed throughout the shrine, and the powerful resonance made the exorcists around the shrine subconsciously hold their breath.

In this deep shout, Yuriko walked step by step towards the altar in front of the main hall.

On the altar, twelve girls with ghost masks and bare ankles were stepping on the heavy musical instrument tones, dancing wildly all the time.

Many of their feet had worn out their skin during the dance, leaving patches of blood behind them, but they continued to dance as if they didn't feel it, until Yuriko walked up.

Yuriko walked to the altar, and the scroll she was holding in both hands was respectfully opened by her, and read it quickly in a crane voice that most Dongying people could not understand in their lives.

"The gods who live in Takamagahara, because of the order of the imperial gods, eight million gods gathered together, and as a result of several discussions and deliberations, the emperor and grandson decree ruled the Mizuho country of Toyoregahara and established a peaceful and stable country, but there is a new god in the country entrusted with the reign of the imperial grandson. ”

As her proclamation ended, the scroll of paper covered with the seal of Tianhuang in her hand immediately turned into a cloud of green smoke and rose into the clouds.

On top of the torii gate of the Taisha Shrine, suddenly golden light flashed, and four Chinese characters of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing appeared on it.

Huangquan Shrine.

As soon as these four big characters were displayed, Jia Qinzi, who was far away in the Senluo Domain, suddenly opened his eyes, and his body involuntarily disappeared in place, leaving only an ancient well that kept oozing turbid yellow aura.

The sky changed in an instant, dark clouds obscured the day, and the dusky sky immediately turned pitch black.

On the altar of Huangquan Shrine.

The turbid yellow liquid kept spewing out from the center like a fountain, and in the blink of an eye, it had filled the entire altar, as if it had become a deep pool.

In the sound of the yin wind, a girl in a moon-white kimono slowly rose from the pool, and countless resentful spirits roared and hideously in the turbid pool at its feet.