Chapter 70 Rob the wrong person

Just after noon, there was a sudden drizzle on the streets of Tokyo.

At that time, the dark clouds half covered the sky, the sun was still bright, and the slanted rain reflected a little golden light, as if tens of millions of gold strands were hanging from the sky and directly connected to the earth. The sudden sun rain brought a refreshing dampness to the hot summer streets of Tokyo.

The bustling crowd on the streets of Ginza did not mean to slow down their pace at all. The cool rain just made them droop their heads slightly, and they didn't even hit the umbrella. Busy is the theme word of this huge city. Everyone who survives in it is facing unimaginable pressure. The pace of always trotting is the best manifestation of this pressure.

The impact of the battle between the Mage Association and Zhenyanzong across Japan on the lives of ordinary people is only reflected in the employment pressure caused by the economic downturn and the damage to the public security environment caused by the all-out gang war, but it does not affect their enthusiasm to continue to struggle for survival. In this magic war that is about to affect the political and economic landscape of Japan, ordinary people may feel the impact of its powerful aftershocks, but they basically have no chance to experience it closely. It can only happen in the shadow of the ordinary world. It can't be seen or touched, but it really exists.

However, there will always be one or two accidents in the world, just like when we walk on the street, we may not have the opportunity to witness the plane crashing into the building in our lives, but in terms of probability, everyone has the same chance to witness it.

For example, today, ordinary people in Tokyo will have the opportunity to experience the war in the shadow, and even become a small member of this war.

The history of Japan will always remember this day at 13:17 p.m.

A huge explosion resounded over the streets of Ginza.

People who were almost numbed by the heavy work looked up in amazed and looked up at the sky that they had not seen for many days.

The explosion occurred at the Morii Building, which had just undergone the baptism of fire.

Thick smoke keeps spewing from each window with stones from south to north, as if a big monster that sprays stones is rushing through the whole floor along the window. Every few seconds, there is a roar, and more stones are thrown out as the explosion. Finally, the explosion reached the end of the thirteenth floor. In an unusually loud crack, a huge round hole burst on the side of the building. Thick smoke, flame, dust and gravel burst out under the action of the explosion shock wave, which was like a volcanic eruption. A figure suddenly flashed from the fireworks, as if a cannonball came out of the broken hole and rushed straight to the Citibank Building, which is nearly 100 meters away from the north side of the Morii Building.

A distance of 100 meters flashed by, and the man was about to hit the wall of the Citibank building. At that speed, if he hit it directly, his flesh and blood would probably turn into a meat pie on the spot. But the moment before the impact, the man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the wall, and there was another muffled sound. Countless rubble flew up, and the cracks like huge cobwebs stretched rapidly along the man's hand press. The man had changed direction, as if he had inserted invisible wings, rushed to the sky close to the wall, waiting to rise to the height of the top floor, light A light turn, fell to the roof of the Citibank building, and then jumped high again, drew a perfect arc in the air, fell to the top floor of the Qingpo International Hotel hundreds of meters away, and then jumped up again and flew to the roof farther away.

"Wow... Look, Superman!"

"Superman is flying. It's Spider-Man who jumps around!"

"What, Spider-Man is a spider, jumping around Daredevil!"

"Bah, this is Tokyo, not New York, if I say it's the Monkey King!"

"Is it a marble policeman?"

"I think it's more like Ultraman!"

The Japanese onlookers talked excitedly. Suddenly, they saw six figures rushing out of the broken mouth of the Morii Building one after another. The six figures jumped into the air and their hands and feet were connected and formed into a big bird shape. The hands and feet of the two people who acted as wings were in a row, danced up and down, quickly flew to the sky, and then turned into a circle. Five The man surrounded the middle person like a petal, and at the same time stretched out his hand against the man's shoulders, back, waist and feet in the middle, and the man shot out of the figure of jumping and chasing in the distance like a cannonball.

