The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

Can't hear, can't hear anything.

The crackling of the flames burning the wood, the rustling of the leaves, the ear-scraping of the hot evening wind, the man in the suit changed his mouth but could not hear a word.

After the ears are deaf, the vision in front of the eyes becomes clearer.

The firelight that was several times brighter left afterimages in the pupils, and the charred residue left by the scorched blood blew gently past the eyes, Guiwu Tsuji frowned in displeasure, and tremblingly propped up the stove door with the palm of his hand from the ground. The only two standing human beings on the field, Purgatory's hair that is almost integrated with the flames.

The scene may be very noisy, or it may be very quiet, Qing Xiang doesn't know.

The heart of the flame is dark black, gradually extending outwards until the orange flame covers his whole body, and the flowing black and yellow flame echoes the bright yellow flame of purgatory.

I can feel a strong sense of oppression, but it's not uncomfortable. It's obviously high enough to burn everything, but it's like a guide containing the burning of black and yellow flames.

Is this the real blazing heat of Breath of Flame?

Unscrupulous, proud and wanton burning.

Qing Xiang raised the blade again, the blade was burnt out under the high temperature, and he was holding the blade almost with one hand.The frequency of burning flames around him gradually resonated with purgatory.

"Up."

He murmured softly, probably to himself.

The galloping fireball rushed towards Oniwu Tsuji, in front of and behind Oniwu Tsuji, and at the same time, a blazing blade drew a silver light.There is almost no gap between the two blades, at the same time, at the same second, blocking his front and rear directions.

Two pipe whips grown from his flesh wrapped around the blade, and two more whips were thrown at the ghost hunter's neck.It's just that not only the man behind him who made him phantom the breath of the sun, but even the weak little ghost nimbly dodged away.

The blade caught by the whip slipped through the gap with strength and angle, and then headed for the original destination: Onimai Tsuji's neck.

Guiwu Tsuji jumped onto the burning wooden beam under the attack of the two blades, and the blazing flame was extinguished by the fast whip.

What's the matter with this kid?Suddenly so much stronger.

Qing Xiang was the first to jump onto the wooden beam. He obviously couldn't keep up with the speed of Oni Wu Tsuji's whip, but he attacked almost regardless of defense. The whip that tore through the air left circular blood marks on his waist, and Steamed dry by a high flame.

Oni Wu Tsuji can look straight into the eyes of the imp on the opposite side. They are completely black, with almost no light seeping through, like two glass balls stuffed into the eye sockets, but the fireworks emitted from the glass surface just highlight them, so they appear to be concentrated and energetic. .

Give him extremely uncomfortable intuition.

This brat... now seems extremely annoying.

Guiwu Tsuji no longer tried, pulled the black and yellow blade, and threw the little ghost off the beam with terrifying force. Before he heard the sound of heavy objects hitting each other, he had to dodge the ensuing Chenghuang wave hit.

"Obviously a few steps away from death. Centipede, dead but not stiff, you are really troublesome, why don't you die honestly?"

He didn't realize that the words in his words were suitable for describing himself, and he separated the ninth whip, the scarlet flesh with a length of four meters, and the mere Yizhenglun knife.The whip passed through the man's limbs and body mercilessly, the blood that was just about to gushes out of the body was dried by high temperature, and the wound caused by the penetration was also closed under the heat, thus briefly giving Purgatory the power to continue its attack.

The situation is still one-sided, even if there is a completely burning Qingxiang joining the battlefield, it will only delay the situation for a while. Maybe the stove door that is pulling out his calf from the heavy weight can become a combat force, but the severely disabled combat force is not enough Fight against the ghost king.

There was a violent impact that shook the mountains and the ground from the side of the night, and the crescent moon rose from the ground in rounds, chasing after each other with various breathing methods, and fighting with the crescent moon from a low altitude.

Without combat power and spare support, everything seemed to be at an impasse.

But Ubayashiki didn't touch the spell again, the sea of ​​flames scorched the corner of his clothes slightly, and there was nothing in his dark vision, only his ears were extremely sensitive and clear.

There are two breaths that are light due to dying, but they are rising and falling regularly, slowly and persistently gradually reaching a resonance.

The completely orange flame and the black and yellow flame quietly blended in the spread.

Purgatory, I still can't fully understand your courage to go forward.

But a little bit, a little bit, I understand your so-called "taking responsibility" confidence.

The heart and lungs turned into nourishment and burned to bring temperature, obviously one step away from death, but there was another breath beside him.When the water level of the underworld gradually rises and submerges the mouth and nose, someone puts the palm of his hand on his shoulder. He is not alone, and the biting coldness can no longer be soaked in the slightest.

'Want to introduce you to her. '

'Who? '

In the water of Huangquan, Purgatory turned his head and smiled.

'My most important person is the person who will wait for me at the other end of the underworld. '

'No one will wait for me at the end of the underworld. '

'Although I want to say, I don't want you to enter the underworld with me, so I just drive you back. '

Purgatory smiled wryly and looked at the sunset in the sky with regret.

'However, it is too pitiful to be occupied by loneliness. '

'So you want to step into hell together? '

'Do not. '

Purgatory sighed and pressed Qing Xiang's head.

The bitingly cold Huangquan water swayed slightly, and the half-height sea waves surged, dyed golden by the illusory sun.

