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"Ding--"

The metal collided with the sharp claws, and there was a clear and long cry. The fox claws, which were no less hard than a sword, slashed across Mustache, and the scabbard that was raised hastily to block it left a trail on the smooth brown scabbard. Light scratches.

Tamamo couldn't take the first blow, so she quickly stopped, licked her lips, and scanned Hikakiri's body with her eyes, looking for the next flaw. Fusangshen, who was regarded as a prey, didn't change his face, and let him look at him calmly.

"Useless arrogance." The moody big monster snorted, dropped this overly sarcastic comment, turned his wrist, his sleeves fluttered, and the silk and satin made a piercing scream in the wind, as if rolling up a rumbling roar.

An invisible wind vortex began to rotate within this square inch, but at the same time, another even greater force suddenly suppressed it——

"Boom!—"

The smoke and dust occupied people's senses faster than the sound of the explosion. Tamamomae and Higeri leaped back a few meters at the same time, and a light blue light mask bloomed around Munakata, who was not in the same time and space as his own Sword of Damocles, There is almost no color, and it can only barely protect him and Fushimi.

Higakiri clasped Izumi Jinguji to his chest with one hand, and held the handle of the knife with the other hand, staring at the spreading smoke and dust with a sullen face.

After a brief silence, a short and sticky voice floated out of the gray sand: "Guji——"

Tamazamo looked inexplicable, and there was a trace of bewilderment in Hidekiri's eyes.

Munakata and Fushimi were stunned for a moment, then their expressions changed.

They were deeply impressed by being led by Zhongyuan Zhongye to run wildly in the building not long ago, not to mention that they had faced the shock of a huge tentacle before. As employees of the household registration department who are not good at attacking, they were a little bit Miss the barbarians of the red group...

The above speech is from Munakata and Shixia, a civil servant in the office, Reiji.

Although it is not very clear what kind of thing is inserted suddenly, Higakiri and Tamamomae still uphold the intuition of being a weapon and a beast, and realized that the things inside are not particularly easy to deal with - only relatively speaking. Just deal with it.

As the great demon feared by onmyojis in the Heian era, and the Fusangshen with absolute force, it is difficult for them to meet any opponent that needs to be avoided within the range of a single attack.

The dust covering the air slowly dissipated, the huge mollusk stretched its body, and the entangled and wriggling tentacles were like undulating waves, surging and rolling, and the end of its body could not be seen as far as the eye could see, as if suddenly There was a small hill protruding from the flat ground, and the pitted fleshy surface swelled and agitated as if self-conscious, spitting out viscous liquid, and Zongxiang, who looked a bit mentally clean, turned faintly blue.

The moment the huge body was revealed, Hikakiri pushed Jingujiizumi gently and quickly towards Munakata, and the head of S[-] room subconsciously reached out to catch the person leaning on him, and only caught a cold and sharp look when he raised his head.

He didn't have time to see what was in that eye, a breeze rolled in his sight, and the silver-white hair shone with a cold light, and silently brushed the air, and drew his knife out of its sheath with a clang, at the same time, Yuzao on the other side Qian also leaped into the air.

——This is definitely the most grand and magnificent dance of killing in the world, beyond the imagination of mortals, and can only be glimpsed in the kingdom of gods that cannot be seen directly.

The slender and flexible body of the god held the blade of judgment, and slashed mercilessly at the ferocious monster that seemed to escape from the underworld. The golden ornaments on the raised bun reflect the dazzling brilliance, the face with ancient makeup looks like a smile but not a smile, and the tentacles rolled up the waist cut off the faint light, in the overlapping of light and dark, all this is like It is a ukiyo-e that is too weird and grand.