Previously, the man seemed to feel something. He jumped high from the roof, twisted his body in the air, raised his hand and hit a series of fireballs at the shooter. The shooter drew several circles in front of his hands. A light screen like a round mirror was wiped out casually, and the fire beads shot on the light screen, flying in all directions like a meteor.

The onlookers on the ground exclaimed one after another, and the good man even shouted, "Another one!" Before the voice fell, a fireball flew down diagonally and hit the outer wall of the Tianshangtang store across the street. Founded in 1879, it is the leading luxury watch and jewelry franchise store in Ginza. Our store has been written into Yu Meicao by the modern literary tycoon Natsume Soseki. Its long history is supplemented by its outstanding style to make it famous all over the world. The statue of the "little angel" in front of the white building facing Qinghai Avenue has long been well known to everyone and has become one of the symbols of Ginza.

The fireball that didn't look like a big fireball exploded on the outer wall of the Tianshangdian store. Countless fire spots splashed like heavy rain. The decorations, glass windows and billboards on the outer wall were shattered. The fragments fell from the surface of the building like peeling fish scales. The pedestrians on the sidewalk in front of the building were smashed into tears. Hold the head and run.

Then the second fireball fell, hit the base of the "little angel" statue, and soared between the flame and dust more than ten meters high. The cute little angel was like a rocket launched and soared to the sky with the heat of a buttock. He flew straight to the air dozens of meters high, turned over a beautiful 36-degree roundabout and fell down. Falling into the endless river of cars on the street, a passing Mazda was smashed into two pieces. The two-half of the car body rolled and flew to both sides, throwing out the broken human body and the car parts. The orderly traffic was in a mess, and the harsh brake sound and the successive sound of successive calls were made into a ball. Dozens of cars The ping-pong bumps into each other, blocking the spacious streets tightly.

Looking at the scene in front of them, which seemed to be a classic Hollywood blockbuster, the onlookers realized that the onlookers were also a very risky thing, so they shouted one after another, and the wolves ran away.

The bigger disaster is yet to come.

One of the fireballs is refracted into the air. Originally, this is a relatively safe position. Without waiting for the fireball to fall, the mana will completely disappear. Unfortunately, a passenger plane preparing to land at Tokyo International Airport happened to pass by. The fireball hit the passenger plane's abdomen and hit the plane from the bottom to the top on the spot. The passenger plane swayed forward for a period of time. After a series of explosions, it was interrupted in two parts in the air. The first half fell into Hibiya and fell on the Chunya Jiaqi store. The second half crashed into the Mitsui Zhulong Bank building in Akihabara, and those passengers who were thrown out in the air almost spilled all over the major areas of Tokyo.

"Damn, what kind of plane!"

Seeing that his fire charm had caused such a big disaster after refraction, Yong Bowen couldn't help sweating coldly. Well, it's ridiculously exaggerated that such a small rune paper, coupled with some insignificant mana, can be as powerful as a small missile. This is also the first time that Yongda Tianshi has an intuitive understanding of the destructive power of his rune technique. After all, the charms used before have never been shot so randomly.

Although Yongda Tianshi does not believe in Buddha, he has always been a soft-hearted and good person. Seeing this situation, he does not dare to use the fire charm to stop the enemy, and does not care about the flowers in his mind keep shouting: "Ten more fire charms, I will definitely knock him down!" Turn around and run away.

Huajian saw that the boy didn't listen to his command and said angrily, "Don't use the fire charm to stop the enemy. If you run over them and are caught up, just wait to die!" Yong Bowen replied, "But you can't hurt the innocent!" Huajian said, "There is life and death. If they die accidentally, it means that they are destined to have this disaster and have nothing to do with you!" Yong Bowen was stunned and said, "Don't you believe in Buddhism? Why is there no mercy at all?" But Huajian said, "Who said I believed in Buddhism? I'm just a guardian of the Dharma, and I never believe in Buddha. No, this view was taught to me by Huiguo, who believes in Buddhism!" Yong Bowen asked, "Then if I suddenly have a murderous intention and want to kill a passing stranger, I will use this point of view to explain whether he has such a disaster. He deserves to die!" Huajian praised, "It's worthy of my reincarnation. It's really a little clever. You're absolutely right to say so!" Yong Bowen doubted, "What is this belief in Buddhism? What's the difference between it and the demon king who kills innocent people indiscriminately?" Huajian said, "Then let me ask you, the devil will kill the unpleasant passers-by. Will you?" Yong Bowen said decisively, "Of course I won't!" Huajian smiled and said, "That's the end. Huiguo won't do it, and neither will I. This is the difference between us and the Great Devil!"

