[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Lying in a pool of blood, Umura looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was covered in pitch black, holding the girl in his arms, holding a sword, and walking step by step.

This scene is so familiar. Not long ago, in the Honmaru of the god-inspector No. 71, the fusangshen jumped out from the shadow of the girl and touched his blade, like a god enveloped in murderous intent, easily beat him.

"Cough..." The corner of the man's mouth hidden under the ghost's face overflowed with blood foam, he turned his head with difficulty, and in his blood-stained sight, a sharp blade lay beside him.

——It's Tong Tianguan Zhenguo.

'Same Tanuki...'

Yucun silently called Da Dao's name—it was not quite accurate to say the name, Tong Tian Guan Zhenguo, is the name of a sword system, famous for its sharpness.Just like "Yao Dao Muramasa" does not only refer to a sword; in this world, under the command of thousands of god judges, there are also countless swords called "Tong Tian Guan Zheng Guo" to pay for the gods.

It's just that the Tongtian Guan Zhenguo who fought side by side with him all the way to today has been broken in his hands.

"..."

Ghost face Yucun, his fingers were slightly stiff due to blood loss, groping in the pool of blood, and finally, he grasped the handle of the Duanren Tongtian Kanzhenguo.

Clang——

The huge inner room of the Bailu Hall became a battlefield of swords and lights. Tsurumaru Kuninaga did not let go of Lu Qiaoqiao, but hugged her in his arms, and with extremely swift movements, he quickly approached Huai's side, quickly Slash.

He only holds the saber with one hand, but in terms of saber technique, it is better than that of the young man with a faceless face. His body Tai Dao sliced ​​through the air, and afterimages like flowing water appeared, every time he was close to the blade of the Sanri Yuezong held by Huai. When it collides, it will make a vibrato like a buzzer.

"Tsk."

At such a close distance, Lu Qiaoqiao heard the young man hiss impatiently, so in the next second, Fu Sangshen inexplicably and abruptly put away his offensive.Quickly leap back.

The wind suddenly sounded in Lu Qiaoqiao's ears, Tsurumaru Kuninaga embraced her, and quickly retreated to the other end of the wide room, the arm around her waist was tensed, dragging her to bend and kneel, and the Taidao stabbed into it with a clang. ground.

The Egret Hall suddenly trembled!Immediately afterwards, a huge air current rushed head-on!

—— Huai raised Sanri Yue Zongjin, and swung the saber down.

At this moment, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice was still steady, and he said gently in her ear: "Hold me tight."

"Tsuramaru-kun?" Lu Qiaoqiao only had time to ask this short question, and saw a cold saber aura, like a crescent moon, magnified infinitely in her pupils.

All sounds stopped, and then the buzzer suddenly sounded!

The sword qi collided with the blade of Taidao Tsurumaru Kuninaga head-on, broke through it, and hit both sides, and the solid wall of the White Heron Hall suddenly shattered like bean dregs!

Just the air flow from the saber qi cut Lu Qiaoqiao's skin sorely, and the smoke filled the air. She was choking and coughing continuously, and in the dim eyes of tears, I saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand holding the hilt of the saber was wiped away by blood. It was cut open like a bone, and blood flowed down the armor, soaking the blade.

"Tsuramaru-kun..." As soon as Lu Qiaoqiao opened his mouth, the tears that filled his eyes immediately fell.

"Ah, I'm so scared, I'm so scared," Tsurumaru Kuninaga opened his eyes wide, "Are these tears shed for me?"

He was holding a knife in one hand, and the other was around Lu Qiaoqiao's waist, so he couldn't free both hands, he could only blink his eyes helplessly, and then stuck out his tongue with lightning speed.

In this smoky, murderous small room, Fu Sangshen lightly licked the corners of Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes.

"It's okay, just a little injury." He slightly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled as usual, "Don't cry...I will be broken because of it."

Lu Qiaoqiao: "...(⊙⊙)."

—A-Actually, part of the reason is that the dust dazzles the eyes...

Her lips were opened and closed, and she couldn't utter the words no matter what.

"Huh," with a slight snort, the young man wearing a phantom dragged Sanri Yuezong towards him slowly, "It's really a touching sentiment."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga helped Lu Qiaoqiao stand up, pushed her behind her, and smiled lightly: "What's the matter, are you jealous, single dog."

