Everyone was almost suffocating and stared at the arena in amazement.

On the concave platform, the source of the ice pile stands like a god walking in the snow.

"Warm up to this point." Yuan Qingsu raised his right leg, stepped firmly on a piece of ice, looking at the Shinto team leaders.

The wind blew his long hair.

"Please choose, keep your promises, or continue to fight."

Official practitioners whose numbers had already covered the sky, released their divine power with a bang, and gorgeous aurora appeared in the entire sky of Izumi.

"Guru." The sound of swallowing saliva in the Shinto stands one after another.

They looked nervously at the team leaders of each family.

The nine team leaders looked ugly. They thought that the success rate was 80% but they actually lost.

The arena seemed to be a piece of floating ice from the Antarctic, and the silence like Antarctic is being staged.

In this deadly silence, Yuan Qingsu suddenly chuckled.

"Do you know the 'Sike's Law'?" he spoke as if chatting.

“‘The more choices a person faces, the longer it takes to make a decision’, it seems that I have given you too many choices.”

The sound of the source devonox cooled down.

"Super it." He said.

"" is a silence that is even more terrifying than just now.

Everyone in Shinto felt that their bodies would dissipate like smoke and numb as if they had turned into stones.

The leader of the second group took a deep breath and raised his hand to hand it over. Under the package of blue iron divine power, a box made of bone slowly floated towards Yuan Qingsu with the eyes of everyone.

Yuan Qingsu caught it and threw it to the official practitioner who forged the artifact.

About three minutes later, they reported:

"Mr. Zhu Ziwang, that nail can indeed control monsters to a certain extent, but relying on one is far from enough, unless there is a corresponding special spell."

"The spell is not in the bet." The leader of the second group said in a deep voice.

Yuan Qingsu glanced at them: "Get out."

The blue iron-colored magic power of the leader of the second group suddenly bloomed. His whole face was twisted and terrifying, very hideous, and chilling.

"Let's go!" Saora Saor stood up and said sternly.

The leader of the third group stood up immediately, pressed his hand on the shoulder of the leader of the second group, and whispered to him: "It's not the time yet, let this boy know the price of arrogance sooner or later."

The blue iron divine power slowly fell silent.

The other six team leaders also stood up.

Shintoism began to retreat.

"Wait." Yuan Fengsu spoke again.

"Yuan Qing Su!" The leader of the fifth group looked over angrily, "Don't think we'll kill us! Don't forget that we still have eight wreckages of the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon. At worst, everyone can fight to see if I can destroy Izumo and see who will suffer a big loss!"

"Stop your anger, sorry, I misunderstand you." Yuan Qingsu smiled, and he raised his right index finger, "One year."

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"In a year, I will let Shinto disappear and become history."

Before they could react, Yuan Qingsu continued, "Don't misunderstand again."

He left the ground with his feet and slowly rose to the sky.

"I have no interest in great achievements, nor do I hope to end any bloodshed.

"I just want to see how much pressure Shintoism, which has been passed down for thousands of years, can put me in the face of what level it can force me to, and how much it can make me grow within a year.

"I'm the reason for destroying you, that's all."

He was suspended in the air, and the sun shone on him, behind him was an official practitioner led by the divine witch and the witch Ise.

The leader of the eight group of groups drunk, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally felt a little scared of this young man.

Seven groups of leaders spiders, sweat beads shed on the sideburns.

Everyone had a calm face.

"Walk!"

The nine team leaders turned into streams of light and disappeared on the sea, and the Shintoists fled in panic.

"Sir." Xiong Wu Gexian and others flew over, "Do you want it?"

"No." Yuan Qingsu smiled, "You must be a person but have faith in your words."

Some people disagree, and some people admire him more and deeply impressed by his charm.

Yuan Qingsu didn't care about their thoughts at all, and turned around and flew back to the two witches.

"How is it?" he said proudly.

"Who told you to destroy Shintoism in one year?" Shen Lin Yuko looked cold and asked casually.

