I studied beheading in a mental institution

Osaka.

Roaring explosions sounded everywhere in the ruins, and the black sun suspended above the throne was frantically killing the approaching corpse beasts.

But at this moment, the number of corpse beasts surrounded from all over the "circle of people" has soared to a terrifying level. Standing in the center of Osaka and looking around, there are giant corpse beasts swarming in all directions. There are as many as seventy or eighty!

Among the corpse beasts, Baili Pangpang, who was surrounded by precious light, smashed the head of a corpse beast, and stood there panting heavily. He glanced at the walls of corpse beasts that were approaching all around him, his expression was ugly. .

"Grandma, why are there so many monsters?"

He turned his head and shouted not far away: "Old Cao! Are you okay?!"

At this moment, the madman Cao Yuan, who was already surrounded by three corpse beasts, was dodging their attacks rapidly. His figure was so fast that he could drag out afterimages, but he still couldn't get rid of it.

Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth and was about to go to support, when a figure dragged a large number of ice threads and fell from the sky, cutting one of the corpse beasts into pieces.

"Qingyu!" Baili Pangpang saw the man, his eyes lit up, but seeing that the man was not carrying the familiar black coffin on his back, he couldn't help but asked suspiciously: "Where is Sister Jiang'er?"

"These corpse beasts don't have self-awareness and no brain magnetic field. Jiang'er's ability has no effect on them, so I left her in that formation." An Qingyu explained.

Snapped--!

At the same time, there was a crisp finger snapping sound, and a raging flame storm instantly swept behind Baili Pangpang, obliterating a corpse beast that was about to sneak up on him.

Shen Qingzhu was driving a golden sword shadow, holding a black [Breaking Soul Knife] in his hand, standing high above the sky, his eyes swept around, and he said with a solemn expression:

"Don't let your guard down, there are more and more of these things, and our situation is getting more and more dangerous."

"When is this the end?" Baili Pangpang rubbed his ears, as if he wanted to rub those successive roars out of his head, and said bitterly, "If we continue like this, we won't be able to hold on for long..."

An Qingyu pushed his glasses, did not answer, but raised his head silently, looking at the Iron Throne in the distant sky.

Sitting on the throne, Lin Qiye, who suppressed the heinous riot, frowned slightly.

He could clearly feel that although those people who were suppressed by [Tyrant's Wrath] couldn't move their bodies and could not cause harm to others, some of them had already started to harm themselves.

They stared at their scarlet eyes, and hit the ground heavily with their foreheads. A large amount of blood stained the ground, and their expressions were fierce and crazy.

There are also some people who have crushed their own teeth, and the fragments of the broken teeth are mixed with blood, dripping from the corners of their mouths. Also tear the muscles to stand up.

Although the proportion of these people who have completely lost their minds and become beasts is very small, they hide a crucial message.

【The Tyrant's Wrath】couldn't contain the completely crazy crowd.

If this continues, as the red moon pollution gradually penetrates the Yata mirror, the crowd will still suffer casualties, and it will continue to expand.

This "circle of people" has reached its limit...

……

under the mount Fuji.

Hoshimi Shota held Wu Ji in his arms, half kneeling in a pool of blood, and fell into a daze.

"Reincarnation..." he muttered to himself.

Wu Ji stretched out the only remaining palm, and gently grasped the back of Hoshimi Shota's hand. The scarlet feathers had completely merged with the pool of blood under her body. She smiled and said:

"You and I have been friends for hundreds of years. Every time you reincarnate, I will watch you be born and grow up with my own eyes. When the right time comes, I will appear by your side again.

I know that although I have flesh and blood, I am essentially just a Fujin knife...but so what?

Before I was alive, I was your beloved married wife, turned into the soul of a knife, I can still be your only Fujin knife, hold an umbrella for you, and kill for you.

Shota,

I will always... be your [Wu Ji] alone. "

Looking at the gradually pale face, Hoshimi Shota suddenly came back to his senses, hugged her tightly in his arms,

"Now is not the time to talk about reincarnation! You say these words now, as if you are leaving your last words!" Hoshi saw Shota's hands were covered with Takehime's blood, and kept shaking his head, "You will not die, you are a disaster Jin Daohun, as long as this knife is still there, you will not die!"

He seemed to have remembered something, looked up at Furuhara Yoshiki not far away, and shouted:

"Gu Yuan! Can't your [Shen Yin] repair other Fujin knives? Hurry up and save her!"

Yoshiki Guhara patted the handle of the [Shen Yin] knife, and an old man floated out like smoke. It was the soul of the Fujin sword, the only human who participated in the forging process of the Fujin Nine Swords, Gu Yue Yugui .

Gu Yue Yugui looked at Wu Ji in Xingjian Xiangtai's arms with a complicated expression, and said slowly:

"She won't die... But, this body cannot be kept."

"What do you mean?" Hoshi was taken aback when he saw Shota.

"Normal Huojin Daohun will not have a physical body." Gu Yue Yugui said slowly, "It takes a lot of time and strength to condense a physical body. Only Wu Ji has achieved this ability.

When this body of hers dies, she will return to the Fujin Dao as an empty sword soul, and after a period of cultivation, she will wake up. "

Hearing this, Hoshimi Shota was slightly relieved when he heard this sentence, "So, she will be fine?"

"Well, it's just that in this way, she will no longer be able to leave the body of Fujin Dao, and she will not be able to accompany you like before." Gu Yue Yugui said slowly, "Although we Dao Souls are immortal, but The price is that you will never be truly free.

unless……"

"Unless what?"

Gu Yue Yugui shook his head, but did not speak.

"Unless, take the initiative to separate the blade body and the soul of the blade."

Another voice came from a distance, and Amamiya Haruki staggered up from the ground, lowered his head and coughed a few times, "Only in this way can the sword soul get rid of the cage of the smelted sword body and return to freedom..."

"Amiya? Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Haruki Amamiya took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the wooden box on the ground with a body covered in scars, looked up at the sky where red eyes were getting stronger,

"We're out of time..."

He muttered to himself.

Haruki Amamiya glanced at Yuuri Takishiro, who was fighting the corpse god in the distance, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes. He cut his palm with the blade, and scarlet blood flowed down.

He stretched out his hand, and slowly grabbed the Fujin knife in the wooden box...