The golden finger of my family's god judge is the bloodline of the onmyoji assistant shikigami

The sky was getting darker and the rain was getting heavier.

After resting for most of the day, Yuma basically regained control over her power.Now he basically doesn't think about the result of the collision between his sister and the main god.Just as Tsurumaru said, he has already sensed the changes in the power of this world, the chaos is extremely chaotic, but his state of mind is clear.

"Be patient, wait for the rain to stop before doing this?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga wiped his face, shook his head, and looked at the judge with disapproval, "Although I know you want to call Hotaru and the others , but... what if they are not in this dimension? What if your spiritual power attracts something else..."

The boy smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, I can sense it, they are here, Tsurumaru, I am not the same as before."

Now I can definitely protect you and yours.

I know you have always been strong, so I nodded with a helpless and distressed wry smile, Tsurumaru Kuninaga pouted secretly, the rare time of two people seems to be coming to an end soon! <(‵^′)>

The golden spiritual mist spread outward from Yuma, and all the swords around him began to greedily absorb this power.The spirit mist permeates the fine rain curtain and drifts away to further places, guiding the way for travelers who have not returned home for a long time.

"Owner!"

Yuma opened her eyes in a daze, and found that she fell asleep at some point, and behind her was not a hard rock, but a firm and warm chest.

"Are you awake? Haha, although I'm not very good at taking care of people, but looking at you, it seems that you slept well, right?"

"You... Sanriyue!"

Yuma found herself leaning against his arms, her heart skipped a beat, where is Tsurumaru?He subconsciously looked around.

"Are you looking for that Crane Maruden?" Sanriyue smiled and helped the young man to sit up, blinking narrowly.

Yuu really didn't care about the old man's teasing, instead he frowned, looked to the side, the peak of his eyebrows couldn't help shaking, Chu Ying was gone.Except for the pressing and cutting Hasebe who was still standing beside him in the shape of a sword, the rest of the swords were gone.

"Sanriyue, what's going on here? What about other...other people?"

Although Yuma left Taidao's arms at this moment, she was still tightly bound by Mikazuki, the two of them were facing each other, and Yuma could hardly see what was going on outside.

"You are really sensitive... Everyone else has gone to battle."

Go out, go out to fight? !

Without waiting for Youzhen's request, Sankaiyue threw the knife on the side into the boy's arms, and quickly picked him up.

"I hope you won't be frightened," Mikazuki's voice was a little heavy in Yuzhen's ears, "However, I think you and Tsurumaru Temple have experienced so many things together, so you probably won't be too frightened..."

This is!

As Fu Sangshen turned around, Youzhen finally saw the scene outside the cave, and after a night of disappearance, this place turned into a battlefield?

Although they are all swords and swords, Yuma never confuses his own sword with Hatsakuzakura, but this time he couldn't help rubbing his eyes to identify them carefully.Without him, everyone was covered in blood, ragged, and there was no difference in breath.Some were lying alone on the ground, whether they were asleep or in a coma, and there were two people leaning against each other and taking a nap, and there were also groups of three or five who got together to treat each other's wounds...

"What happened... what? Sankaiyue..." Yuzhen opened his mouth a few times before making his own voice, with an imperceptible tremor, he grabbed Sankaiyue's neckline.

San Riyue was silent for a moment, before she spoke, "It's just... a war just to survive."

Sister, I probably know what you have faced.

Jiang Xia Xueying and the main god's soul power wrestled and collided with each other, and the nature of the world's power changed.The retrograde army, which originally relied on absorbing the power of the dark fall to survive, was unable to obtain a stable source of power, and gradually collapsed and dissipated, and the dark fall sword also lost its "ration" for survival.

At this time, the spiritual power released by Youzhen is the only star in the dark night, attracting countless souls who want to survive, and come to absorb and plunder one after another.

Too many swords that have completely fallen into darkness have lost their past memories, emotions and reason, and are just another form of "retrospective army".The first cherry blossoms, who were re-formed by Yuuma's spiritual power, faced the "final battle" again.

At the moment of crisis, the two swords that were once distinct, no longer hesitate and guess, only the only consensus and goal remain.This is not the first time they have faced the same desperate situation. Although no one said it, everyone believed that this would be their last battle.

"Are you really going to hand over the master to me, an old man? Tsurumaru Temple, you know, I'm not very good at taking care of people..."

Sanriyue said this, but held the sleepy boy in her arms firmly. Although the words in her mouth were ridiculed as usual, her expression was never solemn.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled and shook his fingers, "Although I still don't like you, but based on my understanding of Mikami Tsukimune, at this moment, compared to other people, I will only entrust the little monster to you." It's..."

"Why didn't you stay and protect him yourself?" San Riyue looked at Bai He with confusion finally showing in his eyes, "You are the one he needs most, aren't you?"

"Hehe, you are thinking wrong!"

Lightly flicking his sleeves, Tsurumaru didn't explain too much, he carried the sword on his shoulder, turned around and walked towards the battlefield not far away.

"Compared to doing nothing and just guarding him, I would rather be the one who can bring him hope and surprise..."

We used to be under the moon and stars, we promised forever, now, I am going to fulfill my promise...

Little monster, let's surprise God this time together!

The author has something to say:

Tormented by more other brain holes, my procrastination near the end is really hopeless... If I dig more holes, can you forgive me for my bad habit of not filling holes?Please forgive me!