The Temple of the Sea of Clouds is worthy of the word Sea of Clouds.
At dawn, standing at the top of the temple, you can see the sea of clouds rolling in.
Like a great roc, Izir’s life led him through the sea of clouds and to the temple.
As the fish’s belly turned white in the east, Izzy’s face was cold as he stepped directly into the temple.
The temple seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, lacking in popularity, but it was very clean, and because of this, an eerie atmosphere was pervading. He took a look at the temple courtyard, sighed lightly and spoke, “Come out.”
It was not people who came out.
Instead, it was a few sharp shears.
The sharp arrows were colourful and quenched with poison.
Like lightning breaking through the air, they shot towards him in a hurry.
At that moment, several black shadows appeared from all directions, like ghosts, their speed was even faster than the arrows, and their sharp weapons moved from side to side to kill Ixialife.
Buzz!
The sword blades were rising.
Izzy’s life only stood still.
Not moving half a muscle, the ivory-coloured sword in his hand only swung forward, not caring about the rear.
But the few black shadows that approached him from all sides flew backwards when they were less than half a dozen feet away.
Each one of them was badly wounded by the sword.
But there was no blood flowing, as if they were several dry corpses. They got up and were coming to kill each other in degrees, when Izir Life skipped deep and entered the building directly in front of him, and those few black shadows were close behind, but not in action.
The temple hall that was supposed to house the statue of Buddha.
At this point it was an ancestral shrine.
The ancestral shrine of the Tsuchimikado family.
A creepy spirit tablet with a name engraved above it, and Izayil Fate knew many of them, for most of them had died under his orders, even the one in the centre, by his sword.
And above the four walls was a fresco, a mural representing the glory of the Togokahn family.
A few moments of bitterness flashed across his cold, proud face.
A mistake once made.
And yet it had to be faced.
“Have you come to seek death?”
A seductive voice, with endless resentment and hatred.
The sissy just appeared in front of those spirit signs without any warning, wearing a wide white robe, his wretchedly beautiful face carried a deep hatred, the kind of hatred that penetrated deep into the marrow and could never be washed away.
In his eyes, rage rolled over.
And it was as if there were tears of blood welling up.
Izir Destiny looked at him, then sighed softly and said, “You have grown up.”
“Have you?”
Doom Mirage Young gritted his teeth, then sneered and said, “Do I look good?”
“Good looking.”
Izayoi spoke.
“Then you go to hell!”
The Toaimun Mirage Young bellowed grimly.
Then he rushed forward.
Izayoi didn’t fight back, he just kept moving his feet to dodge, and the sword in his hand was never sheathed as he said, “Run away, you are in danger.”
“Hahahaha.”
The hated voice of Eboshi Tsuchimikado laughed, “Don’t you wish me dead?”
Izayoi was silent for a moment.
There was still no counterattack.
But dodging would only make Izayoi more and more furious and, moreover, would easily reveal his weaknesses; after all, he was a swordsman, not a defender. He seized an opportunity and, with five fingers like an eagle’s strike, tore at Izayoi’s throat.
But at that moment.
An azure light flashed.
A flash of reluctance flashed in the eyes of Tuomun Mirage Ying, then he quickly flew backwards and landed in front of those spirit cards, and his white robe hunted.
The figures of the twin sons were revealed.
It appeared right in front of Izayoi’s life.
The hatred in his gaze grew even greater as Doom Illusionary Young said in a cold voice, “Where is Varak?”
The twin sons did not answer his question, but both of them stared at the same time at Tuomin Illusionary, their indifferent eyes as if they were looking at a mole that was trying to struggle, and said coldly, “Hand over the jewel.”
“Haha.”
The two of them covered their mouths and laughed, saying, “How ridiculous is that, people of the Gods’ clan, do they like gems too?”
“Hand it over.”
The twins didn’t seem to have much patience and said in a cold voice.
With a cold snort and a swing of her long sleeves, which were more than just enchanting, Tsuchimikado Mirage Ying said, “What if I don’t?”
“Then there is only death.”
The twins said in a cold voice.
And then, the trident appeared in both of their hands at the same time, and Eran, without much ado, chose to attack directly.
A seven-coloured glint flashed in the eyes of the Tuomun Mirage Ying, and then several black shadows at the door lunged at the same time, while he himself took a few steps back, his hands kept forming seals, only to see a burst of Sanskrit sound, the frescoes on the four-sided wall suddenly appeared a trace of fluctuation, the figures on the frescoes as if they came to life, one after another towards the twins to kill.
“Humph! Under the glory of God, all is but vanity!”
The twin sons spoke at the same time.
The cold voices seemed to break the images painted on the fresco.
But the four-sided fresco only trembled slightly, while the figures became more and more frantic, crying out and rushing towards the twins to kill them.
“This is my family’s spirits of grievance.” Tears of blood flowed from the eyes of Tuomun Mirage Ying, and his voice was tinged with sorrow and pain: “Enjoy their belief in revenge!”
Just for a moment.
The entire ancestral shrine seemed to be transformed into an endless abyss of hell.
The figures on top of the mural seemed to possess entities, and they floated towards the twins with endless resentment.
The twins laughed coldly.
The two stood side by side, but the trident in their hands shone with a pale blue light.
A mysterious and unpredictable power kept striking out, but they were unable to break the grievous spirit.
And at the same time.
A powerful man holding a katana among the spirits of grievance suddenly broke away from the group and killed towards Izayoi.
“Brother Kikawa.”
Izayil Destiny murmured.
There was quite a trance in his eyes.
But in that instant, a sharp pain shot through his chest and he flew backwards as if he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spat out.
“Give me back my life!”
The grievous spirit he called Qichuan continued to howl miserably out of his mouth.
Izayoi stood firm and looked towards the Togokahn Illusionary Ei.
“Hmph!”
The tears of blood in the eyes of Doom Illusionary Young continued, “This is the roar of my family!”
“It is not.”
Izayoi Fate spoke up.
The Tsuchimikado Mirage Ei said angrily, “And what do you know!”
Izir Life looked at the Gikawa Grudge Spirit killing at the degree, he did not fight back, but quietly looked at Tsuchimikado Mirage Ying and said, “This is not the Grudge Spirit of Brother Gikawa.”
“It is!”
Tuomimun Illusionary Young gritted his teeth and said.
Izayoi sighed softly, looked at the grieving spirit with open teeth and spoke, “How could he have turned into a grieving spirit when he died so clearly and peacefully?”
