In the dark street corners and alleys, the clear moonlight was blocked by the high courtyard walls and could not shine properly.

Asada Hakuro was holding a yellow talisman engraved with complex runes. He was wrapped in night clothes, only a pair of brown eyes were exposed.

There was no cowardice in those eyes, and they were full of forbearance and tenacity. He had planned several years of ninja training, but with his excellent bloodline, he completed it in less than three months.

The instructor came from the elite ninja force of the Kamisato family on the other side of the ocean - the final series. Even though he had served the Kamisato family for generations and had rich experience in the final series, the instructor was amazed by the learning speed of these dragon blood descendants.

It would be understandable if they were just a few, but those children who stepped into the blood pool and survived all completed the special training with excellent and rapid results and became qualified ninjas.

Faced with the shocking birth of a super unit, the instructor had no intention of publicizing it. No matter what, he was a ninja in the final chapter, loyal to the society and the Kamisato family.

If the Shangshan family alone is not enough to keep him silent, then the relationship between the head of the Shangshan family and the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family can completely make him shut up.

However, although the instructor knew that this group of twenty special forces was terrifying, he did not realize that the truth behind their strength was that they contained the blood and bones of another race that was far more powerful than humans.

At this moment, in the quiet empty alley, Asada Bailang was already standing against the corner. The rich darkness enveloped him and blended into the surrounding dark environment. The ordinary naked eye could not see the difference at all.

There was an imperceptible light golden luster in his eyes, and he chanted "Yan Ling Ming Zhao".

It distorts the light in the field to achieve an effect similar to invisibility, and only produces a faint black mist when moving. The possessor of this kind of word spirit is the uncrowned king of the shadows, and the ninja Asada Hakuro has this ability.

The sound of rickety footsteps clicked on the bluestone, and the rickety shadow fell into the alley against the light of the lights. Asada Bailang did not move, this was not the person he wanted to kill.

His enhanced five senses could smell the smell of alcohol and hear the thoughts in the thin man's mouth. The most important thing was that he had the Spirit of Words and Mingzhao, and it was impossible for mortal eyesight to detect what was lurking in the shadows.

of him.

The drunkard was cursing and cursing that the price of alcohol had gone up again.

As he walked, he poured another sip of wine into his mouth. Suddenly he felt a chill down his spine. Regardless of his flushed face, he looked around instinctively and stumbled away quickly.

Asada Bairo remained silent and retracted his murderous intent.

If before he was a cheetah ready to attack, now he is a poisonous snake lurking in the corner.

For a long time, Asada Hakuro was too lazy to expel the intruders. He just controlled the contraction of his blood, and his breathing dropped to the extreme. His body temperature became cold due to reduced metabolism, and his skin was as cold as snake scales.

Suddenly, a gust of evening wind blew by, and a snow-white figure floated over.

He was wearing a black gown, with rolled-up cuffs and sharp edges.

"Master, there are no taboos." Asada Hakuro presented the yellow talisman in his hand, with a pious expression as if he was paying tribute. He did not dare to look at anyone, just because the pull on his bloodline made him tremble.

"..." Shangshan Zhaoyue reached out and took it, and sure enough, she found the ancient energy of the Rock God that penetrated the years, but the power was very little, almost nonexistent.

Legend has it that the Baiwu Taolu in ancient times was not only a certificate for entering and exiting the Jueyun and gaining the trust of the immortals, but it was also a talisman that summoned thousands of troops.

But for now, it seems that this thing can only look familiar to the immortals.

"Well done," he left these words, as happy as when he arrived.

In an instant, human voices and birds, beasts and insects appeared again. Asada Yakuro was in a trance, feeling that everything just now was like a dream, but he shook his hand, and the memory of obtaining the yellow talisman and bringing it was so clear in his mind.

He bowed and left quickly.

Although he calls himself the head of the family, his inner respect for Shangshang Zhaoyue is more similar to that of God the Father, a great being who has the gift of reconstruction and bestows divine power.

God's creations naturally respond to God's requests. He, Asada Hakuro, like the other nineteen people, is willing to become God's sword.

"One Hundred No Taboos." Shangshan Zhaoyue once again stood on the pavilion near the water. In front of him was a large artificial lake, which was filled with Tianheng Mountain Water and raised with dragon-flying koi.

At this time, the morning light alternated, and the lake was filled with smoke and sparkling waves. He held the yellow talisman in his hand and looked carefully at the words that seemed to be branded with blood.

"puff!"

The flame suddenly rose, and the yellow talisman was directly ignited, turning into soot and falling to the lake, mixing into the smoke and dissipating.

The golden light in Shangshang Zhaoyue's eyes surged, and he quickly took everything in his eyes from burning to destroying the Baiwu Taolu, and then let it be burned.

There was no talisman in his hand, only a tiny embers.

But he stretched out his hand, and an earthy-yellow gold-rich light suddenly condensed. Finally, blood-colored symbols appeared like embroidery, and a brand new "No Taboo" appeared again.

He mobilized the elemental power again, and after thinking for a while, he found a leaf rippling in the water, and then faced the corridor behind him, and there were no taboos in response to his appeal.

The leaf fragments that he tore into pieces in the air finally turned into strong and sharp figures standing there. They were covered with simple ancient armors, but their weapons were similar to those of the army guarding Liyue today, and their faces were blurry.

It's like they were carved from the same mold, even the chilling aura is surprisingly consistent.

Shangshan Zhaoyue smiled and waved his hand, and this miracle of spreading beans and becoming an army returned to ordinary leaves.

The Bai Wu Tao Lu was still in his hand, but this time it disappeared without leaving any trace.

Shangyue Zhaoyue stood with her hands behind her hands. He was plotting something. This was a rare situation.

Standing on the throne of the world, he can even achieve the miracle of creation, and ordinary etiquette can no longer restrain him.

But creation is a taboo realm after all. Even if it is a creature in the emergency realm, this cannot be used as a permanent means. What's more, the higher the status of the life, the more authority it takes away from the Creator.

He is just an immature creator who cannot support the coming of such a life, so he chooses to save the country through a curveball.

Since I can't pay the price, I'll find someone who can.

He wants to seize the power of the demon god. There are not many demon gods confirmed to be alive, and even fewer are suitable for hunting. Perhaps only the big demon in the sea can allow him to strip away his essence.

The original plan was to use violent means to directly pull out the opponent's core. Now the plan remains unchanged. It is just necessary to bring enough surprises to Liyue Port while pulling out the core.
Chapter completed!