The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

With each part it crawled out, the purplish-black Yamata no Orochi shrank a bit.

For some reason, a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Natsumi Hanae's heart, and she narrowed her scarlet vertical pupils.

Because the Eight Phoenix Heads have lost their target.

Now they are all freed.

With a thought, she launched her eight phoenix heads at the purplish-black, snake-like characters.

The deathly still fire of the hermitage, the magnificent soul, the raging ancient gods...

But none of them worked; they all failed.

The purplish-black characters seemed to be an attack from another dimension. Summer Flower Painting's attacks had no effect on them at all; she could only watch as the opponent surged towards her step by step.

The Yamata no Orochi's physical body had completely perished, leaving only its purplish-black soul form, which laughed maniacally and swept across the area with a mental shockwave, as if victory was assured.

"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless!"

"New God!"

"You did indeed kill my body."

"My resurrection has become an empty dream, and I have lost the chance to return to the top."

"The power of a high-level deity is insufficient to deal with you."

"However, this time the curse sacrificed not only my physical body as a high-level god, but also the soul and spiritual essence of my peak godhood."

"With your level of just reaching the peak of godhood, you are not enough to deal with my ultimate soul as a peak god!"

"Become the breeding ground for my curse."

The intricate, purplish-black, serpentine characters appeared before Natsumi Hanae. She tried to swat them with her umbrella sword, but found that they were still there.

It seemed as if she was the only target they were targeting.

As the intricate, purplish-black characters were about to strike her cheek, she waved her hand.

The next moment, the purplish-black snake-shaped characters disappeared.

Summer Flower Painting raises her hand.

She then discovered that the serpentine, purplish-black characters had entered her body, and a chilling, stinging sensation immediately filled Xia Rihua's entire body.

And it is constantly drawing upon its own power, thus strengthening the curse.

This was just a snake-shaped character with purplish-black stripes.

Now, the Yamata no Orochi is producing more and more, and its originally enormous soul form has shrunk to half its previous size.

Summer Flower Painting mobilizes her ultimate perception to sense the curse she has been subjected to.

A strange sense of familiarity washed over me.

A look of understanding flashed in her eyes, and she said softly.

"This……"

"It is exactly the same as the one on the false Susanoo back then."

"It seems that the Yamata no Orochi has used the same methods on Susanoo a thousand years ago on me."

This time, Natsume Hanae really found it a bit tricky.

She had thought that since Orochi had not reached the pinnacle of godhood, it was very likely that it would be unable to use such a curse. However, she did not expect that, relying on the soul of a pinnacle god, its power might have been weakened because it had lost the support of the pinnacle god's body.

But without a doubt, it was still released by the other side.

The curse that Susanoo spent a thousand years trying to eradicate is something that, frankly, Natsume has no confidence in at all.

Summer flowers tried to dodge, but it had no effect whatsoever.

The curse had completely locked onto her, making it impossible to shake her off.

As time went on, the curses entwined around Xia Rihua became more and more numerous, and her originally fair and delicate skin became extremely bizarre as the serpentine purple-black characters twisted and turned.

As the last purplish-black snake-shaped character pattern entered, a snake's mouth suddenly opened in Xia Rihua's hand, and it spoke in a hoarse voice.

“I will not die. Susanoo cannot break my curse, and neither can you.”

"Once you are threatened, I will break free. When I return in my complete form, I will utterly annihilate you!"

Summer flowers remain silent.

She pondered the various powers she controlled.

Suddenly, a power emerged in her mind, and her thoughts stirred slightly.

In that instant, a subtle, pure light, called purification, bloomed deep within my heart.

The serpentine characters on the skin seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, frantically dissolving and writhing.

The Yamata no Orochi cried out in disbelief and extreme fear.

"How is this possible?!!!!!"

"How could you possibly possess the power of the Mother Tree?!"

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Chapter 254: Xiaobai's Childlike Nature

When Summer Flower Painting uses a trace of Amaterasu's divinity extracted from the "Majesty of Amaterasu" obtained from Himeko of the Divine Era.

This is an attempt to purify the terrible curse of Yamata no Orochi.

Let's see if it works.

However, the results surprised Summer Flower Painting.

Even with such a faint divine aura, the curse power on her body dissolved and dissipated into the air as if a cat had seen a mouse.

In just a moment, most of her fair and delicate skin returned to normal.

Then, the sound of the Yamata no Orochi's terrified roar echoed through the air.

"impossible!!!"

"Why is the power of the Mother Tree in you?! Who exactly are you?!"

"An incarnation of the Mother Tree?! Impossible. The Mother Tree has no consciousness, and the power of the Mother Tree within you is far too weak."

"A thief?"

"But how could you, who are not a primordial god, possibly find the location of the Mother Tree?!"

The eight-headed serpent roared madly, and thoughts flashed through its mind one after another, but it rejected each one of them, because each one was beyond the realm of common sense.

The Mother Tree is not actually located underground, but in an unknown space, which only the primordial gods can find by their faint senses.

The Yamata no Orochi, through its cursed body, deceived and misled the Mother Tree, causing it to reborn Him in the same way it would give birth to a primordial deity.

Thus, in a bizarre and cursed form, it transforms again into the body of a calamity god.

But deception and theft are two completely different things.

The behavior of the Yamata no Orochi is in accordance with the Mother Tree's program, while the actions of the new gods are utter nonsense.

Moreover, the ability to steal power from the Mother Tree is something even Susanoo at his peak couldn't do, so it's impossible for a weaker new god to steal it.

However, the new god truly possessed the power of the mother tree, something that Orochi could not comprehend at all.

The key is.

Now, He is completely restrained by the power of the Mother Tree.

If it were Him from a thousand years ago, even if it were the power of the Mother Tree, but only this much, He would at most feel some fear, the same fear as He had felt before regarding an equal amount of the Hermitage Fire.

In a real battle, the power of the mother tree, which was of a similar level a thousand years ago, would not have a significant impact.

However, things are different now.

He has just been born from the mother tree and is currently under the most severe restraint of the mother tree, so he has no power to resist the mother tree's purifying power.

The situation was extremely unfavorable.

His strongest curse ended in this way, leaving him extremely frustrated.

When Natsumi heard the Yamata no Orochi's horrified words, although she did not show any emotion on the surface, her heart was filled with shock.

Mother tree?

Unknown information was unconsciously revealed by Yamata no Orochi.

However, Orochi believed that the power of purification belonged to the Mother Tree, and it is highly likely that Natsume was aware of this, but Natsume was unaware of this existence.

However, I have learned some new information.

Furthermore, some analysis and understanding can be gained from summer flower paintings.

Despite understanding Amaterasu's power in Natsumi Hanae's perception, Yamata no Orochi identified it as the power of the Mother Tree.

Does this mean.