The white moonlight is my vest

——Confirm that the life response has been lost.

The Chanyuan Shang also thought about it.

It was already difficult for anyone to recognize that the person who couldn't even stand up was Chanyuan Shangye.The pure black uniform has a little advantage, even if it is soaked in blood, it will not be obvious from the outside.Only the strong smell of blood smelled from the tip of the nose is the only reality.

Fortunately, there is no one on the streets of Tokyo anymore.

His bloody look...would not scare anyone.

All citizens have been sent to shelters.

Chanyuan Shang also almost put his whole body weight on the knife to barely support it.But even though he couldn't even take a step forward with his legs, the spell power spreading around his body still didn't stop, and even tended to increase.

——Probably the battle of the group of people above made the alien god feel pain.

The black mist surged toward Tokyo with an unprecedented roar, and the white protective shield over Tokyo was constantly being eaten away, and soon became thinner and thinner.Now it is barely supported, if the mana power is not continued, the protective shield will soon be broken.This is obviously a protective shield built by the monk of the Chanyuan who has exhausted almost all his strength, but in the face of the power of the gods, it is still so weak, so... Vulnerable to a single blow.

Chanyuan Shang was panting heavily, his breath burning his throat, just like at this moment, anger was burning his reason.He has almost lost the ability to think, his consciousness is about to collapse, there is a fog of blood in front of his eyes, and his whole body is about to dry up.

Fu Heisher, who was always inside his body, was stunned.

If Shangya Zenyuan's body is compared to a glass jar, then the power in his body is an endless supply of nutrient solution.The soul warmed by these mantras suddenly lost its heat source. If you still don't realize what happened, and if you don't realize that Zenyuan Shangya's body has reached its limit...then Fu Heisher's soul will be repaired in vain up.

"...quickly stop."

"...stop now!!!"

"...Not yet."

The Chanyuan Shang also said.

"If we don't buy more time," he seemed to be convincing himself, "even if they defeat the return of the alien god, they will welcome the dead city of Tokyo, and the people will fall into unprecedented panic. Even if they win , There will also be an endless stream of public opinion to accuse them of failing to protect the masses... They always have a harsh attitude towards heroes."

"In that case... everything would be meaningless."

Fuheshier: "You have tried your best - you don't have to pay attention to those people. Without you, Tokyo would have been reduced to hell now."

"..."

The Chanyuan still did not answer.

He raised his empty eyes, which could no longer see the front, and the ticking sound of the hour hand could be heard intermittently in his ears-but this was not a malfunction of the sound itself, but a problem with his own hearing.

in this way.

It is impossible to calculate how long he can continue to live.

- In fact, there is no need to calculate.

The monk of the Chanyuan has already firmly remembered that time, even if there is no countdown, he can count down to himself.The voice of Fuhesher in the ear also became more and more indistinct, and the whole world fell into a miraculous silence.

He could no longer hear what Fuheshier was saying.

He could no longer see that there was another person in front of him.

Zenyuan Naoya: "You—"

He panicked: "I'll take you to the high school! There's a sieve there, and there's a reversal technique!"

Zenyuan Naoya came here in a hurry.

Gojo Satoru stayed back and contacted the Zenyuan family—even though he hated it, they needed more power at this moment.It is definitely impossible to entrust the entire Tokyo to the protection of Zenyuan Shangya alone.No matter how you look at it, the monks of the Chanyuan cannot do without reinforcements.

After entering the white mist, the white mist guided Zenyuan Naoya in the direction.

He finally, finally found the Chanyuan Shangye and the remains of the curse spirit under his feet.

Chanyuan Shangya is no longer visible.

But with the loss of other senses, his perception has become extraordinarily sharp.At this moment, the whole of Tokyo is under his eyes, everyone's actions are branded in his mind, and the arrival of Zenyuan Naoya can't be hidden from him at all.

The Chanyuan Shang also interrupted him: "—I have something to ask you."

Zenyuan Zhizai: "What's the matter? I'll send you to the college first!"

Then Zenyuan Naoya saw that Zenyuan Shangye's empty eyes that were bleeding all the time fell on his knife.Chanyuan Shang also exhausted all his strength to pull out the knife that had been firmly inserted into the ground.