"...Imperial Royal Family, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, do you also like to play tricks?"

The smoke dissipated, and Huai stood tens of meters away. He watched with satisfaction the mess he caused when he swung his saber down, "How about it, Fu Sangshen, even if your saber technique is indeed better than mine, but The power is far less than that."

"Because you devoured more swords to pay the mourning god's power?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked coldly.

This question is like a sharp knife cutting through the air, extremely sharp, pointing directly at the core.

"The Sanri Yue Zongjin in your hand." Fu Sangshen waved his hand lightly, shaking off the blood on the blade, his tone was cold, "It was directly condensed by divine power."

"That kind of saber energy... how much did you suffer?" He snorted slightly, "Do you want to make me feel awed by the power obtained in this way? It's ridiculous."

It's not the entity, nor the spiritual power, but the original power of Fusangshen.

Lu Qiaoqiao whispered: "The art of seizing the gods."

——The people of the Six Parts have a special technique that can directly apply Fu Sangshen to themselves, similar to the magic of asking the god to possess the body, but the initiative is in the hands of the six parts who perform the spell.

This technique is the technique of possessing the spirit.

And the technique of seizing the gods... goes one step further, just like the name of the technique.

"A technique that can directly devour and capture Fu Sangshen's power..." Lu Qiaoqiao frowned, "As expected, you are..."

——The person who killed Qian Feng.

"So what, no matter what method you use, you have nothing to do with me now," Huai smiled softly, his voice was soft and smooth, and it sounded like he was chatting with someone this time, "Besides, why are you How about making such a grand gesture, the black Tsurumaru Kuninaga?"

"You used to be the dark fallen god who hung at the top of the six books." He said softly, "It is said that the first strike of the dark fallen sword killed the master, killed the companions, hunted the god judges, retrograde troops, and even inspected the gods. The Messenger of Non-violation...is majestic and majestic, which once made those idiots in the sixth part frightened."

"You must have gained a lot of power through hunting." He raised his hand and pressed it on the virtual face, as if he had seen something extremely ridiculous, "That's why he was able to resist for so long."

"Now, by showing this image of loyally protecting the Lord, can you wash away everything you have done in the past, Black Crane?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's expression remained unchanged, but his hands tightened slightly, and he clenched the handle of the knife tightly.

"You know me very well, you deserve to be lurking in Liubu." He raised his hand, tore off the fabric of his sleeve, and slowly wrapped it around the handle of the knife to increase the friction and prevent it from slipping due to the wetness of blood. I don't want the blade to touch such a disgusting existence like you, but..."

He raised the knife.

"Let me try it first, whether the power you are proud of is as invincible as you wish."

"Out of control."

Huai said in a very soft voice.

Before the end sound fell, the black Fusangshen suddenly disappeared from the spot!

Huai raised the saber without hesitation, and the Sanri Yuezongjin in his hand suddenly swayed away thousands of afterimages, as if it had turned into a thousand hundred vibrations, and the aura of the saber spread out like flowing water, enveloping him.

In the next second, the crisp sound of metal and iron clashing shook the air, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's figure seemed to appear out of thin air, and the blade cut towards Huai's neck like a ghost.

"Oh oh, is this your real speed? It's several times faster than before." Huai said relaxedly. Get up, "Speaking of... your strength is also shocking."

The young man's tone was full of admiration: "As expected of the legendary black crane, it's a pity that Fu Sangshen, who has fallen in the dark, can't be used by me."

"Then, for the sake of your hard work," he held up Sankayue Zongjin's blade in a loose manner under Fu Sangshen's impenetrable attack, "I'll let you..." Just break it off .

He didn't finish the sentence.

The empty-faced young man who raised the knife seemed to have been hit hard, and his body froze suddenly.The saber energy that had been surrounding him suddenly seemed to stop flowing, and there was a short gap.

"It's behind you." Fu Sangshen said leisurely in a cold tone, the blade suddenly pierced into the gap of the blade's energy like thunder!

Huai was pierced through the shoulder with almost no resistance. The sharp blade cut through his bones, flesh, and skin in an instant, and the icy knife energy wrapped around the blade cut his neck like a sharp blade. A slender wound opened!

