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Chapter 464 Recovery!Shuten-douji (22)

In the last war between Genji and Ping, Genji was defeated.

The shrine was completely destroyed.

The house god disappeared.

Today, the shrine beside Tianyin Lake is a new shrine built by Genji.

Few people know the exact location of the shrine.

At the same time, the shrine has not welcomed Genji's former family god back, and there is only one god here for the time being, that is, Shuten Doji.

Over the torii of the shrine,
Rows of real Sakaki trees surround a shrine.

Blood was dripping all over the stone steps in front of the temple, and gusts of dark wind swirled around.

Just approaching the real sakaki trees that surrounded the temple, Minamoto Yoritomo felt a chill, and kept digging into his bones.

Those real sakaki trees used to carry the souls of the dead are also covered with frost flowers, and the row of trees closest to the shrine has completely withered and frozen——the forest surrounding the shrine, the woods outside Tianyin Lake The reason for the withering is all on the gods in the temple.

Shuten-douji is wearing a divine garment, and its charms are bound in the divine garment.

But the aura it transforms through the divine clothes is still beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Those breaths spilled out one after another, causing the trees to be frozen to death and withering, causing the real Sakaki trees to be covered with frost and ice!

"Sure enough, it's ghost king-level fierce...

Even if bound by the divine clothes, it still exudes such a terrifying aura. Minamoto Yoritomo sighed with emotion in a low voice, he saw Minamoto Yoshitsune trembling slightly beside him, and the cold sweat on his forehead was condensed into snow silk.

"Brother, can you still hold on?"

Minamoto Yori asked Minamoto Yorisuke.

Yuan Laijing was chosen by Yuan Laigang as his successor, and he himself did not tolerate Li Gui.

The fact that he can still walk in the shrine that is full of Shuten-douji's breath is naturally because he is wearing a 'half letter ghost armor'.

"I can hold on, it's fine.

Let's go, go forward. Minamoto Yorisuke shook his head, held down the hilt of the 'Dokokiri' knife at his waist, and walked towards the gate of the nave with his body bent.

It was pitch black inside the gate, and there seemed to be no lights inside.

However, when Minamoto Laijing and his brother entered the temple, they found that there were two rows of candles burning in the temple, and the raging candles illuminated the whole hall brightly.

Without crossing the threshold in front of the temple, it is impossible to get a glimpse of the real scene inside the temple.

In the brightly lit nave,

The golden-purple curtain hangs down from the front, covering the pillars on both sides, showing the many imperial materials on the long altar, and behind the altar, the 'sacrifice god' wrapped with many women's intimate clothes— — Shuten Doji.

A string of wind chimes hung down from the beams of the house, moved lightly with the wind in front of the curtain, and collided with each other without making any sound.

Minamoto Yoritomo stared at the 'Shuten-douji' behind the altar.

Shuten Doji looks like a naive, chubby child.

It has a haircut with full horns, and it is covered with women's underwear, so that it is impossible to see what clothes it is wearing.

at this time,

This naive child with a lively smile was held in the arms of a woman.

The woman was bleeding from seven holes, and the gorgeous clothes were draped over her shoulders.

She opened her chest and let Shuten-douji bury his head in his chest.

From the perspective of Minamoto Yoritomo and Minamoto Yorimi, they couldn't see the woman facing their chests sideways, but they could see drops of blood dripping from the woman's chest and abdomen, falling on the ground where she was kneeling on the ground. On the thighs on the stage, it flows continuously down the thighs to the lower stage of the gods.

Under the altar, a thick pool of blood had already accumulated.

So much blood, dried up and then re-watered, watered and then dried up again—accumulating a layer as thick as a finger—this amount of bleeding, even a woman can't do it when she bleeds all over her body.

It takes many, many people to shed blood day and night and gather under the altar to form the scale it is today!

Originally, the two Genji brothers thought the woman had died.

But when the two approached the altar,
She slowly turned her stiff neck, and looked at the two of them with bloody eyes.

The woman also turned halfway around, allowing the two of them to see her empty, dark red chest and abdomen!
Shutendouji had a naive smile on his face,
The blood on the corner of the mouth is so bright!
"what!"

Seeing the woman's miserable appearance, Minamoto Yorisuke staggered back in fright—

The woman rolled her eyes, looked at the two of them, her face was numb, her lips squirmed, and she let out a burst of miserable words: "Help me, save me—I don't want to die, I don't want to die here..."

Her cry for help was extremely weak, requiring careful distinction to hear it clearly.

"Shuten-douji's divine clothes are the gorgeous Wufu worn by women, and a 16-year-old virgin every day, right?" Minamoto Yoritomo stared at the woman holding Jiuten-douji with a cold expression, and heard the woman's cry for help. Naka was still able to calmly ask Minamoto Yorimi.

Minamoto Yoshitsune no longer dared to approach the altar,
He knelt at the entrance of the hall, and when he heard Minamoto's question, he kept nodding his head: "That's it, that's it!"

Minamoto turned his face and stared at his cousin: "Then what are you waiting for?
The boy is cut in your hands.

You should use this knife to cut through the divine clothes! "

The woman and the gorgeous clothes on her body together constitute the 'divine clothes' that can stabilize Shuten-douji.

For Shuten Doji, this kind of divine clothing is both a bondage and an offering.