The banshee in a rotten costume showed her sharp teeth, the charming and gorgeous woman smiled sideways, and her lower body was a huge spider u with deep patterns, and the little monk holding a blue lantern giggled and spread the news of death Facing the earth, in the magnificent red vines, a woman with a rose pinned to her hair bun revealed half of her decayed bone face, her red lips curled slightly——

The phantoms of the Heian era pass alternately in their jumping and gorgeous postures. Their attacks are sharp and deadly, but they all have a kind of classical elegance, almost like art, sad and lonely from the old time. fall out.

A bloody black viscous liquid sprayed out of the air, and Fu Sangshen, whose hair was like gray snow, laughed wildly. More than half of the long knife in his hand had been inserted into the squirming limbs under his feet. The size of his body is too small, but he is obviously not suppressed by this horrifying gap, on the contrary, he is excited by this impossible gap, the whole person seems to have fallen into a wild dream, he holds the knife, Like a deluded poet grasping his pen, like an alcoholic falling into Gensokyo grasping the last life-saving wine.

He was rushing forward, the blade pierced through the layers of skin and muscle under his feet, cutting deeper and deeper along the inertia, and the black liquid gushed out into an endless spring behind him.

The ancient beauty holding the fan was even more cruel than him. He had discarded the sharp paper fan at some point, and a pair of snow-white fox claws protruded from under the scarlet sleeves. Caught a heavy tentacle and tore it off the main body alive!The golden patterns painted with flowers and swimming fish reflected the unique shimmering luster of gold powder on his sleeves. As he opened and closed his sleeves, it seemed that the sunlight was seized by him as a killing weapon. It was so beautiful. The chilling chill.

Layers of broken muscles and blood vessels were exposed, Fushimi reflexively felt a little nauseous, but Munakata seemed to be in a fugue——

A man who is born with a sense of responsibility, facing such a terrifying battle scene, can't help thinking, what if—if such a monster appeared in Tokyo...

He doesn't know why he suddenly thought of this, it's just unnecessary mediocrity - but he can suddenly appear in this strange and dangerous world during the patrol process, how can he be sure that the monsters in this world will not appear In his world?

Munakata Reishi has always had a clear and accurate understanding of his abilities. No matter how he can fight Zhou Fangzun evenly, he still belongs to the category of mortals, and the battle in front of him has reached the level of ghosts and gods. The ease is because the strength gap is too large, not because this monster is easy to deal with.

If this thing really passed, it should cause a loss that is definitely not inferior to the Kagutsu Meteor Crater, right?The only way to subdue it is the fallen sword of Damocles——

Munakata Reji's blue-purple pupils suddenly constricted for a second in shock and bewilderment.

what is this? !!

In the smog constantly rising due to the battle, the deserted and abandoned hospital buildings are constantly collapsing, replaced by modern high-rise buildings, the mirror-like bright and clean exterior glass reflects the brilliance, and the street trees and the continuous flow of vehicles are intertwined , in the changing traffic lights, pedestrians come and go in an orderly manner, news of today's discounted products is broadcast on the light screen of the convenience store, and children on skateboards imitate the pictures on the TV and try to jump up the handrail beside the sidewalk...

He is too familiar with the scene here. The business district that needs to be inspected every day is a place where outsiders love to make trouble-Tokyo!

how come……

Even though he was as calm as Zongxiang, he couldn't help being stunned for two seconds.

"Stop imagining." A hurried voice sounded close to his ears, and it was almost undetectable in the increasingly real urban noise and the endless battle sounds.

Fushimi also saw the gradually expanding Tokyo, the originally hazy and empty city was solidifying at an extremely fast speed, as if breaking through the barriers and becoming one with this place.

——A mountain monster and an abandoned hospital ghost building merged with the downtown area of ​​Tokyo? !

Such a scene is beyond the imagination of the craziest man.

"Stop imagining!" Jingujiquan, who possessed too sharp spiritual power, was screamed by the sharp buzzing spiritual power molecules in a dazed coma, his scalp seemed to be split in half, and there was another system The power is trying to squeeze in, and the scattered spiritual power floating in the air is condensing at a terrifying speed. The barrier between the two worlds is thick or not, and it starts from pulling out the building and beating the dragon to his soul. Force Riot, Higiri and Tamamomae split space...

