Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 134 Yamata no Orochi is dead (seeking tickets for subscription)

The sky in Chiyoda Ward is sunny, but the dark clouds in Ota Ward cannot be seen.

The strong demonic energy that stirs the atmosphere can only be perceived through the spiritual sense.

Seimei Aoyama, who was elected as the priest, stood on the porch, looking in the direction of Ota District, with a serious expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Yamata no Orochi... It seems to have come back to life."

"That guy is still as arrogant as ever, hey, hey, Qingming, shall we hack him to death?"

Yao Dao Ji's eyes fluttered, and she expressed her inner desire to join the war in a coquettish tone of traveling.

She is eager to kill, cutting the enemy with the blade or being cut by the enemy is a good experience.

Seimei Aoyama did not choose to act.

The identity of the priest made him unable to do as he used to.

Now he represents the main hall of the shrine in every move, so he has to be cautious, "This is a battle for the religious management office. If we intervene rashly, it will arouse their dissatisfaction."

"It's their incompetence that caused this to happen."

Yaodao Ji folded her hands behind her head, and her puffed-out chest showed a snow-white weapon of the world.

Qingshan Seimei did not answer, quietly watching the distance, hoping not to cause a catastrophe.

……

Dark cloud tops.

No wind.

Yamata no Orochi is in an extremely happy mood, and the long-lost sky, land, and air are filled with the sweet fragrance of people.

Fascinated him deeply.

"Baqi Great God, congratulations on your resurrection."

A voice interrupted Yamata no Orochi's joy, and the amber eyes fell to the tiny ants on the ground. They looked like servants who had received his power gift, "Oh, so it was you."

Forgot the name, but there is no need to remember it.

A servant is a servant.

"Hey, it's villains, they are our enemies!"

Tateishi Kenjiro nodded and bowed, with a face full of respect and admiration, like a dog leg in a film and television drama who treats the prince.

Yamata no Orochi cast his eyes on the two small figures on the opposite side, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense.

His affection for humans is limited to delicious food.

The only good humans are those who can chew in their mouths.

A head opened its bloody mouth wide, spitting out a stream of thick dark purple venom from the center of its throat.

The other end opened its mouth and ejected a cylindrical high-density flame.

Unlike other monsters, Yamata no Orochi has eight instincts, eight heads, and can deal with enemies from eight different directions at the same time.

The most feared thing in life is gang fights.

He didn't pay attention to the mere two human beings.

Boom, the flames fell, burning the ground into hot magma, and the man with the inch head was probably burned to ashes, and the breath disappeared in Yamata no Orochi's perception.

He turned his gaze to the blond man who split the venom with his bare hands, "Oh, you have some skills, I will eat you."

"A monster that practices magic, don't allow it to live!"

Mijat shouted, the spiritual power in his body exploded, and when he kicked his feet, the ground shattered into grids.

The declaration of the great god cast by Odin is unstoppable!
Before Yamata no Orochi could react, Mijat had already rushed forward.

With both arms backward, the spiritual power rushes through the meridians of both hands, and finally gathers on the surface of the fist, "God's impact!"

The fists slammed forward, like a meteor piercing through the air, hitting the huge body of Yamata no Orochi.

The shocking impact penetrated the scales and hit his body directly.

"Wow!" Yamata no Orochi spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were full of surprises, can the current supernatural being develop to ignore the scale defense?

However, trying to defeat him based on these alone would be too contemptuous of the demon.

Mijat wanted to make persistent efforts, but the breath from his mouth and nose suddenly turned snow white.

Frost spreads from where the fist fell.

Oops, he took a sudden breath, the spiritual power vibrated in the meridians, which in turn affected the surface of the body, trying to shatter the ice that had formed on it.

Boom!Before the ice shattered, a big explosion occurred, and the impact hit Mijat's face, his arms were bloody, and the coat on it burst directly.

There was a brief dizziness in the head.

A rock thorn suddenly bounced up, and the moment it hit Mijat's abdomen, the severe pain woke him up, and he subconsciously arched his back in an attempt to dissipate his strength.

Boom!The rock thorn exploded again, directly blasting Mijat into the air, and fell to the ground several times.