'Let's go back to Yangjian together. '

The yellow spring water is bubbling like boiling, and the bursting bubbles raise steaming water vapor, and the diffused thick fog blocks the illusory radiation of the phantom sun.

'Kill the King of Ghosts, and with Senjuro, we live together as a family. '

'Is that good? '

Qing Xiang held up the boiling yellow spring water in his palm, watching the dim yellow liquid bubbling in his palm.

'How long can I live if I go back now?Since hell really exists, wouldn't it be good to reunite with family members and important people underground and live for a long time? '

'That's not a good thing, Youkang. '

The palm on the head gradually became lighter.

'Because it is short, life is so precious and wonderful. '

The illusory sun was engulfed in thick fog.

At the same time, their spirits returned to the two people who lost their minds in the burning flames.

The flames burst into the sky in an instant, dozens of times more intense than before.First there is the black flame core, the orange inner flame, and then the dazzlingly dazzling outer flame.

The dazzling flames licked into the dark night sky, dispelled the dark clouds that blocked the moonlight, raised a scorching sun that burned on the ground, and lit up the darkness of nearly a hundred miles nearby.

Covering the broken bone of his right arm with one hand, Ganlusi, who had just avoided a blow from the crescent moon, raised his head slightly in astonishment.

When Tomioka glanced sideways, a searing flame burned on his retina.

The flame climbed up the meteor hammer on Beiming Island, and ignited the Buddhist beads slanted across his waist.

The scales of the dysprosium pills biting the blade of Heiseimu were exploded piece by piece by the flames.

Undead Chuan, who turned over to avoid the blood ghost technique, regarded the flames as nothing, and rushed straight into the flames, and the manic storm breathed out from the sun wheel sword.

Sensing the familiar breath in the flames, there was a few inaudible pause for a few milliseconds when he was fighting with Ban Tiangou alone.

It was obviously a flame that was enough to dry up the lake in the mountain after only the aftertaste, but the humans wrapped in it could only feel the warmth, the warmth that comes with courage.The light of the fire shines into the inner barrier, and the painful coldness of the body wound is no longer felt.

At the source of the flames, the two people, one black and one yellow, raised their knives at the same speed.

"Breath of Flame Ten Shapes"

There was no communication, no need to discuss in advance, the two uttered the exact same syllables in unison.

——'Phantom Sun'

The world paused briefly.

The violent burst of light is like the scorching sun in full bloom, driving away all the darkness that swallows and submerges this place, and the light occupies the entire space that is unobstructed.

The thick, liquid-like light can almost be sucked into the lungs, and the fine sawdust is blown away under the strong radiation.

Breath of the Sun! !

A sudden surge of fear climbed up his spine, and Onimai Tsuji didn't have time to stretch out his arms to block it. He looked around in a hurry, and fled into the small gap surrounded by the ruins in a panic, squeezing flesh and blood into the small space.

The breath of the sun, which is infinitely close to the origin of all breathing methods, is a sphere condensed by violently burning flames. The dazzling and blooming light has replaced the sun hidden to the other side of the world, dispelling darkness for the silent world.

Hei Simou covered the six eyeballs with his arms, and the compound eyes that were too late to close were spurred by the sudden burst of light, and liquid flowed down his face.

"The sun, why did it appear at this wrong time!"

He was eagerly looking for a hiding place, but he opened his eyes with difficulty, but all he could see was white light.

The burnt smell infiltrated into his nostrils, and the purple kimono with snake pattern ignited into dust. Sparks invaded the unburned fabric like climbing insects, and the burning method spread rapidly without flame.

No, this is not the sun.

Hei Si Mou knocked down the Undead River who was about to attack, and pulled off the nearest carp sail to block the dazzling light, and looked left and right to search for a hiding place, but his heart was shaken.

Breath of the day.

This is Ji Guo Yuan Yi's Breath of the Sun.

It is the thought that he has been obsessed with in this life and cannot be let go.

Why did it still appear here when it was clearly cut off? !The breathing method that has been practiced for decades or hundreds of years without a trace... Even after death, he still refuses to let go, entangled and entangled!

He wished he could appear in front of the user of the Breath of the Day now, wipe that person's neck with a sharp knife in his hand, and make the Breath of the Sun disappear from history.

"Where are you looking?"

The flexible and hard whip-shaped blade wraps around Hei Simou's ankle, blocking his steps, and the woman who is born with strange strength uses the heavy columnar boulder to burst out the strength that Hei Simou can't break free for a while.

"This is where you will die!"

The 'sunlight' was still glaring, and the scorched black traces spread all the way to Heishimou's bare skin, starting from the abdominal muscles and spreading to both ends of the body, and fine ash scattered into the air with the scorching waves.

"Don't get in the way!"

He was about to swing a blow at Bright Yellow Crescent, but he was slowed down for a moment because of his scorching body, and was blocked between the curved blades by Yi Hei who was coming up.

At the same time, Shi Tou pierced straight through the immobilized 'Qi' due to the 'sunlight', and the long stalemate ended with the ashes of four similar-looking ghosts.

Both hands were scorched black by the thunderbolt lightning, and the entire left arm and left chest were numb. There was a big hole pierced by the tin rod in the abdomen, and the warm blood that flowed out had just been dried by the flames.Shi Tou spread out his arms and looked himself up and down.

Well, it doesn't matter.

He retracted the knife from a small group of ashes, jumped and galloped towards the core of the source of sunlight.