Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 249 Conspiracy
An earth magic spell, using the power of Yuanshi Tianzun to form a relationship with the gods, so as to order the gods.

Ordinary cultivators, even if they are beginners, still need the response from the gods.

But Lin Mosheng practiced the way of Huang Ting's body and spirit, and the acupoints in his body had already condensed a statue of Yuanshi Tianzun, just like Sun Monkey, even in the face of an unknown mountain god land, he could easily summon it.

The neon gods present were originally gods who were comparable to earth immortals, and their divine sense had declined. Naturally, Lin Mosheng could easily drink away their guarded minds.

Cooperating with his new Baqi supernatural powers and their own causal defects, Hongchen Yi immediately cut to their minds and let them suffer the consequences.

Theocracy is both power and bondage.

But the neon gods are not conscientious in exercising their divine power, and they are only slightly better than the gods of Olympus.

The yellow clouds covering ten miles of Ping'an capital were dyed red, and the bright lights disappeared. Above the crimson clouds, a handsome young man looked down at the capital below. Gathered in the hands, this time is a real bumper harvest.

Jedi Tiantong dissipated slowly, and a more magnificent beam of light appeared in the sky. The beam of light wanted to lock onto Lin Mosheng, and fell directly. The entire night was rendered into day by the beam of light.

It's fate.

Lin Mosheng felt the power he couldn't resist now, so he wasn't worried.

Sure enough, without waiting for Amaterasu's order to come directly, another divine power like an angry sea directly cut off the beam of light, preventing Amaterasu's order from locking on Lin Mosheng.

In the void, two powerful gods confronted each other. One was wearing a luxurious golden-red crown dress, and she was in the posture of a woman. The dazzling sunlight covered her behind her, making it difficult to see her real appearance. , holding an ancient bronze mirror, on which there is a pattern of a golden crow spreading its wings.

The other one is wearing a wandering samurai uniform, unrestrained, holding a real white bone eight-sided sword in his hand.

After the two met, Tian Zhaoming said, "Be careful playing with fire and setting yourself on fire."

There was a smile on the corner of Susanoo's mouth, "I don't need to worry about it, sister."

After Amaterasu ordered the beam of light locked on him to be cut off, Lin Mosheng resumed his actions.

Suppressed by the formation of Kaminagi, the downed monsters regained their power, and they turned into dark clouds and soared into the sky.

A one-horned monster walked up to Lin Mosheng with a flattering smile, "My lord, you are so powerful, you really deserve to be the great monster who inherits the blood of Baqi..."

Lin Mosheng looked at the one-horned demon with a half-smile, "How does that compare to the sun and the moon?"

The smile on the unicorn's face stagnated, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Even if Lin Mosheng had just defeated the legendary formation of Kaminagi, after all, it was not ordered by Amaterasu to preside over the formation himself. How dare he claim to be comparable to the sun and the moon?

Fortunately, Lin Mosheng helped him answer. With a light wave of the power of Tiancongyun that had not dissipated in his hand, swords like silver threads swung away, and the surrounding monsters were cut apart by the swords. They became scattered corpses. In the end, out of the [-] monsters brought by Lin Mosheng, none of them died under the formation of Kaminagi, but [-] of them died in his hands.

"I don't need trash."

Lin Mosheng calmly looked at the remaining hundred monsters.

These monsters were shrouded in a bone-piercing chill. Although the former Shuten-douji were also cruel, vicious, and moody, they were definitely not like this now. Regardless of the reason, they would kill their own people when they were victorious.

It's like a demon who truly believes in evil.

Overwhelmed by an invisible pressure, they lowered their heads, consciously descended from the clouds, and crawled on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Mosheng took thousands of dead monsters' skill groups into his palm. According to the original historical process, these monsters should have died tonight.

However, because of his intrusion, he directly defeated the Kaminagi formation in a short period of time. In order to maintain the stability of the historical process, he naturally couldn't let the extra monsters survive.

After finishing everything, Lin Mosheng descended from the clouds and walked leisurely along Suzaku Avenue towards the imperial palace. After hesitating for a while, hundreds of powerful monsters behind him carefully followed Lin Mosheng under the leadership of Ibaraki Doji. The invisible monsters The power turned into a light gray and white mist, like a frost mist, which looked like a dream under the moonlight.

"Lord of demons and ghosts."