"Ugh——" the young man cried out in pain from under his face, his body staggered, and suddenly collapsed, half kneeling on the ground.Sanri Yue Zongjin, who had been held in his hands all this time, was suddenly faintly visible like a phantom because of the impact Huai received.

But he reacted quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, the saber energy surrounding him began to flow violently again.

"Tsk." Tsurumaru Kuninaga sighed regretfully, the blade that was about to cut off the young man's head had to be retracted, Fu Sangshen's sleeves stretched out like black wings.

He jumped several times in the air before he landed leisurely and stopped beside Lu Qiaoqiao.

"Master," Tsurumaru asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Lu Qiaoqiao's chest rose and fell, and a drop of sweat rolled down her forehead. She raised her hands, as if they were clasped, and pointed in Huai's direction.

"Well," she shook her head, "I'm fine."

"Hmm..." Huai half-kneeled on the ground, covered her shoulders with her hands, and said in disbelief, "It's you?"

He looked at Lu Qiaoqiao.

"What did you just...do?"

Lu Qiaoqiao slowly put down her hand. It wasn't until this moment that she realized that because of her nervousness and concentration, she actually forgot to breathe just now.

She took a deep breath first, and then said: "You...you are... so strange to ask."

She worked hard and put on a look of disdain: "Why, maybe, tell the enemy... What method did you use to deal with him. I...cough cough cough, I am not an idiot,"

"Pfft."

She heard Fu Sangshen chuckle.

Then, the warm palm gently patted her head.

"Thank you, master."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga rubbed Lu Qiaoqiao's hair with the hand that was not stained with blood: "However, leave it to me next."

While speaking, he attacked Huai again.

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qiaoqiao only felt the wind blowing slightly, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga was no longer around him.

Panting lightly, she wiped off the sweat that dripped from her nervousness, and focused on the empty-faced youth who was half kneeling on the ground.

She doesn't know any skills, but she is very proficient in one thing.

simulation.

Simulated with spiritual power.

Or... resonance?

A long time ago, Lu Qiaoqiao vaguely discovered that she seemed to be able to see through the essence of some things very simply. It was precisely because of this almost terrifying insight that she was able to fumble and create flawless things with only her spiritual power. 'Virtual face'.

It is precisely because of this that when her soul sank into the abyss of Honmaru.The thousands of remnants of swords and swords who accompanied her day and night gave her an instinctive understanding of "swords and swords to pay mourning gods".

By deconstructing the sword, simulating the shape of each sword with spiritual power, and then arousing the resonance of the sword, this method is what she once used——

Er Zhenling.

Lu Qiaoqiao stared closely at Huai. In her eyes, only the young man with a blank face was left. She couldn't see Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was constantly probing around him and brandishing a knife, and she couldn't hear the fighting that resounded throughout the Bailu Hall. sounded.

It's now!

Lu Qiaoqiao suddenly raised her hand, as if she was holding a knife handle, she clasped her hands——

It should be an empty palm, but she seems to be holding something. It is extremely heavy, like several swords and swords, superimposed on each other.

Inexplicably, Lu Qiaoqiao recalled the empty knife holder in the surgery box with the inscription 'San Ri Yue Zong Near'.

...Is it all here?

Er Zhenling can only imitate one knife at a time, this is because she cannot be distracted, but this vibration of 'San Ri Yue Zong Jin' is so special and heavy.

It was also because of this that she was so tired that she was constantly sweating after casting Er Zhenling just now.

But... that's 'Sankai Yuezongjin'.

No matter which one it is, it is the one she knows, Fu Sangshen like the bright moon.

"Hewan-kun—" Lu Qiaoqiao suddenly said loudly, "It's now!"

"Understood." Tsurumaru Kuninaga let out a brisk and high-pitched laugh, he leaped high, his sleeves stretched out like wings.

But at this moment, perhaps because of being too focused, many 'lines' faintly appeared in Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes.

These 'threads' wandered like spider silk, and they were exactly the same as those she saw outside the Regent's Department, but at this moment, she finally saw the core of the 'threads' clearly——

It is pagoda tree.

At the same time that the Taidao youth jumped away, the 'lines' wandering around Huai suddenly gathered towards him.

Immediately afterwards, in Lu Qiaoqiao's sight, the empty-faced youth became 'hardened' for no reason.

