Tokyo Grand Temple, after Genyusu took people away.

Sangshan came to the public dojo. On the wooden door plaque, there were two words "Martial Arts Hall" written by a kendo master...

As soon as I walked in, the scene changed, and it turned out to be like a small world, with mountains, water, rivers, deserts flying with sand and gravel, and pine forests like screens.

He walked and stopped and came to a stream with weeds on both sides.

Two swordsmen were standing in front of the stream, holding bamboo swords in hand, and murderous aura blew up the water surface and bent the weeds.

By the stream, Ishikawa sat cross-legged, as if watching the battle.

Mangshan walked through the weeds that flooded his calf and walked to him and sat down.

"It's been ten minutes of confrontation, and I'm almost asleep." Ishikawa pointed at the two of them and said.

Sanshan didn't say anything, and Ishikawa did not contact him during this period. Until today, after the Honshu God Lord went to Gunma Prefecture.

"Urara," Ishikawa pointed to the swordsman on the left, "The best master of Imakiri surpassed his master in mystery. He learned the true teachings that his master could not learn by relying on secret books."

"Manki," he pointed to the swordsman on his right again, "If you don't spread the word, you will get the 'exempt' in one year. In his class, it is the unquestionable swordsman heaven."

"What's the matter for me?" Sang Shan interrupted him.

Ishikawa laughed, still looking at the two people confronting the stream, and said, "These two are companions."

Sang Shan couldn't help but look at the two of them.

Uryu, who is a sleek person, looks elegant and wears a kendo uniform, like the protagonist who plays the wandering samurai in the movie.

Sanmu, who is not spread, looks average and thrown into the crowd, will notice him. If he doesn't pay attention, even his sword will be ignored.

"What are your purpose?" Sang Shan asked.

"Assassinate him." Ishikawa said as if commenting on the two.

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In Tokyo Grand Temple, "he" can only refer to the god of the Honshu.

When Sanshan was silent, Ishikawa continued to say to himself: "It doesn't matter if one more god of the Honshu, but one more source of the Honsei cannot."

Sangshan was thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

"He is a very dangerous person," Ishikawa said again.

Sang Shan still didn't say anything. He didn't care whether it was dangerous or not. All he did was obey orders.

But whose order should I obey? It used to be Hokkaido, but now it is the person behind Ishikawa?

A fierce shout interrupted his thoughts. Yuliang and Sanmu did not pass the flow and the Jizhiliu, and started a confrontation at a dazzling speed.

The bamboo swords attacked each other, making a clear sound, and the river water was cut into a piece of rotten cloth by the sword energy in a blink of an eye.

"Just you, and me?" Sang Shan's eyes chased the two people who turned into light and shadow.

"Everyone has weaknesses, and powerful people have few weaknesses, but these pitifully few weaknesses will be the more deadly."

The two fighting stopped and confronted each other again. The cut-off river returned to its original state and flowed away.

At the end of the river is a waterfall.

When I came up, Sangshan saw many practitioners who did not use divine power but were only under the impact of the waterfall on their bodies.

"weakness?"

"You know" Ishikawa paused for a moment and looked around as if bored. "He is only capable of the song immortal. The demon body curse is powerful, but it takes time. Just cut him off before the river reaches the waterfall."

"Bang" the bamboo sword chopped together.

With the center of the two, the river flies, forming a vortex like a Roman duel.

"Where are those people around him?" Sangshan was unmoved.

"Wait, you can only wait, wait until they part." Ishikawa pointed out his fingers and blocked the flying river. "He is the Lord of God, and he will inevitably have to deal with all kinds of things and attend various meetings. Someone will create opportunities for us."

Sangshan doesn't think things will be that simple.

"Can you guarantee that he can only use the ability of the coral demon moth when he is in the state of a demon?"

"No." Ishikawa answered readily.

Things in the Pacific have already spread, and everyone knows that the coral demon moth can absorb the energy and power of gods, and also need to absorb the energy and power of gods.

At first, Sangshan thought that when Yuan Qingsu returned to the shore, he would immediately look for monsters to replenish the spirit of the coral demon moth.

The result was contrary to what he predicted. Yuan Qingsu directly took the witch and Shikigami back to Shiguo for the New Year.