What kind of theory is this?

Yong Bowen is speechless.

The old monk who chased behind him was blocked by the fire charm, and the castration completely disappeared. He began to fall down. He made a backhand move back, and the five old monks who stopped in the rear as the launch base also threw over, reorganized the round palm and pushed it, and shot the old monk out again.

"I'm coming!" Huajian reminded loudly, and his voice was a little louder, which made Yongbo's head buzz. He shook his head and barely woke up. He turned his head and saw that the old monk was already close at hand. The old monk shouted something and reached out to the little man curled in the quilt on Yong Bowen's back. Yong Bowen turned around and waved the bamboo pole, and split a move to reduce the flame demon's broken sword. This sword is taken from the Flame Demon Lord, which is another name of the Great Weide King. This Ming King has great power, which can break all magic obstacles and destroy all poisonous dragons. It is an excellent trick to fight in the air. When the old monk saw this move, he showed a look of surprise on his face and drank another sentence. He was asking something in his tone. Unfortunately, Yong Bowen couldn't understand a word, but he didn't think he would ask him how he could break the demon eight swords or whether it was a green dragon golden fetus. The answer to this question is now known to the Truth. Otherwise, those bald donkeys would not have seen him shouting and killing an unconjudied enemy. Yong Bowen ignored him and only sent the flame-falling demon's broken sword. The sky was full of sharp stinglings. Countless shadows of sticks stabbed the old monk from the left and right sides. At first glance, it seemed that Yong Bowen suddenly spread a pair of giant wings and fanned over. The old monk shot quickly, but when he saw that Yong Bowen's sword was coming, he stopped suddenly. He quickly turned his hands to his chest, pinched his fingerprints, and read a few words in a hurry. Then he heard the rumble and muffled sound from below, followed by a shadow suddenly rising from the top of his head, and countless dirt and gravel fell like raindrops. Yong Bowen looked up in his busy schedule and couldn't help but be shocked.

There is a tall building with more than ten floors standing above the head. The building has just been pulled out of the ground. There is still wet mud on the foundation of the building, and the steel plate is twisting and stretching, like the tentacles on the huge monster. If you look carefully, the windows of the building are full of people looking out. Obviously, it is not Know what happened. On one side of the building, there is a huge double-sided banner hanging on the outer wall. On the one hand, a female star in a bikini grinned with a bottle of Pepsi, and on the other side, a plane travels through the blue sky and white clouds. Yong Bowen looked familiar. It seemed that he had just jumped up from above and looked down. Sure enough, he saw that the building that was just under his feet had disappeared, and only a big dark pit was left in place.

The old monk shouted loudly and clenched his hand, as if holding a stick. He used a standard move to split Huashan Mountain in front of Yong Bowen. With a virtual blow, the air building was like holding in the hand of a giant, pressing down Yong Bowen with a strong wind.

Huajian praised: "What a power of King Kong Prajna. I didn't expect that there would be a stupid descendant behind the bald donkey who believes that one force will drop ten times!"

Yong Bowen turned around and sent his sword at this time, losing the inertia of the previous vertical jump. At this time, he was in the air and was powerless to borrow. After he planned to force the old monk back with a sword, he fell back to escape, but now the place where he borrowed his foot was taken as a stick and hit people. He was eagerly powerless! Although there is a blood shadow incarnation that can drift, the speed is too slow. Before it floats out of the building, it will be smashed into meat sauce.

