[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Lu Qiaoqiao felt that her soul seemed to be pulled out of her body, floating lightly in nothingness.

She seemed to be on a battlefield, where there were fallen corpses and broken weapons everywhere, and the blood merged into a trickle, flowing past her feet.

That Fusangshen stood at the very center of the battlefield.

He was dressed in pitch black, and his pupils were like blood.

"Tsuraru... Kuninaga..." The person who was still struggling to survive seemed to be a god judge, and called out his name, "You, you..."

The light of the knife flashed, and there was no more sound.

Spiritual power poured into Fu Sangshen's body continuously along the pitch-black blade.

"Hey," said a familiar voice.The fluffy Shikigami bypassed the bloody water and jumped to his side, "Tsurumaru Temple, your technique has become more and more exquisite."

"I didn't expect the spiritual power of this government judge to be quite powerful." It wagged its tail and said with a smile, "It's indeed a god judge who has the courage to treat swords as consumables."

"Enough," Fu Sangshen said, "You came to see me, what's the matter?"

"Tsurumaruden, regarding your proposal, I have someone selected."

"what?"

"Have you forgotten?" it said with a smile, "——it's time to find a judge for 'Honmaru'."

Judge!

Lu Qiaoqiao's heart tightened, and she tried to move forward, but she could only hear Tsurumaru Kuninaga vaguely responding.

"It really scared me, did you find it so soon?" Fu Sangshen shook off the blood on the blade, "As soon as you step into the territory of Honmaru, your spiritual power will be drawn. The person you find can last live?"

"That child's strength, even I am amazed by it."

"Really," Tsurumaru Kuninaga put away the knife, "That's really—"

"Pity."

He turned and left.Immediately afterwards, the picture fell apart like melting snow.

Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't move, she could only watch the shattered colors in front of her eyes. Gradually, a long rocky staircase appeared in front of her, and the red torii gate went straight into the sky.

She landed on the ground again, this time, it was Honmaru who appeared in front of her eyes.

The palace gate was wide open, and it was the broken appearance in her memory, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga walked out of it and came face to face.

Lu Qiaoqiao was taken aback, just now he saw him standing on the battlefield full of corpses, but in the blink of an eye, it was such a scene again.

Before she could think about it, Fu Sangshen stopped in her tracks.

He turned around, but Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't see his expression, only heard him say in a slightly surprised tone: "Oh, you even showed up."

Then she saw a fluffy figure.Stepping on the shadow, walk out from the door.

"Tsuramaruden," the fox-like shikigami put his paws together, and said to Sangshin with a smile, "I'm under Fox's help."

Lu Qiaoqiao was suddenly blessed.

——Is this... continuous time travel?

The Fu Sangshen she just saw on the battlefield should have happened recently, and this scene...

Probably, before that, the more distant past.

"It's really getting better and better," she heard Fu Sangshen say, "What kind of surprises will there be in the future?"

"Thanks to you, Tsurumaru-den," Honosuke approached him with a smile, "The spiritual power you obtained from the God-inspector has also gradually recovered Honomaru."

"According to your current strength, most of the judges are not your opponents. If you are willing to give up the screening conditions and hunt and kill wantonly..."

The blade cut into its head, and Fox's words stopped.

"It's really strange that you are not dead." Fu Sangshen smiled slightly.

The little fox narrowed his eyes: "You are Honmaru's initial sword, and I am Honmaru's shikigami, of course you cannot kill me."

"You don't have to worry, since I am Honmaru's shikigami, I will naturally listen to your opinion. Although it is a pity, please continue to kill according to your heart."

"However," it said again, "this is not a long-term solution after all. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Are you listening to me?"

The corners of Fu Sangshen's mouth twitched slightly: "A life without a little bit of shock is boring to the point of dying. Since I even have you, why not go find a god judge."

"I see. Are you looking for a sacrifice? However, once there is a god judge, the sword that is still alive will definitely be attracted here."

"For the guy who can come here, is there any difference between being dead and alive?"

"What is 'alive' awakens 'us', whether it is a human being or a sword."

"Isn't that just right," Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled, "When the time comes, let those guys fall into the deepest place together."

His figure faded away.

The picture began to fall apart again, and finally disappeared completely.

The scenes that followed were not coherent. Most of the time, it was the figure of Tsurumaru Kuninaga rushing to the battlefield. He wandered between death and killing, as if he was tireless.

When it stopped again, he was lying on the trunk of a cherry tree, seemingly resting.

Lu Qiaoqiao watched quietly, and soon, a small voice came to her ears.

Two interrogators wearing priestess costumes walked into the shade of the tree, and they talked: "Have you heard?"

"what."

"...That is, there has been a dark-fallen Fu Sangshen incident."

"It's scary, that, the black-haired and red-eyed Tsurumaru Kuninaga, has already killed more than a dozen god judges."

"In the end what happened?"

"I still don't know...the government refuses to say anything. How could there be such a thing as a dark fall! It's too scary. Could it be that the knife in my pill..."

"Don't say any more, that Tsurumaru Kuninaga has already been convinced that it is the first case. Our Honmaru is still safe. We are god judges. We will judge the gods and distinguish the true from the false, and we will not fail to distinguish."

Fu Sangshen in the shade of the trees has opened his eyes, and his blood-red pupils are staring at the unconscious judge under the tree.

"Speaking of which, I found out that the god judges killed by him seem to be strict with swords..."

"Hey, I also remembered what I said. There was a rumor before that someone who was born in an aristocratic family didn't pass the examination at all, but because he caused trouble, he was stuffed into a Honmaru and put under house arrest in a disguised form. So that God judges, even swords..."

She couldn't finish the rest of the sentence.

