Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"It doesn't matter whether he can kill Abe Ishiyu, as long as he can hold Abe Ishiyou down to reduce the spell energy Abe Ishiyou releases on me, I can break free from his shackles." The old man said lightly.

The original top figure in the Watanabe family was Miyamoto Jiro, but in the battle between Miyamoto Jiro and Abe Ishiyu 20 years ago, Miyamoto Jiro was cursed by Abe Ishiyu, and he could only stay in the temple for the rest of his life Among them, and under the control of Abe Shiyou.

And Abe Ishiyu was also physically injured by Miyamoto Jiro, so he could only hide his soul in the shrine, relying on the worship and cultivation of the people to survive, and only had a short time to leave the shrine.

Saki Watanabe nodded, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "As long as grandpa can break free from Abe Ishiyu's control, we can sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and reap the benefits of the fisherman."

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Asakusa Shrine is adjacent to Sensoji Temple, but it is isolated separately. It is only open to the public on July 14 every year to accept incense worship.

The Asakusa Shrine is all made of wooden buildings, with flying beams and painted buildings, and two stone statues about three feet high stand at the door. The monkey-headed snake body looks very strange.

At this time, a man and a woman stood at the gate of the shrine, it was Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian.

"The shrine is not open for the time being, please go back, both of you." Seeing the two standing at the door, a staff member of the shrine couldn't help frowning, walked out and said.

Zhuo Bufan looked at him, and said calmly: "Is Abe Shiyou inside?"

The staff of the shrine suddenly changed their complexion slightly, and scolded: "The name of the god is not something you can blaspheme."

"Really? I also want to see if your Japanese country really uses gods. Even if there are gods, I will kill him." Zhuo Bufan said, with a wave of his hand, a giant wind blade like a steel knife was released from his hand Going out, he rushed to a statue of a god standing at the door.

The wind blade slashed across, splitting a statue of the Monkey-headed Snake God into two sections.

"idiot!"

The staff in the shrine were furious, but they completely forgot the horror of Zhuo Bufan's method, and with a wave of his hand, they actually cut a three-foot-high stone statue in half.

Zhuo Bufan flicked his fingers, leaving a bloody hole between the eyebrows of the staff member, and then swaggered into the shrine.

Dozens of warriors with daggers came out of the shrine quickly, staring at Zhuo Bufan.

Someone dared to break into the shrine!

These warriors probably have the strength of the Dragon Kingdom warriors, and there are even two warriors who are almost equivalent to masters. The combination of these people is definitely a super powerful force in any place, but now they are here Be a watchdog for Abe Ishiyu.

"Baga, kill them." The leader of the warriors looked at the dead people and the chopped stone statues at the door, and shouted loudly.

Dozens of people rushed over, Shi Jian held the Ziqing sword while trembling his wrist, and the purple and blue sword lights swept out, the current three warriors were directly beheaded, Zhuo Bufan's fist was like a swimming dragon, and anyone who approached him They all flew out one after another, and their internal organs were shattered.

Seeing a famous warrior flying out, all of them died. Although these people had martial arts will, they were all mortals after all.

"Abe Shiyou, do you want to watch your subordinates die before coming out again?" Zhuo Bufan said coldly, he punched out, and hit a samurai with the strength of his chest and back, the opponent was regarded as dead.

"stop."

At this moment, a man wearing the onmyoji costume led by E Guanbo came out, holding a folding fan in his hand, about forty years old.

"Your Excellency, I don't know who it is? Why did you come to our shrine to make trouble?" The other party frowned, looking at the samurai who fell on the ground, his eyes concealed anger.

"Are you the manager of the shrine?" Zhuo Bufan looked at the other side and asked.

"I'm the president of Asakusa Shrine, Chino, I don't know who you are?"

"My name is Yingsha, let Abe Shiyou come out?" Zhuo Bufan said calmly with his hands on his back, his expression indifferent.

Chino's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Yingsha, I don't know who you are, but the name of the gods is not something you can blaspheme, kill them for me."

The samurai standing on the field seemed to have not heard his words, and remained in place in a daze.

Chino frowned, and made seals with his hands, attracting streams of black mist, which turned into silk threads and poured over the warriors' heads. Since the moment the black mist poured into their heads, all the warriors' eyes They all became blood red and full of murderous aura.

"If you dare to break into my Asakusa Shrine, you will die." After Chino finished speaking, those samurai who had already been shocked rushed towards Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian again.

"My lord, what is this?" Shi Jian asked, frowning.

"It's like a soul-controlling spell." Zhuo Bufan said, facing the samurai who had lost his mind and rushed up, he punched them flying.

These people have been manipulated by spells, they are no longer afraid, they are no longer afraid, they have all become killing machines.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian flying up to the fighters, Chi Ye's face gradually revealed a dignified expression, and he suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and there were some strange French words engraved on the folding fan, and those French words suddenly emitted A little silvery glow.

"Speaking spirit. Binding!" Chino made a seal in his hand and gave a light drink.

The dots of silver starbursts that originally drifted out combined into a huge fishing net, flying towards Zhuo Bufan, covering Zhuo Bufan in it, and the fishing net composed of silver threads bound Zhuo Bufan tightly.

Seeing this scene, Shakuno showed a calm joy on his face.

Those silver fishing nets look soft, but they are full of toughness and hardness comparable to steel. There is absolutely no way for ordinary people to break free from them.

"Do you want to rely on this to trap me?" Zhuo Bufan shook his head and sighed.

"What?" Shakuno opened his mouth wide, with a look of shock on his face. With Zhuo Bufan's slight struggle, the silver thread that originally surrounded him was broken inch by inch, turning into a little bit of silver starlight and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

The opponent's magic power is equivalent to that of a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, and the spells used also have many flaws. Zhuo Bufan can use his body alone, and he doesn't even need to use his true energy.

Chi Ye's face finally turned pale, and the dozens of remaining warriors had completely fallen to the ground, and he was the only one left to face Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian.

Shakuno bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly put the middle and middle fingers of his right hand together next to his lips, muttering: "Dream Shikigami."

All of a sudden, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, the entire shrine was swept by wind and waves, and the sky was covered by black clouds. Thirty-eight golden light spots lit up on the edge of the entire shrine, and then these light spots rushed into the sky, forming a An invisible barrier enveloped the entire shrine.

The black mist in the sky was rolling and moving, carrying an extremely terrifying aura.

Zhuo Bufan looked indifferent, Chino definitely did not have such a powerful power, this kind of power is the power of the entire shrine formation, and Chiano is just equivalent to holding the key and playing this formation. "Chino, stop." At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from the main hall.