Fu Yang kept moving his hands, his index finger and middle finger were put together and stretched forward, and the rest of his fingers bent and drew a circle in the air with force.

"Ghost Road·Sword Scroll Heaven!"

The violent and domineering power of the ghost path turned into a sharp sword energy under the control of Fu Yang's thoughts. It was stacked layer by layer, densely packed, like a horizontally rotating tornado, sweeping towards Sato, who had exhausted his magic power in front of him.

Clam clang clang clang!

In the void, the harsh sound of swords made people's scalp numb.

When Taisho, the priest of the Sannoshi Shrine who had been watching the battle at the end, he immediately shouted in secret that he was not good and shouted loudly: "Stop it! Master Sato has lost his combat ability, why do you have to kill him? In this way, you and me are afraid that it will cause international disputes."

He originally wanted to stop him, but Fu Yang's "Sword Scrolling Sky" was too fast and it was too late. He could only see if Fu Yang himself would stop.

"Am I going to die?"

Sato Ichifuru looked at the almost endless black sword energy in front of him, rushing towards him like a tornado. He was so scared that he felt ashamed and was extremely desperate.

He was originally a proud person who was above the top, and his strength was indeed among the top among the younger generation in Japan, and belonged to the top of the group. Oyama Zhuangmaru and Yamada Kuangleng were not his opponents!

But unexpectedly, he was completely crushed by the young monk from China and beaten up in a variety of ways. His mentality has collapsed, and he is about to die, right?

Clam, swish, swish, swish, swish!

The infinite sword energy like a black tornado covered the sky and covered Sato's entire person.

However, there were only screams of horror, but no sound of flesh and blood being cut.

After a few breaths.

The black sword energy of "Sword Cyclone" disappeared, and Sato Ichifu appeared. He looked extremely miserable, ragged, and the robe of the priest, which had originally noble and elegant, had turned into rags, hanging one by one on his body like a beggar's uniform.

The black hat has completely become fragments, and the hair she tied up has been cut unevenly by the sword energy, as if it had been cut randomly by the barber with the worst skills. It is extremely ugly.

He was covered with fine sword scars and blood. But he just looked scary, but he didn't have any worries about his life.

It's embarrassing, extremely embarrassing!

Fu Yang also made a move to reach out and press it from a distance. Fu Yang suddenly had a huge black palm on Sato's head, slapped him.

Click!

He knelt directly on the ground, his head hit the ground, and it swollen like a dead dog, kneeling to Fu Yang.

This scene suddenly broke the hearts of the priests of the entire Sannoshi Shrine!

It was a feeling of watching the idol shatter but helpless, as if his spirit was broken. Some young priests who admired Sato Kazuo even let out a slight sob...

The priest Dazheng glared at Fu Yang: "You are so bullying! Are you trying to start a war against our Japanese cultivation world?"

Oops Oops…

Fu Yang shrugged and said casually: "Relax, Lord Taisho. You are slandering people. You said it yourself, and sometimes it is inevitable to get hurt. What's more, just by your Sannoshi Shrine can represent the Japanese cultivation world? I'm afraid it's a bit too narcissistic. What's more, I didn't kill anyone. I'm leaving!"

As he said that, he turned around and didn't even look at Sato's kneeling on the ground. He waved his hand and took Vico and Master Xiong away.

Only the entire Sannoshi Shrine was left with a dead silence.

After a long time, a shrill howling sounded...

"Why? Why do you insult me ​​so much? You might as well kill me. I want to commit suicide by septum!"

"Ah! Senior Brother, don't do this, don't do this. You are the hope of our shrine."

"Yes, yes, Chinese ancient Chinese sayings say that if you keep the green mountains, you won't be afraid of burning firewood."

The entire shrine was full of chaos. In the end, the priest Taisho took action and knocked Sato out of the way, which stopped him from committing suicide by committing suicide by sapling the stomach and apologizing for his death.

However, he was so proud that he was easily crushed and humiliated by Fu Yang in public. Even if the Taoist heart is not destroyed, it is unlikely that it will be possible to make a real breakthrough. Fu Yang's purpose can be achieved.

Fu Yang took advantage of the gap before the God of Heavenly Order Conference to promote the heart-killing journey of the Japanese cultivation world, and of course it is still continuing!

One day later, Akita Prefecture, Baishen Mountain.

This is a magnificent mountainous area stretching between Akita and Aomori prefectures. The entire vast primeval forest is a world natural heritage certified by the United Nations.

Deep in the Baishen Mountains, there are twelve lakes connected to each other, called Baishen Twelve Lakes. The lakes are colorful and have a bit of the feeling of "Jiuzhaigou" in the famous scenic spot in China.

On the banks of the Twelve Lakes, there is a classic Japanese-style temple complex - Baishenshan Temple!

In the open space in front of the main hall in the temple, Fu Yang was fighting fiercely with a monk wearing a white monk's robe.

The monk's Dharma name Juekong is the only true disciple of the abbot of Baishenshan Temple this generation, and is also the next heir of the abbot.

