I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

The spring in March is a little cold.

Jun Komori stayed in the bedroom on the second floor to meditate.

The cultivation of extraordinary people often requires persistence day after day, but it is not boring. When practicing, you can feel the fun of getting stronger little by little, which is far more attractive than any short game video.

Now, her mind is no longer meditating on a scorching sun, but on suspended gold nuggets.

Distracted thoughts are like a hammer, hitting the solid gold nugget again and again, trying to bring out the water.

The sixth level of the extraordinary person who has refined the five internal organs is at the stage where earth generates metal, and further down is the stage where metal generates water.

Then water produces wood, and wood produces fire.

Then evolve Yin and Yang.

Only in this way can I be able to fight against Nicholas.

She never forgot her hatred for the God of Spring.

Distracted thoughts struck the gold nugget one after another and dissipated invisible.

When the sliding door opened, a slight sound reached my ears.

Jun Komori stopped meditating, her eyelashes trembled, and her burgundy eyes seemed to be opening the curtain of a stage, exuding intoxicating eye waves.

"Shiraishi-kun, what's the matter?"

Her voice sounded as gentle as the afternoon spring breeze in mid-April.

Bai Shi stood straight outside the door, his expression a little tangled, and he didn't know how to speak.

Among the three miko, Komori has always been the most worry-free one. He never needs to worry and can do everything well.

Even his food, clothing, housing and transportation can be arranged properly, making him an all-round nanny.

And it was this kind of her that made Bai Shi subconsciously want to take more care of her, so as not to let her encounter any wind and rain, for fear of being broken by the wind and rain.

"Isn't it convenient for my sister to listen?" Jun Xiaomori saw his confusion and thought it was because it was inconvenient for her to be at the scene.

Komori Aoi smiled and said, "Then I'll go out."

"No, it has something to do with you all."

Shiraishi shook his head, but decided to tell the truth. He entered the house, closed the sliding door behind his back, and said with a serious face: "This is something related to the God of Spring."

At the mention of this title, the heart of the lamp wick swayed, and Komori's soft facial features tensed up, showing a somewhat serious expression and said: "Hi, please say it."

Bai Shi scratched his head and said: "This is what happened...

If the God of Spring is stubborn, the only option is to eradicate him. "

After explaining the news and speculations about Fujiwara Ryugen, he seemed to have completed some important task, and he felt relieved.

The next step is to see how Komori chooses.

"That's right." Komori Jun's tense face relaxed and became soft again, like a gentle ink landscape painting, "This is where Shiraishi-kun is a little confused.

I'm glad Shiraishi-kun took my sister's and my thoughts into account, but I think my sister would definitely say don't care.

Me too. "

"Yes." Komori Aoi held her sister's hand and nodded gently.

Compared with their own problems, it is even more unacceptable for them to sit back and watch bad things happen to others.

If you don’t know, you can cover everything up with a curtain of ignorance.

Once you learn about it, you cannot continue to sit back and watch the other party's evil deeds.

After all, what the Winter God Sect did to the United States still affects the world structure and leads to turmoil.

"I believe that I can overcome the obstacles in my heart. Please feel free to do it, Mr. Shiraishi. I just hope that I can watch from the sidelines."

Jun Komori made the humble request in her heart that she at least be allowed to witness the demise of the God of Spring.

Shiraishi stared at her, his burgundy eyes not shying away, accepting the scrutiny calmly.

"As Kiryuin said, Komori, you are really strong."

Smiling, Shiraishi reached out and rubbed her head, then looked at Komori Aoi and said, "Aoi, go too."

"Hey, won't I disturb you?"

Komori Aoi was a little surprised and frightened, fearing that it would affect the battle.

She is just an ordinary person.

"It doesn't matter, I will protect you."

Shiraishi answered in the affirmative, clapped his hands and said, "Let's go."

If Fujiwara Ryugen and the others could solve the Spring God Sect matter, Shiraishi didn't want to do it himself.

Unfortunately, apart from him, no one can stop the Wuxiang Old Mother.

He could only use thunderous means to destroy that person.

…

Hokkaido, somewhere deep in the mountains of Sapporo.

The stream flows slowly through the mountains.

The vibrant mountain forests are a joy to behold.

The old mother Wuxiang stood barefoot by the stream, raised her head, and soaked in the sunshine.

I forgot how long it has been since I felt so relaxed and comfortable.

Ever since her body was mutated by the gift of the God of Spring, her mind has not been at peace for a moment, like a rat in the gutter.

