"Hmph, is there an expert shot? The background of Yin Yang Liao is really unfathomable."

Kotomine Jiro, who fluttered his wings and hovered in the air, looked at the invisible barrier that was blooming like chrysanthemums in the distance and became stronger and stronger, with a terrified look in his eyes.

"Since it is impossible to expand the influence of the gate of hell, let's solve the immediate trouble first..."

He lowered his head slightly and looked not far away from his feet.

"As long as the unsolvable existence of the gates of **** can be guaranteed, after dawn, the evil blossoms will naturally spread to people's hearts..."

There, a locomotive was vaguely roaring in resentment, rapidly lighting up the lights of Showa Avenue along the way, dragging out the long tail-like torii gates, and sprinting towards the gate of hell.

"Let the whole of Tokyo see me, the power that dominates the storm."

Kotomine Jiro waved his hand lightly, and a huge tornado rose up on the road ahead of the locomotive, devouring everything around him like a destructive force.

"I, Kotomine Jiro, see you!"

As he slammed his palms together, the black tornadoes that had been impacting the edge formation in Taito District also turned their directions and quickly gathered towards the center of the Gate of Hell.

...

"Dragon... hiccup... tornado? Does this thing also appear in an inland area like Tokyo?"

On the galloping Sengoku samurai, the drunken Sosuke Araki looked at the tornado that suddenly rose from the ground and devoured the dark city in front of him, his face full of confusion.

He had only seen this kind of tornado raging inland in the news, but it also happened in a country on the other side of the ocean where there was a "tornado homeland".

However, with the facts in front of him, he couldn't help but not believe...

Because the tornado that moved very fast came straight towards the two of them, and the distance was less than 100 meters.

The violent wind plundered the surrounding air, like an invisible giant hand, pulling the locomotive towards the center of the storm fiercely.

"Little Bird You, hold on... hold on to me, even if you die, you can't let go!"

As the gust of wind poured into his mouth, Sosuke Araki twisted the handle frantically, driving the Sengoku Samurai towards the edge of the tornado.

At this moment, the distance is close, and the probability of turning around and running through the tornado is too low. He intends to take a risk and brush around the edge of the effective range of the tornado.

"Ok."

In the back seat, Yumayuki Kotori nodded and hugged his firm abdomen with confidence.

Looking at the familiar tornado ahead, she frowned slightly.

Intuition told her that this sudden tornado could never be as simple as a natural disaster.

Just as Araki Sosuke turned around and headed towards the tangent of the tornado's wind range, the straight-forward tornado turned into a lateral movement like life and stopped directly in front of him.

"Oops……"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sousuke Araki dumped the body, turned around 180 degrees with a deft brake flick, and rushed in the direction from which it came, trying to escape the scope of the tornado.

Unfortunately, it was difficult for him to exert his maximum speed on the streets with traffic jams and many obstacles.

What's more, the gust of wind twitched the air, and was still pulling back the Sengoku samurai under him.

With the speed difference, the tornado drove back only 100 meters, and the tornado hit the roaring Sengoku samurai with the momentum of crushing everything.

"Hmph, it's over... I'm sorry, I couldn't officially let your Excellency know my name."

In mid-air, Kotomine Jiro, wearing a tengu mask, sighed softly as he watched the locomotive below being swallowed up by his own tornado.

"Next, let's play with the guys who blocked the door for a while."

As if he had done something trivial, he turned around indifferently, and looked in the direction of the apartment in front of Zangqian.

"……Ok?!"

His movements suddenly became stiff, and even the flapping wings on his back were stagnant.

Because, the connection between the tornado and him was suddenly cut off.

Looking back, the tornado that had just "devoured" the locomotive disappeared without a trace, leaving only a soft breeze blowing in the night sky.

"It was you who was on the boat that day. Hmph, being able to eliminate my tornado is a respectable powerhouse..."

The tornado dissipated, and the building debris, car wreckage and other things wrapped in it fell down weakly like a meteor shower.

"...But unfortunately, it's just a mortal body."

The "Bright Road" that stretched all the way from Akihabara and consisted of torii gates was instantly buried by something falling from the sky and ended there.

Without looking behind him again, Kotomine Jiro flapped his wings and swept toward the **** apartment.

No one can survive in the situation just now.

...

Below the gate of hell, hide the former apartment.

Intense resentment, carrying resentful spirits and ghosts of various shapes, poured down intermittently like a waterfall from the gate of **** in the sky.

In the center of the apartment's parking lot, the monks headed by the host of Dafa were still solemnly closing their eyes and reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

Around them, there were a dense number of resentful spirits and ghosts sitting around them, like elementary school students who listened carefully to outdoor teaching~lightnovelpub.net~ with their hands clasped together.

The entire inner wall of the apartment in front of Tibet was covered with talisman paper, exorcism cloth and other things, and the light of spiritual power continued to surge, dispelling the grievances around.

Under the blocking of layers of Buddha light, formations, and multiple spirit-removing props, the weaker beings will be stopped immediately after they emerge from the gate of hell. They cannot move here and can only watch The resentment dissipated.

The men who belonged to the "Spiritual Consultation Center" were all dressed in embarrassment and dressed as office workers. They were guarding the periphery of the parking lot. The ghosts are eliminated in advance.

After the people of the Soul Removal Association gradually gathered, just like the assembly line operation in the slaughterhouse, by constructing a compound array, a scientific "ghost screening system" was established, and at the same time, a reasonable division of labor was carried out for the personnel.

This eased a situation that was about to spiral out of control.

On the rooftop of the apartment, the petite Mochizuki Ayano was swiftly jumping off a huge red Prajna shoulder.

Behind her, Tokimoto Ichiro had just formed a seal to disperse an Aggregate Wraith.

Unlike the people who suppressed a large number of ghosts around the apartment, the combination of Tokimoto Ichiro and Mochizuki Ayano was mainly responsible for seeing through and suppressing those individuals who could break through the suppression of Buddha light and formation by virtue of their powerful individual strength or hidden characteristics.

"Roar……"

Behind Mochizuki Ayano, Chi Prajna covered her empty eyes in pain, knelt to the ground, and slowly dissipated her resentment.

"Hee hee, is that all it takes, people are just getting excited..."

A pair of huge eyeballs appeared in Mochizuki Ayano's small hands at some point.

It is the Hundred Eyes Pupil Technique, Dazzling.

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