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

"Hello." Mikami Yuya asked again: "What do you do?"

No one paid any attention to her.

"Can't we just talk?" Mikami Yuya said, "Tell me about your situation. Maybe I can convince my father to give up this agreement."

"The gatekeeper." said the man.

"What gate are you looking at?" Yua Mikami was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"The gate of the Tokyo Women's University girls' dormitory." Fang Zuo said unhappily.

"Tsk, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Do you think lying is fun?" Yua Mikami made a face.

"Remember to go back and talk to your father. If you want to cancel the agreement, come to find me at the women's dormitory of Tokyo Women's University." Fang Zuo said.

Disappeared in the next second.

Yua Mikami was so frightened that she almost slammed on the brakes and sent herself away.

Where did this guy go?

The Ark appeared in Zhang Benhe's arena.

Just now, Yuya Mikami's car happened to pass by the nearby city elevated expressway.

He just came down on the way.

After taking the elevator to the bottom floor, Fang Zuo went straight to the inner room.

"Master Fang." Zhang Benhe saluted politely.

The old monk next to him happened to be there too, but the rebellious disciple Erlong had disappeared somewhere.

"Master Fang, I just received news from home. You are worthy of being Master Fang." The old monk flattered him, his old face smiling as if nothing had happened.

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is what I want?" Fang Zuo asked, "When will you bring it to me?"

"Master Fang, I've brought it a long time ago and have been waiting for you." The old monk hurriedly took out an exquisitely carved, half-meter-high rectangular sandalwood box from behind him.

"So fast." Fang Zuo was stunned.

"How could we dare to neglect to send the things Master Fang wants by international express? Of course, we will immediately use our private plane to deliver it to you personally." The old monk said respectfully.

My goodness, is this still a monk?

Fang Zhuo looked at the old monk with a smile.

"You old guys, it seems that even though the Buddha is gone and the Lingshan Buddhist Kingdom has disappeared, you're actually living a more comfortable life. No wonder you don't look sad at all. Now you've even bought private jets and private airlines."

To achieve such a fast speed, only private jets are needed. We must have spent a lot of money to rent several long-term private routes so that we can arrive quickly without having to schedule.

It can be seen that these old fellows in Buddhism have a way of making money.

That immortality contract costs as much as one million, and the supply is in short supply. It’s really hard to count the money.

Not to mention the donations and other income from various pilgrims.

In comparison, the short-lived Vajra in the Buddhist temple of Sendai Villa, despite his resentment, seemed like a pure monk.

The old monk smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer.

After all, what this big shot said was right. The assets of Buddhism have grown explosively in recent years.

I simply don't know how to spend it.

Not to mention mocking him, even if they pointed at his nose and cursed him, or even cursed Buddha, what could they do?

He just listened obediently and didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction.

Fang Zuo opened the sandalwood box.

A clay statue of Acala is inside.

The tremendous power of Buddha and incense came towards me.

The statue is sitting on a stone seat and is in the shape of a boy.

There are seven buns on the top of his head, his braid hangs down to his left shoulder, his left eye is slightly closed, his lower teeth are biting his upper lip, and he looks angry.

He carries a raging fire on his back and holds a sharp sword in his right hand.

Acala is originally the angry form of Vairocana Buddha.

Although it is just a clay sculpture, it is said to be made by Vairocana Tathagata himself.

If the remains of Asura want to continue to evolve, they can only rely on the clay statue of Acala in the center to complete it.

Fang Zuo wiped his hand and put it away.

Walk out of the inner room.

Outdoor arena.

The two battles are in a stalemate.

The audience in the stands cheered wildly.

The second dragon from Shaolin Temple faced a white man.

The two sides exchanged punches and kicks, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Shenmuli was fighting with a Hindu.

Shenmu Li's wave punches were destroyed by the Hindu believer who stretched out his long arms and legs from a distance.

She wanted to engage in close combat, but was stopped by the cultist who stretched out his head and spewed out fire several meters high.

Suddenly, several meters long legs as thick as rubber jumped out from the raging fire.

"It stinks." Shen Muli jumped high to avoid the long legs, her face puffed up with anger: "You don't even wash such stinky feet."

He put his hands together and attacked with a huge wave punch.

Fang Zuo took a quick look and walked back.

It was only a matter of time before Shenmuli won this game.

He asked Zhang Benhe to borrow a secret room and set up a concealment magic circle.

He took out the clay statue of Acala and clapped his hands.

The Asura Dao pattern on his body grew wildly, absorbing the shattered clay sculptures.