Sang Shan thought about it carefully and found that there was no need to waste time, whether it was a human or a demon, whether it was a human or a demon, he would give him the aura of gods and divine power.

The Lord of the State is like a dry sea, and does not need to take the initiative to absorb sea water.

The rivers from land and the rain in the sky cannot hurt him, but instead fall into the trap.

As for the weakness artifact of the coral demon moth, it is not worth mentioning for the source of the celestialis, which has been verified in the Pacific Ocean.

Sangshan recalls the scene of a reappearing of a practitioner who went out to sea at a banquet.

The bigger turtle, the four pillars that support the sky, the chess pieces that are moved at will, and the terrifying three-color divine light.

This is the divine power displayed by humans and county-level monsters. No, Yuan Qingsu and county-level monsters are combined into one.

"What if someone can use the three-color divine light in his personal body? What are you going to do?" Sangshan turned his head and looked at Ishikawa for the first time.

"Don't we already know the answer on the first lesson of the first day of entering the Cultivator Academy?" Ishikawa said calmly.

The two people fighting on the river will kill each move, which is not like a competition.

Sangshan remembers that lesson, no one will forget it.

"Are you afraid of death?" the teacher with broken arm roared.

"We are ready to die!" A group of fifteen-year-old boys and girls roared and responded angrily.

Sang Shan roared loudly. At that time, he was full of passion and wanted to use his flesh and soul to build the first barrier for mankind.

It was not until later that he realized that human swords were waving not only monsters, but also humans themselves.

"What am I going to do?" he asked without any emotion.

"You can't do anything, keep reading your "Guiguzi".

Sangshan looked at Ishikawa.

"That level of battle" Ishikawa wanted to speak, as if looking for words, "Like ordinary practitioners, they are useless, but the world cannot be separated from them, and no one knows who among them will become a song fairy. For example, before becoming a practitioner, he was just an ordinary college student, a little smarter than ordinary people. Who would have thought that he would be invincible in the world in one year?"

"Since you can't do anything, why do you want to find me?"

"I said, no one knows who will come in handy. We need as many helpers as possible, even if that person can't become a helper, just like an ordinary practitioner, and we happen to have your handle, so we will count you by the way."

Sangshan knew that he was not like an ordinary practitioner at all.

Ordinary practitioners have little role, but they at least have the best of their ability to protect civilians, repair the earth spirits, and participate in the siege of ordinary village-level monsters. Senior practitioners will also protect them.

And in the battle with the Lord of the God of the State, he may have no use, and no one will protect him.

"The main force is them." Ishikawa pointed at the two people who confronted each other again, "Before he became a demon, he would cut off his head with the fastest and most fierce attack with a thunder blow."

After saying that, he emphasized:

"According to his battle in Izumo, it must be a head. If you accidentally come in handy, remember to aim at your head."

"It's a bit like "The Avengers," said Sangshan. This was what he saw when he had a girlfriend a long time ago.

Ishikawa was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "Yes, like "Avengers", we are the Avengers, he is Thanos, so we must chop his head."

"We are the bad guys, aren't we?" Sangshan turned his head and stared at Ishikawa quietly.

"Not necessarily. Whoever loses is the bad guy." Ishikawa replied with the same calm vision.

At this moment, a sound similar to a radio came from the vast world of the temple.

"The Lord God is back! He also caught a monster!"

"The Lord God is back! He also caught a monster!"

The swordsman fighting on the river stopped, Sanshan and Ishikawa looked at each other, and the four of them flew towards the exit at the same time.

The vast temple, meteors rushed up from time to time, and they heard the news and were about to see the ultimate practitioner.

‘Catch the monster?’ Sangshan couldn’t help but think, ‘If Yuan Qingsu can catch the monster, then in the future’

"It seems we have to do it as soon as possible. Remember, aim at the head!" Ishikawa's low shout came from his ears.

Yes, for him, no, for the people behind him, the more prestige Yuan Qingsu has, the greater the threat, and the more he has to get rid of him.

Sangshan remembered the first class he attended at the age of fifteen.

"Are you afraid of death?"

"We are ready to die!"

Finally, I still didn't live the way I wanted.

Leaving the temple, putting away the divine power, everyone walked quickly and squeezed towards the Temple Square.
To be continued...