Chapter 77 The Last Sword Immortal
Suddenly learned about that person.
Fang Zuodao's heart was in turmoil, and even the spiritual energy in his body was stirred up into huge waves.
The bald old man sensed it instantly and looked at Fang Zuo with panic on his face.
The exposed black heart was beating violently.
All the blood in the body is pumped into the heart, trying to resist the endless pressure.
He knelt down with a plop and prostrated himself on the ground.
Fang Zuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Press down the surging aura.
This was too much of a shock for him.
Fang Zuo opened his eyes.
"Go on."
Although the pressure disappeared, the bald old man still didn't dare to stand up.
He said in a trembling voice: "This is a record stored in the historical archives. We mobilized all our manpower and searched through the archives before we found it..."
"A few decades ago, a magnitude 9 earthquake occurred in the South Sea area of Hokkaido, causing a huge tsunami and killing tens of thousands of people."
"And the cause of this earthquake was a fight between people on the sea."
"One of them is the person the adults are looking for."
"How many years ago exactly? Who were you fighting with? Why were you fighting?" Fang Zuo asked.
"This." The bald old man hesitated.
"Let me tell you." A short, bald monk came out from the inner room.
He was wearing a Japanese monk's robe and was only about one meter tall.
The huge head takes up most of the height.
A pair of legs plus the torso is probably less than one-third.
His body was pitch black and his face could not be seen clearly, except for a pair of demonic eyes that glowed blue.
"I am the sea monk." said the black monk.
When he opened his mouth, he could see hundreds of tiny teeth densely packed and moving.
Against the black face, he looked particularly pale.
When speaking, the teeth move left and right with the breath.
Fang Zuo glanced around.
Each tooth turned out to be a pale little hand.
These hundreds of dangling teeth turned out to be hundreds of dangling little hands.
"If you come out one second later, you will never come out." Fang Zuo sneered.
"Yes! Please forgive me, sir. I shouldn't have thought of testing you." The black monk said respectfully: "I am the recorder of this file."
"The specific time was in May 1968, when I was foraging in the South Sea of Hokkaido."
"Suddenly, a huge energy wave came from a distance. I looked back and saw two people fighting in the air."
"A man wearing a green shirt and holding a sword, just swung the sword in his hand lightly."
"The seawater below was split into two parts by the sword, revealing the seabed at the bottom of the ocean."
"Then the sea floor began to collapse, and a bottomless trench appeared."
"Immediately afterwards, molten lava tens of meters high erupted from the trench, and the ground began to shake."
"The seawater poured down, forming a tsunami, and the man in the sky disappeared."
After the black monk finished speaking, endless panic could still be seen on his dark face.
Obviously he was still haunted by the memories.
1968. Fang Zuo closed his eyes and thought.
After that person attained enlightenment, he had been protecting Shenzhou from the covetousness of gods and demons.
As the last ascender in Shenzhou.
All the monks came to witness this scene.
The top of Mount Tai.
On top of Jade Emperor Peak.
One sword breaks the sky.
then.
Heaven and earth resonate, supported by clouds.
The South Gate of Heaven appears.
A rainbow was led down from the South Gate of Heaven and turned into a rainbow ladder.
He took the man and slowly entered the sky.
At that time.
All the monks cheered and knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces. Although the spiritual energy was thin, and although cultivation was becoming increasingly difficult.
But the road to heaven has not yet been cut off.
There is still hope for immortality.
There is absolutely no way these can be wrong.
But how could he be there in 1968, decades after his ascension?
It reappeared in the waters of Hokkaido, Japan.
And still fighting with people.
"Who is it?" Fang Zuo opened his eyes: "Who is fighting with him?"
The black monk lowered his head and said, "I was so scared that I dived into the deep sea to hide, and I didn't see who it was, but that sea area was the territory of Shintoism at that time, and it still is now."
Shinto again.
Fang bent his left fingers and snapped them rhythmically.
The black monk took out a tattered booklet from his pocket.
"Sir, here are all my records to prove what I said."
Fang Zuo took it and glanced at it.
Glancing at this guy.
It is indeed a diary. Every entry is a record of events, and all are written in Chinese.
The Chinese characters are crooked and written like an elementary school student.
"I have always admired the culture of western China. I have a trace of the blood of the East China Sea Dragon in my body. I have always wanted to have the opportunity to go there to recognize my ancestors."
The black monk smiled awkwardly.
Fang Zuo threw the notebook back to him.
This kind of guy who has swallowed countless human souls would probably be torn into pieces by the ascetics who would shout "Slay the demons and eliminate the evil" as soon as he approached the waters of Shenzhou.
He actually wanted to trace his ancestral roots.
Fang Zuo touched his chin.
Even if this kind of thing is related to Shintoism, ordinary believers would never know about it.
Even the top management may not know about it.
Be able to withstand a full-strength sword attack from that man on the sea.
Even if all the shikigami and onmyoji in Japan were added together, they wouldn’t be enough.
Perhaps only the Shinto gods can block a few swords.
It seems that Sakura Kurumi really needs to become a goddess in order to get some information about Shinto gods.
Fang Zuo took out a magic pill and threw it into the air.
In a flash.
The demon pill became huge, filling the suite hall of dozens of square meters.
"This information is quite useful to me. You guys continue to collect it."
"I'll give you this fifth-level demon pill as a deposit."
"Sir, it is our honor to work for you and gain your friendship." The black monk looked at the demon pill with envy, rubbing his short hands and smiling, "There is an old saying in China."
"Alright." Fang Zuo waved his hand to interrupt him and stood up: "I'll give you the things."
As he said that, he threw out all the demon souls and demon pills, big and small, from the Baizang Mountain Demon Tribe.
"Change all of this into US dollars. Don't give me Japanese yen. It's depreciated so badly."
The bald old man and the black monk looked at each other.
As expected, all the demon tribes in Baizang Mountain were wiped out, big and small, and it was really him who did it.
They all swallowed and nodded in agreement.
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Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in the Lexus and headed to her ticket area.
Sitting next to him was his female assistant.
The newly hired driver is quite well behaved.
The new driver hired earlier was fired because he always glanced at himself through the rearview mirror while driving.
"Mr. Shiraishi, you eat fast food like hamburgers every day for lunch, so why is your skin still so good?"
The female assistant looked at Shiraishi Nagi's increasingly shiny skin and said enviously.
"Exclusive secret recipe." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled gently, like a girl who had just fallen in love for the first time.
The man I think of in my heart.
Filled with happiness.
The body too.
It's stuffy and swollen.
After arriving at the destination, the female assistant got out of the car and covered her mouth in surprise.
"Mr. Shiraishi, look quickly."
(End of this chapter)
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