Bu Tian Gang

Li Ying was still ignorant, but Long Shen knew very well how the Yamata no Orochi came out.

To be precise, it is a combination of shikigami and magic energy in yin and yang.

I also want to know that people like Otowa Hatohiko have had abnormal traits since they were ordinary humans. This kind of personality, which is inherently anti-human and anti-social, will naturally become worse after it is truly transformed into a demon, just like ordinary people. Understand, he tirelessly wants to open the abyss channel and turn the world into purgatory, but for Otowa Hatohiko, he is already a creature of darkness, and he must look forward to the full fall of darkness. He not only wants to rule the world, but also wants to completely rule the world. To open up various spaces, use more abundant magic energy to enhance one's own strength, and then surpass all living things. In the final analysis, it is the consequence of infinitely magnified desire.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Otoba Hatohiko longed for the ancient monsters, and created a new Yamata no Orochi with Yata no Orochi as the prototype.

Long Shen has never seen the legendary Yamata no Orochi, but in his opinion, the monster in front of him is very powerful, even stronger than the bone dragon on Changbai Mountain that day. Otowa nourished carefully.

Jianguang passed through one of the snake's heads, and the huge snake's head fell to the ground and hit the lake heavily, completely angering Yamata no Orochi. Its tail pulled towards Longshen, and the other seven heads bit him separately. Trapped him round and round.

The foul wind came directly, and even Li Ying was affected. He couldn't help but feel nauseous, but Long Shen didn't change his expression. I couldn't do anything to get him for a while.

If Wu Bingtian, who is good at using talismans, is here, he may not be able to deal with this huge beast, but the magic weapon is invincible. The dragon on Changbai Mountain has old troubles in his body, and he is still able to subdue the bone dragon. It looks terrifying and powerful, but facing Longshen, it is like a chess match. The calm lake surface has long been wiped out by the earth-shaking movement. If you don't hold on to the trunk next to you firmly, you will not be washed away by the lake.

He looked up, and the surrounding sky darkened unknowingly, only a trace of blood in the sky gradually smeared, as if to indicate some kind of ominous, Long Shen let out a scream, and his body was caught in the air by one of the snake heads Stop, the snake's teeth closed, Long Shen's head was in a different place, and the stump fell down.

Do not!

True and false come false and true.

Li Ying read this sentence silently, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

Sure enough, Long Shen was not dead, he was still fighting with Yamata no Orochi, and the sky was not blood red, but sapphire blue in the evening.

Li Ying took a breath. He knew that although he didn't need to participate in the war, the war was never far away from him. He still had to fight against the illusions all the time until he defeated them.

He sat down cross-legged and began to practice the master's mental method.

Long shook his head deeply.

He saw Dong Zhi swinging his sword and rushing towards him, but in the blink of an eye, Dong Zhi turned into a ferocious snake head, spreading its sharp fangs, intending to turn him into food in its belly!

Without changing his face, Long Shen handed out the sword light, and cut off another snake's head.

Although the behemoth is powerful, its shortcomings are also obvious. The reaction of the body is much slower than that of the brain.

But the illusion created by the magic energy affects him all the time, or in other words, the whole environment is the product of illusion, only Yamata no Orochi is real. In fact, they are still trapped in the mirror space, but entered from the surface mirror just now. In the deeper mirror image.

Long Shen has been looking for a way to break the mirror image, and now he has finally found it.

That is, kill Yamata no Orochi!

The white light glowed faintly with purple light, Long Shen was in the sword light, his body was almost nothing, the Yaqi serpent roared and rushed towards him, but it was in vain, the next second, Long Shen appeared behind it, and the sword edge fell Blood spurted out from the snake's head, splashing all over him.

But in Long Shen's eyes, it was Dong Zhi whose head was beheaded by his own hands. His head flew up, and his expression stayed at the most horrified moment. Pulling on his back, the huge force could almost crush people's bones, and only Long Shen's special physique escaped the catastrophe. He jumped up, and the sword light came out again, cutting off the two snake tails together!

