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Chapter 1867 Return from Monthly Reading

"Stop it, bastard~"

"Junior, how dare you kill me, the guardian god of Japan?"

Wangyuehe shouted at the top of his lungs, almost bursting into tears.

At this time, he was filled with regret.

If they had known this earlier, they would have refused to let Liang Gong Yingyue lure Ye Fan here even if they were killed.

Before, they wanted to lure you into a urn, and then they worked together to kill Ye Fan.

But who would have thought that Ye Fan did not die in the end, but instead brought great disaster to Japan!

"It's all my fault~"

"It's all my fault~"

"It was me, Wangyue River, who harmed the entire country of Japan!"

Under the Skytree, Old Wangyuehe burst into tears and shouted miserably.

His words were filled with endless regret.

Others also looked at Ye Fan's iron fists with despair as they fell suddenly.

No one doubts that the dying Xuezhao God will definitely die under Ye Fan's fist.

Phew~

The strong wind blew from all directions, and its energy swept across the sky.

Under everyone's desperate and sad eyes, Ye Fan punched hard and landed.

However, just when Ye Fan's fist power reached Xuezhao,

Suddenly, a flash of rainbow light suddenly lit up from where the Tianwang Corridor was.

At first, the light was as small as a dust particle.

However, very quickly, the light spot became bigger and bigger, until finally, it was as bright and dazzling as the sun.

At the same time, when the rainbow light lit up, the entire Dongjing City began to boil like boiling water.

Thousands of miles away, the river surged wildly and the waves surged into the sky.

Wherever you look, there is spring in the dead wood.

The cherry blossoms on the roadside are in full bloom.

It was as if the God of Spring had come to the world, and under the trees in the sky, the sky was filled with cherry blossoms.

"This...this..."

"The cherry blossoms are flying and the flowers are dancing, and the rivers are rushing?"

"This...could this be the return of the Moon God?"

Seeing the strange scene in front of them, Wang Yuehe and others, who were originally desperate, suddenly trembled in horror.

A pair of old eyes suddenly tightened.

My heart was filled with monstrous waves sweeping across the sky.

"According to legend, when the Moon God returns to the world, he will bring spring to the dead trees and make thousands of rivers surge."

"Let the rivers and seas surge and the cherry blossoms dance."

"Everything in the world will welcome the return of the Moon God in the most beautiful manner!"

"Could it be that the legends are all true?"

"The Moon God, who has been hiding for thousands of years, is finally coming back?"

"Has the seal finally been lifted?"

Among the crowd, Wang Yuehe's words trembled and he shouted out loud.

The rest of the people looked up at the sky, their brows and eyes filled with shock and respect.

"Haha~"

"The Moon Goddess is back."

"It's saved."

"We, Japan, can be saved."

After hearing Wang Yuehe's words, the others were undoubtedly excited.

As the saying goes, everything will come in peace.

Originally, they thought that after the defeat of Xuezhao God, there would be no one in Japan who could compete with Ye Fan.

But now, Tsukuyomi God is back again.

So, what does Ye Fan have to fear?

You must know that according to legend, in his heyday, Tsukuyomi God was a powerful person in the divine realm who far surpassed the titled Grandmaster.

What is the divine realm?

There is no one above it, and ten thousand people below it.

Powerful people in the divine realm are existences that only exist in legends on the entire earth.

Just like that, everyone was excited, and the next moment, tens of millions of people knelt down.

Everyone, like the most devout believer, kneels down and expresses the highest respect to the moon god in the most humble posture.

Ye Fan undoubtedly raised his head at this time.

Among the thousands of lights, only a stunning silhouette was seen, standing in the sky.

Her red lips are like fire, and her eyebrows are like ink.

She wears a seven-foot-long skirt and draped in three thousand blue silk threads.

Just like the mysterious girl from the Nine Heavens, she was banished to the mortal world.

Ethereal and majestic.

Elegance, peerless!

She is cold and refined, as relegated as a fairy.

She stands across the sky and looks down upon all living beings.

The same face, the same stunning beauty.

But it is a completely different temperament.
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