I Became a God in Tokyo

　　 The heart of ghosts is often filled with fragments of fragmented and bizarre memories.

　　Some were left behind during their lifetime, and some were experienced after becoming ghosts.

　　Because of the existence of these fragments, their mentality is unstable, unable to resist pressure, and they can break the defense with one or two sentences.

　　 Obviously, this evil spirit is a classic example.

　　 "Oh!" In the circle, Yu Chuanlan's complexion changed.

　　 How could she not notice, the Yin Qi on the irritated Haunting Spirit suddenly began to swell, reaching an extremely shocking level in a short period of time.

　　In the magic circle, the Buddha's light that originally suppressed the evil spirits has begun to be unable to withstand the erosion of the Yin Qi, making a chuckle and breaking one after another.

　　 Yuchuan Lan hurriedly waved his Zen stick when he saw it, and the golden ring on it made a loud sound.

　　 More light of the Buddha condenses on the head of Xiong Nian's spirit, turning into an illusory golden bell and falling down, covering the Xiong Nian's spirit.

　　 The face of Xiaonianling after the violent violent is even more hideous, and the human form is no longer visible.

　　 From the appearance of a thin middle-aged driver, swollen and deformed into a complete monster.

　　 Fierce, furious, bone spurs drilled out of the skin, full of desire for destruction.

　　 "You always say Xitian... Bliss..."

　　 "Why didn't you go there!"

　　 With the roars, the wind raged.

　　 The dimly cloudy wind made Yu Chuanlan stretch out his hand to protect him, and the prayer beads on his wrist were all trembling.

　　When everything subsided, Yu Chuanlan put down his hands, and suddenly secretly said that it was not good.

　　 On the highway, the incense ash sprinkled before was completely blown away by the overcast wind.

　　Xiao Nianling also realized that the obstacles in front of him had disappeared, and suddenly laughed triumphantly.

　　 "Hee hee hee hee... drive to..."

　　 Realizing that the situation is a bit serious, Yu Chuanlan immediately asked for help, she turned her head and shouted.

　　 "Shiraki-kun, let's do it together, I will attract his attention—"

　　 Without waiting for her to finish, Xiao Nian Ling suddenly hit the road in front of Yu Chuanlan with a punch, and the debris and smoke exploded. Yu Chuanlan was caught off guard, was blown down by the shock wave and fell to the ground.

　　 Before he could stand up, he watched Xiong Nianling come straight to her.

　　 A pair of casserole-big fists are throbbing tigers and tigers, the posture of an old boxer.

　　 The next punch is about to fall on her.

　　 Behind him, Shiraki Jun's expression was grim and he stood up and patted his butt.

　　 is down...

　　 I have been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

　　 But obviously, in terms of his distance from Yu Chuanlan, it is too late to rush to support him.

　　 Since there is no way to support teammates—

　　 Then I can only find a way to kill the enemy.

　　 In this case, he can only use the Crescent Palm, which he has made some improvements in his spare time.

　　 Thinking of this, Bai Mujun moved his finger, and at the same time he did not forget his kind words.

　　 "Yu Chuan-san, you lie down, you are going to go up next!"

　　 Despite the distance of several tens of meters, Shiraki Jun calmly lifted his palm and aimed at the figure of Xiong Nianling.

　　 The palm of the hand gently pushed forward.

　　 Crescent Palm·Remote!

　　 Boom!

　　 Gentle light blooms.

　　 an instant—

　　 The thick beam of light sprayed forward, concealing the ugly face of Xiao Nian Ling, and engulfed the two of them.

　　 Bathed in this rejuvenating, bright and kind-hearted light, Yu Chuanlan only felt that the lack of mana in her body was quickly recovering, and she wiped out the exhaustion of removing the spirit.

　　 This comfortable feeling made her hum softly and close her eyes.

　　 The next second, when I open my eyes again—

　　 The huge figure of Xiao Nian Ling in front of him...

　　 no more.

　　? ? ?

　　 If it weren't for the potholes all over the floor, Yu Chuanlan felt like a big dream.

　　 blankly watched Bai Mujun walk to her side, silently closing his palm to the ashes dissipating all over the floor.

