Puppets and mirrors are the media, and God depends on incense to come to people. Even for thirty-six days, the gods have to use incense to continue the people’s little gods, and that is no exception, no matter whether it is a ghost, a monster, an elf or a demon before it becomes a god, there must be incense in the body!
"Arrogance wants an ordinary weapon to kill God?"
Shinto monks are all sullen and have a distorted population expression. "The gods are so bold that they dare to wield their swords at the gods!"
"If the devil doesn’t respect the gods!"
Another person said, "I’m afraid this demon’s arrogance is really transformed by Nobukazu’s evil spirit."
The monks talked here.
Many Shinto brothers urged the gods to move forward!
The gods move forward
Cut by a sword!
A sword light cuts through the sky, just waving it will make the gods blind, and at one moment, a dog-headed god is hit by a sword and his head is cut in two on the spot!
A large number of swords are artifacts even if they can’t be motivated. Even if they are a hammer, it’s not everything. With a blow, a dog’s head that rushed to the gods will be hammered and exploded. With a wave of his hand, two or three gods will be chopped to death immediately!
And when several gods die,
Ji Xiang smiled at the corner of her mouth.
Boom
Sudden wind will drive his gods back, and those slain gods will pour incense from the gap in their bodies!
JiXiang mouth suck!
The incense turns into a strong wind and enters the mouth!
"shout! Happy! "
Sensing that the mana gradually recovered, Ji Xiang showed a ferocious smile, and this sudden change caused a stir among the Shinto brothers in front. Even the dozen big monks looked at each other and were surprised. I don’t know what happened.
"He killed God and swallowed incense?"
The old Shinto monk stared at the battlefield and suddenly screamed, "Take back the gods quickly!"
"It’s late!"
Although I don’t know what happened, the old monk’s judgment is correct, but it is impossible for Ji Xiang to restore his wishful mana for a moment!
This straight shinto suddenly divides into a long line from head to tail.
The earth is split straight like a dividing line when heaven and earth alternate in the morning and evening.
The old monk dodged the blow.
However, there is no intention to overhaul the congenital environment, and he is also divided into two parts with one blow
No, it’s not, but when the sword came, people and everything had been cut. The sword waved faster than the sound.
So …
Sonic boom swept the world!
The old monk in Jianshan was so scared that his face turned white. This day, the ruins of the house were greatly changed, and the moment roared out!
"A lot of swords!"
How can this ancient magic weapon go to the front battlefield appear in this place …
No, the other party is not Nobunaga, who has a large number of Demonbane heads … The person in front of him is …!
Guo du hai Tian mo!
Ji Xiang laughed. The first sword was cut vertically, and the second sword was cut horizontally! Two swords to cut heaven and earth!
Hundreds of gods destroy incense and pour into her elephant. Mana is restored!
And a large number of swords chopped into a hall in the depths of the shrine and rushed out of a vast sun be the spirit.
The real big shot was forced out by these two swords, and Ji Xiang saw that the left hand waist that rushed to his side was the same.
A golden light suddenly waved.
"Purdue Heaven!"
That sun be the spirit rush was hit and flew far away!
The golden light flows like insidious smile.
"Golden strike is the most cost-effective when it is the weakest!"
"I’ll see where you hide with a blow!"
Ji Xiang threw the golden strike out, and the golden light flashed, and the figure in the sun be the spirit was obviously amazed. At one moment, he was hit by the golden strike and hit his head!
Chapter three hundred and sixty-five National enemy
The pure sun be the spirit immediately crumbles, and a golden blow will hit the other side with the whole body wrapped in the pure sun’s spirit, coughing up blood and retreating. This is the moment when dozens of golden runes fly out of her elephant sleeve, and all kinds of spells fly into the pure sun be the spirit and then blow up!
"There are not many spells. The Tibetan King said that it is true that North Korea has been fighting and consumes a lot of mana and spells every day. I am not equipped enough. There should be enough yellow symbols for Shintoism here, right?"