Now his master is in seclusion and practices, and he strives to reach the realm to prepare for the God of War Royal Heavenly Orthodox Conference. When Fu Yang comes to challenge the club, he takes the initiative.

The battle is very fierce!

When Fu Yang took action, he cried and howled, with black air rolling, fierce and domineering. Just looking, people feel thrilling in their hearts, which is the top way to attack and kill.

As for the monk Jukong, his white monk robe was flying, and his left hand kept making huge phantoms of white Buddhist Dharma Seals, which looked like Sanskrit, as big as houses. It was also flashing with soft light, which constantly collided with Fu Yang's magic and roared.

The air was constantly exploding, and shock waves spread everywhere. The trees swayed, and the lake water raised waves and slapped the shore.

The black is domineering and violent, the white is soft and peaceful.

It looks like Fu Yang looks like a villain?

As for Juekong's right hand, he held a wooden flute-like magic weapon, which was placed under his lips and played gently. There was a stream of melodious and pleasant music covering the entire battlefield. It seemed to dissolve Fu Yang's attack power and killing aura to the greatest extent, and also enhance the power of the white Buddhist Dharma Seal!

Within a dozen rounds, he actually fought with Fu Yang, who deliberately suppressed his combat power to the early stage of Qilu Zhenren. And it seemed that this guy had not used 100% of his strength. Because the song he played was not rushing, he was very comfortable.

oh?

Fu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself: "It's a bit interesting! This monk used voice-based spells to weaken my attacks and enhance his attack power. Once it increases and decreases, he can gain the upper hand. It seems that this journey of heart-killing to push Japan to a great extent has a great experience and insights. Looking at other people's magic, you can also gain some insights and inspiration from it. Moreover, Japan is indeed not an ordinary person. He was able to invade China and make China so anxious that he had some real skills. This time I cut off the future path of these outstanding young people in their cultivation world from the root, which is really a great achievement for China. When I go back, I have to ask Mr. Bai and the others for some benefits, hehe."

In the distance, looking at Fu Yang and Juekong's fighting, Weike was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that this Shahara could still be used as a magic weapon in Japan. I didn't know before, but this time I've gained my knowledge."

Master Xiong hugged his arms and pursed his mouth: "It's just a skillful trick."

It turns out that the magic instrument that Juekong's right hand that can play music is called Shakuhachi!

Shakuhachi is a musical instrument similar to flute and Xiao.

Made of bamboo, filled with cinnabar and lacquer. The outer cut, five holes (four in front and one behind), belongs to the edge vibrating air-pitching wind instrument, named after its length is one foot or eight inches. Its tone is desolate and vast, with murderous tone, and can express an ethereal and tranquil artistic conception.

Speaking of shakuhachi's history, it also makes people feel a little sad...

Shakuhachi was originally an ancient Chinese musical instrument, originating from the pre-Qin period of the Wu and Yue areas of Jiangnan. Later, during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it became the most important instrument in the palace music. It was also during this period that a large number of Tang envoys from Japan who admired Chinese culture brought Shakuhachi back to Japan for dissemination...

What's strange is that after the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, the instrument like Shakuhachi was actually lost in China! Instead, it became a traditional instrument of Japan.

It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that it was reversed from Japan and the United States to return to China.

In Japan, Shakuhachi is not only a musical instrument, but also a certain lineage of the Japanese Buddhism, which is equivalent to a wooden fish. All disciples of the sect must use Shakuhachi. Most magical powers and magic are used through Shakuhachi.

Obviously, Baishenshan Temple belongs to this lineage!

Get back to the point.

But on the battlefield, Fu Yang suddenly accelerated the attack speed and power. The aura of his entire body was rising steadily, and he had increased to a small realm, comparable to the mid-stage pressure of the Qilu Zhenren.

In an instant, the original stalemate situation in the field was broken. Fu Yang smashed all the magic seals and Sanskrit words that were flashing with white Buddha light, and the black fist rushes to the air!

And it either turns into a ghost face, a dragon, or a huge mountain...it's irresistible.

Relieve the emptiness and then retreat.

A phantom of the scripture flew out from his chest, enlarged like a wall, lying across in front of him. He temporarily blocked Fu Yang's violent and domineering continuous attacks. He himself took the opportunity to hold Shakuhachi with both hands and put them under his lips...

"Donor, I didn't expect that you would hide your cultivation. Your true strength is so strong. Then, I have to use all my strength."

oh?

Fu Yang laughed loudly while attacking, "Monk, you have also hidden the realm of cultivation. Since that's the case, let's use them all. I have already put in all my strength, and you have to put in all my strength."

"The donor's words are exactly what I want."

I also smiled with a calm and confident expression.

Only Mr. Xiong whispered in the distance: "He believes you, you are a ghost, Boy Fu, you are so bad! You didn't even have a little bit of strength. You lied to others to say that you have all your strength? So shameless and unconventional, how can you be embarrassed to say that you are a Sanwu monster in the future? I think you are a Sanwu human. Humph!"

However, I naturally don’t know all this.
Chapter completed!