After that, he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

After a crisp impact, the knife fell to the ground.Chanyuan Shang also lost his standing support because of this, Zenyuan Naozai did not expect him to be so weak, he was stunned for a second before stepping forward to catch him.

"Knife."

The Chanyuan Shang also swallowed the blood in his throat, and said calmly.

Zenyuan Naoya handed the knife in front of him, and put Zenyuan Shangya's hand on the handle of the knife.An unexpected thing happened, Chanyuan Naoya watched the white magic power suddenly flowing on the knife, and quickly wrapped the whole knife.The color of this mantra is clearly the same as the color of the shield over Tokyo.

During this process, Zenyuan Naoya unexpectedly heard a voice.

A voice he thought... he would never hear again.

"Damn it!" Fu Heisher cursed, "Chanyuan Shangya—what the hell are you doing, Naozai! Don't just watch from the sidelines, tell this person to stop quickly, he will really die if this continues, this guy Where did so much magic power come from!"

"...Brother Shier?"

Zenyuan Naoya hesitated.

"..." Fu Heisher's scolding stopped for a moment, "Can you hear me?"

Zenyuan Naoya: "Is it really you?! Are you still alive?"

It is difficult to explain Fu Heisher's current situation in a few words, and now I don't have time to talk to Zenyuan Naoya about what happened in the past.

Chanyuan Shang also let go of his hand, and the output of mantra power also stopped.His face was extremely pale, and his voice was much weaker than before, but this sentence was firmer than ever.

"Take him away."

Zenyuan Naoya's pupils shrank suddenly.

He looked down at the blade that was still vibrating, and Fuhesher's voice was still ringing in his ears.No matter how far-fetched it is, Zenyuan Zhizai has to accept the fact that Fu Heisher is nestled in this knife at this moment.

"...What about you?" He asked tremblingly.

"I'll stay here," Zenyuan Shangya could no longer hear, but he could guess what Zenyuan Naoya was saying now, "send him to the high school, or a place farther away... and then don't enter Tokyo, leave The farther here the better, the farther you can run, the better, after Wu comes back, give him this knife, he will know what to do."

Chanyuan Naozai picked up Zenyuan Shang.

After reciting it, Zenyuan Naoya felt the weight of Zenyuan Shangya at this moment...

Terribly light.

"Brother Shier is my elder brother," he whispered, "you are also my elder brother."

He can't leave anyone behind.

No one can be lost.

But the weight on his body became lighter and lighter, only the temperature of the blade at his fingertips was so cold and real.After a while, Zenyuan Naoya suddenly looked back, there was only a scattered white mist on his back, where is there any trace of Zenyuan Shangya?

Moreover, Zenin Naoya found that he seemed to have been teleported to another place.

Everything else around is foggy and invisible.

Only on the road in front of me, there is no white fog.

That is the direction that the Chanyuan Shang also guided him.

Even the Buddhist monastery cannot leave here.

Building the shield was not easy, nor was maintaining the illusion of covering an entire city.As the person who constructed the shield, he has already become the core of the shield.

That is to say-

If he moved at will, the core of the protective shield covering the entire Tokyo sky would also move.

The black air outside is constantly eroding... If something happens to the protective cover, it will easily be damaged.What's more, now he has lost the ability to move his legs, no matter where he is.

——It would just be a waste of the magic power transferred.

must.

To use all the magic power.

All threw themselves into the shield.

How ridiculous.

He is just a human being, but he wants to protect the human beings in this city under the power of God.

But he couldn't laugh.

He knew he probably had an hour left, an hour of his life.

If everything goes well...Maybe after Gojo Satoru comes back, he can pat him on the shoulder, tell him that he has done a lot and wants to sleep, and then leave calmly like this?

His departure must be graceful.

Must be handsome.

Instead of being in such a mess like now...

No matter what, Chanyuan still hopes to leave the best side of himself.

However, he still had an hour to live.

But the protective shield can't last an hour.

As a human Zenyuan Shangya, the mantra power in his body has a limit.Even now, he has to admit that his own strength is lacking and insufficient.If someone else stood here, maybe he could do better than him.

But now he is standing here.

"Of course I believe you. ""

strangeness.

Obviously no sound was heard.

but why--

Will Gojo Satoru's words ring in his ears again at this time?

but.