Suffering multiple forces in a short period of time, coupled with the instability of the world itself, all kinds of illogical containment constantly challenge the basic rules of the world, it is like an immature baby, as long as If someone is willing to get close to it, it will stick to it instinctively and greedily, grabbing warmth and nutrients.

But God knows how much harm these strange contained things it bred will cause other unsuspecting worlds.

The imagination of Munakata, who has the power of the pillars of the world, is providing a bridge for this baby to approach.

But it seems that the less you let people do something, the more people will want to do something, Munakata tries to divert his attention, but instead outlines the picture of Tokyo more and more clearly.

Thanks to the super memory of Xueba, he can clearly remember any subtle scene in every street, the small advertisements on the telephone poles that have not been cleaned up, the angle of the sunlight on the window when the suspended train passes the track, including the new trees in the flower beds on the street. a flower that bloomed...

The buildings and streets became clearer and clearer, and the pedestrians were also solidifying rapidly. Some sensitive people seemed to have noticed something was wrong. They were looking around suspiciously, and then turned their faces to this side, and then one by one One slowly opened his mouth wide, his eyes filled with unresponsive confusion and instinctive fear.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Jingu Jiquan grabbed Munakata's chin with one hand to force him to look down at him, and roared in desperation: "What are you still thinking about Tokyo! Zhou Fangzun is wearing a swimsuit in your office It's a party!"

Zhou Fangzun, in your office, have a swimsuit party.

Munakata's expression gradually cracked as the words became more and more complete in his mind.

The almost real Tokyo suddenly stopped its solid steps, and instantly shattered in Munakata's blue-purple pupils.

Have you ever seen a scene where a city collapses?

More magnificent than a whale that dies in the depths, the sea weeps for its children, and the world weeps for the fallen cities.

It's like the sky is falling, and the sea level is rising. Those who should be for the earth come to the sky, and those who should be for the sky fall on the ground. The whole city becomes a vast sky, roaring and being rolled up by strong winds and snowstorms, reinforced concrete and ancient temples. Intertwined and folded together, the smiling goddess stepped on the steeple of the obelisk, the past and the present coexist, the ugliness leans next to the beautiful, everything looks weird and bizarre, half of the sun is blocked, and half of it shines on the grass without hindrance, dust During the flight, pedestrians and buildings are erased together, revealing the clean background under the whiteboard.

The battle of the gods is still going on, but the falling snow blocks the sight of pedestrians. In another time and space, the people looking around with the communicators look a little puzzled, and they don't quite understand why they stop on the road. The residual fear in the depths drove them to forget this unreasonable point as soon as possible, and turned to invest in their ordinary and stable life again.

And in the howling wind and snow that covered the sky and the sun, Zongxiang seemed to hear a sharp cry, which disappeared in an instant.

Jingujiquan noticed his subtle expression for a moment, and explained: "You can understand that it is the cry of the consciousness of this world-it has no meaning, it just imitates the voice of human beings."

What he said was almost indifferent, his eyes were slightly sunken, and there was a feeling of depression and deep nervousness. Zongxiang looked at his eyes that were too deep and bright due to the refraction of light, and felt a kind of physiological discomfort. It was as if some monster had taken over the body of his former subordinate and now friend.

——Something that he didn't know happened to Jingu Jiquan, the sad thing is that he didn't realize what happened at all, and he knew very well that the other party would never give an answer because of his inquiry.

"Are you ok?"

Munakata didn't look at Tokyo's death anymore. After the deep and gentle voice was deliberately suppressed, it showed a smoother texture, softer and slower than a cello, and when it brushed against the pinnae, it was like warm silk caress.