　　 A look of hope that the ghost is all right.

　　 Shiraki Jun was indeed a little sorry in his heart.

　　Due to the high brightness of the crescent palm, I could not see the expression of the evil spirit.

　　 But I think it should be "a peaceful smile, a kind expression, great realization, and never forget to wave to everyone before leaving."

　　 After reciting the prayer once, Shiraki Jun smiled and closed his palms into his pocket.

　　 Well, I really feel the joy of your exemption.

　　 Yu Chuan Lan maintained the duck sitting posture on the ground, staring at Shiraki Jun blankly.

　　 After a long time, he said with difficulty, "Mr. Baimu, what are you?"

　　 Shiraki Jun gave her a surprised look.

　　 What does this mean?

　　 Didn’t you say you went together?

　　 Is it just to pretend to be humbly, in fact, to create a thrilling atmosphere, and the method of pressing the bottom of the box is useless?

be cheated?

　　 Yu Chuanlan looked at the silent Bai Mujun, couldn't help but stretched out a hand into a palm, imitating Bai Mujun's posture, and pushed forward.

　　 Of course, nothing happened.

　　 "Shiramu-kun, this trick...what is it?"

　　 Oh, I was talking about this.

　　 Shiraki Jun smiled and said, "Yu Chuan-san laughed. It's just an ordinary method of removing palms. I call it the crescent palm."

　　 "Want to learn, let me teach you? It's not that hard—"

　　 "No, no more..."

　　 Yuchuan Lan swayed to his feet.

　　 tidy up the hem of his robes.

　　 picked up the stick that fell aside.

　　 was in a trance, and felt like he was dreaming.

　　 Since it can be solved with one palm—

　　 What is the purpose of the four-hour scripture I just read?

　　......

　　 It was confirmed that Xiong Nianling had been eliminated. At this time, Yu Chuanlan's cell phone rang ticking.

　　 "Verify that Yu Chuanlan, a subordinate of Leiming Temple, has completed the B-level spiritual exorcism, and the spiritual value is +10."

　　 Seeing this line of words, Yu Chuanlan suddenly felt a little afraid.

　　Only the strength of Xiao Nianling when he first played against her was only the midstream in the C-level spirit, but he did not expect that it swelled to the B-level strength in a short period of time.

　　Although they will fall into a weak state later, most of the spirit removers may not be able to survive this period of time, and they have become the bait in the mouth of the evil spirit...

　　 This is also one of the dangers of removing spirits.

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　　 If it weren't for Shiraki-kun here, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that simple to end tonight.

　　 Thinking of this, she waved to Shiraki Jun.

　　 "Shiramu-kun, this supernatural creature has been judged to be Class B."

　　 "Is this a B grade?"

　　 Hearing what Hagawa Arashi said, Shiraki Jun was also a little surprised.

　　Because of this fierce mind, compared with the previous ghost mother, it is not a little bit worse.

too weak.

　　If the evil spirit is worth 500,000 yen, the ghost mother is also worth at least 700,000 or 800,000 yen.

　　 But both turned out to be B-level supernatural.

　　 He couldn't help but feel a little curious about this classification.

　　 "Hakawasan, how are these supernatural ratings determined?"

　　 "This...I don't know the details, it should be someone in the Soul Expelling Union." Yu Chuanlan replied hesitantly.

　　 "But I once heard a saying that when we are expelling spirits, there are gods and Buddhas watching from the sky, and these levels of commission are from their hands."

　　 "Is it weird to think about it this way?" Yu Chuanlan raised his head and looked at the night sky, the stars in the sky reflected in her bright eyes.

　　 If there is a **** and Buddha watching him...

　　 What a happy thing that should be!

　　 Yuchuan Lan couldn't help but yearn for a little.

　　 Shiraki Jun pondered the meaning of Yukawa Arashi's words.

　　 So, when he worked so hard, there were many gods and Buddhas in the sky?

　　 Maybe he was holding an iced watermelon, digging and eating with a spoon while watching it. When the beat was wonderful, it made a good slap on the leg.

　　 Thinking of this, Shiraki Jun's eyebrows frowned.

　　The cunning god...

　　 I want to eat watermelon too!