The spell daily of the departed savior

However, there is one most serious problem here.

——World Consciousness trusts Wuli as the savior because of Wuli's successful experience of saving the world, so as long as Wuli himself makes a judgment, World Consciousness will first lend power to Wuli, and then check whether the person Wuli is fighting is qualified The three restrictions can be called the privilege of cutting first and playing later.

Ke Wuli, he is a person with the ability to change the mind.

Like Hisoka, he is a crazy liar.

Hisoka once said to his best friend who had survived death together: "He is a complete lunatic. The biggest lie he ever told was that he was the savior who saved the world. In fact, if it hadn't been for that man Pick it up, away from him is utter chaos and evil."

For those with the ability to read, the stricter the restriction, the more powerful they can obtain.

World consciousness trusts Wuli.

But once Wuli wants to kill someone even if he puts his life on the line, his lies will deceive the consciousness of the world and obtain powerful power enough to destroy the world.

——This is the fundamental reason why Gojo Satoru has always been afraid of Wuli, fearing that Wuli's spiritual world will completely collapse and fall into madness.

Salvation and destruction all depend on one thought.

Wujo Wu said in a deep voice: "Not long ago, when Xiaoli encountered a super-level spell spirit, before he had used his specific reading ability, it was enough to counteract the power of a spell spirit to build a living world. What's more, he has already used it now. In addition to the specific mind ability, the opponent is me who is too many times stronger than the level-level spell spirit."

After the words fell, Ye Mozheng was silent, but Gojo Wu was suddenly stunned by what he just said.

What did he think of.

Ye Mozheng asked solemnly: "You mean, this is doomed to a dead end..."

"Etc., etc!"

Gojo Satoru grinned and said, "There is still a glimmer of hope! I hope Qi Haihai's weight is heavy enough. Let's take a gamble and see if Xiaoli will fall in love with this world because of Qi Haihai."

Noctua Zhengdao felt that he might not be old, and there was a generation gap with young people: "Qi Hai? What does it have to do with Qi Hai?"

Gojo Satoru had already hung up the phone happily, and re-dialed Jianren Qihai who was on a mission elsewhere.

"Hey! How is Qi Haihai doing recently?"

Gojo Satoru had a bright smile, and he didn't care about his junior's tone of disgust.

"During this period of time, you have been frequently traveling on missions to avoid Xiaoli, and you have almost avoided it."

The malicious senior directly pierced the confused thoughts of the junior because of his feelings: "However, it's time to come back and face it."

"Qi Haihai, you can't always hide from Xiaoli, can you? Whether you plan to say it, or you are planning to forget the memories of the ten years you were born in this world——Qi Haihai, people, once you ignore your true thoughts, you will be with the one you love People who pass by, are likely to be missed forever.”

Gojo Satoru's voice was calm: "I lost my true love, will you make the same mistake as me?"

Jianren Qihai stopped what he was about to say.

On the other side of the phone, there was silence, only the sound of the wind.

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Okay! The omniscient and omnipotent Gojo Satoru has received your wish. Don't worry, I will help you, I am the strongest~"

"Mr. Gojo!" Jianren Qihai took a deep breath, and felt that he had just had the idea that Gojo Satoru was reliable just for a moment, maybe it was not a hallucination caused by working too much overtime.

Gojo Satoru was grinning, as usual unscrupulous: "I'll send you a coordinate later, you have to make sure to arrive as quickly as possible—whether you're fleeing to heaven or borrowing a broom from a witch fly over."

"You only have 10 minute."

"Whether the world can survive or not depends entirely on you, Seven~Hai~Hai~~"

After speaking, Wujo Satoru hung up the phone before Nanami Jianren asked.

Soon, a text message was sent to Jianren Qihai's cell phone.

The blond conjurer pushed the goggles, looked at the text message and read the address silently, then swung the knife to shake off the blood remaining on the conjuration tool.

Those golden-green eyes scanned the curse spirits lying all around, because of Wujo Wu's words, Nanami Jianren once again remembered his recent irritability and confusion.

Wuli's face flashed in his mind.

"If you miss it, it will be forever..."

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How long can 1 minute be?

For the brain that occupied Xia Youjie's body and whose real name is Lisuo, this one minute is enough to witness with his own eyes that everything he owns vanishes into ashes.

Standing in the center of the blue storm, Wuli's slender body stood alone like a sharp long knife out of its sheath.

The long black hair was flying, and the scarlet robe was violently curled like a sea of ​​blood boiling.The ferocious beast that has completely torn the human skin, roared to declare his hatred to the world.

Yan Suo opened his eyes wide, and even his breathing stopped, unbelievable but unable to resist, watching helplessly as the terrifying hell that belonged to him descended.

No. 60 seconds.

"All the existences that participated in the planning of three rounds of one-word death died at this moment."

second.

"All the existences participating in the Suo project are dead at this moment."

No. 40 seconds.

"All the high-level people in the magic world and those involved with the magic spirit are dead at this moment."

No. 30 seconds.

"All those who are connected with Reso, deprive them of all power beyond the limits of ordinary people."

No. 20 seconds.

"I want all the ideals of the 1000-year-long search to be shattered."

Ten seconds.

"I want this world to return the glory and power of the three rounds and one word. The colorless king who died fighting to save the world should return to his hometown with his body and soul."

Last second.

"I want this world to return to order."

