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

There is only one ending.

dead.

Shuten-doji-senpai, take action!!!

Takasuke Chima called out frantically in his heart.

But [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] seemed to be non-existent and did not respond at all.

Not to mention showing up.

Takasuke Senma retreated quickly, frantically forming seals with his hands.

A string of thin wooden beads on the wrist emits a green light.

[Skill: Aoki's Note]

[Spell: Tree World Advent]

The interrogation floor, which was the size of an underground garage, was shrouded in green light.

An extremely thick green shield appeared in front of Takasuke Chima.

At the same time, a huge tree barrier appeared on the floor.

Countless branches and leaves shook in an attempt to resist the pressure of the spiritual energy.

Still in vain.

This spiritual pressure hit the shore like a tsunami.

Crush everything.

The giant green shield and the lush tree barrier were shattered by the raging waves.

The turbulent atmosphere swept all around.

The walls of the huge underground interrogation room shattered, revealing thick steel plates.

dong dong dong.

The surrounding steel walls could not block the overflowing spiritual energy and began to sag.

Upon seeing this, Master Hongyi quickly formed seals with his hands.

[Onmyoji: Asakusa Lotus]

[Shikigami: Painting the World’s Flowers and Birds]

A white lotus flashed in the air and disappeared.

White petals rained down in the interrogation room, resisting the remaining spiritual pressure.

A brush as tall as a person appeared.

The void gestured a few times.

Space began to distort, transferring the remaining spiritual pressure.

However, Takasuke Senma had already been pushed to the end by this huge wave of spiritual pressure.

thump.

His body knocked a big hole in the thick steel plate.

Several pillars around were also broken.

The ceiling collapsed.

Two cars parked on the ground fell down.

puff.

Takasuke Senma spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

At this moment, [Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] finally appeared in front of him.

He slashed diagonally with a katana in hand.

A scroll of a naked woman appeared before the blade and was cut in half.

Then it broke into pieces of paper and flew all over the sky.

Before the remaining Reiatsu arrives.

Takasuke Chima's body disappeared in the paper scraps.

Wait till the end.

Yingkong Kurumi was still hanging on Fang Zuo, and she opened her mouth in surprise when she saw all this.

I was stunned for a long while.

Then it pecked Fang Zuo again with its little mouth and jumped off his body.

He looked around at the damage to the entire flat.

I was just being intimate with my lover, but how come the world suddenly seemed to have changed?

The alarm bells buzzed.

Teams of police officers rushed down, fully armed.

Everyone thought the prisoner had escaped again.

But when I saw this scene, I was stunned and didn’t know what to do.

Not only the newly arrested black suspect, but also the prisoners arrested in previous batches were all kept obediently in the separated steel houses.

Everything seems normal again.

"Baka, what are you daydreaming about? It's just a minor accident." Yingkong Kurumi commanded with a cold face: "Report it to the government. It's a geological problem. There's been a collapse."

"What are you all doing standing there? Hurry up to the collapsed road above, disperse the onlookers, and set up isolation facilities."

After the police officers left.

Master Hongyi swallowed his saliva and took two steps forward: "I'm sorry, this..."

Looking at Sakura Kurumi.

"Fujino, my subordinate." Sakura Kurumi introduced seriously, and her little face returned to its frigid look.

Your subordinates? You think I'm stupid.

Master Hongyi bowed respectfully and said, "Master Fujino, I took action because I was afraid that the entire floor would collapse. Please forgive me. I didn't mean any other harm."

Fang Zuo nodded expressionlessly: "Tiantai Sect?"

"Yes."

"He was originally a good candidate, but he didn't follow the Tiantai Sect's 'One Mind, Three Views, and the Lotus Sutra' path, and instead took a wrong path." Fang Zuo shook his head.

Master Hongyi was stunned and seemed to understand something.

Fang Zuo ignored him and took two steps forward, looking at the black man chained in the interrogation room and asked, "How was the interrogation?"

Sakura Kurumi held her lover's arm and whispered, "Rastafarians are a religion in Jamaica, Africa, but they are not registered in Japan."

"Rastafari? Africa?" Fang Zuo frowned.

This name doesn't sound like a native African religion, but rather a trendy one.

"It's a new sect, only about 70 years old," said Master Hongyi. "We applied for registration in Japan, but it was rejected by Shintoism through the government."

70 years?

Fang Zuo became interested.

What does a god who only lives for 70 years look like?

Chapter 74 The Goddess’ Various Postures (Please Read!)

Fang Zuo took a light step and appeared in the interrogation room.

Master Hongyi's pupils constricted, this so-called subordinate Yingkong Huwalnut.

The extent of its power is completely beyond my comprehension.

Fang Zuo looked up and down at the sturdy middle-aged black man.

This is the kind of man who has four Japanese women as his wives.

She provided him with a place to vent his anger and abuse him, but she also earned money to support him and helped him kill people.

This black man has dreadlocks and his body is covered with tattoos.

Not possessed by divine thoughts.

But he has a strong belief in incense.

Fang Zuo was very curious about the religion of black people.

That land is the only land that the major religions don't like very much.

The beliefs of believers are too mixed.

Many believers are too lazy to even pray the most basic prayers.

As a result, even if there are more believers, the incense offerings are too scarce.

It is in such a place that a new religion can be born.

"It seems that you are an important figure in the religion." Fang Zuo said to the black man.

The black man glanced at Fang Zuo, closed his eyes and said nothing.

"With such strong faith, someone like you should be considered a 'divine messenger.'" Fang Zuo scanned the area with his mind, "As expected, your soul is protected by the gods."

Fang Zuoyaoyao raised his hand.

A ball of light appeared in his hand.

The black man suddenly opened his eyes and violently tried to break free from the shackles: "Give it back to me, this is the certificate God gave me."

Fang Zuo ignored him and looked at the ball of light carefully.

It's just a simple storage technique of spiritual power mixed with the power of incense and faith.

When black people are threatened with death, the light ball within the soul will be inspired to try to save black people.

Although the spiritual power is pitifully small, the power of faith and worship is still quite good.

It seems that this sect has quite a few members.

However, the incense is not pure enough, which shows that the sect’s followers are too mixed.

Only in places like Africa can new religions grab some leftovers from the bowls of major orthodox gods.

The method used to refine this ball of light is extremely crude.

It was so rough that Fang Zuo was too lazy to even complain.

Even though those Western religions have strong faith and popularity, they are far inferior to those of China in terms of realm and techniques.

This has been the case since ancient times.

Fang Zuo pointed at the suspended ball of light.

The ball of light shattered.

A majestic voice echoed throughout the interrogation room.

'Who is trying to murder my followers?'

The shattered ball of light transformed into divine consciousness and gathered into a human figure, floating above the black man's head.

Fang Zuo was stunned.

He wondered what this 70-year-old god looked like.

But I definitely didn't expect it to be like this.

A black man wearing an Arab robe.

She even had dreadlocks.