Munakata is not good at comforting people. To be precise, this man with a strong desire for control, precise rigidity and a bad personality is not as considerate and thoughtful as he shows. Of course he can be sweet talk, but it is really a social skill. It doesn't mean that he is really stupid enough to think that he can make a person happy with simple words.

Words are pale and powerless, and no one understands that better than people like them.

The kings under the sword of Damocles are all lonely people on the road of thorns. They will love their friends, companions, and subordinates, but their love is deep and silent, and sometimes it is expressed in a form that even makes those who are loved people feel pain and anger.

——Among the people Jingujiquan knew, Zhou Fangzun, the third king, was the most typical representative.

So when Munakata asked this sentence, Jingu Jiquan was really surprised.

Because this question seemed too... useless, weak and sentimental to Munakata.

The pair of dark, somewhat cold and deep eyes and Munakata's long and sharp blue-purple eyes behind the lenses stared at each other for a moment.

In this short and long stare at each other, Jingu Jiquan took the lead to look away, and he laughed in a normal voice: "Hey, I forgot to wear glasses, so the world in your eyes is like this, Mr. Is there no difference between humans and animals five meters away?"

He lowered his head and fumbled, and found a pair of glasses in his dirty pocket. The broken lenses fell to the ground briskly as he raised his hand.

"Ah, broken."

Jingujiquan sighed without sincerity.

Rolling and running all the way before, the glasses were stuffed into the pocket so casually, it's strange that they didn't break.

Jingujiquan squinted his eyes, as if he really couldn't see anything clearly, staring at the large-sleeved Chinese dress in front of Tamazamo swollen by the wind, as if he felt the supreme beauty of that gorgeous red dress in an instant.

There was silence around him.

Of course, such a vague evasive attitude can't make Munakata stop when it's enough, it's other things that keep him silent.

The sky-high buildings in Tokyo are annihilated to the end, and the snowflakes that are as thin as phantoms are about to fall. Hikiri and Tamamo, like the most brilliant dancers, stepping on the flying flowers and turning around, in the wonderful premonition of Munakata's sudden arrival, cut off The tentacles that were struggling frantically before the freak died.

The liquid spewed out after the sharp claws were separated, the city disappeared in the wild dance of the monster, and Munakata's body also dropped frames as if the power was cut off. After flashing in situ, he looked at the look at yourself.

Fushimi beside him was more sensitive than him, and frowned first.

"—Mr. Jinguji, if you still remember that barbarian owed you a glass of wine, as a member of the youth group, please be sure to call and ask for it back by name." Munakata said unhurriedly, Although what he said was simply irrelevant to the current situation.

Jingujiquan was stunned for a moment.

He didn't remember for a second what Munakata was talking about.

Munakata just looked at him with a little worry, and almost instantly, he and Fushimi disappeared in place, leaving only a short sigh.

——Please remember that you still have something to miss in this world.

Jingujiquan may or may not have accepted the deep meaning implicitly hidden in the words of the introverted king. The human with one eyeglass leg hangs his head, his expression indifferent and almost rigid.

It was indeed timely that Hidekiri knocked him out, but it was useless.

Jingujiquan could feel that the spiritual power in his body was slowly and undeniably going to the other extreme. They were tearing his body, repairing the bone texture while tearing, and then tearing him again.

In just a few seconds, his internal organs had dissolved and revived several times. The whole process was an unbearable nightmare scene. The severe pain paralyzed the nerves, and he actually felt a kind of pain in such pain. Masochistic pleasure.

He reveled in such pain, which he should have experienced long ago.

He escaped back then, but now, the ghost of the past has found him, like a tarsal maggot, like a sharp needle piercing the heart.

He wasn't going to run away, he was happy to feel the pain.

A thin smile appeared on Qingbai's face.

He is slowly but firmly walking towards the path of dark fall. Dark fall can make Fu Sangshen stronger, and of course it can also make him stronger.

—to give him greater and more deadly power than he is now.

Jingujiquan licked his lips, and there was desperate madness in his eyes.