It was as if——he became a fusion of thousands of swords.

With the edge of a blade, against the edge of a thousand blades.

"No, you can't—" Lu Qiaoqiao's voice suddenly tightened, "Tsuramaru-kun, come back quickly! You will break it! Like Mr. Umura's knife..."

puff-

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing did not resound, but the sound of a sharp blade sliding into the flesh.In the splash of blood, Ghost Face Yucun's arm flew high, and then fell to the ground.

Only half of Tongtian Guanzhengguo remained, together with the handle of the knife, split from it, completely... shattered.

"Thanks for your hard work, Tong Tianguan," Yucun's hoarse voice sounded, "I rely on you to get through the critical moment."

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Qiaoqiao finally came back to her senses. She was stunned: "Mr. Yucun...?"

Just now, at that critical moment, Guimian Yucun suddenly grabbed Fu Sangshen's arm and threw him back, avoiding the danger of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blade colliding with Huai.

Then, he raised his hand and blocked the only half of Tongtian Kanzhenguo in front of him, facing the attack of the empty face youth with a human body.

"Rain Village..."

Huai's voice sounded sinister, "What's the matter, the ghost face of Liubu, are you going to join forces with this fallen Fu Sangshen?"

"Even if he is that black crane, he is wanted by the Six Departments, which has nothing to do with you." Yucun said coldly.

"Hey," Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a little taken aback, "Are you okay?"

He got an indifferent glance in response.

Ghost Mian Yucun is still the stubborn and stubborn person who treats him as nothing. He silently raised his remaining hand, tore off the rags from his sleeve, and tightly tied the broken arm tightly.

"Yu, Mr. Yucun," Lu Qiaoqiao said in a trembling voice, "You, your arm...you shed a lot of blood..."

"I can't die for the time being," Yucun said coldly, "Shut up."

He bound the wound tightly.

"Huai," Guimian's voice was full of mixed flavors, "What you're performing is indeed... the art of seizing the gods."

"...Yes." Huai said softly, "You want to stand in front of me with your dying body, just to ask this question?"

"Then... Qian Feng..."

"Ah, although everyone thinks that the so-called God Seizing Technique was created by Qian Feng, but in fact..."

He let out a chuckle, "I researched it with her."

"Speaking of which, the art of possessing the gods is actually not what you think," he said in a leisurely tone. "You all think that the art of seizing the gods evolved from the art of possessing the gods. You are wrong. It is actually It is the failed product of me and Qianfeng."

"In order to obtain more experimental data, this technique will be presented to Laosi."

He smiled softly: "In the past days, you have really worked hard, Yucun, for providing great data support for my idea."

Yucun was silent.

"However, after finally achieving success..." the virtual-faced youth let go of the hand that had been covering his shoulders, and pressed his blood-stained fingers on the mask, as if he was covering his face helplessly because of discomfort. Like, "Qian Feng...she regretted it."

"what?"

"She regrets it, Yucun," Huai's voice sounded infinitely disappointed, "As you often said, she was finally bewitched by Fu Sangshen."

"She loves her Honmaru, her swords. She refuses the birth of this technique, and wants to destroy it," Huai said softly, "She...betrayed me at the end."

Is that so?

Lu Qiaoqiao felt a sudden feeling in her heart.

This is the truth about "Killing God Qianfeng" back then.

——'Same as you...the master, her spiritual power is very warm and gentle. '

In a daze, such vague but firm words sounded in Lu Qiaoqiao's ears.

"This kind of technique shouldn't exist!" Yucun said flatly.

"Then why do you still use the technique of possessing the spirit, Yucun," Huai retorted, "Stop being hypocritical, the technique of possessing the spirit is only one step away from seizing the spirit."

"..."

Yucun was silent for a long time before he asked seriously: "Huai, what are you longing for?"

"strength."

The young man with a virtual face said firmly.

"Just for this, you killed Qianfeng..." Anger appeared in Yucun's voice, "Even, on your body... how many Fusangshen did you devour!"

"Not enough!" Huai suddenly raised his voice, he opened his arms, "What I need is far from enough!"

"It's not enough, Yucun!" He seemed crazy, "You don't understand, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the familiar stiffness suddenly attacked him again.Tsurumaru Kunei approached like a ghost: "It's really full of flaws."