Huajian shouted, "Thousands of souls!"

"What?"

When Yong Bowen heard the name, he was stunned and subconsciously moved. The clouds gushed behind him, forming a pair of giant wings. He hurriedly flew out with Yong Bowen. The smashed high-rise buildings were dangerously rubbed against the soles of his feet, smashing all five high-rise buildings along the street at one time, and the building also cracked into countless pieces. . Hundreds of meters on both sides of Qinghai Avenue stood in ruins, dead and wounded, wailing everywhere, like the end of the world.

"Can this thing still be used like this?" Yong Bowen escaped the disaster and was overjoyed, "What's its name? A thousand souls are bereate, aren't they?"

Huajian said, "Yes, the biggest function of the magic weapon made of 9,999 souls is manned flight. Remember I told you that your old man did life-saving spells for you? Thousands of souls are flying, the flames are pointing to open the way, thousands of machines are hidden, blood shadows are incarnated, and ghosts are fixed on the enemy... Now the spells are declining, and fewer and fewer people can fly. If it is put in the past, it takes so much effort to do flying spells, it's simply take off your trousers and fart.

Yong Bowen didn't pay attention to what Huajian said behind him at all. He just patted his wings and flew high and far away. In a short time, he left the old monk far away. Although the six monks have profound spells and unique skills to launch stranger cannons, they have not reached the level of flying on land after all, so they can only watch Yong Bowen fly away. Not long after, Yong Bowen was close to the lowest cloud. The wind roared around him, the clouds gathered, and the blue waves were seen in the distance. It was really like a dream. Hey hey, with this spell, there is no place to go in the world. Yong Bowen couldn't help roaring, and he was about to spread his wings and fly away to the agreed place to meet with Isuzu Jiabingwei. Although this thousand souls are good, after all, it still needs to consume mana to maintain it. It can fly for a while and can't fly for a lifetime. With it, it crosses the ocean and returns to China. Yongda Tianshi doesn't have that ability, and finally has to rely on the smuggling channel of Isuzu Jiabingwei.

"Don't be too happy!" Huajian seems to like to pour cold water on Yong Bowen at a critical moment. "After all, this thousand souls are evil spells. It all depends on the refining soul to maintain the ability to fly. When flying, in addition to consuming your mana, it will also consume the soul, just like a carriage, that is, the loss of the physical strength of the pulling horse and the zero of the carriage itself. Piece, and the part of this thousand souls is the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls. As long as the number of souls is less than nine thousand nine hundred, it cannot fly. At that time, it is necessary to refine the soul and replenish it. With your rigid nature, you probably don't want to grab the soul to refine it. You can only use it less than once.

Hearing this, Yong Bowen quickly asked, "How many times can I use it?"

"About a dozen times. It depends on whether you fly far or far and low. The farther you fly, the higher the consumption will be! In addition, the more important point is that this spell is extremely heavy, with the broken demon eight swords and your Taiping talisman killing and other righteous spells. If you use these two spells when flying, the biggest possibility is not to hurt the enemy, but to break the wings on your back first! And the refined soul in this spell has no resistance. If you encounter an ordinary ghost and fall into it, you can rush up and defeat the fusion with multiple bites of souls, or encounter a slightly more powerful spell. Even if it is not aimed at it, it is just swept away by the aftermath of the spell, it may also collapse. At my time, this kind of spell was called chicken ribs, but all practitioners of some sects would not practice.

"Uh-huh... You mean, when I fly with this thing, I can't fight with people, right?"

"That's what I mean, so I advise you to lower the height now."

"Why?"

"Because Ono Santang is above your head, do you think he will come to catch up with you?"

Yong Bowen looked up when he heard the words. Sure enough, he saw Ono Santang carrying a big package standing above the wind and clouds. He couldn't help but be shocked. This ability has always been a legend. At this point, it is probably not much different from the immortals in the sky. Unexpectedly, Ono Santang, the all-lighting King Kong, would have practiced to such a high level! In addition to being surprised, I couldn't help but be very discouraged. What Huajian said was really right. I obviously didn't have enough ability to deal with this kind of master!