Fu Sangshen fell from the shade of the trees and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Yo."

The judge let out a scream, and her voice was blurred together with the picture. Lu Qiaoqiao only heard Tsurumaru Kuninaga say coldly: "If you don't want to be killed, just disappear quickly."

Then it ceased to exist.

Darkness enveloped her vision, and time seemed to stop. Gradually, a vague sound came to her ears, as if someone was howling in pain.

That voice was a little too pitiful, as if it had endured enough pain to shatter the soul.

A figure slowly appeared, and it took a long time before Lu Qiaoqiao recognized that the one almost drenched in dark red blood was Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

He half-kneeled on the ground, holding a knife in one hand, soaked in blood, and even his white hair was dripping with blood.

Beside him, metal fragments were scattered all over the place.There are so many that at first glance, it seems that the courtyard is covered.

"Nice job," said a drunken voice. "Hahaha, beautifully killed everyone, I want to reward you."

It was a young man who was speaking, he was wearing a gorgeous hunting suit, a white tie covering his face, and his skirt was covered with splashed blood, but he didn't seem to care at all, and happily clapped his hands. Start: "Look, what a rare sight!"

"God? Hahaha, it's just a lowly monster. A monster that only manifests itself with spiritual power can deceive those ordinary people. How dare you trap me here..."

"Why! You just killed a few guys who offended me, and you are going to put me under house arrest! Let me repent? You still have to be in the same room with monsters!"

"However," he changed his tone again, "It's quite interesting to see you killing each other. You don't respond to how you beat them on weekdays. It's really boring, but in order to survive, you can kill your companions while crying. Hahahaha, it's really exciting!"

Holding the wine bottle, he staggered to Fu Sangshen's side, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped on his face, as if crushing an ant: "You are... oh, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, hahaha, it's you, are you happy? Tell me, it's fun!"

"It doesn't matter if you're all dead, just recognize the reality, as long as there are materials, they can be continuously forged. God? Hahaha, it's just a consumable item."

"Do you understand?" He stepped on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's cheek and kicked vigorously: "Do you understand!"

Lu Qiaoqiao stood aside and could only watch without saying a word. Her eyes passed through Tsurumaru Kuninaga and landed on the metal fragments all over the floor.Suddenly there is a sense of trance.

A lot of information poured into her mind intermittently.

——The owner of this hommaru is a young man from a family.Outstanding talent and powerful spiritual power.The future is bright.

He was also the first batch of God examiners to join the job, although he did not pass any assessment at all.

This Honmaru was also specially built for him, carefully selected and extremely gorgeous.Just to please him.Every once in a while, the government sends him resources.

Such generous treatment is just for him to stay in this pill safely.For this purpose, he will tolerate anything.What's more--just kill some insignificant fusangshen?

It's just an artifact that can be produced indefinitely.

The daily torture is not interesting enough, so let them fight each other, like fighting insects, put them in a narrow area to fight each other, won't you?It doesn't matter, there are ways to make them submit.

"Hahaha..." The judge was still laughing, he seemed to be tired at last, and moved his feet away from Tsurumaru Kuninaga's face.

"Okay, this is your reward." He stretched out his hand, as if calling a dog, "Come on, stand up."

"After killing all your companions, you can live for a while, hahaha..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The sharp blade pierced his heart.Precise and neat.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned over from the ground, his face was covered with a mixture of blood and mud, only a pair of eyes, blood-colored, like a ghost, stared coldly at the judge.

"Are you careless?" Fu Sangshen turned the handle of the knife, "I didn't respond when you kicked me, so do you think I have completely lost my mobility?"

"How about such a fright."

"Tsuraru...Kuninaga..." Blood froth spit out from the mouth of the god judge, "Curse you! You will..."

His head flew high, Fu Sangshen drew out his knife, and cut off his head with one blow.

"...Shouluo, An Ding is my favorite, so I don't care."

With a plop, the body of the judge fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Sangshen's knife was quickly dyed black from the tip.

'Curse you! '

The words full of malice seemed to echo in the pill.

"No matter how bad your character is, you came from a family after all. You have some means," Fu Sangshen said calmly, "But I don't want to die."

"Even if I have to live in the most unbearable posture. I can't just die."

——Let’s fall.

In this way, he fell, devouring the souls of the cursed and god judges, and used them as nourishment to live on.

Fu Sangshen's figure seemed to be distorted, not only him, but the entire Honmaru seemed to be shaking.

Endless thick black mist evaporated from the ground, his clothes seemed to be covered with ink, and instantly turned into pitch black, and his snow-colored hair began to change color from the tip of his hair.

In this pill, Fu Sangshen, who died full of resentment, appeared one by one.

"This is really... Should I say that I was frightened?"

"I influenced you."

"Never mind."

He raised the knife and suddenly stabbed it into his heart.

"In the way of death, crossing the boundary between the eternal world and the next world, what kind of surprises will I have when I wake up again?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga fell down.

Without the support of spiritual power, the pill fell apart like a sand sculpture, and the body of the god judge dissipated like a bubble.

But there is another illusory shadow, born from the original Honmaru, falling down together with Tsurumaru Kuninaga, in the ups and downs of darkness, new resentment is added every moment, countless swords come from there Falling from the bright world, even though he died, he was resentful and unwilling.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... It's hard to measure.

Ah... is this the truth?

Cruel and natural...

Lu Qiaoqiao opened his eyes.

She was in total darkness.Countless swords floated beside her, incomplete, broken into pieces, broken from them...

This is... a cemetery of swords.

Die but not reconciled, resentful but hard to forgive.The soul is already incomplete, only remembering to burn all the hatred.

This soil full of pain, piled up, is the Honmaru.