The remains of the island, the remains of historical precipitation - Kyoto, the rock castle by the sea, and the ancient residence of the Tokudo family.

Looking at the sea, the pavilions are carved with jade railings and the outdoor walls are vermilion red; the layers of halls are undulating with the mountains, towering above the sky.

From these buildings, we can see the heritage of a family culture, and its specifications and size are not inferior to the three major artifact families (King of Fighters).

"Miss Saori, please spread your legs a little apart." The mechanical voice was without any emotion.

"No! No..." The girl's cry echoed in the deep courtyard.

"Huizi, Wuzi hasn't helped the lady complete the coming-of-age ceremony!" The cold voice sounded again.

"Hi!" There was a neat response in the house. Two women in traditional kimonos walked slowly towards the girl hiding in their feet with small steps.

"Teacher Cang (ah), please stop..." the girl begged with a crying voice.

The white embroidered clothes slowly moved from the shadow to the sun. Cang Nu walked very slowly. Her five fingers opened her hand and covered her chest. Her face was rarely pale and her breathing was a little rapid. It seemed that she had difficulty walking two more steps. It seemed that although she could survive from the attack, she had also paid a heavy price.

"Miss, when the city family survives and dies, I hope you will put the overall situation first." Cangnu walked to the girl, bowed deeply, and continued, "With the master's death, the fund of the consortium is broken. As long as the lady cooperates with our Dao Company, the consortium will usher in a new life."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cang Nu suddenly looked up, and a kind of madness flashed in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes. She raised the "Demon-Subduing Pestle" and jumped up.

"Ah..." A female voice burst out loud.

The window paper where the sun shines out in hazy sunlight is suddenly dyed with the bright red... Contrast with the light, it seems like the lingering blood of the sunset.

On the nine-story tower, the old man sat cross-legged, his body was as motionless as a mountain. There was a wooden table and incense burner in front of him, and the blue smoke rolled; behind him, the sea and the sky were the same color, and the waves were still the same.

The dark green Taoist robe moved lightly with the wind, the white beard was like snow, the white eyebrows were like thighs, and the bright forehead was not wearing the unique cuckold.

At this moment, the screams had not yet sounded, and the eyes hidden under the eyebrows suddenly opened, and the dark eyes were filled with shock. The next moment, the ups and downs of female voices came slowly.

The old man did not hesitate anymore, his Taoist robe shook and rose from the ground. A figure passed by the sky and disappeared into the layers of attics in an instant.

The quiet courtyard suddenly caused chaos. In a moment, the outside of Saori Tochiro's house was full of people. Wang Hu was panting and "later" and saw that the old man had already stood in front of the courtyard, with his tall figure and Yue Zhiyuan. He looked at the house with fear and could not see anything; but the paper stained at the window was bright red.

Wang Hu carefully passed everyone and came to the old man gingerly. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Uncle Master, Sagittarius's Golden Saint Clothes are gone."

The old man's body shook, his momentum stagnated, and he opened his mouth slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a "creak" sound, and the door slowly opened.

There was a ray of light in the house, with golden light shining, like the sun at noon, as if it was at its peak.

The momentum created by the old man was broken. Facing the breath of Mount Tai, he could only avoid his sharp edge, step on the seven stars, and take three steps in a row to barely stabilize his body.

Wang Hu beside him was even more unbearable. He lowered his body and half-kneeled on the ground, his face turned red, as if he had been strangled by someone's throat.

Behind him, the warriors, ronin and ninjas all bowed down. The power of gods is beyond the reach of mortals.

The light sound of "dong!" seemed to be a heavy object hitting the ground, and it seemed to be hitting everyone's heart.

The old man stared at the door, and a golden scepter touched the floor heavily. The white skirt was gently floating by the wind, and the white skirt was covered with a little bright red. Whose blood was so shocking. Under the skirt, the white embroidered shoes crossed the threshold and stepped on the ground steadily. A figure slowly swayed out, as if weak as a willow, bathing in the sun.

That's Saori Tochido? No! That's God!