Everything is an illusion. Long Shen's rationality clearly told him this, but he didn't understand that emotions could be indifferent. He used to think that he would not be easily moved by emotions like a real human being, but he didn't know until the end of the day. It's not impossible, it's just that I haven't met that person before, and I haven't reached that level yet.

If the love is not deep, it is as immovable as a mountain, and even the slightest part of emotion can be moved.

From the day he could perceive the spring rain and autumn frost, and transformed into a human form with a sword, he was already a human being.

Human beings have weaknesses, likes and dislikes, and partiality.

His weakness was given to the winter solstice, his love was given to the winter solstice, and his eccentricity was also given to the winter solstice.

Long Shen's heart was clear, and the sword in his hand became more stable. Even if he opened his eyes and saw all he saw was the winter solstice, he no longer hesitated.

The sword rose and the sword fell, light and shadow criss-crossed, Yamata no Orochi roared and danced wildly on the lake, as if it wanted to poke a hole in the sky, all the turf was lifted, and the grass clippings swirled in the air, even if this space was just an illusion, now It was also almost destroyed by the Yamata no Orochi. Long Shen found that the most difficult thing to deal with this Yamata no Orochi was not its huge size and destructive energy, but that its head and tail would be cut off. Regeneration, the cycle is endless, and the battle is never over, so he must completely destroy the snakehead before it can regenerate.

"Li Ying!"

"Yes!" Li Ying was startled slightly, and opened her eyes.

Long Shen jumped up in the air, and lightly landed on the snake's body, the sound came from afar.

"I need the cooperation of your talisman fire to completely burn the wound where the snake's head was broken and stop it from regenerating. How is your situation now?"

"No problem!" Li Ying stood up with the help of the tree trunk. He still saw illusions in his eyes. The snake's head always turned into Chi Banxia, ​​and was cut off by Long Shen again and again.

After adjusting his breath, the spirit platform is now much clearer, as long as he firmly believes that it is not true, he will not hesitate to make a move.

Long Shen raised his hand, and a sword light flew towards Li Ying from in front of him. Li Ying subconsciously reached out to catch it, and found that there was an extra long sword in his hand.

The body of the sword is like a clear spring, clearly reflecting his face.

Li Ying saw that she was tired, shaken, and eager to try.

He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and ran towards the snake's head, pulling out the unused talismans from his pocket with one hand.

"Dragon Bureau, here I come!"

They have to fight for themselves and for those they love.

Do your best.

……

Tang Jing and Yu Buhui followed Bei Chihui's trail and came to the outside of a courtyard. They saw Bei Chihui's figure disappearing at the gate of the courtyard. Jing pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and made a gesture, indicating that he would go first, and Yu Buhui would follow behind, so he entered the courtyard first.

The sky has completely darkened. Lanterns are lit in the yard, and the candles flicker through the sarong. There is no electricity here, but the oldest candles, scattered like stars in the world, adding a bit of romance.

But Tang Jing didn't care to appreciate it at all, he only found that the breath of Bei Chihui disappeared completely after arriving here, replaced by a faint sound of the piano coming from the back room.

The sound of the piano is simple and simple, and the tune is out of tune, but that sound touched Tang Jing's heart.

There seemed to be a traction in the dark, so he asked him to open the door in front of him to find out.

Tang Jing smiled slightly, too lazy to play tricks with the other party. With a wave of his hand, the Japanese-style sliding door automatically opened to both sides, revealing the people sitting in the room.

The man held the piano, raised his head, and looked towards him.

Tang Jing's footsteps froze, and the movement that was about to attack suddenly stopped, but his expression became colder.

"Long time no see." The other party smiled slightly, "Tang Tang, how are you?"

Tang Jing said coldly: "You are not him at all."

Ming Xian showed an interesting expression, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you know?"

Tang Jing: "He is dead."