The quaint Li Bridge fell into Yinyangliao again from the underworld. Abe Qingming on the Li Bridge looked solemnly at Lin Mosheng who was rampaging on Suzaku Avenue. Seeing that he did not have the idea of ​​attacking ordinary people around him, he felt a little relieved.

"Qingming, he has gone to the palace."

He Mao said with a trembling voice that the battle in the Kaminagi Formation was suppressed by the dragon energy of the earth veins, so he couldn't check what happened inside.

When the battle was over, he saw Shuten-douji standing alone on the yellow cloud that had been completely stained red, as if soaked in the blood of a god, and then killed thousands of demons on his side with a single sword.

Facing such a fierce and peerless demon, even if he is one of the best onmyojis of this era, he can't afford any resistance.

"I know."

Abe Seimei said calmly, then he took out a canvas and started painting.

He Maoguangrong said anxiously, "Qingming, why don't we go rescue him?"

Abe Seimei stopped the pen in his hand, looked at Kamo Koei, "What if His Majesty is with him?"

He Maoguangrong's face was pale, and he took two steps back, "How is that possible?"

Abe Seimei looked thoughtfully at the white figure who had gone away, "Maybe not."

The end of Suzaku Avenue.

A huge nine-meter-high, vermilion-colored gate was erected, with low black guards on both sides. The thick and invisible dragon energy formed the city gate, dividing the Ping'an capital before the gate and the imperial residence behind the gate.

Even the powerful monsters behind Lin Mosheng subconsciously held their breath when they came here, bearing the pressure of the earth vein dragon energy.

Lin Mosheng didn't care, and continued to move forward, but the ghosts following behind him could only helplessly stop in place.

The entire Imperial Palace was empty tonight, not only were there no guards for such a big event, there were no ordinary attendants.

Lin Mosheng stopped in front of the first layer of the palace, and there was applause in the palace.

"Sure enough, he is the son of Yamata no Orochi. It's better to meet him than to be famous."

"Your Majesty, now you believe that we will be able to successfully hold the Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice."

Lin Mosheng looked at the source of the sound, and the first thing he saw was a young man in his 20s wearing a black songhe suit. His face was flushed sickly, and madness was hidden under the admiration in his eyes.

Now the Neon Monarch, Cold Spring.

Rumor has it that because of illness, the mad and foolish emperor who left the neon imperial power on the sidelines.

In Lin Mosheng's eyes, the Neon Emperor could indeed be called crazy, but not stupid.

In his body, the earth vein dragon energy that forbids all dharmas is crazily clashing with the power of Amaterasu, and some of the power of Buddhism is mixed in it, which is why he is only in his twenties, but his body is like a rotten tree.

Beside Leng Quan, there was an onmyoji wearing a brown hunting suit. This onmyoji was short in stature, with a wide hunting suit on his body, like a mouse wearing a piece of human skin, his whole body was permeated with coldness , the backlash from the powerful yin and yang techniques he practiced in the early years has turned into substantial resentment, constantly lingering around him.

In order to practice onmyoji, talented people like Abe Seimei put half of their bodies into the ground, and Ashiya Michimi, as an onmyoji comparable to Abe Seimei, naturally did the same.

However, he is slightly better than Abe Seimei in that he has long since given up his identity as a human being, and chose to find another way. With the help of Susanoo's power, he merged himself with the curse of resentment and turned himself into a different kind of monster.

Ashiya Michiman looked at Lin Mosheng and said, "Shuten-douji, the god will come soon, why don't you tell your majesty how to kill the gods of Gaotianyuan today?"

He appeared to be very familiar with Shuten-douji, as if he wanted to introduce Shuten-douji to Reisen.

But only Ashiya Michimitsu knows that even though Shuten-douji raided Heian-kyo today, with the help of Susanoo, he broke the formation of Takamahara Kaminagi and helped Lengquan make up his mind.

But the whole process was completely different. He couldn't understand at all how the sword that Shuten-douji swung at the beginning could cut off the connection between Gao Tianyuan and this world.

No, not only is it cutting off the connection between Gao Tianyuan and this world, before the sword light has completely dissipated, Ashiya Michimi can't even sense the yin and yang gap in the Imperial Palace, as if at that moment, the entire Heian Kyoto was isolated .

This is definitely not the power that Shuten-douji possesses, at least not the power that Shuten-douji possesses that he knows.

So he was very curious, and wanted to figure out what happened in the Kaminagi formation from the side, so as to judge the strength of Shuten-douji.

Lin Mosheng saw Leng Quan and Ashiya Doman standing together, and he instantly judged the current situation.

