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Mie Prefecture, Japan.

The moonlight was frost, the snow covered the mountain road, and the stone steps under the shrine glowed pale green.

A figure with long hair and scattered white robes walked from the snow, passed through the torii where the ice was frozen, stepped on the long ginseng covered with snow, and entered the empty shrine.

In addition to the rumbling crying in the hall, only his footsteps echoed. In the direction of the cry, he slowly walked towards an altar deep in the temple. I saw the blue light, and there was a red stone box with gold on the altar. Inside the box was a two-finger wide, black body. Long knife.

"Did this cry call me?" the man murmured, reaching for the long knife from the golden frame.

At this moment, the cry stopped abruptly, and then gang gas swept from the temple!

The violent wind was overwhelming, like a beast's mouth widening to choose someone to eat away-the white man's robe sleeve and long hair brushed up, but he didn't even raise his head, but slammed his hand!

Only with a whisper, the wind suddenly disappeared, leaving only a cry of whimper as unwilling, and then rushed out of the temple and disappeared into the distance of the vast night.

"--His Royal Highness."

The voice suddenly sounded from behind the man in white, and I saw a man about thirty or forty years old, but his hair was all white, and he bowed deeply to the man in white, saying: "Meet again. His Royal Highness Peacock Daming."

Maha turned and looked, squinting his eyes. This expression made his thick eyelashes look like a blade-shaped narrow arc: "Who are you?"

The man didn't get up, only slightly raised his head to reveal his face:

"The despicable person is Xiang Tianyi. I was fortunate to have seen the side of the King Ming in the Forbidden Grotto underground in the mainland of China. I am now taking the liberty to set up an altar to call my lord because I have something to ask for, and I would like to thank this sword as a reward."

Maha remembers the Forbidden Grottoes, but he has long been unimpressed by such a dispensable little character. His gorgeous eyebrows didn't move at all, and said lightly: "Oh-what are you doing?"

There was nothing unusual in this tone, but anyone familiar with him would know that if he violently killed his cesarean in the next moment, there would have been no abnormality like this before.

Xiang Tianyi didn't have any fearful expression: "Will His Royal Highness know the name of the sword in his hand, why does it cry?"

"..."

As he expected, Maha didn't answer, and Aida stood up straight, looking directly at the King Peacock Ming on the altar at the top:

"——This sword name is'Tian Congyun'. It is the sword that was obtained by slashing the eight snakes when the male life of the third noble son of the great **** of Izanagi, Jian Suzuo, passed away. Is bound to be the **** of the sea, but he is crying all the time because he misses Huang Quanbiliangsaka’s mother, so he angered his father and was expelled from the ocean to support him..."

Maha's expression moved slightly.

"Later, Tian Cong Yun Jian was dedicated to the **** Tianzhao by the male Suzuo, and was passed down to Tianqiong Qiongqiong Qiuzun. He passed from generation to generation at the emperor's place. Together with Bajianjing and Qionggouyu, they were called China's three great artifacts. The ability to surrender to the dragon is immortal.

Yoshida paused and took a breath:

"My tantra gate in Tokyo has always been entrusted by Ise Jingu to hide the mirror of the eight artifacts. However, there is a disciple under the gate who is using the artifact to escape to a foreign country while the head is in the magic. It is difficult to rely on the power of the tantra gate. Peeled Ba Jijing away from him. If His Royal Highness King Ming can help me to find Ba Jin Jingxin back, I would like to sacrifice with 88 living people, and give this precious sword Jian Congyun Your Highness..."

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