"Ugh... what a magnificent Buddha's power... ugh... what a mellow karma... woo woo... it's all mine..."

As the giant mouth swallowed the six black arms willingly, Tian Ni Mi Ji Shen seemed to have found something wrong...

"Woooooo...wait...what is this...cough..."

But the terrified words in his mouth had been smashed into pieces, leaving only a low and continuous swallowing sound that could not be stopped.

"Gu woo woo... This is not at all... cough..."

Six black and full fist shadows danced like the wind, filling the unfathomable huge mouth, constantly going back and forth, in and out...

"Qichadi Tillerpo...the power of vomit..."

The goddess Tian Ni Mi Ji was transformed by Su Xun Wu Zun's anger, claiming to be able to devour all things in the world.

Not to mention the mere six thick black arms, regardless of Buddhism, karma, resentment, soul, obsession, a whole city, or even the bad energy accumulated by the gods in the high heaven, his abyss can easily swallow it and turn it into himself use.

But at this moment, the other party's "dharma body" contains a strange power that she has never seen and cannot dissolve.

It seems that it can return everything in the world to the power of "nothing".

"Wow... what the **** are you... woo woo woo..."

With all six arms in, under the heavy load, his entire scarlet twisted strange face was pierced and torn apart from the mouth...

"You... gu gu... wearing a Buddha skeleton... woo woo woo... don't... vomit!!"

Before the words were finished, the "peerless face" of Tian Ni Mi Ji Shen had completely disintegrated, bursting into countless white light spots in the air...

Between the clouds, the deep giant hole left by the shadow of the fist slowly penetrated six beams of light.

The sky is filled with light spots, like the dazzling and blurred galaxy in the clear summer night, and like the stars that have fallen into the world, they are rising down one after another...

Beneath the galaxy, the three-headed, six-armed black Buddha sat in the air, like the sword of Damocles that could destroy everything at any time.

After Tian Ni Mi Ji God shattered, the black "clouds" that remained in the night sky were silently disappearing into his body.

Tokyo, plunged into darkness and dead silence, is illuminated by this beautiful, mirage-like view from the sky.

"How is it possible, not to mention the mere Dharmakaya, even if the Buddha himself is there, it is impossible to so easily defeat the gods of the gods..."

Under the white light, Jiro Kotomine stared blankly at the suffocating black Buddha, his face gradually twisted and his whole body trembled like a pendulum: "By the way, teacher..."

As if thinking of something, he waved his wings, and his figure gradually faded in the wind: "Go to the teacher, he must have a way!"

"Want to go?!"

Higashino Yukihira, who was approaching quietly at some unknown time, slashed at him with a **** shadow...

"Ugh!"

Half an arm, splashing up from the wind...

But he still couldn't stop Kotomine Jiro clutching his shoulders and disappearing into the gust of wind.

"Bastard, I have already remembered your blood... You can run for a while, but not forever!"

Leaving the broken arm behind, Higashino Yukihira gritted his teeth bitterly.

"Hey, what's the situation now?"

Looking down at the city under his feet, he frowned and asked Tokimoto Ichiro.

"What kind of identity is Araki-kun... Also, what did he mean by 'Poyan Fist' just now?"

At this moment, Tokimoto Ichiro was also immersed in the shock of the black Buddha's appearance and the peerless appearance of the goddess who defeated the gods.

"Could it be that the Zen meaning of 'The World Honored One was at the Lingshan meeting, showing the crowd with flowers, everyone was silent at this time, only Venerable Kasyapa's face broke and smiled'?"

Shaking his head, Ichiro Tokimoto, who came back to his senses, frowned and looked down: "It's strange, tomorrow Mi Miji God and Tianmo Xiong's fate have been relegated, and the ghosts are also defeated like a mountain..."

"Why, the original of the devil is still merging with Tokyo?"

At this moment, under the illumination of the beam of light behind the clouds, you can clearly see that the scorched earth is swallowing up the original city, like a newspaper that is about to burn out...

"Could it be that thing!"

Suddenly, Tokimoto Ichiro realized something, and Mitsurugi flew towards the Seibu Building.

"What...wait for me!"

Hearing this, Yukio Higashino spread his wings into the air and followed closely behind.

…

The top floor of the Seibu Department Store.

Tokimoto Ichiro went down with his sword and landed heavily on the roof that was torn in two.

"Master President, you are safe and sound, it's really good!!"

On the other side of the rooftop, from the huddled cab of the train, a bright Mediterranean Sea protruded out and shouted at him emotionally.

It was Hiroshi Hiroshi Hiroshi, who was abandoned on the rooftop to set up a formation after Ichiro Kazumoto arrived all the way.

"Guangzhi, are you alright?"

In response, Tokimoto Ichiro hurriedly jumped onto the top of the train.

"I'm fine, with the train aura covering it up, the guys around don't notice me at all..."

Stumbled out of the cab, Hiroshi Changtian held a wrinkled yellow mineral water bottle in his hand, and there was infinite horror on his pale face: "President, those two terrifying ghosts and gods above were taken by Araki-kun. Has the legal body been resolved?"

After setting up the formation according to Benichiro's instructions, he has been silently guarding the rooftop.

The fusion of the original of the devil, the haunting of ghosts and ghosts, plus the fate of the devil and the goddess of the gods appear one after another...

Weak and helpless, he could only keep hiding in the locomotive, holding a sturdy mineral water bottle and peeping secretly until the familiar black Buddha appeared...

"I found it, Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll..."

Without answering Hiroshi Hiroshi's question, Tokimoto Ichiro bent down and picked up the picture scroll above the roof of the car: "Sure enough, this thing is still supporting the hundred stories left by the green lights!"

At this moment, I don't know where this Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll came from or where it is going. The countless hideous ghosts and ghosts originally painted on the surface have faded from the ink, and there is only a blank white paper, but there is a faint glow of cyan light like breathing.

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Tokimoto Ichiro pulled out the peach wood sword and mercilessly chopped it on the surface of the picture scroll, bursting out a large piece of thunder.

"Tsk, nasty grudge."

The thunder light dissipated, and the broken picture scroll, which seemed to be vulnerable, was still intact.

"Wait, the black Buddha is gone..."

On the side, Hiroshi Changtian suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, Araki-kun?! When did you come..."

Araki Sousuke, wearing a black tights, walked out of the twisted space and appeared on the other side of the rooftop.

At this moment, the black Buddha and the white light that destroyed the sky and the sky have disappeared over the city, leaving only the slowly spreading space gap, constantly expanding the territory of the Demonic Land.

"Intuitively, I sensed a familiar greasy smell, so I tried to use my divine feet to pass through to see..."

Seeing the dazzling Mediterranean Sea on the opposite side of the rooftop, Sousuke Araki shouted excitedly, opened his arms and strode towards the other party: "Sure enough, it's you, Vice President Changtian!"