It seems that for some reason, the current Lord of Neon wants to break free from the shackles of Amaterasu, so he chooses to cooperate with Susanoo. At this time, Shuten-douji, Ashiya Domi is Susanoo and Neon The medium of the cooperation of the sovereign.

Combined with 'history', he thought of more, the demons and disasters in the last years of peace.

And Susanoo is the god of disaster of Neon, and also the lord of demons, and then the power of the Neon king fell to the hands of the samurai, which also represented the fall of Amaterasu's theocratic power exercised on the land of Neon , is a huge blow to Amaterasu.

So I just happened to come at an important time node, and intervened in the second theocratic dispute between Amaterasu and Susanoo. Judging from the results, Susanoo won the victory of this theocracy.

Lin Mosheng looked at Ashiya Doman with a playful smile, "Are you ordering me?"

The friendly smile on Ashiya Michi's face stagnated, with a trace of fear, "How could it be?"

The next moment, what greeted him was a knife gang like a silver moon. The knife gang easily divided him into two, turning into two shadows and melting on Leng Quan's side.

An unnatural look appeared on Leng Quan's face, madness spewed out in his eyes, the surrounding air became scorching hot and thick, and three terrifying auras spewed out from the Zichen Palace, no less than the formation of the gods, targeting Lin Mosheng.

Lin Mosheng looked at Leng Quan, "Be careful Ashiya Daoman, he is not a good guy, by the way, I came here to rob you, you are so rich, you don't mind if I rob you."

After all, he ignored Leng Quan's astonishment and swaggered towards the Treasure Hall.

Leng Quan clasped his hands, closed his eyes and thought for a while, but finally did not use the three artifacts.

The shadow beside the cold spring distorted and turned into the appearance of Ashiya Doman again. His face turned pale, and he looked at the cold spring that was as calm as an unexploded volcano, "Your Majesty, after Susanoo's life comes, he will be punished."

Leng Quan sneered, "Do you believe it yourself?"

Ashiya Michimitsu coughed to hide his guilty conscience.

Since Shuten-douji in front of him dared to be so rude, he must have a reason to convince Susanoo, and even he didn't bother to say this reason in front of himself and Lengquan, so he left under the pretense of being unscrupulous.

Leng Quan looked in the direction of the Hall of Treasures, "As long as I can help me complete the Taishan Mansion Sacrifice and borrow the power of Taishan Mansion to regain my life, I can give him everything he wants."

He turned his head to look at Ashiya Michiman, "Also, it doesn't feel good to have your petty thoughts seen through by others, doesn't it?"

After all, he was the first to laugh idiotically, danced like a madman, and disappeared into the darkness of the silent palace.

Ashiya Michiman glanced at the direction of the Treasure Hall, then at Lengquan who was leaving, and said two words, "Madman."

Lin Mosheng came to the Hall of Treasures, and he was not as excited as he imagined. Although the treasures here are good, and even many things make him, a Taoist of Maoshan, his eyes shine, but they all have a corresponding historical process, so he took them out rashly, not to mention himself Whether it can resist the backlash of history, even if it can be brought back a thousand years later, is still a question.

In the end, he still chose the fine wine in the Treasure Hall. These fine wines were originally consumables and had no effect on history.

When he walked out of the Treasure Hall, a young man in a samurai uniform sat on the fence and looked at him with a smile, "I thought you would choose treasures like weapons?"

Lin Mosheng walked over calmly and threw a jug of fine wine.

The young man took the fine wine, unrestrainedly opened the mouth of the jade pot, took a sip, and exclaimed cheerfully, "It really is worthy of the fine wine of the Tang Dynasty."

Lin Mosheng looked at the jade pot in his hand. There were exquisite pictures of Tang Dynasty ladies on the jade pot. It was indeed something passed down from the Tang Dynasty. The neon lights of this era, as long as they are high-end, are basically passed down from China.

He also took a sip.

After Lin Mosheng drank the wine, Susanoo looked at him and asked seriously, "Can you tell me who you are and where you are from?"

Although he wanted to use Shuten-douji's hand today to defeat the divine thoughts of the gods in Takamahara, the whole process was also beyond his expectations, and what made him more concerned was that Shuten-douji's performance today was a bit too extraordinary, so that he couldn't believe it. I couldn't see Shuten-douji in front of me clearly.

Lin Mosheng had already prepared the answer. He took out a black lacquer box and threw it to Susanoo.

(End of this chapter)