I set off the Night Parade of Hundred Demons in Tokyo

Deep in the mountains of Higashiweijiu.

This is a forest, surrounded by rocks and old trees. There are no people or animals around, but there is a mysterious and mysterious buzzing sound, which seems to come from an open and vast area, and sometimes sounds like it comes from the dull underground.

There wasn't much movement, it only happened within a five-meter radius of this small forest.

The scene was strange, and those who didn’t know it thought it was haunted.

If the glass puppet or the dead six-eyed monster were here, they would definitely recognize this place. Isn't it the passage where they came to this world?

Click!

The space seemed to be shattered like a mirror, making a clattering sound.

After a month, the passage from the whirlpool quagmire to the virtual demon world was opened again.

It's just that the fluctuations this time are much smaller. They are cautious and tiptoeing. There is no domineering pioneering like the first time, but more caution.

at the same time.

In the virtual demon world, in a huge pit.

This place used to be a majestic mountain range with towering peaks, many layers of mountains, and huge rocks scattered here and there. Now it has become a huge pit, and the mountains have disappeared. That day, Master Kukai struck out with his palm and destroyed everything here, turning it into a big pit and valley.

"Finally got through."

In the center of the pit, the Demon Lord, the Blood Lord and a female virtual demon looked at the quagmire vortex in front of them, their eyes bright and excited.

"I didn't expect it to be so difficult to get through. It seems that the one not only sealed the passage but also strengthened it." The Demon Lord sighed. He thought he could get through it alone, but he called the Blood Lord again and the two of them worked together to get through it.

The reason why I say reluctantly is because the passage is very small, and a powerful giant cannot enter it. It will collapse the passage due to its own strength.

Only virtual demons from the ninth level of life can be allowed to enter.

"Ling'er, remember that when you go to that world, you must be careful again and again and you must not cause trouble, you know. If you cause trouble in the virtual demon world, I can protect you, but I can't protect you in that world."

The Demon Lord spoke earnestly and gave instructions to the female virtual demon.

"I know, father, I will be careful."

The female virtual demon, whose vitality was obviously much younger than that of the Demon Lord and the Blood Lord, nodded and immediately stepped into the quagmire vortex.

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Tokyo, Japan, Higashi Okudai Mountain.

Mo Ling Ling walked out of the quagmire and whirlpool, stood on the mountain and looked into the distance. The bustling modern city made her eyes light up and she was amazed.

However, before she could be surprised, her pupils shrank so hard that she almost died of fright.

horrible.

She felt it out of curiosity, and she suddenly discovered that there was an extremely terrifying aura in the sky. She looked up and saw the clouds in the distant sky, covered with clouds and mist, floating for nine days. In the clouds, there was a majestic divine tower. The towers were scattered around, and the brilliance of immortal divinity , the ultimate brilliance.

The terrifying aura overflowed from the Cloud Divine Tower, not one, but many, not the same person, and every breath was much more powerful than her father, the Demon Lord.

My devil! ! What kind of scary world is this? ! !

Mo Lingling's legs were weak, sweat was falling, and her face was horrified.

Ten? No, twenty, no, no, no, more than twenty...

She was almost scared out of her mind. There were at least twenty beings that surpassed her father. It was initially estimated that there were at least thirty or forty, and... those beings who were stronger than her father were not on the same level, but at least two or three levels.

Some of them even exuded just a hint of aura, which was enough to suffocate her and make her collapse.

This no longer means surpassing his father, it means overriding, looking down, and being unreachable. Even if his father has practiced for millions of years, he probably won't be able to reach that level.

It's so powerful, that level is the sky, the sky that overlooks all living things.

"The world of the Creator..." Mo Lingling was frightened, her aura was constricted to the extreme, she wished she could even hide herself, her eyes were staring at the Shenque Tiange in the distant sky in fear.

She had been mentally prepared that there were existences in this world that surpassed her father, and there were probably many of them, but that was not the case! ! !

There are so many people riding horses, don’t strong men not need money? Or is it that such existences are not worth mentioning in this world and are everywhere on the streets?

The more she thought about it, the scarier it became, and Mo Lingling's scalp went numb.

Anyone who is stronger than his father is a bad person, so what kind of strength does his father have? The ultimate ant...

"Um?"

Suddenly, as if she felt something, Mo Lingling looked into the distance, almost peeing in shock.

As a virtual demon at the eighth level of life, he could see that in the far distance of this world, there was a terrifying light shining.

There are too many terrifying auras, just a mass of terror within a radius of thousands of miles.

That’s right, it’s just a lump!

In the virtual demon world, there is only one virtual demon giant in a hundred thousand miles of land, but here... there is more than one.

It's like a plate. This plate is this vast area. There is this lump of mud on the plate. The mud and sand are mixed together. It is completely impossible to tell how much sand there is because they are all crowded together and mixed together.

This is the sense of Mo Lingling now. The sand is a terrifying existence. There are too many of them, crowded in an area of ​​​​thousands of miles, and the breaths collide and interweave. It is impossible to count how many there are.

After swallowing her saliva, Mo Lingling felt frightened and excited.

With so many terrifying beings, just inviting one of them can probably solve the current crisis in the virtual demon world.

Mo Lingling even had some dark thoughts.

If we can't invite help this time, and if the virtual demon world is invaded, we will choose to die together, and bring the invading guys into this world together to let them know that the backer of our world is in this world.

She could imagine how the invading creatures would look when they came to this world, and they would definitely not be as panicked as her current mood.

"I have to tell my father about the situation here. Even if I don't find the Li Puppet or the Creator, I can use this world to scare away those invading creatures."

Mo Lingling breathed out, her eyes flashed, and she secretly made a decision.

Afterwards, she calmed down and calmed down, Mo Lingling descended from Higashiojiuda Mountain and headed to Arakawa District.

Before leaving, she carved the words of the Void Demon on a large stone in front of the quagmire whirlpool.

The words were left for Li Puppet.

If Li Puppet comes back here, he will be able to read what she wrote, and the two of them can meet up as soon as possible.

…

Arakawa High School, Tokyo, Japan.

"Huh?" Kamikawa Zun walked into the school and scanned the surrounding students without leaving any trace.

When they saw him coming, they all stared at Kamikawa-san and whispered. It was obvious that the classmates also knew that Kamikawa-san was a descendant of Ashiya Michitoshi.

Ignoring his classmates, Kamikawa Takashi walked all the way to the classroom.

The door slammed open.

moment.

All the students in the classroom suddenly looked at Shang Chuanzun.

"Kamigawa-san!" The classmates in the class came up to him, talking in a flurry of words, all asking whether Kamikawa-kun was really a descendant of Ashiya Michitoshi.

Faced with such questioning, Kamikawa had a headache and felt like he was back when the NH137 rescue plane was surrounded by reporters.

Later, if Natsumi Tsuchimikado hadn't come out to smooth things over, Kamikawa-san would have been asked endless questions.

"Don't ask. Kamikawa-san is indeed a descendant of Ashiya Michitoshi. He did not do it for fame, nor did others deliberately hype him up. I can prove this because I have known Kamikawa-san's origins a long time ago."

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