A huge shadow shrouded Mijat lying on the ground, his amber eyes were condescending, and he looked down at him with the eyes of a human looking down on an ant, "Idiot, do you think that you are my opponent who can penetrate my scales?"

"too naive."

Yamata no Orochi has a huge demon power, eight instincts, apart from endowment and resurrection, the remaining six instincts have extremely strong offensive power.

If it is scattered, it means that his head can become six SSS-level monsters.

And when they are put together, it is not as simple as one plus five equals six.

Especially his explosive instinct, which can turn any of his attacks into explosive bombs.

Venom, flames, rock thorns, any elemental attack he spit out can be activated by the explosive instinct to carry out a second attack.

"Even if another thousand years pass, human beings will not be able to defeat me."

Yamata no Orochi's tone reveals a strong confidence.

Mijat tried to get up, but there was severe pain in his hands and feet, and his face was distorted. Let alone standing up, it became extremely difficult to even move a finger.

With internal organs damaged, it is almost impossible to continue fighting.

These questions flashed through his mind, and after solving the high-defense scales, his instinctive response to Yamata no Orochi was still a little insufficient.

No, it should be said that he can't beat him at all, and it has nothing to do with intelligence.

There is an absolute power gap between the two sides.

Up to now, the only way is to try to self-destruct to see if this evil snake can be dragged into hell.

The moment he opened his mouth to devour himself, just blew himself up.

"Haha." Mijat let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Yamata no Orochi didn't understand how this guy could laugh, "Are you crazy?

It doesn't matter, the brain doesn't affect the taste. "

"That's right, this is the first time I've seen a monster with multiple instincts."

Hearing the voice of praise, Yamata no Orochi suddenly shifted his gaze to the right, and the inch-headed man who should have died stood there safely, "Aren't you dead?"

"Of course not. I just went outside temporarily to see someone's strength, but I was knocked to the ground in a blink of an eye, saving me the trouble of punching."

Bailong shrugged.

"It's really unforgiving." Mijat smiled wryly, not surprised by his appearance in his heart.

It would surprise him if he died so easily.

"God Yaqi, this guy is called Bailong, and he is the man who has the title of the strongest martial artist on the surface."

Tateishi Kenjiro hurriedly introduced.

In terms of combat, he can't help much, so he can only work hard in this area.

Because his strength reached the ninth level through the divine blood, his skills and fighting awareness did not improve at the same time.

Otherwise, while stealing Baqi's head, the guards of the eighth realm should be killed instead of letting go.

"Oh." Yamata no Orochi showed a trace of solemnity in his eyes, wondering how this guy avoided his own perception?
Forget it, Yamata no Orochi doesn't think about that anymore, he just needs to launch an instinctive attack and see how the opponent responds.

The three heads opened their mouths together, and first spewed out an orange flame, matched with the strong wind and the instinct to explode.

triple.

The wind rolled the flames, like a fire tornado penetrating the sky and the earth.

The fiery air wave rushed towards his face, Bailong took half a step, and slashed forward with a vacuum knife.

Boom, the fire tornado was split from it, and the wind and fire generated by the explosion churned in the vacuum area, unable to hurt him.

With a kick.

Yamata no Orochi lost sight of the white dragon, sensed the aura underneath, manipulated the rock thorns, covered it with a layer of ice, mixed with the instinct to explode.

The ice-blue rock thorns suddenly shot into the air, but did not explode, indicating that the enemy avoided it.

This thought flashed through Yamata no Orochi's mind.

Bailong grabbed Kenjiro Tateishi's head with one hand, and in the terrified eyes of this man, he threw the person directly at Yamata no Orochi's fire-breathing head.

boom!
The head, which claimed to be indestructible by any extraordinary person, exploded immediately.

The blood rushed out like a fire hose spraying water.

It's like a rainstorm falling on the ground.

Mijat's eyes were wide open, and he could hardly believe what happened in front of him. He once touched Yamata no Orochi's head to test the hardness of the scales.

The result obtained was quite hard, and his fists with all his might could not damage the surface scales at all.

That's why he put in all his effort to study the Wave Fist, destroying Yamata no Orochi's body by directly hitting the inside without destroying the scale itself.

But what did he see?
Head burst!