Huajian scolded, "Idiot, see clearly that he is stepping on the bald donkey in the empty sea under his feet!"

Yong Bowen was stunned when he heard the words and quickly took a closer look. Sure enough, he saw a three-cobalt pestle at the feet of Santang Ono. It was similar to the three-cobalt pestle in the hands of the empty sea statue in the Royal Shadow Hall. These three cobalt pestle is a magic weapon that Konghai practiced with Huiguo. When he returned to Japan, he once threw out the place where the three cobalt pestle divination and established religion. The three cobalt pestle flew for thousands of miles, and finally fell to Gaoye Mountain. Konghai opened a religion here and founded the truth sect.

Ono Santang was condescending and said to Yong Bowen, "Yong Da Tianshi, I just wanted to leave!"

Yong Bowen proudly patted the rock Mayang on his back and said, "I've got it. Do you still stay here to play hide-and-seek with you? Ono Santang, stay here and play by yourself!"

Ono Santang laughed and said, "Oh, fortunately, I came here to have a look. Otherwise, I would have been on a business trip. I said Yongda Tianshi, don't you rush people to inspect the goods first? Mayang Yanli is carrying it on my back!" As he spoke, he pulled a corner of the big bag on his back, revealing a pale little face. It was really Yanli Mayang, "Yongda Tianshi, you robbed the wrong person!"

"No, Santang Ono, no matter what you say, you are the boss of Zhenyan Sect, and you actually use this low-level blindfold to deceive me!" Although Yong Bowen said so, he still took off the big bag on his back with his back and held it in his arms. He looked at Ono Santang warily and lifted the corner of the bag.

In the bag is a little Lori, who looks twelve or thirty years old. Her round little face is white and tender, but her nose is high and her eyes are deep, her eyebrows are thick and her mouth is actually an Indian! Although the sound around her body kept and tossed around, the little Lori still slept soundly, and her face was covered with a lovely blush because she was covered with a little lack of oxygen, which was extremely attractive.

Sure enough, I robbed the wrong person!

Yong Bowen scratched his head and felt extremely annoyed. Why didn't he look carefully before robbing people?

Ono Santang looked at Yong Bowen with a sad face and comforted, "Don't be so frustrated. This is the first time you have robbed people. You will grow your wisdom. Next time there is such a thing, you won't make the same low-level mistake."

Yong Bowen looked at the little Indian Lori in the bag and asked, "Who is she?" Why is it in the headquarters building of the Mage Association?

Ono Santang pointed to the sleeping little Lori and said, "This is a distinguished guest of our Zhenyan Sect. Speaking of which, it has something to do with you. At the beginning, when I caught you on Takano Mountain, the two King Kong came to the door. They insisted on making a four-series heir to determine that this is the heir of the first series of India, this generation of Dura King Kong, Marika.

Contemporary Thara King Kong?

It's scary enough for Zhenyan Sect to make Ono Santang, who is less than 20 years old, to be a picture of King Kong. Who knows that this Indian tantra is even more fierce, and it has produced a little Lori in her early teens to become a King Kong!

Yong Bowen suddenly felt that he was not a little Lori, but a time bomb that might explode at any time. In case she woke up at this time, he would not eat it. The first three King Kong are not fuel-efficient lamps. The youngest Ono Santang is also quite good, and he is also a little perverted. Who can guarantee that this little Lori is not extremely perverted?

"Since it's your guest, I'll give it back to you. Exchange her for Yanli Mayang! You came with Yanli Mao on your back just to change the hostage, right?"

The more Yong Bowen thinks about it, the more he feels that he is right. If it weren't for this purpose, how could Ono Santang spare no effort to carry Yanli Maoyang over?

"Of course not!" Ono Santang denied Yongbo's speculation in one bite.

****I'm very sorry for the dividing line*********

I went out temporarily yesterday and came back this morning, so I couldn't update it. I'm very sorry.