People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

And Hebei Caiying was still sitting in her arms, hugging his neck.

Her little face turned red with embarrassment.

Fang Zuo, who had finally broken free, brought the three of them downstairs.

The bald old man stayed properly where Fang Zuo asked him to wait.

Didn't move a step.

The adult walked over slowly with three 'monkeys' hanging on his body.

"From now on, these three will be your new bosses." Fang Zuo pointed at Hebei Caiyi, who was hanging in his arms: "This is the big boss."

"I'm the second boss." The cat girl said impatiently.

"I'm the second boss, and you're the third." The cat girl patted her sister's head.

"Eh~~Did I calculate wrongly?" The cat girl counted on her fingers.

The bald old man twitched his eyes. Is this his future boss?

It seems that the days to come will not be as good as I imagined.

Although he was full of doubts, he didn't dare to ask too much and still came up to greet him politely.

"Take them now and subdue the few subordinates who pose a threat."

"Yes." The bald old man nodded.

Fang Zuo was about to explain something when he suddenly looked towards the east of Tokyo.

What happened there?

In Kana Morisawa's house.

"Who are you?" Miyagi Xiangzi looked at the young man in front of her.

There is a feeling of fear in my heart.

Could this be the power behind Kana Morisawa?

The person you have always wanted to find?

Didn't he disappear? How did he suddenly appear here...

Fang Zuo did not answer her question, but just glanced at the fallen Morisawa Kana, and then looked up and down at Miyagi Mukako.

"Strange, your body is lifeless, yet it feels like living flesh." Fang Zuosha looked at it with interest: "Would you like to explain it to me?"

"Tell me who you are first?" Miyagi Xiangzi was on full alert.

"Me? I am her master." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"It's you." Miyagi Xiangzi stared at Fang Zuo.

"It's your turn." Fang Zuo said.

"It's simple. Her childhood friend died in an accident, and his soul came to our ancient country of Izumo." Miyagi Xiangzi said slowly: "We, the people of Izumo, can transform into the original body of a soul from any ancient country."

"Interesting." Fang Zuo nodded in understanding. "But how did you hide it from her? Even if you are pregnant, are the physical differences exactly the same as usual?"

"There's no difference in origin. Even the birthmarks and features are exactly the same." Miyagi Xiangzi said this, and suddenly remembered what Morisawa Kana said, that enchanting peach slit hadn't changed at all. Her face flushed, and she continued, "Except for the inability to transform emotions, all memories are inherited, and all living habits are known."

There is definitely no place with such magical creation in this island country.

Fang Zuo touched his chin and thought.

The so-called ancient country of Izumo is probably the fragments of some ancient small world.

Just like the fragments of Mount Sumeru are scattered on the four islands of the North Sea.

That being said, I could go and take a look myself.

Miyagi Xiangzi looked at Fang Zuo and fell into deep thought.

His eyes were sharp.

He clasped his hands together and a black beam of light attacked Fang Zuo directly.

Fang Zuo raised his head and frowned: "You don't know whether to live or die."

His eyes flashed with golden light.

The black beam of light disappeared, and Miyagi Xiangzi was caught by circles of golden chains and pulled up.

At this moment.

Miyagi Xiangzi's whole body suddenly trembled.

His limbs drooped and he lost consciousness.

A burst of black mist flew out from the spiritual platform.

The entire room changed, and Fang Zuo appeared in a pitch-black fog.

A pair of huge, narrow eyes appeared in the black fog above.

These eyes are extremely strange.

Suddenly the second pair, the third pair.

Dozens of similar eyes appeared in the black fog in front of Fang Zuo.

"You are not Japanese. I don't smell any scent of Japanese soul on you." said a strange female voice.

It was as if he had just learned to speak human language, and every tone was not in the words.

"Your soul is so sweet and vast that I can't help but drool." A strange female voice said, making a drooling, salivating sound. I couldn't help but sip: "You are the soul of Jambudvīpa. No, you are a cultivator. No wonder, no wonder you are so alluring!!"

"Where did you come from, evil god?" Fang Zuo said lightly.

Why are all Japanese gods so... obscene?

Fang Zuo searched for a long time but couldn't find any words to describe it. He could only come up with a word that was difficult to explain and a bit one-sided.

"Evil God? How can I be an evil god? My name is Izanami, one of the orthodox first gods. How dare you call me an evil god?" A strange female voice shrieked in anger.