Is it possible that Tateishi Kenjiro is the kind of "super weapon" that can ignore the defense and cause real damage to the enemy?

"Ahhh!" Yamata no Orochi roared, unable to believe that his hardest head was actually blown off, and his amber eyes were bloodshot and said: "Kill you! I will kill you!"

The temperature of the surrounding air dropped suddenly, and he tried to slow down the white dragon's actions.

Frost covered Mijat's body, and he was shivering from the cold, almost unable to breathe.

White dragons are unaffected by chill.

The torrential spiritual power circulates in the body as a small universe.

If it weren't for wanting to eat sweet watermelon, the hot weather outside would not affect him at all.

After all, iced watermelon can taste the best only in midsummer.

The white dragon leaped to the head of Yamata no Orochi spitting out venom, under the gaze of the bloodshot right eye.

He untied the kung fu shirt and threw it into the air.

Turning around, the strong arms make the Christmas tree on the back show clear lines, and every muscle stretches along with the latissimus dorsi.

Falling into the eyes of Yamata no Orochi, the pores of the muscles on the back of the body are releasing highly poisonous, enough to dissolve the air and any life.

The gazer will be drawn into a bottomless vortex of darkness.

The soul has to leave the body.

This man is dangerous!
Yamata no Orochi's vertical pupils widened at the same time, and his fear made him want to escape from here immediately, without looking back, escape from this place forever, and escape to a world without white dragons.

Bailong turned his head and didn't say anything, but seemed to hear a sentence in Yamata no Orochi's mind, "You should be on your way."

Twisting his waist, his right hand grabbed the eye socket.

"No!" Yamata no Orochi tried hard to close his eyelids.

How could he be willing to die like this!
Obviously just resurrected!

Bailong's right hand pierced the eyeball first, and the blue eyelid fell on the strong muscle, just like a mortal pushing a mountain hard, unable to change a little.

"Meteor impact!" Bailong suddenly grabbed the eye sockets and picked up Yamata no Orochi, and threw it over his shoulder to the ground.

Boom!

The earth-shattering vibration threw Mijat high to the ground tens of meters above.

Crack, it was like a rag fell on the hot road again.

He gritted his teeth in pain, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, the ground stopped shaking, and streaks of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds.

The world ushered in extraordinarily quiet.

The dazzling sunlight fell on Mijat's body, and he stared blankly until the light dazzled his eyes.

He heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Quick, be careful!" "The enemy is Yamata no Orochi, we will focus on attacking places other than the head!"

After praying, the priests of the Religious Administration Office, with the determination to die, formed a team and appeared in Denenchofu [-]-chome.

Taking a look at Venice, the place that should have been a mansion turned into a huge pothole, and the bottom cannot be seen from here.

A familiar figure lay on the street outside the pothole.

"Senior, no, it's more appropriate to call you Judas. It's been a long time." Venice pushed the brown round glasses with his hand, looking down at the respected senior in the past.

It looked like a dog with a broken spine ran into a garbage dump and rolled around a few times.

"It's really a good look."

"Venice, you have become an excellent priest."

Mijat recognized the man in front of him, and raised the corner of his mouth, feeling happy for this junior.

Veins faintly popped out of Venice's forehead. He didn't say anything at the beginning and betrayed the Office of Religious Administration. It's been a long time since I saw him. How dare he say such a thing?
He really wanted to get angry, but he still held back his anger and said coldly, "What happened?"

"You can see for yourself."

Mijat didn't say it directly, but said with a sigh: "That is a scene that cannot be described in words."

Venice quickly trampled off his broken hands and feet, and stepped forward on the bloody footprints, "Jack, watch him.

Let us have mercy even for the betrayer, and purify his sins with fire. "

A few steps to the edge, Venice looked down, smoke and dust covered the sight of the naked eye, like a muddy lake.

He could feel the strong demonic aura underneath, but he couldn't detect the activities of the demonic aura.

How is this going?

"Let me disperse it." The priest next to him flipped through the Bible, and it didn't record any Gospel, but a talisman.

After tearing off a page, spiritual power poured into the spiritual pattern on the surface, and the ancient text came alive, showing the power it should have.

The invisible wind blows through the smoke and dust, unveiling the mysterious veil underneath.

