Spell Corrosion

There are too many.

Zhongyuan Zhong also pulled Wujo Wuyi into the range of the tent, and countless mixed soul reactions almost filled his perception.

In fact, there is no need to deliberately sense it at all, at this level...

"Wow, this is just as good as in that book." Goku Wukong put his hand on top of the sunglasses, sighed and moved his legs, kicking a third-level miscellaneous fish that had jumped to his feet. Kick broken, "It's really a lot, this is simply Thorn's home field."

That's right, at this level, you can actually see it with your own eyes.

It's just that compared with the ordinary curses, the current curse spirits all have a unified eye symbol on the face.

Just like the ones they met in the amusement park, all of them were created by Hiroto Fujisaki.

"So Goujuan must be in trouble." The spellcaster with the trumpet is simply a magic weapon for clearing the map in this situation. Since the other party has put up such a battle, it is impossible not to take countermeasures.

Zhong Yuanzhong also captured the most conspicuous two souls among the large number of miscellaneous fishes, "There are only two special grades, well, now there are three."

In the depths of the forest, as a pitch-black circle engulfed the surrounding space of one kilometer, the ground began to shake, and the super-standard spell power than ordinary super-level spell spirits burst out wildly.

Waiting for the ear-splitting roar to overturn the center of the forest with the surging wind pressure, clearing out a sunken open space, and the six-story-high special-grade mantra spirit Qiben Lixiang is fully visible.

In the induction of Chuya Zhongyuan, dozens of miscellaneous fishes centered on Lixiang disappeared at the same time in an instant.

"As expected of pure love." Wujo Satoru sighed, it seems that there should be no worries about Goujuan for the time being, if it's just a special grade, Yigu should be fine.

So now...

"Aren't you going to come out?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his voice, looking behind the trees.

According to his induction, there is another special level behind it, and another existence with a very strange breath.

He seemed to have seen this feeling before.

"Huh? You can really spot me."

A humanoid mantra with blue mid-length hair and sutures on his face and body came out from behind the tree.From the appearance, he is almost no different from human beings, and is the first humanoid curse seen in the Central Plains.

The characteristics completely match one of the information Xia Youjie provided them. If I'm not mistaken, the name he gave himself is the real person.

Ryoko Tanaka of Liyuan escaped from Huashanyuan's curse of infinite reincarnation because of his soul transformation, and became a monster with a mutated soul.

He held a student wearing the uniform of the Conjuration High School with one hand, and that student was the source of Zhongyuan Zhongya's strange feeling.

"Just you? Don't you have any other friends?" Gojo Satoru poked his neck and looked back, and asked sincerely, "Fujisaki is too contemptuous of the teacher, and let the weak who are a little bit stronger than the miscellaneous fish come and stop him. Put me and Chuya down?"

He compared the distance with his hands, and the index finger and thumb were close enough to stick together. This "little bit" is really a little bit of irony, "Or, do you think that with a hostage who has actually betrayed the high school, it is Can you let us obediently catch him without a fight?"

Before coming here, Gojo Satoru used children's stick figures to introduce the people on the death list to Nakahara Nakaya. Although the portraits have their own abstractions, they express the general characteristics in the end.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the sophomore who was held in the arms of the real person, and gradually narrowed his eyes when his eyes touched the other's skin that was constantly swelling and sinking.

"Wu, that guy is not in the right state."

The power of the spell was tearing at the soul. Under the uniform that they couldn't see with their eyes, complicated spells densely covered the body of the students who had completely lost their sense of autonomy.

"I know, the world of conjuration is the strongest, and you also work part-time as a professional in martial arts, but I just don't know if you are good at learning or not." The real person pushed the student in his arms forward, and the two of the different colors His eyes were bent, and he smiled strangely, "Dangdang, it's a surprise."

The mantra crawled out of the clothes, and Zhong Yuanzhong finally remembered why he felt that the breath on the other party was a little familiar to him, but he couldn't recognize it at the first time.

Because this is not his experience.

This was the spell he had seen in Huashanyuan's dream, and it belonged to Wu Jing's spell of the Tuemon family.

It's seancery!

Letting go of the holding hands, he stepped on the ground with all his strength for a moment to reduce his own gravity. Before the wind and dust dispersed, Zhong Yuanzhong had already rushed in front of the student who was about to be sacrificed and cast a spirit.

"Go away!"

A hand zoomed in front of his eyes, and the red light of gravity flashed. After Nakahara Chuya punched the opponent's palm, he sensitively sensed that something similar to the wavelength of the soul was trying to touch his soul.

Is this thing that changed Ryoko Tanaka's soul essence and made her die as an inhuman?

Compared to the erosion of him by the old ruler [power], it's ridiculous like a child's play.

The outstretched hand of the real person directly disintegrates into pieces of flesh and broken bones under the punch of enhanced gravity. These are not painful or itchy, but what is terrible is the sharp wavelength that hits the soul directly.

