The night gradually deepened, and a few lights in Kosuge Town went out from time to time. The full moon in the night sky was blocked by dark clouds that came from nowhere. Fortunately, the street lights were still working, otherwise it would be pitch dark. The stray cats lying on the wall of the Sakurada family didn't care about the moon and were yawning. The next second, a young man suddenly appeared at the door of the Sakurada family. The stray cats were startled and fled in all directions. The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and a childish face. His orange eyes like magma occasionally flashed a trace of tyranny, and his expression was indifferent, as if nothing could interest him. He had a noble temperament, and between his glances, there was a kind of arrogance that transcended the world and regarded everything as ants. He was wearing a school uniform, and a nameplate was hung on his black suit, which read Adachi District Sakura Junior High School. He didn't pay attention to the stray cats that fled, but looked at the Sakurada family for a moment. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still slowly gathering towards this house, but the soul inside that was used for entertainment had left without permission. "Without my permission, the Yellow Spring Messenger should not dare to come here."
The young man frowned, took a step forward with doubt, and came to the entrance. Looking at the dark entrance, his orange-red eyes like magma flickered slightly, and a ball of fire cloud suddenly appeared in the entrance. The blazing light illuminated the entrance, the flame cloud rose and burned, and some images appeared in the firelight. Some people can be seen standing here, a figure seems to be kneeling on the entrance, and a tall person is standing where he is now. But this image seems to be separated by frosted glass. Not to mention the face, the people in the image are all blurred into a ball, and it is not clear at all. And the fire cloud has a tendency to disintegrate. The young man then used great magic power to maintain the magic, and probed into the cloud with his spiritual consciousness. Just as he was about to observe carefully, the image reflected in the firelight suddenly became disordered, and his mind also became a little confused. Sometimes I feel like I am in the heaven with dark yellow clouds, and sometimes I hear the sound of the great way echoing in my ears. It seems that there is an opportunity in front of me, and as long as I hear it clearly, I can realize the truth. I can't help but hold my breath and listen carefully, and indulge in it. The boy only persisted for a moment. His face was full of pride and indifference in the last second, and he showed an intoxicated look in the next second. Occasionally, he seemed to hear something wonderful and laughed with his hands clapping. But he didn't know that while listening, his seven orifices also slowly flowed out of golden blood, like a madman, like a devil. As time passed, the smile on his face gradually expanded, and he slowly began to dance. At this moment, Crack! A magatama hanging on the boy's waist suddenly shattered, and he trembled all over, his eyes were blank, looking at the dark entrance, with a huge sense of loss in his heart. After a while, the confused eyes gradually became clear. He looked at the magatama that turned into powder on the ground, twitched his mouth, and silently wiped the golden blood on his face with a handkerchief. "Lord Yuming, Nekomata is dead." A beautiful woman with ice-blue hair and wearing a shrine maiden's costume appeared outside the entrance at some point, with a plump figure. At this time, she knelt there and bowed respectfully in the posture of worshiping gods.
"Who did it?" Yuming turned his back to the shrine maiden, wiping his face while asking, as if nothing had happened. "There was a spirit fox and the breath of a demon hunter at the scene." "The demon hunter seemed to be from the Jinguji family, and the spirit fox was a little strange, without demonic aura, and the breath was more like the Qi Refiner in the western Shenzhou, and the cultivation was very weak." That's not surprising. There was no doubt on Yuming's indifferent face. He had a little understanding of the situation in Shenzhou. The Qi Refiners there seemed to have the habit of rewarding their own Shikigami with cultivation methods. Although there is a lack of successors now, the advantage is that the inheritance is long-standing, and there are many scriptures and methods left by the ancient gods. Some of these gods have incredible magical powers and almost exist in the past, present and future at the same time. If you accidentally touch the breath left in time, you will be attacked by a powerful force, and even gods can hardly resist that kind of power. I was a little careless just now. When I used my divine sense to explore when I was looking back, I accidentally touched the breath left in time by a certain god. No, it should be called Tianzun. Yuming just listened to the sound of the avenue for a while, but didn't understand anything. He only distinguished the two words Tianzun, which should be some kind of honorific title. Unfortunately, although he was born of a noble family and was born sacred, he suffered a loss because he was born too late, and he was still powerless when he met those ancient gods. However, although he suffered a loss, he didn't think that the person who saved Sakurada Wakako could really shake himself as a god. The advantage of Shenzhou's long-standing heritage is that even a cultivator like an ant can borrow some of the power of the ancient gods to bully others. In the final analysis, as long as you avoid the breath of those gods, the so-called cultivators are just ordinary people who can be easily crushed to death. If you dare to offend the power of the gods with your mortal body, you must be prepared to pay the price. "I wanted to see how far their master-servant relationship can go, but it's a pity, but it's okay this way." Yu Ming smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He tightly grasped the handkerchief with golden blood and put it in his pocket, and ordered. "Find the demon fox and its owner, and the demon exorcist of Jinguji family, I want to play a game with them." "Since they killed my toys, as compensation, they have to become my toys." The young man was about to walk out of the entrance after he finished speaking. He paused, and his peripheral vision fell on the beautiful woman kneeling outside the entrance, and he asked in a cold voice. "Rin, did you see it just now?" Rin was stunned for a second, and hurriedly bowed: "Without the permission of Lord Yuming, I dare not look up." "Then I saw it." Yuming took out a whip wrapped with golden silk thread from his pocket, and the flames like flowing light spewed out of it, which was quite magical. He swung the long whip and whipped the kneeling witch on the ground, like whipping livestock, and the ruthless whip shadow was like a golden stream of fire. The beautiful woman faced the ground, and her body twitched subconsciously every time she was whipped. She opened her mouth in pain and dared not scream.
It was not until she was beaten to tattered clothes and blood all over her body lying on the ground motionless that Yuming breathed a sigh of relief. He threw down the whip, walked out of the yard on his own, and disappeared in an instant. The beautiful woman who was beaten to death took a breath for a moment and straightened her tattered clothes expressionlessly. The large area of white skin exposed was full of whip scars, and the wounds continued to heal and were burned by the flames of the flashing runes the next moment, and so on. She picked up the whip, staggered and followed Yu Ming's footsteps, and disappeared in the courtyard of the Sakurada family. "Gate of Hell?" Sakurada Wakako looked up at the huge archway in front of her in confusion, staring at the three words "Gate of Hell" written in gold-plated Chinese characters on the archway, and felt strange. Where is this place?