Struggling on the edge of darkness and death every day.

Now, she could finally relax.

"Having gained invincible power, what should I do next?"

Mother Wuxiang turned around and asked her subordinates.

The open space outside the wooden house gathered all the current members of the Spring God Sect, including ordinary members and two elders.

Originally, there were only three people left. While performing a cover mission, one of the elders was killed by Sotaro Kannagi. Only two people were left and fled back to the stronghold in embarrassment.

"Occupy Japan and create large-scale sacrifices like the Winter God Sect."

The cold-faced white-haired old man couldn't wait to speak, eager to gain greater power from the sacrifice.

With the arrival of a new era, those energetic young people made him, a senior, feel pressured, and he could not even understand what Yu Qijia and Hope for Change were thinking.

Everyone can become an extraordinary person, who will be a leek?

Therefore, he deeply hates the current era, is afraid of being abandoned by the trend of the times, and wants to have more powerful power to ensure his own safety.

"Elder Maeda makes sense." Another chubby old man spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he was rubbing two pieces of sandpaper together.

"Haha, sacrifice," Wuxiang Old Mother turned around, her dark eyes flashing with ferocity, and said in an extremely confident tone: "I am God, who do you want me to sacrifice to?"

The expressions of the two elders changed at the same time, and their eyes were a little surprised, not knowing what this one was talking about.

Elder Maeda was the first to speak: "What do you mean?"

"That's what I meant. I used magic to imprison the God of Spring in my body, making him my power furnace and providing me with strength at all times."

Mother Wuxiang slowly told them the shocking fact, which caused an uproar among the believers present.

"Even the leader cannot be so disrespectful to God!"

Someone shouted.

He obeyed the leader because of the God of Spring, not because the leader believed in the God of Spring and was a true believer.

"Yes, that's right, you are rude!" "Take it back quickly!"

Most of the people roaring were middle- and lower-class believers. The top leaders, such as the two elders, knelt down and said, "Great God, please guide us forward."

"good."

Mother Wuxiang nodded, and her upper body turned into liquid and pounced forward, like a huge wave on the sea.

In the blink of an eye, those who objected were swallowed by her.

The scene was quite deserted.

All living believers were trembling.

Wuxiang Old Mother wiped her mouth with her hand and said with a bit of mischief in her eyes: "How long are you going to hide there?

brat. "

Looking towards the dense forest, a hint of murderous intent made the leaves in the forest sway, and the exposed man no longer concealed his figure.

Kannagi Sotaro slowly walked out of the forest, his face remained cold, knowing that what he caught was not a small fish, but a big shark, and he would probably be buried here.

He underestimated the strength of the Spring God Sect.

I originally thought that the strongest person in the seventh realm would be able to deal with and destroy them all by himself, but I never expected that the Wuxiang Old Mother could actually do such an incredible thing as swallowing the gods.

The world is really getting more and more outrageous.

The seventh realm becomes unable to protect itself, the eighth realm is worse than a dog, and the ninth realm seems to be everywhere.

They are all their own enemies.

Kannagi Sotaro sighed softly in his heart, unable to understand why his luck was so bad.

The expressions of the two elders changed, and they understood that they were the ones who had attracted the enemy. They quickly said, "Please forgive me, Master. It was because we did something wrong that allowed the enemy to chase us."

"It doesn't matter."

Wuxiang's mother didn't care so much and said with interest: "Are you willing to submit to me?"

If you want to achieve great things, you must not be a mere commander. Mother Wuxiang needs more subordinates, not just flatterers, but also people who can do practical things.

Kannagi Sotaro is obviously a good candidate.

She had heard about this man's deeds for a long time.

"Hmph, how could I give in to someone like you?" Kannagi Sotaro sneered coldly.

As of now, the only option is death.

He was determined not to give in to such an insidious and despicable person.

"Haha." Old Mother Wuxiang smiled, disapproving of his cold attitude, and asked herself if she had any means to make the other party become a dog lying at her feet.

"The weak have no right to reject the strong. If you want to die, you have to ask me first if I agree."

Wuxiang Old Mother raised her hand.

Kannagi Sotaro immediately called out Garoko, and as soon as the holy white wings unfolded, the liquefied arms penetrated his shoulders, and the wings were bitten off.

Garoko shrank back into Kannagi Sotaro's body in pain.

