The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Won?Is this a win?Should it be considered a win?

Laughing is not not laughing or not, Wu doesn't know what mood he is in now, relying on the uniqueness of this "monster power" in his body, he used the method of pretending to be dead to slap Yiji hard, no matter what, win If you win, you win.

From the last time when he was fighting with Youxiang, he was vaguely aware of it, and now Wu can also be convinced that Sakuya's ability to manipulate time has also been "learned" by himself at some point.

Although it can't be compared with Sakuya's manipulative technique, Wu Ye can only gamble on this ability with his desperate aura every time when life and death are at stake.

Even so, judging from the situation just now, the time for him to control and stop was at most only a short moment, which happened to be the time when he swung the three swords of Yan Hui.

If it wasn't for Yiji being careless by pretending to be dead, I am afraid that even if he has such a heaven-defying ability to manipulate time, he will inevitably be sent to hell by the other party's tragic fate.

Moreover, for the first time, Wu also felt the "price" that came with this power.

No matter how much Takeya looked like a monster before, he was still a human after all. No matter how much monster power he consumed during battle, the most exhaustion he brought was psychological. Physically, he was never like Yakumo Zi or Remilia. Generally weak due to lack of demon power.

But this time, manipulating time brought Wu Ye an indescribable feeling, not physically or psychologically, but a... special perception.

It was as if there was an abyss-like black hole in his heart that was constantly devouring himself who used this power.

In a trance, some unpleasant scenes flashed in Wu Ye's mind. He shook his head violently, and walked towards the depths of the wilderness while dragging his slowly recovering body.

Compared with the fear from the unknown, it may be easier to continue to force yourself.

Chapter 72 The Battlefield on the Other Side

"I'm saying that because I'm a ghost—not bad, human."

With the weight that two hands can carry, even a mountain can be easily crushed. This is the strength of Ghost King Shuten-douji.

Cuixiang also once imagined that fighting with her evenly matched opponent to the last ounce of strength, that kind of hearty feeling seems to only appear in absurd dreams.

At least she never knew that she would be forced to fight with all her strength in such a ridiculous situation, with a blond mouth and forehead, and an unfathomable onmyoji kid—what, by accident.

"It's a lie, the attack just now was only slightly repulsed?" Laiguang with two ponytails flicked his slightly numb right hand, and stared at Cuixiang in front of him with eyes full of surprise.

Qingming took a step forward to block Laiguang behind him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't be careless Laiguang, this guy is different from the ghosts I met before, there is an overwhelming gap in breath."

"You don't need to say it! Of course Lai Guang knows about that!" With a flash of thunder in Lai Guang's hand, the long knife disappeared, and the aggressive spear followed, stabbing Cuixiang at an extremely tricky angle.

Not dodging or dodging, Cuixiang hit the sharp spear point with a fist, shattering the atmosphere and repelling Laiguang, but even so, her bad mood did not change for the slightest.

Swords, axes, bows, guns after that?Although this little ghost is not very old, he can master so many weapons, and those are not ordinary weapons. Being able to catch a ghost's punch has already proved the extraordinaryness of these weapons.

咻咻——!

Without giving Cuixiang time to calm down and think, Laiguang, who opened the distance, immediately put on a longbow, and the stormy offensive did not stop for a moment.

What's going on, this abnormal situation, the specially prepared crusade team, just the right timing, and there are three battlefields in the surrounding area, each on one side.

As a monster, Cuixiang is naturally sensitive to the breath of gods, so she can feel that there is a suspected god fighting not far away, and as a ghost, she also has a special perception of the smell of the same kind, so She knew that Hua Fan's current situation must be very bad.

Zi's ​​whereabouts are unknown, is the enemy human, or even a god?what is the problem……

"Hey! Where are you looking!"

Jian Guang fell with the sound, and Cuixiang repeated his old trick and punched back, but this time, Qingming from the side didn't just watch.

The formation full of sinister aura was formed at a speed visible to the naked eye, Qingming quickly threw out several talismans: "Eight-directed ghost binding formation!"

"Varied……!"

This is a trick that is used to target ghosts from the name, and what's more, Cuixiang can actually feel the spell to suppress the breath of ghosts from it.

"whispering sound!"

Cuixiang didn't have the slightest hesitation, she would rather passively meet Laiguang who was attacking from behind than the formation set up by Seimei in front.

Pfft——!

Laiguang's long knife cut through Cuixiang's arm accurately. Although she escaped from the shackles of the formation, she also looked quite embarrassed.

"Careless..."

Cuixiang looked down at the wound on her arm, with a still relaxed smile on the corner of her mouth, and glanced at the two people who cooperated tacitly in front of her, she seemed to be talking to herself: "You really can't underestimate human beings, yes, if you want to worry Hua Fan, as expected, we need to solve the problem here first."

"Hey, long-winded—what?!" Before Laiguang could finish her thoughts, a huge black shadow blasted the ground she was on into several pieces.

Dexterously avoiding the attack of unknown objects, Laiguang looked up suddenly but almost forgot his words in horror, only to see that Cuixiang's arm, which was only about the size of a child, became as thick as a big tree hugged by several people in the blink of an eye. exist.

"Aren't you kidding, do ghosts still have this ability?" Lai Guang couldn't help muttering, stepping back non-stop.

"It's really bad news. Although we have already prepared ourselves, the power of this ghost is still beyond our imagination." Seimei sighed, and retreated as quickly as Raikou.

Just after the two retreated, a figure the size of a hill gradually emerged.

……

……

call out--! !

The black feathers turned into sharp blades and easily defeated the ghost's defense, leaving another wound on the dilapidated body.

She understood that this was not an attack prepared for battle, just like a falcon's attack on its prey, yes, it was a play.

"Hey..." Hua Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands. Although he looked embarrassed, his aura was never weak: "I knew you were a gloomy guy, but I didn't expect you to be waiting for me here, Heavenly Demon. "

"Our account will be settled today, Ibaraki." With a single wing still hanging steadily above the sky, the demon raised his hand and pointed, and several black sharp blades fell down, this time without aiming at the flower fan on the ground , but blocked all the escape routes around her.