This time, the Taidao's blade cut through the saber energy emitted by Sanri Yue Zongjin, and hit the young man's virtual face heavily.

"That's right, it's the 'noodles', there are a lot of threads condensed on it!" Lu Qiaoqiao said loudly, she wiped off her sweat, and then said to Yucun, "Mr. Yucun... how can you just start chatting like this!"

"Anyway, we have to defeat the enemy first. I almost took the script of the villain!" Don't you know how many villains have set the flag of 'talking too much'.

"You..." Yucun let out a low cry of astonishment.Then, he heard a sharp cry.

That was from Huai. The young man leaned back, clasped his fingers tightly on his face, and the scream that came out of his mouth did not seem like what a human being could make, but was more inclined to be produced when a sword was hit. beep.

His virtual face was cut open by Tsurumaru Eunaga firmly, and from that gap, flowing 'Qi' like mist surged out.

"Oh, you really scared me." Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt the blade was hot, he didn't hesitate anymore, he turned back quickly, and with a few steps, he returned to Lu Qiaoqiao's side.

"Tsuramaru-kun," Lu Qiaoqiao was a little surprised, "This is... what's wrong?"

"...This is divine power." It was Yucun who answered her, and the ghost-faced man whispered, "The divine power of Fusangshen swallowed by Huai."

In the center of the Bailu Hall, the young man with a virtual face seemed to be immersed in steam. He covered his face, screaming in pain intermittently, staggering on his feet, and constantly turning around in place.

crackling—

There was a cracking sound from his virtual face, but this tiny sound made Huai extremely terrified, and it was even more difficult for him to accept than his constant loss of divine power: "No——"

boom!

His virtual face was completely shattered.

The virtual face was originally made of spiritual power, at this moment, a little bit of spiritual light leaked from between the young man's fingers, and in the gradually fading mist, the true face of 'Huai' finally appeared in Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes.

"Eh--"

Even though she hated this person, Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

What appeared in her line of sight was a 'face' that could not be called human at all.

It should have appeared after being burned by an extremely violent flame, and the facial features had almost melted.

This has always been a young man who has been hiding behind the scenes and creating all kinds of tragedies;

—had a face that had been burned beyond recognition by the flames.

"Tsuramaru Kuninaga..." He opened his mouth and let out a hateful murmur.

"Huai, your face—"

Almost subconsciously, when Yucun spoke, Huai raised his sleeves to cover his face.After a while, he seemed to realize how ridiculous this cover-up act was, and slowly lowered his hand.

"Yucun," even so, he still lowered his head slightly, letting the long hair on both sides hang down, slightly covering his face, "I was seen by you."

"How is this going?"

"This is why I need strength, Yucun," the young man said in a low voice, "Only strength can support me, and I can take revenge—"

"Revenge?" Yucun seemed shocked.He stared blankly at Huai's unrecognizable face at first, and then said angrily, "Just because of this?"

"It's easy for you to say."

"Huai, I will never kill my best friend because of hatred!"

"Have you ever tasted the burning of your soul, Yucun?" Huai asked coldly.

"..."

"If you haven't tried it, what qualifications do you have to make assumptions here!"

"How did your face get burned like this?"

When this question was mentioned, Huai was silent.

"Who did it?" Yucun asked again.

"Ah... who is it?" Huai said lightly, "If I have to say it, it's—'God'."

Like a fanatic, he raised his head suddenly, as if he wanted to pierce through the zenith of the Egret Hall, see the vast sky, and see the "God" sitting in his eyes above the clouds: "It's not the sword that pays the gods." Guys who have the name of 'God' but are vulnerable! That's the real God's gesture, God's power!"

"Only by seeing it can we understand how insignificant what we think of as 'powerful' is!"

"Yumura, I did it for revenge," he lowered his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said suddenly, "but it's also because——I've awakened!"

"As long as you master that kind of powerful power," he raised his hand, his tone fascinated, "as long as you master it, then I can also..."

"Enough said?"

Huai's voice stopped abruptly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blade passed through his chest from behind him.

"I'm not interested in listening to your fantasies." Fu Sangshen came quietly behind the young man, without the saber aura surrounding him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blade was almost unhindered, and he easily Pierced Huai's vitals.

