Urban Cultivation I am a legend

Chapter 430 Vajra Pestle

The vajra continued to rotate slowly, and then a deep Sanskrit singing sound came from the vajra.

The clerics of the shrine who were watching were shocked, and the Sanskrit singing seemed to have the effect of taking people's hearts and souls.

Mitsui Toshita still frantically poured the mana in his body into the vajra, and he didn't know how much mana the vajra could absorb.

In Mitsui's sense of climbing down, the vajra was like a bottomless pit. He had tried many times before, but he had never fully activated the vajra.

As Mitsui Dengxia injected all his mana, the aura of the Vajra Pestle became thicker and stronger, and Mitsui Dengxia's face also became a little pale.

Although he didn't know the details of the young man, someone who could destroy his own spiritual knife with a single punch was definitely worthy of using the Vajra pestle.

Mitsui Toshita has great confidence in this vajra. He has tested it several times before, and its power is amazing, not to mention that he has given all his mana this time.

The surrounding clergymen looked at the mysterious Vajra in front of them, and they all had the idea of ​​bowing their heads in worship. They said with emotion in their hearts that Master Mitsui Dengxia is the guardian of the Yasukuni Shrine, and his strength is really extraordinary. .

Mitsui waited and looked at the stunned look of the young man opposite him and sneered in his heart. It seemed that he was frightened by his mighty vajra. He was about to direct the vajra to attack the young man when he suddenly felt a blur in front of him. .

A group of people blew over like a gust of wind, and held his vajra in his hand. Mitsui Dengxia suddenly felt that the vajra had lost contact with him.

"Yes, I like this thing."

Lin Fei was attracted by the Vajra Pestle the moment Mitsui climbed down and offered it. He immediately felt that it was a very powerful magic weapon.

After seeing Mitsui climb down to control the sacrifice, he found that the white-robed devil didn't know how to use the vajra at all, and could only play a superficial role.

So Lin Fei was unceremonious, stepped forward, and snatched the Vajra Pestle.

Under the impact of Lin Fei's powerful divine sense, Mitsui climbed down and left the manipulative divine sense on the vajra, which was instantly erased and became Lin Fei's magical weapon.

The priests of the shrine who were watching around didn't react at once. What's the situation?Why did Master Mitsui not cast a spell to attack, why did this person come here to snatch the treasure?

This is unreasonable, how can there be such a rascal?The clerics who were watching looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"No...give me back the magic weapon!"

Mitsui was also taken aback by Lin Fei's sudden attack, but he understood in a blink of an eye that this young man was blatantly snatching his magic weapon, how could he play like this? !

Mitsui Toshita felt that he had practiced all his life, and he had never seen such a fighting method. He felt like a fool, being played by others.

Mitsui's face turned red, he forced his remaining mana, and grabbed the vajra, trying to snatch back his magic weapon.

"Fuck off!"

Lin Fei saw that the white-robed old man was desperate and wanted to snatch the magic weapon from his own hands, so he raised the vajra and waved it down for Mitsui.

For the Japanese, Lin Fei did not have a good impression. Lin Fei's grandfather had participated in the Anti-Japanese War, and Lin Fei often listened to his father telling him the battle stories of his grandfather when he was a child.

For these unrepentant, still arrogant Japanese, Lin Fei naturally would not show mercy.

Mitsui Dengxia had injected almost all his mana into the Vajra Pestle. He didn't have much mana left, but he didn't think about it at all when he was in a hurry. This is the treasure he valued most, and he must not just be treated like this. People snatch it.

But the next moment, he felt a huge force and heart-piercing pain coming from his chest.

Mitsui stepped down and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and flew more than ten meters away, landing among the crowd of clergymen who were watching.

"Master Mitsui!"

"Master Mitsui!"

The onlookers let out an exclamation.

The blood spurted by Mitsui climbed down from the air, and it stained the bodies of all the onlookers.

Seeing Mitsui Toshita fall from the air, several clergymen onlookers hurriedly reached out to catch it, but when they took a look at it, they found that Master Mitsui Toshita's sternum was completely broken, and he had already lost his breath.

"Master Mitsui!"

The priests hugging Mitsui's body were filled with grief and indignation. They stared fiercely at Lin Fei, but they didn't dare to go forward.

"roll!"

Lin Fei coldly glanced at the people around him, and lightly waved the vajra in his hand. Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers felt a huge force, and they all fell to the ground, staggering to and fro.

When the huge force disappeared, those who fell on the ground hurriedly got up, ignoring Mitsui's body, and fled in all directions in a panic.

Lin Fei didn't look at them any more, and carefully looked at the vajra he just snatched from his hand.

Lin Fei found that the Vajra Pestle was simple in shape, made of neither gold nor wood, with a pointed end and five petals at the other end.

Holding it in the hand, a strong and unparalleled breath came from it.

Looking at this rare magic weapon, Lin Fei couldn't help nodding his head repeatedly. He didn't expect that the white-robed old man had such a treasure despite his weak magic power.

It's a pity that he couldn't figure out how to use this magical weapon until his death, but Lin Fei also knew that with his level, he really couldn't fully drive this treasure. In his hands, it was like a child playing with a big stick. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself.

After playing with the vajra for a while, Lin Fei put it back into the storage ring. He looked up at Li Tiannan, and found that he was still practicing the secret technique attentively, and Li Tiannan's Nascent Soul body was becoming more and more solid.

A martial arts incident occurred at the Yasukuni Shrine, and the news that the guardian of the shrine was killed by a single blow was like a gust of wind, shaking the entire cultivation world in Tokyo.

In the lobby of a certain house in a quiet manor in the northern suburbs of Tokyo, a man with a large red spot on his forehead was sitting on a tatami mat, listening to another person's report.

This man does not seem to be very old, but the deep eyes make people dare not have any contempt.

"Who did it?"

the man asked casually.

"Reporting to Venerable Chi Zang, I heard that he is a native of Huaxia. That man looks very young, and with him is a Nascent Soul who lost his body."

A young man in front of the man's tatami reported respectfully.

"There is also a Nascent Soul who lost his body?"

The man called Chi Zang Venerable stood up at once.

"interesting."

Venerable Chizang's eyes were full of playfulness.

(End of this chapter)