"Who told you I'm an evil god? Was it Shintoism? Was it my abominable brother? Not only did he not spare his own sister, he also took over my body and soul, and deceived my feelings. He even wanted to label me an evil god and banish me to a place devoid of life, while he himself enjoys the nourishment of incense."

Fang Zuo sighed.

It sounds like this is not only a conflict between siblings, but also incest?

These Japanese gods are comparable to those in other countries.

The history of gods is a history of incest.

"I don't want to hear about your family's nonsense." Fang Zuo said calmly, "What's your purpose in coming here? Why would the Yamaguchi-gumi, a Japanese mortal organization, covet you, a novice god?"

"What do you know? All the hidden ties of power in the mortal world are the foundation of the kingdom of God. This is the inescapable cause and effect of any kingdom of God constructed from the incense of the mortal world." The sharp voice of the goddess Izanami echoed in this world of black fog:

"You smell so good, you smell so sweet, my saliva, my saliva is flowing out again, come, come here, don't resist, let me eat you, I promise, you won't suffer any torture or pain."

Fang Zuo sneered, "Are you sure you can eat me? You're just a soul inhabiting this body, yet you dare to speak so brazenly."

"You're just a spirit, don't you think I can't see that?" Izanami sneered. "Obviously, the object you inhabit isn't strong enough to hold so many spirits. But I'm different. This body can hold a much larger fragment of my spirit than yours."

"Give up resistance, you are no match for me, at least not this spirit."

"Really? Then my real body is here?" Fang Zuo said sarcastically.

"What?" Izanami was stunned.

The black fog world was instantly torn open.

A man stepped in.

Then in an instant.

The two squares are combined into one.

Fang Zuo smiled and said, "What about now?"

"Your true form isn't far away? Damn it..." Izanami roared, then suddenly paused.

"No, no, hahahaha, your soul is very weak, very weak, and has not recovered yet. Maybe I can still eat you... It's too sweet, too tempting, your soul is simply too delicious..."

"Then let's give it a try." The Asura Dao pattern in Fang Zuo's body slowly began to operate under the infusion of incense.

Countless mysterious and obscure ancient runes popped out and merged into the body.

A vast and inexplicable ancient aura appeared behind Fang Zuo, which was in line with the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Fang Zuo's figure suddenly became a little bigger, like the eight-foot-tall lady from the kingdom of God.

Throw out a punch suddenly.

Among the six paths of reincarnation, there is the Asura path.

As the fist violently crashed into the black foggy world.

A giant arm of the Asura tribe appeared and struck down.

With unmatched power.

It broke this world filled with black fog into pieces.

The black fog gradually faded away.

A huge insect that looked like a moth but not a moth appeared in front of Fang Zuo.

It has the wings of a moth, but its body is like that of a giant locust.

The plump tail is covered with pores, which constantly exhale air.

A long, mosquito-like proboscis hung from the beetle's head, dripping with disgusting liquid.

Those huge, narrow eyes scattered across the wings are the pattern on this insect's wings.

Fang Zuo frowned.

These disgusting things.

This is another creature that doesn't exist in this world.

If it can be considered a living thing.

What the hell are these Japanese gods?

Fang Zuo, as a person who has already stood at the top of the world, seems to be unable to understand this world anymore.

Are all Japanese gods like this? What about Hindu gods? What about gods from other religions?

Do they all look this disgusting?

"What...what is this breath? Asura? Didn't they wipe out their clan?" The huge mouthparts vibrated, but the sound did not come from here.

This strange and eerie sound comes from the insect's plump spiracles, accompanied by the air flow.

"Can you please stop talking? I feel sick just looking at you." Fang Zuo showed a disgusting expression and threw another punch.

A giant arm appeared from the sky and punched the giant insect called Izanami.

Izanami fluttered her six moth wings and dodged the giant arm's attack.

Countless sparkling dust fell and stuck to Asura's giant arms.

Crawling around.

Fang Zuo took a closer look and found that these dust particles were actually strange human souls.

He was stretching out his limbs and tightly holding onto the giant arm that appeared.

Densely packed.

From a distance, it looked like countless small insects were piled up on the arms, moving around constantly.

Gnawing on this giant arm.

"Incense, this is incense. You are using Shinto incense to activate the Ashura Path." God Izanami screamed.

Fang Zuo frowned and sneered.

I don't want to waste any more time here.

Another punch came out.

At the same time, call upon the weak divine consciousness.