The God Killer in the Comic World

Chapter 157

A double-digit family background.

The stars are bright, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. There are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees and bamboos. The whole bamboo forest is filled with an elegant and calm atmosphere, giving people a feeling of paradise.

A Japanese-style torii is built in the center of the bamboo forest. Walking closer, you will see wooden sliding doors, matted tatami, etc.

This is the place where White Yaksha rests. It is like spring all year round. If you are happy, you can adjust the climate of the bamboo forest at will and let snow or rain fall.

Shiroyasha has nothing to do with the Takamagahara pantheon. The reason why the place she lives in is Japanese style is because she personally prefers this style.

Bai Yaksha was sitting in the garden courtyard, kneeling on the tatami, drinking tea.

After a while, my earlobes moved slightly and I heard the voice of someone coming.

She turned around and saw the figure of the black-haired young man.

The words he had prepared for a long time suddenly swallowed back, and he said helplessly but with a little joy:"Congratulations, you killed that dystopian guy." Before

Ling Yun could say anything, Bai Yaksha stood up and stretched.

"You guy really doesn't make anyone worry for a moment."

Obviously I just accepted the invitation letter from the dystopia, but I don't know why they started fighting.

The aura of the starry sky constantly collapsing and reconstructing made Bai Yaksha want to retrieve the spiritual power of Tiandong Shuo several times, but finally gave up.

Until I saw Ling Yun returning safely, I breathed a sigh of relief this time

"Are you worried about me?"

Ling Yun sat down next to Bai Yaksha, picked up a piece of senbei unceremoniously and put it into his mouth

"We worry that no one will worry about you."

Hearing what Ling Yun said, Bai Yaksha's face burst into a contemptuous smile.

"Why can't you, a thick-skinned guy, be beaten to death anyway? correct...your soul......"

"After all, it is a very difficult three-digit trial. It is impossible for nothing to happen. It will be fine in a few days."

Ling Yun said nonchalantly.

Bai Yaksha looked at him deeply.

Although it sounds like an understatement, it is definitely not that simple. If you can't overcome it, it will destroy the trial of human history, so what's the point? It can be solved so easily

"But then again, it's really surprising that you can actually take down dystopia."

"What's so surprising? Didn’t you lose at my hands back then?"

Ling Yun spread his hands and said.

Recalling the past, Bai Yaksha, who felt that his face was dull, was filled with anger. He grabbed the young man's arm and took a bite.

"Hey hey! What are you doing? Let go!"

"snort! This is our punishment for disrespecting the White Night King."

Bai Yaksha turned his head and complained.

"You are a very aggressive woman."

Ling Yun looked at the two neat rows of tooth marks on his arm and didn't know what to say.

At some point, Xiaoya and Yawei also appeared in this small torii.

"Hey, you two, leave some for me."

Shiro Yaksha said with a headache as he looked at the golden and silver-haired goddess and then at the decreasing number of senbei.

"I met Jehovah and Shakya on the way back."

Ling Yun said

"Um? That birdman, and that bald man?"

Bai Yaksha crawled out from the chaos, holding a piece of snow cake in his mouth, and asked vaguely.

There was a look of surprise on his face.

"They didn't do anything to you, right?"

"If I had really done something, I wouldn't have come back so soon."

Ling Yun shook his head.

"The only god stopped me, as if he was dissatisfied with my intervention in solving the dystopia. When he and I were about to fight, Shakya stepped in and stopped him."

"He must have bad intentions."

If it weren't for Buddhism's calculations, how could she have lost so miserably.

On the surface, she was polite, but in fact, she was full of bad ideas.

"The spiritual power of the Namo Merit Flower Buddha was a congratulatory gift he gave to me."

Ling Yun took out the Buddha's spiritual head.

Although it is not as high as the Buddha, it can be regarded as a great Buddha with a higher status in Buddhism.

"Huh? That old bald man actually gave you such a good thing? Did you reach an ulterior PY deal with him?"

Bai Yaksha asked with a gossipy face.

The Buddha's spirit is not something you can pick up anywhere. Even Bai Ye only got a Yaksha spirit, and now he gave Ling Yun a Buddha. How strange is this?

"I'm thinking too."

Ling Yun fell into deep thought.

When he was reading Journey to the West when he was a child, he didn't like those Buddhist bald donkeys.

Although the gods and Buddhas in the box garden are different from the original world, after the turmoil in the heaven, his disgust towards Buddhism has also grown. The more serious it is, if it hadn't been for the Taoist Heavenly Lord to stop him, I'm afraid he would have started to have sex with Sakyamuni.

"Maybe it’s because you, Ling Yun, are so powerful that Buddhism changed its mind?"

Bai Yaksha said.

The general idea is, I can't afford to offend my father.

"Probably, if they are really that discerning."

Ling Yun nodded.

"By the way, the dystopian devil said before he died that he had a secret to tell me. Do you know what it is?"

"We weren't there, how could we possibly know? You didn't ask him?"

"If I asked, I would let him go, so I didn’t ask."

Ling Yun shrugged.

"Hi...There's a high probability that it's not a big deal, and it might just be a lie. Bai

Yaksha's nonchalant expression also infected Ling Yun. He nodded and said,"That's right. Maybe I think too much.""

And even if there is a conspiracy, just use force to break the law.

Those garbage people in Buddhism can't do anything big..........

The influence of the dystopian devil is gradually decreasing, and those who have not yet had their souls devoured are gradually regaining their personalities under special care.

In order to celebrate the end and victory of the war, it is natural to hold a celebration banquet.

The banquet was held within the outer gates of the Arcadia League.

Everything in the town was ready to celebrate this great victory.

Soldiers and their families who had participated in the war came in droves, and almost everyone who could spare time came as soon as possible.

Beautiful girls with bright flowers, skilled musicians, and singers with clear voices.

Because of the large number of guests, the whole town was decorated in a festive manner.

When the sun sets from the mountains in the east, a dark night covers the town. All the bells in the city ring together, and different flags flutter in the wind, especially the Confederate flag of Acadia, which is brilliant and solemn under the colorful lights..

When the returning soldiers made their triumphant return to the city, the sweet music reached its climax.