Mingxian smiled: "I told you that day, part of my soul is controlled by Otowa, the dead part is dead, but the living part is still alive, and he used the remaining part to resurrect me. So, I'm still me."

Tang Jing: "If it was the real him, he wouldn't wish he was still alive. He wanted to leave the world clean and spotless, but you were still lingering on your last breath, succumbing to Otowa's will and becoming his murderous tool. Not Mingxian!"

His voice became louder and louder, and with the last sentence, Tang Jing shot out suddenly, and countless dazzling fragments flew towards Ming Xian, who suddenly soared into the air, broke through the roof directly, and carried the piano from the roof. Flying up and down, the strings were divided into five strands and shot at Tang Jing!

Tang Jing stretched out his hand to grab one of them, no matter how the palm of his hand was strangled by the sharp strings, his body rose into the air. In the neighborhood, the two of them were facing each other, so close that Tang Jing could not only perceive the breathing rate of the other, but also clearly see his own reflection in Ming Xian's eyes.

"Ming Xian is already dead. So, go die too." After he said this lightly, his blood-soaked hand stretched out like lightning, grabbed Ming Xian's neck, and tightened it quickly.

"You say that, it makes me very sad." Mingxian laughed, and his figure disappeared into his arms.

"I have prepared a rich feast for your arrival, are you ready to enjoy it?" Ming Xian's voice sounded from all directions, illusory, dreamlike, as if far away.

The next moment, countless hands transformed by black magic energy broke out from the floor tiles, and the magic energy closest to Tang Jing was the first to wrap around his ankles, layer by layer, pinning Tang Jing to the ground so that he could not move.

At this time, a figure flew out from the side like a ray of light. Wherever it went, all the devilish energy in the courtyard was shattered, the floor tiles cracked and exploded, and the fragments flew in the air, turning into sharp blades and attacking Tang Jing and the fish. not regret.

The two were back to back, one used a sword and the other used a silkworm belt to protect the whole body airtight, the fragments were swept away by the fierce energy and bounced back, and they were all shot back into the room.

"You came out too fast, I can handle it!" Tang Jing was a little speechless, thinking that if he hadn't fought together before, he didn't have a tacit understanding. good. "You were originally a hidden chess piece of mine. You can be more useful at critical moments. Now that you have been exposed in advance, it means that the hole card is seen by the enemy!"

Yu Buhui impatiently said: "Stop rambling, you didn't say when you would come out, of course I play it by ear, what should I do now?"

Tang Jing was angry: "Bare out, what else can I do! You are left and I am right, you are front and back!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two flew out at the same time. Between the light and shadows, a huge air current swirled out from around the two of them, stirring up the entire yard into a mess. All the doors and windows of the house were overturned, and there was no one inside.

"He ran away?" Yu Buhui bumped Tang Jing with his elbow, "Your old lover ran away?"

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Tang Jing really wanted to sew his mouth shut.

Because just after Yu Buhui finished speaking, the two heard Ming Xian say: "It was just dessert before dinner, and the main course will be next."

Although Tang Jing said convincingly that Xian was no longer the Ming Xian he used to be, in fact, even he himself couldn't tell whether the person who would call him Tang Tang and smile exactly the same as before was still Ming Xian.

He knows better than anyone else Mingxian's longing for freedom before he died. Mingxian didn't want to be Otowa's puppet at all. It was a blessing to be able to transform the spirit of the weapon, but to Mingxian, it was just the beginning of fate's teasing .

If, as Ming Xian said, Yin Yu used the remaining soul to resurrect him again, it meant that Tang Jing would kill him again.

Tang Jing closed her eyes and looked at the white-clothed evil spirits who appeared from eight directions in the yard at unknown times. Under the waist-length black hair, a pale face was revealed. There were no eyes and noses, only a mouth, as if grinning. And laughing, looking more and more creepy.

"What the hell is this?" Yu Bugui had never seen this kind of battle before, and it was a bit novel.

"Eight Directions Prajna Formation." Tang Jing said.

