"Priest Fujiwara, the group on Showa Avenue lost contact..."

Near Sensoji Temple, on the edge of the Sumida River across the river from Taito District, a priest standing in front of the formation barrier turned pale and reported to another middle-aged priest behind him.

"Stabilize the transmission of spiritual power, and let the people from the Self-Defense Force go over to take a look. If this tornado continues to blow, I am afraid that the three major formations in Tokyo will soon be unable to withstand it..."

Standing behind him is the current head of the Fujiwara family, the Grand Priest of the Meiji Shrine, and the current "Yin-Yang Head" of the Yin-Yang ryokan, Fujiwara Tree.

At this moment, he frowned tightly, his usual meticulous clothing was messed up by the wind and he had no time to take care of it.

A majestic and powerful spiritual power is being continuously input into the formation from him.

"This tornado is very strange. It is deliberately collecting grievances and ghosts, and taking advantage of the situation to attack the edge of the formation. Is it possible that some ghosts have transformed it..."

Looking at the terrifying tornado that looked like a living thing in front of him, Fujiwara Tree only felt that there was an invisible big hand behind the scenes, playing himself and others in the palm of his hand.

Before he could think of a way to decipher it, the tornado that turned around and destroyed several buildings, carrying a large amount of rebar, cement, cars and other wreckage, stuck it towards their location.

"No, leave it to me here, and you quickly distance yourself and find cover..."

Suddenly realizing something, Fujiwara Tree shouted at the person beside him.

The "Tokyo Three Arrays" can block the tornado of resentment and the ghosts in it, but...

"Ugh..."

Before the words were finished, the tornado, like an invisible giant hand, threw several floor slabs with force, broke through the barrier of the formation, and fell from the sky like a meteorite, smashing a self-defense team member to the ground.

Buildings and vehicle wrecks without life and resentment will not give face to the "Tokyo Three Arrays".

At the same time, the team of priests who were set up in the Yin-Yang Liao and responsible for the formation in various places in Taitung District were all facing the same crisis under the tornado.

"No, once the transmission of spiritual power is stopped, the formation will collapse!!"

Several priests guarding in front of the barrier did not hear anything, tenaciously avoiding all kinds of things flying in the wind, sticking to their own front.

The self-defense team members on the side did not care about the building debris that was thrown around, and they used riot shields in their hands to cover the priests without fear of death.

"...even if you die, don't let these things break!!!"

Because they know very well that they have no way back.

Once this terrifying tornado, overwhelming resentment and ghosts ravage Tokyo, and even the whole of Japan, not only will they have no escape, but even their family members, friends, people they know, and people they don't know will have nowhere to go. escape…

Surrounding the edge of the formation in the entire Taitung District, the priests of the Yin-Yang Liao were crumbling like candles in the wind, maintaining the transmission of spiritual power at the cost of their lives, exhausting their last breaths to reject the devastating tornado in front of them. the realm of the living.

…

"Hey-hey…"

Showa Avenue, near Akihabara side.

The black tornado constantly slammed into the barrier, and the strong wind threw the wreckage of various things out of the barrier and smashed it onto the vehicles on both sides.

The black-faced Erzae Ryoma completely ignored the terrifying scene around him. Instead, with a gloomy smile, he raised his muzzle at the thick sea and Ludou in front of him...

"Why, it's me again!!"

Hou Hai Lu Dou's chubby face was full of blue veins, and he slammed into the back of the vehicle beside him.

A bullet rubbed his hip into the ground.

"At this time, you can only use the precious 'original juice'. You continue to attract his attention."

On the other side, Hanyu Mai sighed with a little regret, and carefully used the cover of the jumbled traffic to narrow the distance from the rear to Erzae Ryoma who was possessed by the "dead man".

However, Erza Ryoma, who was in the field, suddenly stopped shooting and looked up at the sky dully.

Because, ten meters above his head, a figure was quietly suspended at some point in time.

It was a mid-separated boy dressed as a college student wearing a T-shirt with the words "Special Edition of the Ghost Pokémon Limited LATS Award "Ghost".

Hanyu Mai subconsciously raised her SLR...

Under the camera, I saw the unremarkable young man, who was rapidly spinning the splendid golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power around his body, and there were also runes of unknown meaning flowing in his eyes.

As if he hadn't heard of the few people under his feet, the young man quietly stared in the direction of the center of Taito District with deep eyes.

"Pray for the gods of heaven and earth for the people, and there will be no hindrance."

With an indifferent expression that does not belong to human beings, he opened his palm to the formation in front of him.

A large amount of golden spiritual power, centered on his palm, bloomed leisurely like a chrysanthemum, and merged into the barrier of the formation.

In the entire Taito District, the invisible barrier formed by the "Tokyo Three Arrays" was instantly stained with a pale golden chrysanthemum pattern.

With the rapid flow of the golden chrysanthemum pattern, the formation barrier burst into countless layers of petals composed of spiritual power towards the outside.

Onmyoji · Divine Blessing.

The barrier that had grown countless petals seemed to be reinforced, and it became immobile in the face of the impact of the tornado.

On the contrary, the tornado would shrink a bit every time it collided with the formation, and it would no longer have its previous power.

"This...is this Takuhai's spiritual power?"

By the Sumida River, Fujiwara Tree, standing on the edge of the formation, looked at the very familiar chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power in front of him, and let out an incredible exclamation.

"No, this is the power of the gods, could it be..."

As the chrysanthemum petals formed by the spiritual power became denser, a powerful wave erupted from the barrier of the formation, staining the people and things on the edge of Taito District with golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power.

Seen from above, the entire Taitung District looks like a "giant sixteen-petaled eight-fold table chrysanthemum" in full bloom.

"Priest Fujiwara, be careful..."

At the same time, several dense cement blocks were blown by the tornado and attacked the priests.

After a burst of "crackling", there were only those who had no time to dodge, and stood unscathed in the dust...

"Cough cough... Miracle... This is a miracle!"

It seems that he has obtained the luck of God, and the huge cement block that can turn people into meat mud if you rub it casually, even every piece just passed through the gap between the people.

Even the wounds of those who were injured before are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Around the edge of Taito District, such "miracles" kept appearing, saving countless lives from tornadoes.

"What are you doing, even Lord God has taken action, we can't be ashamed!"

When he came back to his senses, Fujiwara Tree never looked at the tornado again, and with a frenzied and fearless face, he led the priests to input spiritual power and maintain the formation.

At the same time, in front of Showa Avenue, and the black figure behind Ryoma before the second, under the waves of the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power, it was as if it had never appeared before.

"I... what happened to me just now? My head... my head hurts..."

The light of reason returned to Ryoma's eyes again before Er.

And hangover-like headaches.

"Although there are times, sooner or later, those who do not fail to run through from beginning to end are sincere."

With his head, Fujiwara Takumi glanced at the gate of **** that was completely open in the air, said this arrogantly, put his hands behind his back, and flew straight into the grievances.

"This... this world, what's going on..."

Looking at the middle two teenager who vacated and left, Ryoma's face was full of confusion before the second.

"This waka... Da Yuxin Twenty-Three? Could it be possible, the one just now..."

Behind him, Mai Hanyu put the thick and long test tube in her hand into the bag, and looked thoughtfully at the direction where Fujiwara Takumi was leaving.

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