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Darkness, coldness, resentment, despair.His body was unable to move, and negative emotions almost swallowed him up. The wounds all over his body were in scorching pain, but his consciousness was forced to stay awake.He could almost see the materialized resentment turning into sweet bait, continuously spreading out of the cave.Something is already afoot.He heard sharp laughter, approached greedily, and whispered bewitchingly.

Even though he knew that doing anything in such a situation would be futile, and that so-called divine creature would never let things escape its control, he still wanted to struggle, struggling uncontrollably.

He roared silently, regardless of the increasingly severe pain, he used all his strength, but his body remained motionless.Move... move... move!The bandages covering his body couldn't bear such a strong resentment, they were corroded and loosened, and disappeared before landing.The ferocious scorched skin was exposed, and it looked even more terrifying in the cold air.

He even heard the footsteps of the ugly monsters, making disgusting noises as they stepped on the soft and wet soil.

stop!he yelled.

However, a distorted laugh came out of his mouth, and he refuted him uncontrollably, "Come on! Come on! Eat this body, and then give the power to me!"

The monsters approached more and more excitedly, but they didn't know that it was the death knell of death.

"Hahahaha... eat as much as you want, and then I will be free—"

The voice rose to the extreme, and then stopped abruptly.Because countless monsters can't wait to pour into this body.

He could choose to close his eyes, but his pride did not allow him to do so.The owner of this body is dead, and that person sold his soul to the monster in exchange for freedom and power.Now, he is the owner of this body, and he is also the one who is forced to endure the pain of transforming from a human into a half-demon.

Seeing his body being occupied by monsters with his own eyes made him sick, but he still stubbornly refused to close his eyes even for a while to escape.He still has a long, long way to go, how can he lose in this kind of place?However, it wasn't just his body that was taken over, even with his eyes open, he could see countless past fantasies appearing in front of his eyes, the resentment seemed to infect him, evoking his most hated memory.He was chosen by God from a girl with an ordinary but happy life, and became a sad doll for God's temporary pleasure.He desperately gained strength and made himself cold and hypocritical, but he still easily failed in the end.And his so-called bonds - Yin, Kisuke, Byakuya, Shishiro and Shunsui, in the face of absolute power, are nothing but fragile and ridiculous things.It was him who betrayed first.

"Ah,"

The man lying on the ground pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and let out a deep laugh at the countless monsters. His eyes were darker than the deepest night, as if all the brightness was gathered in it, and no light could be reflected.However, this look is always indifferent and arrogant, even in the face of the deepest filth, it cannot be shaken at all.The surrounding monsters stopped moving, retreating as if feeling the trembling thing in the air wanting to leave, but suddenly seemed to be fatally attracted, and were involuntarily sucked into this body, and then more There are more and stronger monsters in an endless stream.

Thick evil spirit enveloped the whole Shandong, even the sudden violent flames could not dispel it.The source of the evil energy lay quietly in the flames, smiling as if performing some kind of ritual, watching the monsters that were attracted to escape, but were involuntarily sucked in.They screamed, and finally turned into a part of the deepest filth—his body, the original ghost spider, and now Naraku's body.

The fire burned for a day and a night.When people found the cave afterwards, they found that the land that had been scorched by the fire had bloomed bright flowers, pure and graceful.They sway gently in the wind, as if sweeping away all the filth in the world.A mage passing by was amazed, saying that he had never seen such a pure and evil place. There was not even a trace of evil spirit around, and even the air seemed to be purified and holy.Ah, the people in the village said with a smile, that must be the reason why the great priestess Kikyo lives here, her heart is pure and flawless, and can purify all filth.

But they don't know that the ultimate purity is sin, and the deepest filth is purity.

A handsome man with long black curly hair stood at the entrance of the village smiling, gloomy and enchanting.It is obviously the most filthy and filthy existence, but it seems to be glowing with a faint white light, which makes his pale skin even more bloodless.

The man took a step forward and left without hesitation.

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After changing the body, the original ability seems to be unusable.However, instead of disappearing, he felt that they were just imprisoned by something, peacefully sleeping deep in his body.That fulfilling sense of satisfaction told him so.The most urgent task is to get familiar with this body as soon as possible and develop your own abilities.If you just rely on instinct, in such a world where monsters are rampant, the result will only be one—death and destruction.

Sure enough, neither the Death God's World nor this world is a place where the weak can live.

The man with long black curly hair raised the corners of his lips, and his scarlet eyes showed interest.Then, let him see what such a filthy half-demon body can do.

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With an understatement wave of his hand, the monster that pounced on it was split into two with a miserable howl.The stinky blood was scattered all over the ground, but it didn't look obtrusive.Because a large piece of land centered on this man has already been dyed a strange dark red by countless monsters.

Naluo looked at his hands, the fresh blood was still flowing, but the earlier ones had turned into dark red blood scabs, mixed with some disgusting mucus from monsters with strange blood.Although my own body is also made up of such monsters, I still can't bear it after all.He frowned, turned and left.

Immersed my body in the water, the black hair spread out as if smudged, the extremely deep black and the extremely clean water, the picture formed was strangely enchanting.

This hot spring was accidentally discovered when I was practicing demon power.Originally, I just wanted to find a water source, but I didn't expect it to be a rare hot spring.

At such a time, there should be a glass of sake for the occasion, right?Stretching his body comfortably, he relaxed his body rarely, and was slightly lost in thought.Although for him who has no sense of taste, there is no difference between sake or white water.However, in those long memories, someone once handed him a warm wine glass with a smile, "Sousuke, try it, the rare cherry blossom wine from the Kuchiki family is not something you can drink anytime. "

As soon as he hesitated, the wine glass in his hand was snatched away.The person who is flamboyant on the surface but extremely delicate in heart is looking at him with a proud smile, "Souyousuke, don't force yourself if you don't know how to drink, you can ask me for help~~~~" Chunshui looked at him with black eyes , The care and happiness of the young people can be seen at a glance.

However, he didn't know that his hesitation was not due to his inability to drink, but that no matter how precious the fine wine was, it was no different from white water to him.Rather than letting it be dusty in vain, it is better to let it be sprinkled on the ground, even if it melts, it will leave behind a unique fragrance.People will regret the good wine on this earth, but they will not remember those that have already been drunk.

Shaking his head, Naraku dispelled the memories that came to mind.He smiled sarcastically, perhaps, what he missed was just the feeling of being slightly drunk.Nothing to do with people.

He was so absorbed in himself that he didn't notice the subtle noises around him.When he turned his head in surprise, he saw only a pair of plain white hands brushing away the tall weeds, and there were three blood-like sharp patterns on the exposed wrists.

He narrowed his eyes, then evoked a mocking smile, and looked clearly at the pure monster who came out—the trembling noble son, Sesshomaru.

Oh, oh, this is really... Naraku smiled quietly as she met those eyes that seemed to be so indifferent that there was no trace of emotion.