Blood dripped down the sword of Fu Sangshen, dripping onto the ground, Tsurumaru Kunyong felt that it wasn't enough, so he resolutely turned the handle of the knife.

"...As expected of a black crane," Huai opened his mouth, a line of blood froth slipped down the corner of his mouth, obviously he suffered serious internal injuries, but he smiled, "But, I thought... I could kill him like this... me!"

At this moment, in Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes, the 'thread' that had been cut by Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blade suddenly clung to Huai's body as if it had come to life.

"Tsuramaru-kun!" She hurriedly called Fusangshen's name, Tsurumaru Kuninaga immediately understood, pulled out the blade without hesitation, and quickly retreated from Huai's side.

"Tsk..." The young man let out a regretful sigh, until now, his gaze turned to Lu Qiaoqiao again.

As if admiring, he said softly: "What a pair of 'pure' eyes. It really hindered me a lot."

"Having suffered such severe injuries, but still not dead?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his eyebrows slightly, "I pierced your heart."

"...He seems to be continuously injected with strength." Lu Qiaoqiao frowned, "It's from..."

She looked in the direction of these 'lines', and finally stopped at the sealed door in front of the magic box: "It came from the magic box!"

"That's right, you can really see it." Huai sighed softly, "Only from the perspective of a god judge, what a suitable piece of jade you are."

"The technique of seizing the gods, since it can capture Fu Sangshen's divine power," the young man's tone seemed to be seeking praise, "naturally it can also capture Fu Sangshen's 'life force'."

Even though she was already prepared, this answer still shocked Lu Qiaoqiao.

The last place that puzzled her has also been solved.

"...Mr. Yucun said that you work in the pharmacy of the Ministry of Prisons. In this way, it makes sense. You are deliberately staying in this humble position in the pharmacy."

"Even if you have access to the magic box, it is not easy to attract the attention of others."

"No wonder..." She recalled the information that the polarizing knives had told her.

'We have all served in six departments'

'Originally there were many brothers...but gradually...everyone disappeared'

……

…………

'There is no reason at all!After we were injured, they put us in the box! '

"Put the Fusangshen who serve in the six departments and already have a human body... that is, have 'life force', in batches, one by one, into the magic box that you have transformed, and in the end, they will all be in the dark , become your nourishment."

In that darkness, how many lives of mourning gods have been swallowed up?

That's why 'Honmaru' is so restless.

Because 'Honmaru' is originally a cemetery where thousands of swords are piled up.

"This is the first time I...felt what 'unforgivable' is." Lu Qiaoqiao said softly, she raised her head and looked directly into Huai's eyes, "You have done many, many, unforgivable things. "

"Unforgivable?" Huai snorted softly, "So what, can you punish me?"

"As long as I have this magic box, I won't die. God judge."

Lu Qiaoqiao remained silent.

"Besides—" he actually smiled under Lu Qiaoqiao's gaze, "You will soon know that everything is futile in front of such power."

"What do you want to do?"

"God judge," Huai actually asked at this moment, "do you know your own value?"

"……I?"

"That's right." He stretched out his hand, pointing at Lu Qiaoqiao as if pointing to the truth, "Your value."

"Are you referring to my spiritual power?" Lu Qiaoqiao hesitated, "You seem to be very thirsty for spiritual power."

Unexpectedly, Huai sneered, "Spiritual power?"

"That kind of thing, you can have as much as you want. Although it is difficult for an individual's strength to reach a certain height, it can be compensated by quantity."

"But among individuals, there are occasional exceptions, such as you—"

In his eyes, an almost intoxicated light radiated: "Spiritual power is rare, but that doesn't matter. What you really amazed me is your...soul!"

"It's so strong, it's like gold and iron that have been tempered by fire. The impurities have been removed, leaving only the purest part. Even because of this, let your eyes see through most of the 'arts' in this world."

"Such a rare soul, after a hundred years, it will be difficult to find another one!"

"You're talking crazy," Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly stepped forward, blocking Lu Qiaoqiao behind him, "Are you coveting my master's soul in front of me?"

Fu Sangshen was very close to the girl, so Lu Qiaoqiao could hear him muttering afterwards: "Those guys, why haven't they come yet?"