It is natural enemy!

The real person whose hands were regenerated and whose mouth was full of blood smelled proudly, "It's too late, it's already done."

"Tsk, although the feeling of having a physical body is the best, but this way of waking up is really annoying."

It was just such a brief second of blocking. After the hand that blocked the view was smashed, the existence after the spirit had already eaten the prepared sacrifice and completely took over the body of the second grader.

Blocking the fist supported by gravity with one hand, the guy with four arms sank half a meter to the ground under the pressure of gravity as a whole, stepping on a deep pit.

Turning his face sideways to avoid the palm grabbing his face and [He] pulling a black line from behind, Zhongya Nakahara stepped back two steps on tiptoe, Gojo Satoru's reversal technique directly hit the opponent's arm, After the collision, the curse that had just completed the séance was blasted away.

The sound of the trees breaking and the unpleasant sound of the ground being rubbed by the soles of the feet stopped abruptly after two seconds.

"Ah, I'm awake." When the curse spirit covered in dirt and sawdust twisted his neck, the two faces on his head swayed from side to side, and one of the four hands tore apart the high school uniform that had become rags. , the four eyes on the two faces fixed on Nakahara Chuya and Gojo Satoru who walked forward, "Why do you have troubles like this in any age, magician."

"Wow, I never expected to see the legendary cursed king instead of those shriveled and dried chicken feet." Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, "This surprise seems to be a little bit more powerful." He turned his head to look at the person standing beside him. Nakahara Chuya, "Want to play a little bit? Chuya."

The tone was like asking "This crepe feels good, do you want to try it?"

"Quick battle, the spirit séance he used is not the same as yours now." Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out to him, "This is a 100% perfect body, there are only two ways to end the spirit séance."

At that time, Huashanyuan, who was only five years old, was taken into the study by his father, and he opened the ancient scroll to learn the spells of Wujing lineage word by word.

This is the Wujing seance technique that has been completely lost for a long time and only exists in the memory of Huashanyuan.

——Does the mirror remember?There are only two ways to stop, the sacrifice as a carrier is completely exhausted, or...

"Ah, Fujisaki is such a caring student. I just learned this trick and haven't tried it yet." Gojo Satoru held Chuya's hand, and the sharp white blade of the cold weapon suddenly revealed Huiyue's expression as he swung the knife. Youguang, the gun blade that used to be the same size as a long knife has been transformed into a big sword that is as tall as a human under the continuous transmission and superposition of wavelengths, "I have wanted to say this line for a long time, and the last time I heard it, I thought it was super handsome of!"

[The wavelength circuit connection is ready, the resonance rate is stable, and the noise is 0.26%. ]

As Chuya Chuya's voice echoed in his mind, the great sword covered with moonlight began to be eroded by filth.

When the silvery white completely turned into dark red, Gojo Satoru cracked a maddened smile and bowed down to gather strength.

"I will accept your souls."

"It's really as tricky as I imagined." Hiroto Fujisaki overlooked the battlefield divided into two sides from the air. Qiben Lixiang had already torn open the field of Tuo Gen, and fought with Tuo Gen's body, and that Bian Zhenren and the two-faced Su Nuo who was descended from the spirit are confronting Wujo Wu and Zhongyuan Zhongya who are in a state of soul resonance.

The forest below has become a basin under the super destructive power, the violent power has even changed the terrain and environment, and it seems...

"Are you a little surprised why they are so fully prepared? Tianyuan's enchantment has not disappeared?"

Xia Youjie's mocking words came from behind.

Hiroto Fujisaki looked down at the tip of Senran's knife that penetrated his chest, "It seems that the plan is going well."

Not right.

When Hiroto Fujisaki avoided the fatal point, Xia Youjie who was behind him had a bad feeling.

He already knew? !

"Why do you think I don't know? Xia, you are the artifact I named you." Hiroto Fujisaki leaned forward, and after breaking away from the dagger that pierced his body, he rolled over and fell. He opened his collar to expose the neck Purple-black Yu marks, "Look, your malice towards me has stabbed me."

It got dark.

It is even more terrifying than the gathering of nearly a hundred curses, it is different from the majesty of the dark spell.

When Xia Youjie was a conjurer, he once hated why the gods in the sky who were born from human beliefs stood by all day long. Obviously, they, like curses, originated in the hearts of human beings.

However, the gods who were born as wishes are high above the ground, but human beings are struggling in the shadow of the negative curse, using the sacrifices of conjurers one after another in exchange for a weak first-line balance.

They enjoyed the beliefs of humans, but left the opposing curses to humans to solve themselves.

Then, now that he had completely given up on Gao Tianyuan's inaction gods, the vast heavenly army broke through the clouds and appeared on the already chaotic battlefield.

And issue a notice.

"Warlock Xia Youjie, the [Heaven] declares that he shall be sentenced to death."

Hiroto Fujisaki, who fell, made a mouth shape.

[have fun. ]