Chapter 63: Tokyo Demon Sealing Array Three

"Would you guys like anything to drink?"

Ono Santang went straight to the east wall, turned out the small bar, and motioned to the four red emblem mages, as if he were the master.

"White water!"

The four mages spoke in unison, as if they had made an appointment in advance.

"What a bunch of guys without a sense of life!"

Ono Santang shrugged and signaled Xiaoye to pour water for the four mages. He picked up the half-full goblet, drank the wine in one gulp, and then refilled it. When all four of them had water glasses,

Then he raised his cup and said, "Let us celebrate. The Island Country Mage Association has officially made history."

However, the four mages remained motionless and did not give Ono Santang any face.

One of the mages said in a cold voice: "It's too early to celebrate now. Sakurai Natsori and Nobi Fujio are not dead yet. These two old guys are the souls of the island country's mages association. The Sakurai family and the Nobi family are together."

Together, it is equivalent to the Mage Association of most island countries, and other aristocratic families are just supporting roles.

That's all." This is a tall and handsome middle-aged man, but he looks like he is in his thirties, which is the best age group to have young, mature demeanor and other male advantages. He has black hair and black eyes, although he has obvious white characteristics.

But you can still vaguely see the Asian ancestry in his body. He is a Eurasian mixed race.

"Don't be so disappointed, at least now it's a decisive phased victory, isn't it? As long as we launch as planned tonight, the Island Country Mage Association will inevitably enter history! It doesn't matter if we celebrate in advance."

Ono Santang drank the wine in the glass again, poured it back, and looked at the three of them with a smile, "Aren't you really going to drink some? That guy Sakurai Natsori has a lot of good wine."

A mage with a Mediterranean-like head and face shook his head and said, "You shouldn't drink. This is a blatant violation of the rules!"

"Then what can I do? I want to be like you, who couldn't even enter Mount Koya back then! Now it's better, the Eight Leaf Dead Trees are dead, the Island Country Mage Association is over, and you are provoking my drinking problem! Bajie, I

I’ve almost forgotten everything, so what if I haven’t forgotten? I’m in the same decline, I’ve committed all of them, do you want to judge me now?”

Ono Santang provocatively drank the wine in the cup again, and then threw the cup heavily. The cup made a harsh crisp sound in the air, burst into thousands of fragments, and flew towards the silent mages.

A faint halo of light appeared around the four mages, as if a large transparent ball enveloped them, blocking the flying glass shards.

The handsome middle-aged mixed-race mage stretched out his right hand. The glass fragments flying in the sky gathered in his hand like moths throwing fire, gathered and fused, and finally turned into a clear glass bead. In the middle of the bead, a faint shining light could be seen.

The golden talisman said, "I just want to remind you, don't forget who you are and where your roots are! Maybe you have stayed in the island country for too long, and you have forgotten your responsibilities!"

"Ha, if you didn't say it, I would have forgotten it. Really, why didn't I forget to tell you to pick peaches?" Xiaoye Santang's voice slowly turned cold. Xiaoye walked up to him and shook his hand.

She grabbed his hand and said coldly: "Four of you, please pay attention to your identities. There are some things you are not worthy of saying!"

The faces of the four mages all changed drastically. The bald mage stared and was about to speak, but the middle-aged mixed-race mage suddenly waved his hand, silently looked at the young man and woman standing side by side, slowly lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry.

, we are rude. God bless the general!"

"Forget it, you are the imperial envoys from above. What can I do with a general with a shady identity? Seeing that you are not in the mood to celebrate with me, in that case, let's go, or you want to stay and see the demons dancing with your own eyes.

Hell on earth?”

Ono Santang took out a small mail tray-like object from his trouser pocket and threw it out. The bald mage stepped forward and stretched out his hands to catch it, but as soon as the small thing fell into his hand, he groaned.

With a sound, his whole face instantly turned red. He took a few steps back and barely managed to stand still, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The other three mages took a step forward at the same time, and the middle-aged mixed-race mage said angrily: "General God Bless, what do you mean?"

Xiaoye Santang chuckled and said: "This is a small punishment. You guys came to my land and were so arrogant. I really don't know how to write the word "death"! Fortunately, I am very tolerant and treat your little

I won't take it seriously, but if you go back and talk nonsense, and say that I, General God Blessed, am nothing more than this, then any bastard who comes to my place in the future will definitely be more bullshit than you.

So, for the sake of future dating troubles, each of you kowtow to me and get out!"

“Zhang Louis, don’t go too far!”

The only female mage among the four mages, took a step forward, shook her right hand, and a yellow talisman flashed between her fingers, and then ignited, "The Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law!"

Master Yongda, who was lying in the ventilation duct watching the show, was so surprised that he almost jumped up.

It's incredible that such a long-legged, blond, blue-eyed foreign girl who speaks English can speak such an authentic Chinese Taoist phrase! Although her intonation is rigid, it is accurate, fast and fast.

At Fu Ran's order, the foreign girl raised her hand and spilled a large handful of soybeans. The soybeans exploded when they hit the ground, erupting into clouds of white mist. Soldiers wearing helmets and holding long knives stepped out of the mist.

"Spill the beans and make an army? How awesome!"

Ono Santang laughed loudly, flashed his body, and rushed out with a whine. Because he moved so fast, he left a series of afterimages on the movement trajectory.

Hearing a series of rumbles and muffled sounds, the soldiers transformed from the soy beans flew all over the sky as if they were hit by a speeding unlicensed truck.

The middle-aged mixed-race mage's face changed drastically, and he shouted "The magic weapon is as urgent as the law" and threw a piece of paper talisman on the ground. The talisman exploded into a dark cloud with a bang in the air, and several lightning bolts exploded from the cloud.

It stabbed directly at Ono Santang who had rushed through the soybean formation. But the lightning was a step too late, passing through the afterimage left by Ono Santang and shining directly on the wall, making a big hole in the smooth wall on the spot.

Dust was flying, gravel was flying, and in the chaos, Xiaoye Santang had already bullied the female mage. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Hearing a loud hiss, he actually pulled off the white robe of the female mage.

The female mage screamed in surprise, clapped her palms, and two balls of flames enveloped her entire palms. Then she clapped her hands, one after the other, towards Ono Santang. The middle-aged mixed-race mage stretched out his fingers, and dark clouds appeared in front of him.

There was a rumble, and another bolt of lightning shot out. The fourth mage, who had been silent all this time, took out a small mirror from his robe, bit off his finger and quickly drew a blood talisman on the mirror, and took a look at Ono Santang,

Taking the figure of Onesando into the mirror, he then slapped his palm against the mirror, and the whole palm was inserted deeply into the mirror. A giant palm suddenly appeared above Ono's head and swatted at Onesandang like a fly.

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