Chapter 310

This is the X-43A supersonic aircraft, capable of reaching eight or nine times the speed of sound; it's not meant for people at all.

Because one person sits, one person dies.

Only he is rich and willful, directly using priceless magecraft items for protection.

This world's fastest aircraft received the blessing of the reinforcement magecraft array...

Boom.

Red light lit up around the aircraft, red patterns spread toward the fuselage, and then swirling black smoke turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the horizon.

"Are you kidding me!!!"

Suoluomen burst past ten times the speed of sound, like a sharp sword parting the farm.

But if effort were useful, some players wouldn't become the experience for paying players.

That red light gradually moved away.

Red and blinding.

Deeply stinging Suoluomen's heart.

Damn, he is known as the second in Miskatonic University, but in fact, there are seven or eight people tied with him.

But unlike him, they are all relying on family background, relying on inheriting their father's resources.

172. Earth is too dangerous, I want to go back to Mars

At the foot of the former Mount Fuji.

Amidst the devastation, Inuyasha, Miroku, and others lifted the dust and pulled themselves out of the ground, still a bit dazed.

"Mi... Miroku, is this really five hundred years later?"

Inuyasha, who feared nothing, was nearly scared into barking like a real dog, his dog-guts nearly scared to pieces.

Miroku looked at this land that was like a disaster hell, his face full of despair: I don't know either, I'm also very desperate.

"How about... we go back to the Warring States period; this era shouldn't need us to save it."

Sango, who was usually carefree, was as obedient as a little wife at this moment.

She didn't want to be a savior anymore; she just wanted to save herself.

This broken future, whoever loves it can come.

Miroku subconsciously wanted to agree; he was also truly scared.

Thinking of his arrogance, saying that this era was peaceful and calm...

Now looking at Jianshan Huang Quan, he was so embarrassed he wanted to dig a hole.

"Are... are you guys always like this?"

Miroku tremblingly picked up his prayer beads and spun them like a top.

Buddha.

This little monk's heart really can't take it anymore.

"It's okay, this time it took nearly two weeks to have this wave; last time it was just seven Old Ones and ancient gods breaking through the boundary..."

Jianshan Huang Quan said casually.

Miroku's eye twitched, and even the barking Inuyasha went quiet.

Just?

What kind of era are you guys in?

What exactly happened in the future?

Is it too damn dangerous?

Miroku moaned in his heart.

He really wanted to go back to the Warring States period like Sango said.

Compared to this terrifying future, his own era, full of demons, various murderous samurai and nobles, and various cruel and ruthless daimyo attacking each other, was simply safely cute.

But it's not possible.

Miroku let out a mournful cry in his heart, looking at the former location of Mount Fuji in the distance, where the mountains exploded, the plates were smashed through, and groundwater formed a sky-high water column.

A figure with a wild, nearly insane laugh flew toward the palace in the center of the gradually forming lake.

His gaze gradually became firm.

If Kaguya obtained the opportunity in that palace, she might really take that final step and completely enter the realm of gods.

If she stayed in this era, it would be fine; a god thrown into this era probably wouldn't even splash a ripple.

But what if she returned to their era?

That would truly be an irresistible natural disaster.

"Let's go, we're going too."

Miroku stepped on the spreading groundwater and walked toward that side, suddenly finding that several people hadn't moved.

He looked back.

He saw the cold girl named Jianshan Huang Quan, who was currently taking out a poster and sticking it on a tree trunk.

The poster was clearly a king dressed in silver armor and star clothes, eyes closed, sleeping under a swaying sacred tree, radiating holy light, with a gentle face that embraced heaven, earth, and nature.

Subsequently, Huang Quan took out incense, lit it, respectfully and seriously clapped her hands, and then pressed her palms together in praise.

"Holy King above, please protect us on this journey."

Miroku was speechless, held it in for a long time, and squeezed out a few words: "Miss Huang Quan, what are you doing?"

He didn't remember such a god or Buddha?

Of course, there are eight million gods in the island nation, so there must be some he doesn't know.

But for an unknown god, with Miss Huang Quan's combat power, which even surpasses Inuyasha's, she could crush a bunch with one finger.

Huang Quan didn't answer, kowtowed seriously, then respectfully bowed again; after the praise was completed, seeing Miroku's confused look, she finally curled up a smile.

"Do you know why those seven ancient gods I just mentioned can't be seen anymore?"

The others opened their eyes wide, only then remembering that she hadn't said the ending at all; could it be...

"That's right, it was that person, while sleeping, across the boundary between this world and the other shore, who flicked them to death with one finger."

Ah...

Inuyasha's eyes were spinning.

With his slow wit, he calculated for a long time but couldn't calculate how big the strength gap was.

"You saw that figure shrouded in a billion radiance just now, right? That might also be related to this person."

Very good, no need to say more, I understand.

Sango immediately leaned over: "Sister Huang Quan, how do you do this? What should I do?"

Shippo also hurriedly followed.

Miroku sighed long and pressed his palms together: "Miss Huang Quan, it is better to rely on oneself than on others; gods and Buddhas cannot save the world."

Huang Quan pointed expressionlessly at the window in the sky that was gradually healing, where one could still faintly see the slaughter of the magnificent beings that seemed to have no end.

"Then who to rely on? Rely on you?"

Miroku was speechless.

With this level of disaster, what else can one do besides pray to gods and Buddhas?

It might even be that the gods themselves have to pray to the Holy King.

"Yato, are you ready? It's time to go!"

Yukine urged impatiently.

"Ready, ready, ready immediately,"

On the street.

Altars and offerings of various colors, various divine positions were being worshipped, and countless people were seriously praising and praying.

Besides the Holy King, that mage, and even the Beast of Progression.

And Yato, who is a god of faith, was also kowtowing and praising respectfully in front of a shrine.

Usually carefree, he was kowtowing seriously at this moment.

"Holy King, I don't ask you to protect me on my journey, I only ask you to let me walk the right path, and never return to that state where nothing matters except killing."

He used to be a god of calamity who did whatever he wanted.

This scene was constantly being staged all over the world, in various countries, regions, cultures, and races.