Yuan Qingsu knew it was bad, so he was angry again.

In other matters, Shen Lin Yuzi is easy to talk to, but he will make a decision without her permission, so he will care a lot about it.

"Miss Shenlin," said Yuan Qingsu hurriedly, "Iron will rust if it is not used, and water will stink if it is not flowing. Although I have a little talent, I have no pressure and I can't make progress faster."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. It's not a good thing to destroy Shintoism as soon as possible." Ji Miyuki Shiroya smiled and persuaded Shen Lin Yuko. She took off her kimono coat and draped it on Genkisu.

She was wearing a red kimono and a black jacket. She was wearing a green kimono and had no makeup on her face. Instead, she felt free and unrestrained and unrestrained. She was so casual that she ate with clothes on her clothes.

"Brother, is it okay, let me see." The witch of the Shuitian Palace spoke softly, with a deep affection, and touched his waist with both hands.

Yuan Qingsu waved her hand and said to Shen Lin Yuzi and Ji Miguchi Shiliuye: "Go back first."

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Back to Izumo Taishu, it happened to be noon, and a banquet was inevitable.

"Let us toast to Lord Zhuziwang's victory!"

"It's all of us! Cheers!"

Yuan Qingsu drinks a lot of drinks, and accepts all toasts; accepts all those who suggest surrendering.

Everyone also found that Yuan Qingsu was different from the cruelty and arrogance in the fight. At this time, he was very easy to get close to him and guided the practice of spells from time to time. He even couldn't get drunk no matter how much he drank the wine.

No matter how deep his cultivation level or how high his position is, he can talk and laugh, and not be condescending.

In the end, everyone sang a sing of a sing of a gentleman, and his literary talent was even more unmatched.

Needless to say, female practitioners are so powerful that even men are impressed by their strong charm and are willing to follow him and serve him.

The banquet lasted for an afternoon until dusk. Because they could not leave the station for a long time, the practitioners dispersed.

The evening breeze blows, Yuan Qingsu stands under the eaves of the temple, looking at the sky dyed red by the sunset.

The Izumo witch walked slowly from behind.

"Mr. Zhuziwang, please give me a day. I will arrange the shrine affairs and I will go back to Kyoto with you." She said softly.

"Go back to Kyoto with me?" Genkisu turned around, "What are you going to do with me?"

"I am a traitor, the leader of Shintoism, and should be punished."

"I have no objection to atone for the mistakes you have made," Yuan Qingsu looked at her, "but there was a missing witch who was willing to believe me. Even if I became the Lord of the State, I would not have enough strength to implement reforms."

Before being strong enough to subvert everything, if you want to make the change go smoothly, a key figure like Izumo who holds an important position and has extraordinary cultivation must be taken as your own.

The same is true for those people at the banquet just now.

"What do you mean" The witch Izumo raised her head and looked at him in a difficult way.

"Just call me Qingsu." The sunset was setting, Yuan Qingsu smiled slightly, and his spirit was flying.

The Izumo Witch doesn't know what to say.

She suddenly realized that even if it was the sunset, there was no need to regret, the sunset had its beauty.

Her reluctance to Izumo Dashe and her melancholy disappeared without a trace.

"Qingsu Jun, do I have anything I need to do?"

"I said that I would support my reform."

"What I mean is that besides this." The witch Izumo's eyes were firm.

She made up her mind and made up her mind that if the Yuanqingsu reform failed and wanted to overthrow the [Lord of Kyoto], or study Shintoism, and occupy Kyushu or Shikoku, she would follow him without hesitation.

"I think about what you need to do. By the way, didn't you say you would treat us to white jade red bean paste? Is there any time now?"

"What did you say?"

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The Izumo witch took Genyusu and the god Lin Oko, who had not attended the banquet, and Himemiya Shiroya, left Izumo's club and went to the dessert shop.

"I have informed Sayyaga that she will be waiting for us there." said Izumo's witch.
To be continued...