Prajna here is not a term in Buddhism, but refers to a kind of evil spirit in Japan, who lingers in life and holds resentment in his heart, and resents the sky after death. Jiuyan's refinement has become a combination of evil spirits and monsters, making it even more difficult to deal with.

"The most difficult thing about this kind of formation is that the prajna of all directions communicates with each other, and the cycle is endless. It is impossible to kill only one."

Yu Buhui had just cut off a Prajna who was rushing towards him, when he heard Tang Jing's words.

Immediately after he saw the white light dissipate, Prajna was resurrected on the spot as expected.

"If you don't say it earlier, how will you break the formation!"

Tang Jing said: "Kill them at the same time!"

Needless to say, the two shot at the same time, one in front and one behind!

Although Tang Jing knew that there were reals and fakes in this courtyard, outside the formation, seeing might not be true, but he might not have guessed that Ming Xian was standing outside the formation, not far from him.

Watching the two break the formation, Ming Xian did not move, and Beichi Hui next to him said coldly: "According to the master's order, now is the best time to kill them."

Ming Xian said lightly: "I have my own measure."

Bei Chihui got up abruptly, wanting to walk into the formation, but Ming Xian had anticipated her move earlier and reached out to stop her. The two of them passed several moves in a blink of an eye, and Bei Chihui said in a cold tone, "You want to betray the master?"

Ming Xian grabbed Bei Chihui's collar and pulled them closer. Their noses were facing each other. The girls' porcelain doll-like faces were indifferent, without any ups and downs. They had already lost the most basic emotional fluctuations of a person.

"You killed your master?"

Bei Chihui was still indifferent: "He died for the master's great cause, and he deserved it."

Ming Xian suddenly laughed out loud.

There is sarcasm in the laughter, there is fujikawa's worthlessness, and there is even a mockery of himself.

Once Kita Chie woke up, she was no longer the same Kita Chie as before. She was possessed by a demonic energy and became Otowa Hatohiko's murder tool. The first thing she did when she woke up was to dig out the heart of her master Fujikawa who raised her. Eat it, replenish energy, execute Yin Yu's order, and come over to deal with Tang Jing and Yu Buhui.

Compared to her complete alienation, Ming Xian feels more like a failure or a half-finished product.

When life came back again, what brought him was not the surprise of being resurrected from the dead, but pain and torture.

"I really envy you." He whispered to Beichi.

Yin Yu repaired the real piano with the fake materials of Jinyin Pingwenqin, and then restored the Mingxian with a part of his soul that he had held in his hand. Naturally, the injection of magic energy was indispensable, and the ready-made soul of Ding Lan was used to make up for the gold and silver. There may be flaws in the resurrection of Ping Wenqin, but after the resurrection, Ming Xian still failed to become a murderous weapon like Kitachi E as obedient as Otowa wished. He wandered between good and evil, and his mind often became confused.

Just like now, the two voices kept seeing each other in his heart, sometimes forcing him to set up an array to lure Tang Jing, and sometimes making him involuntarily want to save a way out for Tang Jing, he couldn't even figure out whether he was still the same Ming Xian, or Or he just inherited the feelings and memories of Mingxian, but he is actually a completely different person.

His hand was already on Bei Chihui's neck, but he hesitated for a moment, and soon Bei Chihui was able to break free and pushed him away.

"Otowa Mingxian, don't forget your mission." Beikee said coldly, "If you are disobedient, the master will kill you."

"I really hope he can kill me, but I'm afraid he will treat me as a test object again." Ming Xian smiled and stopped her from entering the battle.

"Ming Xian, my child, are you disobedient again?"

Otowa Hatohiko's voice rang out in Mingxian's mind for no reason, causing his body to tremble slightly, his eyes were immediately filled with black devilish energy, and his expression changed accordingly, becoming as indifferent and ruthless as Bei Chie.

The demonic energy gained the upper hand again, Ming Xian opened and closed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but even he himself forgot what he wanted to say the last moment.