These things don't seem to matter anymore.

"It's not that I can't do it," Chanyuan Shang also said, "If I can do it, I can definitely do it. They are all killing gods, and I—— I am just resisting the invasion of gods. What can I do?" Arrived?"

""Why hesitate at such a possibility of failure? ""

Yes.

He hesitated before.

When he died last time, he failed to say goodbye to Gojo Satoru, not even saying goodbye.When he died this time, no matter what, he should say goodbye to him.It is not a good habit to leave without saying goodbye, and the monks of the Chanyuan have never been heroes, and this habit cannot be imitated.

What are the high-sounding words——

It's just because he still wants to see Gojo Satoru again.

but.

This is not acceptable.

He has been facing the erosion of black energy and constantly brought negative influences on himself, so he also made the cowardly choice before.

Although his sword was no longer with him at this time and was taken away by Chanyuan Naoya, Zenyuan still remembered the oath he made to others with that knife.Such a childish oath, such a self-righteous oath-the so-called protection of Wujo Wu and Fu Heisher, I am afraid that no one has ever taken it seriously, and only the Chanyuan Shangye has always remembered it in his heart.

Although he hasn't found a way to revive Fu Heisher, so that he can regain his own body, he can only be attached to the long knife.However, he has indeed repaired Fuheshier's damaged soul with his own magic power and life.

——Different from others, the Chanyuan Shang only has three months.

Because he used the rest of his time and life to repair Fuheshier's soul.

The world is fair, one thing for one thing.

Unfortunately, he can only go so far.

I'm really sorry that I didn't find a suitable body for Fuhesher... Maybe he can only live in the cursed skeleton made by the night moth principal in the future?But this is enough, at least there is a way to live.

As for Gojo Satoru...

Chanyuan Shang also raised his head and looked at the sky with his eyes that could no longer see the sky.

He will protect everyone in this city.

He will provide a stable rear, so that Gojo Satoru can let go of his hands, feet, and worries to fight.

This is what he must do, and the only thing he can do now.

"Chanyuan Shang also patted Wujo Wu on the shoulder: "Don't worry Wujo, if someone speaks ill of you behind your back in the future—"

The monk of the Chanyuan also raised his knife and drew out the snow-white blade: "I will use this knife to beat them to shut up!""

But Shang Ye of the Chanyuan no longer has that knife.

The alien gods in the sky seemed to be even more angry, and the black air stretched out towards the protective shield at an unprecedented speed.Chanyuan Shang was also caught off guard, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

It's ok.

Even if I don’t have the sword that I made the oath in my hand——

Then he will completely transform himself into a knife.

""In this world, there is absolutely nothing that a monk in a Buddhist monastery can't do! ""

At this moment, the thought of Shang Ye in the Chanyuan transcended time and space, and completely coincided with the words of "Shang Ye".

in this world--

There will be no things that the monks of the Chanyuan can't do!

In the past, he just had such a ridiculous and insignificant wish to see Gojo Satoru, and he didn't really reach his limit.No, there shouldn't be such a thing as a limit in a Buddhist monastery.

The mana began to burn.

Everything inside him started to burn.

The life of Chanyuan Shangye returning to the human world is bestowed by the "god", so his life is also a part of the power of the god.When he began to burn his remaining life of only one hour, he could get a glimpse of some of the power of the gods.

"...I'm really a genius who came up with this idea."

Reversing life and death requires enormous power.

Even if it's just this hour's strength—it's enough.

White flames lit up around him, and the flames quickly engulfed him, and his original long black hair slowly turned white.The monk of the Chanyuan also closed his eyes. He obviously had no wings, but his body flew up lightly.

—Energy conversion completed.

——Mantra, transport.

- Protective cover repair, complete.

He is like a feather, flying higher and higher.When his body touched the protective cover, the feathers melted into little pieces in the air and merged into the protective cover, leaving nothing behind.

Only the pool of blood on the ground silently witnessed the departure of a person.

This time, the black air couldn't eat away at the shield again.Looking from a distance, there is a layer of black air floating on the white protective shield, which can't do anything about it, guarding Tokyo with a stubborn attitude.

High above the sky, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason.

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The sentences in "" come from Chapter 81, Chapter 62, Chapter 15, and Chapter 68 in sequence.