The ground burned by the fire was full of scars, and the interlaced cracks showed the intensity of the battle.

Judging from the spiritual pressure response on the ground, these were left by human mages.

Probably a Transcendent who wants to take advantage of opportunities.

Venice made a judgment in his heart, his eyes swept across the magma pool, and the smoke rolled over the blue scales.

The neck that once possessed unrivaled strength of ordinary people hangs down.

The huge body is deeply embedded in the earth.

Blood gushed from the cracks in the pit.

All the indestructible heads exploded, and the original appearance was completely invisible. The flesh and skull were washed by blood, like strawberry juice with cream.

"Nani?!" Venice yelled, staring blankly at the corpse of Yamata no Orochi, then turned his head to look at Mijat lying on the ground, "You did this?"

"No."

Mijat did not falsely claim this credit, even if he did, he might escape the punishment of being burned at the stake, but no, he said, "That man called himself White Dragon."

"So it was him!" Venice's mind flashed through the man he met at the hotel that night, with a strange expression on his face, he murmured, "Is the rumor exaggerated?"

"It's not that the rumors are exaggerating, but the white dragon is so powerful that it is unreasonable. It almost killed Yamata no Orochi with crushing force, like an adult beating an infant."

Mijat recalled the scene when Yamata no Orochi was picked up. The seemingly simple beating contained extremely high skill, which shattered all the resistance of Yamata no Orochi in an instant.

"The so-called Valkyrie is used to call people like him."

"A monster."

Venice made a different evaluation, turned his head to look into the pit, and felt a little sympathy for Yamata no Orochi in his heart.

He had just been resurrected, and before he could even enjoy himself, he was beaten into this appearance.

Tsk tsk, bad luck.

……

Adachi Ward, West Ixing.

The living room of the Jingu House.

Chisa Jingu cut up the big watermelon in the refrigerator, first cut it into slices, and then cut it in half, so as not to fill her mouth with watermelon juice.

"The powerful monster energy disappeared."

Jingong Qiansa washed the western-style kitchen knife for cutting watermelon, and said with a smile on her face, "Brother Long is coming back."

"That's right." Jingong Mingtong lay on the table, and originally wanted to find the snake god society to pass the summer vacation time, but they turned out to be so deadly and took the initiative to come to the door, "Hey, a bunch of idiots.

However, what do they want to do when they enter the Jingu family? "

"I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway."

Jingu Chisa shook her head, she had a guess in her mind that it might have something to do with that woman.

Only that woman will involve those dark forces.

The reason why, she couldn't guess, who made her sister not listen to a few words, and waved the flame blade, even saving the process of sending them to the crematorium.

"Forget it, I'm so hungry, why hasn't the idiot dragon come back?"

Mingong Mingtong rubbed her belly with her hands.

Qian Sha seemed to be remembering something, and said with a smile: "Brother Long said just now, he will never be angry with sister."

"Ha, it has nothing to do with me."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately refuted her sister's words.

"That's right." Qiansha smiled slightly, not in a hurry, and slowly broke through her sister's psychological defenses, allowing her to increase her affection for Brother Long.

"I am back!"

Bailong's voice came from the entrance.

"Welcome back, Brother Long~"

She put the kitchen knife back in place, walked to the dining table and said, "The watermelon has been cut, try it."

Bailong washed his hands and walked towards the living room. The kung fu shirt was draped over his shoulders like a towel, and his well-defined muscles were exposed to the sight of the two sisters.

Qiansha's breathing suddenly became heavy, and she felt her legs were a little soft, and she really wanted to be hugged by Brother Long.

"It's time to turn on the air conditioner, your faces are flushed with heat."

Bailong complained that Qiansha was too frugal, reached out to take the cold watermelon, and took a bite.

The cold sweetness bursts on the tip of the tongue, as if dispelling the heat, it is really delicious.

"This is also the practice of endurance."

Qiansha responded with a smile, her eyes aimed at her sister.

Jingong Mingtong looked away guiltily, wondering in his mind, it's not that he hasn't seen the upper body of the idiot dragon before, and something seemed wrong just now, "Indeed, we should turn on the air conditioner, it's too hot!"

It was so hot that the thoughts in her head were a little strange.

(End of this chapter)