The ancient and vast incense and Buddha's power were madly absorbed by Asura's broken Taoist patterns.

This clay sculpture follows the imprint of the Dao pattern, like mercury, filling in the remaining indented Asura pattern, and at the same time giving rise to new patterns.

Fang Zuo took out half of the soul of the Japanese Susanoo he had hunted and a large amount of incense and threw them all in.

Finally, the Asura Dao pattern on his body was supplemented with many new branches.

At the moment of completion.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the sky above Tokyo.

Fang Zuo was the first to sense it.

catastrophe?

If I perfect the Asura body and the combination of the Central Acala, can I still have a heavenly calamity?

No, it's not.

Fang Zuo expanded his spiritual thoughts.

high in the air.

This huge vortex is probably as big as the entire city of Tokyo.

Keep spinning.

The wind and cloud are discolored.

The divine mind looked down from above.

In Tokyo, a city with a population of tens of millions, the densely packed lights of thousands of homes and the neon night scene that resembled a starry sky were all extinguished in an instant.

The whole of Tokyo was without power.

No.

It's not a power outage.

It is space and time that are frozen.

The transmission of light ceased.

In the entire Tokyo, probably only high-level strong people can still move in this space and time.

Abe Noja walked out of the villa and looked at the sky with a frown.

Behind her, Abe Haruaki appeared instantly, his eyes red as he stared at the huge vortex in the sky, as if a hungry ghost saw some food.

Several members of the spiritual opposition group in Tokyo also came out of their houses and watched the movement in the sky.

Sakura Sora Kurumi was followed by several section chiefs as she walked out of the Security Department with a serious look on her face.

In the Japanese Divine Kingdom within the Incense Barrier, several primordial gods appeared outside the barrier, exploring the movements in the void.

In the Hindu Brahma, Shiva, Kamabi and Shinu, three Indian gods, also walked out of the incense barrier of Brahma.

The Garden of Eden, the Kingdom of God, and the gods of various religions all walked out of their own world of incense.

In the void.

A giant floating European-style castle appeared.

"Even the huddled Valhalla has arrived." Kamapi retracted his fangs. "What's going on? There shouldn't be anything like this here."

"These poor souls in Valhalla, deprived of their human authority and followers, are afraid of being hunted down." Shiva blinked his middle eye and said, "It should be something from Judaism. I sense the desire of Protestantism, Catholicism, and Orthodoxy."

"We still don't know the origins of this group of infighting guys, and we don't know why they came here."

Chapter 273 "I'll feed you something else."

In a manor somewhere in North America.

An old Taoist wearing a linen robe and a Taoist bun was pinching his fingers to tell fortunes, sitting cross-legged in a large formation.

Soon after, he put away the hexagram, closed his eyes and shook his head: "It's not this...it hasn't come yet."

"Master." A middle-aged man in a white suit came over with a cell phone and knelt beside him. "It's those Protestant guys calling."

The old Taoist ignored him and said calmly with his eyes closed: "Why are you so slow these days? It's just that I lost a small black flag. Why are you working so slowly?"

"Master, without that magic weapon, the collection of war spirits in the battlefields of Ukraine and Israel has slowed down a lot." The middle-aged man said in a low voice while crawling on the ground.

"Don't you know how to put all your disciples to work? You only know how to play with women?" The old Taoist said with a hint of coldness: "If it weren't for my old face and handing over that little black flag, would you still be alive?"

"Although that fellow Daoist is lower in seniority and realm than me, he has made it this far in this world. It seems that he is much stronger than me. It's good enough that you can come back alive after provoking him."

"Yes, Master. I'll send them all out right away." The middle-aged man paused and held up his phone: "Master, this phone..."

"I won't answer the phone. Please tell that Protestant archbishop that the location of my divination is exactly right."

"It's time for him to pay off his balance... If he doesn't, I'll come to his house to collect it..."

Somewhere on an ice floe in Antarctica.

An old man with bare arms, wearing shorts and bare feet was holding a fishing rod.

The handle is made of bamboo.

There is a hemp rope tied to the handle.

At the other end of the thin fishing line was a nearly 20-meter-long blue whale, angrily spewing out a ten-meter-high column of water.

The old man just glanced at the sky in the direction of Japan, scratched his armpit with his other hand, and continued to skate the blue whale as if it was none of his business.

Protestantism, Islam, Catholicism, and Eastern Orthodoxy.

The Holy Spirit Lords walked out of the barriers of their own incense paradise and looked at Japan from afar.

"Parasite Night..."

“It’s the Messiah…”