The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

There was a thick fishy smell in the air, which was the smell of blood. Standing in the crumbling world, Kazami Yuka stared blankly at the distorted sky, suddenly feeling a little suspicious.

Here is, where?

What the hell am I doing?

"Master Youxiang."

A call mixed with awe and excitement came from behind, and when he turned around, it was an unknown monster with very ordinary aura and strength.

The trembling body seemed to be afraid of something extremely terrifying, but the blood-stained excitement in his eyes—it was unmistakable, it was the desire to kill.

A monster tends to instinctively desire to kill humans.

"Master Youxiang," she called Kazami Youxiang's name again in a low voice, and then said respectfully: "I am afraid that the enemy's main formation is ahead, please give an order."

"This formation..."

Kazami Youxiang took a sudden look at the only mansion in front of her that was not affected by the flames of war, and the somewhat decayed words "Xingxing" on the plaque made her eyes light up slightly.

Come to think of it, today is the final battle.

Kazami Yuka finally remembered the reason why she was here.

Seemingly aware of the change in Kazami Yuuka's expression, the monster behind him couldn't hide his excitement and said: "Master Youxiang, the leader of the coalition army, the daughter of the Westward Journey is undoubtedly among them, as long as she is taken down, this war will be over !"

"Um……"

Kazami Yuka snorted softly, but she felt an extremely dangerous aura from the seemingly peaceful mansion, like a natural enemy, stimulating her sixth sense.

But in the battle of monsters, as long as you show your fear, you have already lost. She is one of the generals of the monster coalition army, and she must pull down the curtain of this war.

"attack."

The simple two-word command completely aroused the tyranny and madness of the monsters behind them. The monsters roared and flocked to the mansion, with an aura of razing this place to the ground, like a tide.

As a general, she naturally couldn't be left behind. With slightly heavy steps, Kazami Yuka slowly joined the torrent of monsters.

The mansion was huge, but it was nothing in front of the vast army of monsters. In less than ten breaths, the monsters surrounded the whole mansion.

Along the way, the monsters in front consciously made way for her, and the end of this road was the last pure land in this city.

It was a small courtyard, a very ordinary small courtyard.

As the residence of the contemporary owner of the Xixing family, such a small courtyard is obviously a bit out of harmony. Roughly calculated, the few scattered rooms here can only accommodate two or three people in the end. It doesn't look like the main house at all, but a little Like a guest room.

Although this generation of Westbound mages has no interest in things outside their body, isn't this kind of pomp too cold?

Looking up, the Westward Daughter was sitting on the porch outside the house, and in front of her was the monster among monsters that stopped all the monsters from moving forward.

A head of blood-white long hair fluttered down, revealing a bit of unnatural morbid beauty. Her slightly thin chin was slightly raised, which seemed to imply a bit of disdain. The red mark called hatred was engraved on the yin and yang Taoist robe.

Even if her beautiful face was comparable to Kazami Yuka's own, although Yougu's pandan-like aura was destroyed by this disharmonious killing intent, it was still difficult to conceal her uniqueness.

The blood-stained appearance looked like a ghost returning from hell, the noble pure white flower was coated with a layer of murderous crimson, rolling under her feet, it was the sad head of some reckless monster, the word depth of fear Deeply engraved in those dead pupils.

She just stood there, enough to form a natural power, like a barrier to stop all the monsters.

Can't blame them for being timid, it's because the people in front of them are too scary.

Too much glory is crowned on this seemingly thin girl, so that ordinary monsters will lose the courage to fight just by hearing her name.

There is no one before and no one to come after, the first and only one in history who is recognized as the "strongest contemporary" existence by humans, monsters, and even the gods hidden under history.

The best, most outstanding, and greatest of all Onmyojis of all ages.

As the general of the human coalition, in this dark age, he appeared as a brave man who ignited the flame of human hope and a hero who illuminated the future.

Its name is—

"Abe... Seimei!"

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"Etc., etc--!"

Wu Ye stared dumbfounded at the slender and weak figure in front of him, and asked incredulously, "You say this guy is Seimei?"

"That's it." Gu Mingjue nodded and replied affirmatively.

"Abe Seimei?" Wu asked again unwillingly.

"That's right." Gu Mingjue frowned, as if he was a little puzzled by Wu Ye's fuss.

"The legendary Onmyoji?" Wu Ye asked again with a glimmer of hope.

"En." Gu Ming felt a little impatient.

"...This is actually okay." Wu Ye patted his head, feeling that this world is really crazy.

To be honest, if you judge only by the first impression, the girl in front of you who doesn't seem to be surpassing, no, no matter how you look at it, this is a kid who has just passed the loli stage, right?

As a person who was born on this land, Wu Ye has inevitably been influenced by some "traditions" since he was a child, whether it is film and television or literary works.

Most of them were voluntarily discarded by him because they were tedious and boring, but some of them were still remembered.

Probably because Wu Ye grew up in Gensokyo for half of his childhood, his understanding of the "traditional culture" of this land actually stayed in the last century.

Kendo, kabuki, etc. are too unfamiliar, and the three things Wu can remember are probably ninjas and shamans.