[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

All the monster energy covering the sky was concentrated on Fusangshen's blade.

The sky can no longer see the sunlight, only the wanton sweeping demon aura intertwine and confront the bloody flames, as if they are about to be entangled and fall into hell together.

"Sanriyue Temple," Ma Cangye Wang controlled the fire spirit, using the palm of the spirit body as a weapon, and confronted the blade wrapped in evil spirit, "only with the evil energy of corruption, the center where the spirit energy gathers will be turned into filth. This place is just like the Heian capital that fell because of you thousands of years ago..."

"It's just that, how long can you last for this kind of power that costs your life?"

Only Blade responded to him.

Affected by the demonization, Fu Sangshen's originally beautiful eyes like a crescent moon have turned into ghost eyes with golden pupils on a black background, and now, a thin line of blood is silently dripping from these eyes.

Like blood and tears, it slid down his cheeks.

'Mr. Mikazuki...'

'Mr. Crescent Moon. '

All around his ears was the voice of the child calling to him.Joy, anticipation, dependence... mixed with memory, shattered into thousands of tiny blades, piercing his soul.

'Mr. Sanriyue, I don't want you to die, please don't die, okay? '

Yes... It was just this prayer that his heart began to shake, and he could no longer cut off the fate with that child as he had imagined, and lead the night of the ghosts he created to disappear.

So now, he was punished.

With a bang, Fu Sangshen's blade cut through the floor of the shrine, and stone chips flew all over the place.

"Hey, crescent moon!"

Smiling Qingjiang's voice seemed to come from far away: "Are you crazy? Do you want to take this land and fall into the ghost realm together!"

Fall into ghostland?

The fallen Fu Sangshen slightly tilted his head, a smile flashed across his eyes, he raised his sleeves to cover half of his face, and smiled without any malice.

Haha... that's not bad either.

The black air wrapped around his blade faded away inch by inch, revealing the beautiful blade of Five Swords Under Heaven, Fu Sangshen smiled and raised the blade.

He moves like a gentleman.It seemed that he was not going to fight with his life, but was standing among the blooming night cherry blossoms, and wanted to meet the flying falling flowers with the blade.

However, the demonic aura around him surged suddenly, and the more turbulent miasma whizzed around him, layer upon layer, like a cocoon flowing with curses.

'Mr. Sanriyue, Mr. Sanriyue. '

Hey... I heard that child's call again.

The fallen Fu Sangshen slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Do you feel lonely?She is alone, how can she safely let her set foot on the land of the underworld alone.

So, without further ado--

"Mr. Sanriyue!"

The fallen Fu Sangshen was startled.

His eyes that had changed into golden pupils with a black background were innocently opened, as if immersed in a fragile dream like a bubble, he slowly turned his head.

A ray of light, passing through the turbulent miasma around him, flew carelessly, and landed behind him.

Then the space seemed to melt away, and suddenly countless fluorescent lights danced like a beautiful and vast snow.In this light, the girl slowly walked towards him through the demonic aura.

Her whole body was covered with a layer of faint fluorescent light, light and floating, like a wisp of green smoke, but extremely real.

The clothes on his body are no longer the ones just now, but the uniforms that girls like most and wear most often in his memory, Chang Shi's uniform.

She came like this and smiled at him, half complaining, half feeling distressed: "Mr. Sanriyue, why did you make yourself like this?"

Fallen Huafusangshen's lips opened and closed, making a silent call.

He has fallen, and at the same time, he seems to have lost his voice. Even if he speaks, he can only spit out a series of meaningless hisses.

'Jojo'.

He called out.

Calling again.

——Jojo.

"Well," the girl seemed to hear it, she nodded, "it's me...I'm here."

"I'm back."

"Thanks for your hard work."

She walked to the side of Huahua Fusangshen, there seemed to be soft light waves in her eyes.

"It's very painful... the curse on your body is triggered together... it must be very painful."

She stretched out her hand, and gently caressed the cheek of Xianghua Fusangshen: "I will leave the rest to me. You can rest for a while."

The evil spirit suddenly faded away.

Starting from the place where the girl's fingers touched, the miasma entangled in the body of the fallen god, as if it had been purified, quickly faded away like melting snow.

A ray of light pierced the cursed 'cocoon' and went straight up to the sky. In the ray of light, the corners of the degenerated Fu Sangshen's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a soft smile.

Then slowly, it turned into a beautiful sword.

"..."

Lu Qiaoqiao stretched out her hand and stroked the Taidao. Her body was translucent, but her palm actually held the Taidao.

She held the body knife that Sanri Yuezong had transformed into in her hand, and then, the evil spirit covering the world slowly dissipated, turning into a layer of faint black smoke floating on the ground.

After the smoke, there was the calm face of King Ma Cang Ye.

The boy stood opposite, staring at Lu Qiaoqiao.

When he saw this scene, he didn't have much surprise on his face, he just sighed softly: "You're back again."

"You don't seem to be angry?"

Lu Qiaoqiao caressed her fingers on Mikazuki Zongjin's body, and then, a layer of spiritual light covered the blade, she let go, and the Taidao floated by her side like a spirit.

And beside her, the knife surrounding her like this didn't stop shaking.

California Qingguang, Shuzhumaru Hengji, Taidian Taiguangshi... all four swords, all of them are like this.

"I thought it would surprise you somewhat."

The girl stood among these flickering swords, as if chatting, and said to King Ma Cangye: "The way I am now is thanks to your mercy? Really... I always wanted to kill me, but I let it go." My soul."

She smiled slightly, and looked at Huo Ling behind King Ma Cangye: "Although that spirit body was born from nature, it can swallow a soul with strong spiritual power to strengthen itself? The way I am now, but I can see it very clearly...the souls crowded in its body should be the psychics killed by you, right?"

"It looks like you want to kill me, but in the end, you let my soul go again and again. I think...my soul is stronger than the ones that your fire spirit has swallowed, right?"

"So," she sighed softly, "what on earth are you thinking?"

"Now, I understand a little bit, why, you will gradually rely on that cursed power of vision."

"Because the human heart is really too unpredictable."

"..."

The only response to her was silence.

"Okay," Lu Qiaoqiao nodded understandingly, "It's really not the time to chat. Then—"

She raised her hand to King Ma Cang Ye: "Let's have a showdown."