The liquid hand retracted and condensed into an arm as white as mutton fat. He gently lifted up the black hair and said: "I won't agree. Even death is a luxury wish for you. Kneel down and kiss my instep. You can still ask for it." forgive."

"..." Kannagi Sotaro pursed his lips. The pain wavered his will, and the gap in strength made him despair. He looked at the outstretched feet, glimmering in the sun.

There seems to be something tempting in my heart, but it’s actually not bad...

He was in a daze, but he still said in a hoarse voice: "Dream."

"Human will is more fragile than imagined. What you call persistence means that the pain is too little. I am not in a hurry. I will slowly test your upper limit and push him away."

Mother Wuxiang turned around and ordered her men to step forward, while she discussed with the two elders how to capture Japan.

"Ah!" Two exclamations sounded from behind.

Mother Wuxiang's pupils shrank, she turned around suddenly and saw ashes floating in the air.

The three of them stood on the right side of Kannagi Sotaro.

One man and two women.

"Bai Shi," Wu Xiang's old mother murmured in a low voice, recognizing this strong man in the Nine Realms, "how did you find me?"

As for the breath, she should smooth it all out.

"When I want to find you, I will find you."

Shiraishi answered calmly, looking at her.

The deep gaze was a bit hazy, and the Wuxiang old mother couldn't tell for a moment whether she was looking at herself or looking at a deceased friend through herself, "Your first love couldn't have looked like me, right?"

"Of course not, I was just wondering, why hasn't the Spring God in you come out yet?"

Shiraishi replied calmly.

"Hmph, He can't come out, he's been trapped by me." Old Mother Wuxiang wanted to say that she had swallowed the God of Spring, but dark energy suddenly poured out from her mouth, and the magic spell she set up was of no use at all.

His internal organs seemed to be carried away by the torrent of darkness.

"God, you did it on purpose."

The old mother Wuxiang let out her last roar of grief and anger.

Nicholas did not respond. This man had already become a madman under years of torture.

The magic spells used to imprison gods are just personal beliefs that they can be imprisoned, but it does not mean that they can actually be imprisoned.

If he wanted to escape, he could break free in a matter of minutes.

After all, it is at the level of the seventh realm, not even the eighth realm. How could one have the vision to create the magic spell to imprison a god.

Everything is just a crazy woman's delusion.

The figure of Nicholas caused the believers behind him to twist and turn into indescribable swollen balls of flesh, and blood was poured out as if they were free of charge.

Kannagi Sotaro let Shiraishi block it and it was not affected.

"It's up to you to deal with it, Narcissa." Nicholas looked at Bai Shi, not showing the madness that other gods showed when they first met. There are still some benefits to staying in the body of the phaseless old mother.

Let Him temporarily buffer the impact of looking at Bai Shi, so that the reason at this moment will not collapse.

"Well, do you still recognize the people around me?"

Shiraishi asked.

Nicholas lowered his head, his burgundy eyes staring at Him, full of anger.

"Those eyes... well, you were a little girl back then, and your fate was really wonderful."

"Give her back her eyes and hands and feet."

"Can you let me go back?"

Shiraishi hesitated briefly, things were not as expected.

He did not expect that the Wuxiang Old Mother would reach such a state and swallow the God of Spring directly instead of making sacrifices.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually offered to return to the inner world.

According to Narcissa's reaction, shouldn't she be fighting to the death to stay in the world?

After thinking about it, Bai Shi nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you, I won't do this again."

"The deal is established."

Nicholas raised his hand, and the tentacle as delicate as a vine moved forward, touching Komori Aoi's forehead.

In an instant, a soft halo flashed across his body.

The lost eyes, hands and feet were restored to her body.

With her eyelashes trembling slightly, Komori Aoi slowly opened her eyes and stared at the colors in front of her, whether it was the blue sky, the passing white clouds, or the bright red ground and twisted flesh.

Everything that fell in her eyes was so novel and full of beauty.

"This is the world."

She murmured in a low voice, with a complex expression on her face.

Jun Komori held her hand and said with tears in his eyes: "Sister."

"Jun, don't cry." Komori Aoi touched her sister's eyes with her hand, trying to wipe away the tears that were about to flow out, but she couldn't help but shed tears herself.

The scene of deep sisterly love did not make Nicholas stop to watch. The body quietly dissipated into the air and returned to the inner world.

Shiraishi didn't stop him.

Now this ending is good, leaving the God of Spring to avenge Jun Komori in the future, and preventing him from continuing to stay in the world.

It’s the best of both worlds.