"Those who blaspheme the gods will be punished by God!" A weak and mosquito-sounding male voice came into the old man's ears like five thunders. It was the function of gathering sounds into bundles.

A stern person, glorious power. The old man dared not look up, but lowered his eyebrows and squinted his eyes from the moment the white skirt floated up. Through the hem of the skirt, white shoes, and legs, he saw the speaker, a golden armor!... Sagittarius's golden holy clothing!

The brown-haired man knelt behind the goddess. At this moment, he raised his eyes and looked at the old man with bright eyes; his figure became more transparent, and his desire gradually disappeared in this domain.

However, the old man passed over the other party's sharp eyes and floated behind him. The golden arrow stood in from Cang Nu's vest, leaving only the tail of the arrow emitting a cold light.

At this moment, the old man already knew the ending, and the plan for "Reformation of Gods" completely failed. He even failed to complete the second step "blasphemy".

"One of the twelve main gods of Olympus, the founder of spinning art, the defender of court order, the guide of military strategy, the guardian of the earth, His Highness Athena, the goddess of wisdom, your faithful servant, and the helm of the city consortium, greets you." The old man shook his robe and his body slowly faded.

In this step, he lost completely. In this game, he was competing with the world, sentient beings, humans and gods as chessboards, so I don’t know how the Wu Lao Peak made a move.

Over the Arctic Ocean, an airplane shuttled through the sea of ​​clouds and pulled up long tail clouds.

In the first class cabin, there was a separate bed space. Vampire Jian stood outside the door with his back against the curtain, his face was gloomy and gloomy.

Inside the door, Dismusk lay on the head of the bed, Alice knelt on the edge of the bed, he stretched out his hand to lift his delicate chin and asked softly, "I've taken off all, why can't you see clearly?"

Alice's body trembled like an electric rod, and her trembling voice replied sparsely, "Master's power... is powerful, I can only... see the future darkness."

Dismusk was very dissatisfied. He grabbed Alice to the bed in anger and pointed at the blood-red eyes in an exclamation. Before he could take the next move, Dis's body suddenly became stunned. Alice was still held up by a man in the air.

Dismusk slowly let go of his hand, and Alice hid in the corner like a wounded lamb. Dismusk ignored the woman's small movements, but opened the curtains, a ray of sunlight projected on his toned ketone body, and outside the window was blue sky and white clouds.

"Jane! Notify the captain that he will not go to the Nordic land and return to Athens!" After a while, he ordered.

Athens, the land of the holy land. The sky is clear and the white clouds are floating.

The sea of ​​clouds rolls, and the twelve palaces are on the twelve palaces.

The Pope was wearing...a white bathrobe standing upright on the attic of the Pope's Hall, looking into the distance, with long hair reaching its waist, and its gray-white hair dripping down wet, invading the bathrobe and moistening the hall. Obviously, the Pope was still bathing and was disturbed.

Behind the tall back, a group of guards stood kneeling, led by the chief of staff of the Sanctuary, Kigas.

In the quiet atmosphere, a sound of footsteps suddenly came, "Da~Da~" red high heels shuttled between the crowd, the floor held up a white dress, and the sunlight illuminated the red armor. It was the owner of the Astrology Tower, Yuri, Sextant.

The woman walked behind the man, draped a black robe on the man's body, and whispered, "The cold wind is coming."

The man looked at him for a long time, stretched out his five fingers, and the golden pope helmet flashed out. The pope slowly carried it on his head, and his handsome and firm face was hidden under the edge of the helmet. Then he put in a sentence, "The old purple-skinned man is unreliable!"

At this time, the purple-skinned old man from Wu Lao Peak was sighing on the edge of the cliff, "Oh, I've messed up..."

"Zilong is still a child, just let him click." Chunli beside her packed up the chess pieces scattered under her feet, and even put the chessboard in a straight way. She looked at Zilong who was kneeling beside her and said softly to the old man.

The old man smiled, but a huge wave broke out in his heart. People and gods played chess, but no one expected... Gods would turn the table up!

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Chapter completed!