The screams resounded through the entire territory of Japan one after another. Countless curse spirits and conjurers with evil intentions trembled and wailed, but they could only watch themselves go to death, and their bodies were reduced to ashes inch by inch.

Roaring explosions sounded from the capital, and the high-level people in the magic world who were hiding behind layers of curtains exploded into fireworks amid boundless pain.

Over the past 1000 years, the families and people who have helped Lisuo for their own self-interest are all horrified to find that their wealth and power have been reduced to zero in an instant, and the magic family has completely lost its magic power.

Silently wailing curse spirits can be seen everywhere on the streets, crushed to dust by the modified world rules.

The upright magicians were ignorant of the inside story, and watched in surprise the silent death of the magic spirits.Ordinary people who couldn't see the curse spirit stood blankly on the street, but they could feel their body suddenly relaxed, and even the air seemed to be refreshed and clean.

Bits of light slowly fluttered from all over the country, rose into the sky, and gathered into a ball of light that was as dazzling as the sun.

Under the gaze of everyone raising their heads, in the clear sky, the shape of a huge sword gradually solidified from the light.

The resplendent and gorgeous Sword of Damocles hangs high in the sky again after ten years.

In front of Wuli and Yansuo, the phantom of Sanlun Yiyan gradually appeared from the mist.

Freed from all shackles, Miwa Yiyan's last emotion before his death finally regrouped from the filthy quagmire of the curse, and appeared in front of his worried students as he wished.

"Xiao Li." The man's gentle smiling face was filled with warm relief: "You have grown up and become a better savior than I thought."

Wuli stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to reach out to touch the phantom of Sanlun Yiyan.

He was afraid, just like every dream in the past, as long as he moved a little, the dream would wake up, and the teacher's figure would disappear like a reflection on the water.

Miwa saw Wuli's fear in a single word, he smiled and stretched out his arms, and took the initiative to embrace Wuli's mature and strong body into his arms.

Just like every time in the past, he embraced the expressionless boy in his arms.

"Xiao Li, I'm sorry for missing your coming-of-age ceremony. But don't cry, Xiao Li, someone will love you, warm you, and be your heart."

The man in the kimono is gentle and noble, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, as if he has never left this world, and has never experienced the filth and humiliation that are regarded as the nourishment of curse spirits.

No matter what kind of quagmire, nothing can damage Sanwa Yiyan's noble demeanor and the radiance of his soul.

"Xiao Li, love this world, continue to protect those lives, and bring hope to them."

Sanwa Yiyan raised his hand and patted Wuli's back lightly, as if comforting a child who had a nightmare, so that Wuli, who was stiff all over his body, gradually relaxed, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and held the phantom air.

The angry beast finally extinguished the flame of hatred, tremblingly showing its fragility in front of the trusted person.

Drenched by the downpour, the goshawk circled for a long time and finally returned to its nest.

The corners of Wuli's eyes were glowing red, and his trembling tone suppressed his crying: "Teacher, I miss you very much..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't guard the teacher and let the teacher be taken away..."

Sanlun gently patted Wuli's hair top, the phantom lightened a little bit, he smiled, and gradually dissipated in the mist in front of Wuli.

"Don't cry, Xiaoli. Now the day is bright, and the remaining shadows are gone."

"You have welcomed your light."

The mist dispersed.

The sword of Damocles in the sky gradually disappeared.

With the gratitude and reverence of countless saved lives, Sanlun, the colorless king, returned to his hometown with radiant brilliance, and will sleep peacefully for a long time.

Wuli Xuxu slowly lowered his arms embracing the air, his eyes were lowered, and his long black hair covered his expression, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

On the ground in front of Wuli, there was only Xia Youjie's body that was out of control and fell sideways.

Xia Youjie's head was opened along the suture line on his forehead, and his brain was empty.

Beside it, a lump of flesh-colored brain was struggling to escape into the distance.

Wu Li straightened up little by little, his dark eyes looked at the lump of brain gloomyly, and then he slowly raised his arm holding the long knife tightly.

The general situation was over, and while Wuli was in a daze, he fled frantically, and was still thinking carefully about what he could use next.As long as his body is still there, he can still take other people's bodies to make a comeback and continue to fulfill his ideals.

However, Ling Suo only heard the sharp sound of piercing through the air whistling from behind.

He looked back in horror, the blade was as bright as snow, and it was in front of him.

"Shh-!"

Wuli's expression was ferocious and crazy like a ghost, his scarlet robe flew behind him, and he leaped forward with a neat figure, chopping the rope with only the brain body under the knife.

Before he even uttered a cry, he was cut into pieces by the long knife infused with anger, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and was crushed into dust by the ensuing power of thought.

Can't get up again.

The sun shines fiercely on the earth.

The faint blue air flow slowly returned to Wuli's body, flowing peacefully and soothingly. [Circle] also quickly disappeared.

Wuli shook off the remaining blood foam on the long knife, put the knife back into the sheath, and stood up straight again with his slender body.

He turned around and walked out with his slender legs.

In the wind of world annihilation, Wuli saw the conjurers standing not far away.

Jianren Qihai stood quietly among the conjurers who were anxiously waiting, staring at Wuli with those golden-green eyes.

It seemed that all the whispering around him disappeared, everyone turned into air, and only Wuli was left in his field of vision.

Wuli's figure paused.

He suddenly remembered the prophecy that the teacher gave him.

The young man couldn't help softening his brows and eyes.

——Teacher, I welcome my light.