"Enter the battle and kill them." Otowa Hatohiko said.

Ming Xian looked at Bei Chihui's back, and seemed to step forward, but another force invisibly stopped him.

He shouldn't be like this, there seems to be a consciousness in the back of his mind that is faintly resisting.

But what was he like in the first place?

Many images flashed before Mingxian's eyes, and he couldn't even tell whether it was what he had experienced before, or whether it was forced by Yin Yu, or it belonged to Ding Lan's memory.

His face was distorted, and his face was divided into half good and half evil, one half was compassionate and painful like a Buddha, and the other half pulled out a vicious and vicious smile.

"Kill them!" Otowa Hatohiko was angry, and his voice was louder, like an invisible hand, ruthlessly grabbing his nerves and pulling hard.

Ming Xian walked forward involuntarily, slowly raised his hand, and Si Xian suddenly shot towards Tang Jing who was in the formation.

……

Wu Bingtian struggled forward in the sea of ​​skeletons and blood.

His hand holding the sword is still there, but most of the other hand has been eaten away, leaving an empty sleeve and blood stains on half of his arm.

The evil spirits formed by the condensed demonic energy surrounded him, stretching out their hands to him hungrily, trying to devour his flesh and blood. If Wu Bingtian hadn't been protected by the stellar energy, he would have been dead by now.

Even so, he was getting more and more tired, and his footsteps were getting slower and slower. After all, he was only one person. Before, the sword energy was swept away, and the talisman swords were all released, completely emptying the sea of ​​blood, but he failed to find him in a short time. He found a way to break the barrier, so the devilish energy gathered again, surrounded him, exhausted Wu Bingtian's physical strength little by little, and even eroded his arms when his mind was relaxed.

Wu Bingtian's heart was ruthless, he bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed blood on the sword.

Although the blood is from the tip of the tongue, the tongue connects to the heart, but it is equivalent to the blood from the heart. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it will never be used lightly.

The red light flashed away, he held up the long sword, jumped up, and chanted the nine-character mantra, the red light pierced the air, and slashed forward from top to bottom!

The sword energy came out fiercely, and it exploded in an instant, from one point to one point, and then spread into pieces, covering the entire boundless sea of ​​blood. Under the light, all the ghosts wailed, the group of demons mourned, and all the devilish energy and evil spirits scattered in all directions , turned into powder.

But before Wu Bingtian took a breath, in the boundless darkness, there was a demonic energy slowly growing, floating from the corner, and gradually taking shape, like a man walking slowly, a woman crawling forward, they cannot be relieved because of suffering in the world , Trapped here life after life, filled with demons because of desire, addicted to fame, fortune, money, and love, wanting but not getting enough, finally leaving only a cloud of unconscious demonic energy, refined by Yin Yu, and eroded by abuse For pleasure, without end, without end.

Wu Bingtian was so annoyed, he also wanted to imitate the Buddhist Vajra's glaring eyes and directly subdue the demons in all directions, but he had no strength left, the slash with the sword just now exhausted all his strength, and he couldn't condense any real energy in a short time. Furious, he wanted to give it a go at first, to see if he could completely wipe out these demons with this sword, but naturally he lost the bet, Otoba Hatohiko did not know what method he used to make the barrier into a round and boundless There is no breakthrough at all.

The monsters are chattering in his ears, and various voices linger endlessly. They try to take advantage of the gap to find any shortcomings and desires in his heart, amplify them, and bewitch him to fall into the devil way.

Depend on!Wu Bingtian couldn't help scolding severely.

Does he not know his weakness? He just wants to be an official, and it is best to stay in the official position for the rest of his life, but can that be called desire? That is called ideal!

The author has something to say: a small theater that has nothing to do with the text:

Wu Bingtian: Being an official is not a desire, but an ideal.

Song Zhicun: But you want to be a high official.

Wu Bingtian: So that is a great ideal.

Song Zhicun: ...