"Are you waiting for your companion, Fu Sangshen." Unexpectedly, Huai heard it too, and he smiled, "It's really naive looking forward to it."

"Yumura, you might as well tell them," his tone contained a gloomy pleasure, "Once there is a change in the regent, the outermost 'broken curtain' will fall, let alone the sword, even the real one The gods of the Kingdom of Clouds, if they were a little weaker, would not be able to penetrate the barrier of the broken screen and enter the Regency Department."

"Mr. Yucun, is this true!" Lu Qiaoqiao asked in surprise.

Ghost face Yucun remained silent.

"Hahaha," Huai opened his arms and let out a big laugh, "I was surprised that you were able to summon this Zhenhemaru Kuninaga, but obviously...fate is on my side of."

"The support you are looking forward to will not come."

"Then," he panted lightly, obviously even with the support of the magic box, this tossing and tossing took a lot of his physical strength, "it's time to get to the point."

"Congratulations, God Judge," he said to Lu Qiaoqiao with a smile on his face, "This is a secret that neither Liubu, Yucun, nor Shenyu...all know, and it is also the reason why I need your soul."

While speaking, he raised his hand and lightly pressed it against the wall of Bailu Hall.

The solid Egret Hall exploded, no, not only the Egret Hall, but Lu Qiaoqiao inexplicably felt that the entire Regent Department was shaking!

"Huai, what did you do?"

Yucun asked loudly.

"Isn't it faster to see with your own eyes?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't hesitate, he opened his arms, turned around and hugged Lu Qiaoqiao, the ground shook, and large stones kept falling down.

This scene, however, felt familiar to Lu Qiaoqiao——

"Go to the narrow passage leading to the magic box! It won't collapse there!" she said suddenly.As soon as the words fell, I felt my body lighten, Tsurumaru Kuninaga hugged her, and quickly swept towards the closed door of the magic box.

He is extremely fast, and he can even pass through Yucun.Grab the man's remaining arm and lead him forward, avoiding the falling stones in the Hall of Egrets.

It took a long time for the shaking like an earthquake to finally stop. Lu Qiaoqiao leaned on Fu Sangshen's chest, watching the scene in front of her with a strange expression through the light leaking from the Bailu Hall.

The collapsed Egret Hall, the intact magic box in the collapse, and even Mr. Amamura covered in blood...

This is exactly the same as the dreamlike memories brought to her by that young man named Xiao Karasuma not long ago...

'You called me and I answered you'

'Remember your awareness'

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There was applause.

"It's amazing, I quickly judged where is the safest place." In the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, Huai was intact.

Lu Qiaoqiao opened her eyes wide. In this short period of time, the Bailu Hall—or rather, the Regency Department—has completely changed its appearance.

The zenith above their heads was gone, and the walls on all sides had also collapsed, leaving only this road leading to the magic box. Although both sides were full of cracks, it was still solid.

Looking out from these cracks, a thin barrier-like curtain enveloped the Regent.

"You must be very confused at the moment, so let me briefly explain it to you."

"Yamura," he called Ghost Face's name, "Since you are a member of the Six Parts, you should know that Shizhijing is located in a rift in time and space and is covered by an enchantment, so you can avoid the pursuit of the marching army."

"...What exactly do you want to say?" Yucun asked coldly.

"Shizhijing, there are large and small barriers, just like the one in front of you-the broken curtain, the iron curtain that separates the Regent," Huai stretched out his hand, "So, have you ever thought about what kind of power is maintaining Looking at these barriers, how about raising Shi Zhijing?"

"That's what I wanted and everything I did was to get it."

On his burned face beyond recognition, there was an expression that could be called a 'smile': "The one that supports this time and space is—"

"—Natural Spirit!"

Nature spirit?

Lu Qiaoqiao was at a loss.

She was still thinking about it, and then she heard the young man continue to say in a frenzied way:

"It's the same as the fire spirit held by that 'god'——"

"A powerful creature born from nature!"

He took a deep breath: "Everything is well prepared."

"Whether it is the power enough to contract the natural elves; or the ability to contract..."

He looked at Lu Qiaoqiao suspiciously:

"—Replacing the natural elves to support Shi Zhijing, the tough soul that gives me enough time to perform the spell."

"I've already—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the girl's voice in his ear, calling out a name crisply: "