Minamoto Yorisuke tightly grasped the 'Douzikiri' at his waist, under Minamoto Yoritomo's urgent urging, he felt a fierce force in his heart, stood up suddenly, and looked up to see the woman bleeding from seven holes behind the altar——

The strength gushing out of him dissipated quickly again,
He shook his head repeatedly and backed away: "No, no..."

Minamoto Yoritomo turned around and ran towards Minamoto Yoshitsune: "The lives of so many Minamoto people are all in the hands of my brother!
How can brother shrink back at this time?
One more moment of hesitation, and one more Genji will die!

Brother!

Can you do it? ! "

Minamoto Yoritomo approached Minamoto Yoshitsune.

Staring sharply at Yuan Laijing!
Yuan Laijing had never seen his cousin show such a fierce look to him, his mind went blank, and he was speechless for a long time——

Just when he was in a daze, Minamoto Yoritomo suddenly grabbed his palm holding the knife!
Yuan Lai's phalanges hurt from clenched rough hands!
Minamoto Yoritomo exerted great force on that 'Dokokiri', wrapped it around Minamoto Yoshitsune's palm, and quickly pulled it out of the scabbard!
Swish!
The bright sword flashed across the air!
"release!"

Minamoto Yoritomo held the end of the handle of the 'Doji Kirito' knife, and at the same time he let out a deep drink, the strength in his hand suddenly exploded!
Minamoto Raijing's heart shuddered!
If he doesn't let go, Minamoto Yoshitomo will directly pull the sword out of his palm. At that time, it is inevitable that all five fingers of the palm of his hand holding the sword will be cut off!

Yuan Laijing's face was pale, and he let go of his hand and staggered back.

'Douji Kiri' was completely mastered by Minamoto Yoritomo.

Holding the handle of the knife in one hand and holding the tip of the knife in the other, Minamoto Yoritomo looked carefully at the texture of the Dojiri knife, feeling the sharpness of the blade and the power of the seemingly absent killing stone in the knife.

He held a knife flower,
The boy pointed at Yuan Laijing obliquely: "Brother, you only need to be a rich man in the future.

Fighting and killing things are not for you.

What do you think? "

Minamoto nods dejectedly.

Already realized that he had lost an invisible war.

"Even this knife echoes me,
The boy cut this knife, it was born for me! "

Minamoto Yoritomo grinned, turned around and walked to the altar, wisps of purplish red aura emanated from the 'Doji Kiri' in his hand, and the aura coiled around his arm holding the knife, covering his arm in a blink of an eye. Fine and dense scales with sharp barbs!
The silent 'Tongziqie' in Su Wu's hands,
'Awakening' under Yu Minamoto Yoritomo's control!
"Awakened Supreme...

Cutting Jiu Tun Boy is no problem! "

Minamoto Yoritomo whispered, jumped onto the altar, and swung the 'Doujiri' in his hand suddenly. The purple red knife spread out like a dragon, and cut the woman holding Shuten Doji in half horizontally!

Together with the gorgeous divine clothes on her body!

The sword is full of light!
Even the wall behind Shuten-douji was cut with a deep crack by the purple-red knife light!

The woman with only one breath left was completely killed by this knife.

The two halves of the body were scattered on the altar.

The Shuten-douji in his arms was thrown out and fell under the altar, rolled on the ground for a few times and then remained still.

"Second knife!"

Minamoto Yoritomo stared at the naive child in the corner of the altar, holding the 'Dojiri' in his hands, he felt that he had infinite power, and immediately held the knife in both hands, and the purple-red light of the knife circled around him with fine scales——

next moment!
The sword swung out!

The purple and evil sword light collapsed and dissipated like a bubble!
The power of the killing stone circulating in the Taidao faded away in this instant!

It seems that this supreme sword has fallen into a deep sleep again...

click!
Minamoto Yoritomo froze in place.

Eyes full of disbelief.

Why did Taidao, who had awakened, fall into a deep sleep again?

Is it really just sleeping?
Why did I clearly feel—the power contained in this knife disappeared without a trace?
Minamoto Yoritomo was startled and uncertain.

A wisp of chilly charm emanated from the naive 'Shuten-douji' on the ground.

The hair on the top of its head grew wildly, and in a blink of an eye, the original 'general horn' hairstyle was messed up and scattered on its face.

Shuten-douji's figure also grew into an adult.

The skin and flesh of the whole body are gradually shrinking and wrinkling, the back is bent,
Becoming like a twilight old man.

It was dressed in colorful women's underwear, got up from the ground, moved its thin legs, and walked barefoot to the outside of the temple step by step.

The cloudy wind blows away the gray and messy hair covering its face,

Showing a naive childish face.

The tricky rhyme on this ghost king is slowly recovering,
Wherever it passed, there was a cold and strange rhyme covering all directions. This kind of strange rhyme rolled over the hall, covering the figure of Minamoto Yoritomo, and Minamoto Yoritomo stood still on the spot.

Overwhelmed by Yuan Laijing's figure,
Yuan Laijing's eyebrows and hair are covered with frost.

Bloody icicles grew out of his clothes, piercing his entire body.

He was killed instantly.

Shuten-doji walked out of the temple, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

On the childish face, the lips kept moving, as if chewing something.

creak, creak...

A stream of blood dripped from the corner of its mouth.

far away,

On a high hill outside the dense forest.

A ghost warrior suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Shuten-douji chewed for a while, and opened his mouth to spit out a mass of gray-black stuff—it was some broken clothes.

It continues to walk in a certain direction.

After walking for a while, he stopped, his lips squirmed, and he chewed something in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)