In other countries, the customs and customs are different. The architectural styles of this temple and shrine are also very different, but they are round and have a sharp top.

As you climb up the stairs, the surrounding environment is very quiet, with towering trees and birds singing occasionally, making it even more pure.

At this time, many Yamato people came to worship. When they saw Ye Junsheng coming, they looked sideways, showing a very discomfortable look.

Ye Junsheng turned a blind eye and went straight to the main hall. He saw that it was arranged in a magnificent manner, with a throne appearing in the middle. The god looked like a green face and fangs, not like a god, but more like a ghost.

On both sides of the main statue, there are statues with a smaller specification and a lower grade. They hold strange weapons in their hands and sway their teeth and claws.

There are futons and other objects under the statues of each god for worship and worship.

"June is born!June is born!"

A scream suddenly came from behind, and a hint of anxiety was contained in the sound.

Looking back, it was Mr. Ximen II.

The second young master came hurriedly with two or three servants, grabbed Ye Junsheng, walked outside, and whispered: "Junsheng, why did you come here? Fortunately, Brother Yu was in a hurry to hear the news."

Ye Junsheng raised his eyebrows: "Why, can't I get here?"

The second young master of Ximen smiled bitterly and said, "The customs of this Yamato country are strange, and outsiders are not welcome to visit the shrine."

Ye Junsheng said, "Second Master, you misunderstood. I didn't come here to visit the shrine."

"Uh, why..."

"I'm just here to stroll around and see the scenery."

Some things are shocking and cannot be explained.

The second young master Ximen scratched his head: "There are some things that look good. Let's go, if you are not careful, you will cause disputes. Then it will be a big trouble."

He came with his servants in a hurry and did not paint on his face without makeup.

Originally, Ye Junsheng's existence has attracted the attention of many Yamato people, and with the second young master Ximen, his goal is even greater.

The second young master Ximen had to worry, fearing that it would cause conflict and the consequences would be uncontrollable. Ye Junsheng was a weak scholar, and he could not get out of his way. If something really happened, it would be difficult to get out.

Unexpectedly, Ye Junsheng didn't care. He said calmly: "I'll go in and look for a while, and then leave." Without saying a word, the man had walked into the main hall again.

"Oh, this..."

The second young master Ximen was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ye Junsheng raised his head and raised his chest, stepped inside, opened his eyes without any concealment, and sacrificed his treasure seal on his head, making his spirited light.

"Ah. Who dares to offend me!"

An angry voice came out from the main statue. When I looked at the blue-faced ghost face again, it seemed to become ferocious.

Of course, these changes are invisible to ordinary people.

Ye Junsheng heard the other party's shout. But he didn't understand why, he was as if he was crying and howling. But at this moment, no matter what the other party said, it was no longer important. What was important was just knowing what he was going to do.

The soul god image hung its treasure seal on its head, and roared out. Holding a flying sword in his hand, he said coldly: "The evil demons and heretics wantonly absorb innocent blood, and dared to steal the position of the gods and regard themselves as gods. Today I will kill them."

The thoughts swirled, and the flying sword turned into electric light, slashing towards the black gas above the statue.

"You dare to collide with me, damn it!"

The black air transformed into a tall demon god, with horns on his head, wearing armor, holding a giant axe in one hand, and roaring and fighting with the flying sword.

Ye Junsheng dared to take action as soon as he met, and naturally he could see that the Yamato god was not very powerful. If he counted, he would at most be in the realm of scattered immortals.

The essence of the scattered immortals is the gods, and the people's wishes remains unchanged.

This is Ye Junsheng's strength. The flying sword is the main attack, and the treasure seal rotates smoothly, emitting layers of golden light, covering the entire hall. Several other groups of black gas turned into images and thought of helping, but they were all bound by the ban on the treasure seal and could not be approached.

Ye Junsheng fought quickly and decided quickly, and he mastered a flying sword to perfection. Driven by his thoughts, he suddenly divided into eight. It was the eight sword formation of Yongzi, which was quite skillfully practiced.

The sword formation opened and its power was great. If it weren't for the "Three Strings of Swords" that had not been refined and became a formation diagram and merged into one, the power would have been at least several times.

Even so, under the fierce attack of the sword formation, the god was still in a state of irritation and screamed in anger.

Speaking of which, it deserves to be unlucky. The little ghost under its seat found Ye Junmei and saw that his cultivation was low and he was a Tianhua. This god wanted to plunder her qi and blood, absorb it for his own use, and strengthen his cultivation.

This is not the first time I did it. I don’t know how many times I have done it before. Those who have been plundered with qi and blood often appear to be in a state of acute illness, dying and dying soon. As for ordinary doctors, they cannot diagnose and treat it at all, at most they say words like “If you don’t adapt to the environment and die from sudden illness”.

Unexpectedly, Ye Junsheng used the treasure seal to suppress his breath and could not detect it, but the god kicked it on the iron plate.

Saw!

Eight sword lights swung, and characters were faintly flowing in the light. Those characters were very mysterious and had magical functions. Each time they flashed, they could weaken the opponent's breath by one point.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, the god wanted to escape.

"Where to go!"

The mysterious yellow stone seal of heaven and earth suddenly became larger, like a hill, pressing heavily. The formation turned and immediately took the other party into the Qiankun space and became a prisoner.

After many practical battles, Ye Junsheng is now very skilled in using the flying sword seal. With these two treasures to help, his strength has come to the forefront.

The struggle that the naked eye is invisible to the mortal fetus occurs in the dark, and time is very fast, but in just a moment, the dust has settled.

The soul god returned to the orifice and his eyes returned to normal. Ye Junsheng smiled at the corner of his mouth. Without hesitation, he turned around and walked out.

The second young master Ximen was waiting outside like an ant on a hot pan. After finally seeing him come out, he quickly said, "Junsheng, let's finish the scenery."

Ye Junsheng smiled and said, "It's really not very good-looking. Compared to our Tianhua, there are heaven and earth." He said, not slow at all under his feet.

The second young master Ximen said in his heart: I just told you not to leave, but now I have to hurry up, why bother?

While complaining inwardly, I was a little strange. I always felt that Ye Junsheng is a little different from Ye Junsheng just now.

Boom!

There was a loud noise behind him, and it originated from the shrine behind him, followed by a shocking wail and screaming.

The second young master Ximen knew how to speak, but when he heard this, he was shocked: it turned out that the statue of the god worshipped in the shrine for a hundred years suddenly cracked and collapsed for some reason.

The statue of the god falls and the gods die, which is a sign of great danger.

What happened to this?

Suddenly, the second young master of Ximen understood a little why Ye Junsheng walked so fast—

Hey, no, how did Ye Junsheng know that the statue of the god will fall?

But in a hurry, he had no time to think too much, only regretting his parents having less legs and leaving quickly, so as not to be swarmed up by hundreds of believers to death. (To be continued.)
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