The strongest witch is a boy [Comprehensive]

The psychic who came here at the beginning was just because he wanted to relax and take a walk. When he saw the existence by the beach, he couldn't move. He wanted to ask and hesitated whether the other party already had a master, but he He couldn't bear to leave, so he just stood here and watched from such a distance.

Later, his teammates came to look for him and joined the crowd.

Slowly, the news spread.

Legend has it that a mysterious "god" appeared by the beach.

The appearance is peerless, the temperament is transcendent, the accessories all over the body are gorgeous and bright, not like things in the world, and the breath exuding faintly is sacred and clear, which can only be explained by "gods".

When they were in Paqi Village, all the contestants already knew that there were three major forces in this competition, which gathered at the core of "Good", "Saint Joan of Arc" and the mysterious leader of Buddhist believers. The leaders are all god-level psychics.

This news made many contestants quite discouraged. However, no one will give up hope easily. Some contestants hope that their beliefs are strong enough, while others want to fish in troubled waters.

God-level psychics are very common, and god-level spirit holders are equally rare, and most of the "god-level" souls that appear in this world already have contractors.

In this case, before the official competition on the uninhabited island, a god-level soul appeared on the beach. Even if some people suspected that it was a conspiracy, more psychics could not resist such a sweet temptation.

Many psychics who came to participate in the Shaman King Competition gathered here, but the theoretically possible owner of this "god" still did not appear, so the news that "a god without a contract appeared on the beach of the uninhabited island" It spread like wildfire, attracting more and more psychics.Except for a very small number of psychics who have a deep bond with their spirits and have not changed their meaning of holding a spirit, many other psychics who think they are capable and ambitious have appeared with the idea of ​​trying their luck.They were originally thinking about whether to fight to decide the ownership of this god-level soul that might shake the battle situation, but when they arrived at the destination, they still laughed at the group of guys who just watched and did not do anything, but finally squeezed through the crowd Or the newcomers who simply fly to the sky to gain a perspective can clearly see the righteous master who is being watched, and are immediately shocked by the overwhelming "beauty" that cannot be described in words, and become a member of the silent watching party.

This deadlock was finally broken.

But not by some daredevil, but by X-Laws, one of the three major forces.

Under the glaring gaze of a group of onlookers, Margao forcefully passed through the crowd, approached the silent black-haired god, coughed, and spoke sincerely.

"Hello. I'm Margo, a member of X-Laws. Would you like to be my spirit bearer?"

In order to show his strength, Margao released his spiritual power.

The simple onlookers did not interrupt Kartikeye's contemplation, because it was too normal for the "King Asura" to be watched by others, but the contact with spiritual power was different, which immediately triggered his battle-hardened conditioned reflex Fortunately, that spiritual power was not hostile, otherwise he would subconsciously return flames.

Kartikeye came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the person who just spoke, smiled slightly, looked at the strange human in front of him and asked: "Human, are you talking to me?"

The golden eyes appeared directly in front of everyone, causing a gasp.

When he is still and still, the god is already so beautiful beyond human imagination, and when he smiles, people have an urge to worship.This is a gesture that is more sacred, more beautiful, more inaccessible, and more unimaginable than the statues of gods in any temples and temples.

The world uses the most beautiful ingenuity to conceive the appearance of gods, but in the end they still feel powerless in front of the real gods.

Just like the difference that Asura King felt from man to god in the past, there is an insurmountable gap between humans and gods, which is related to race and time.The newly born Protoss may not be very different from the Human Race, but after hundreds of thousands of years, no matter how ordinary an existence is, it will become extraordinary, let alone the best of the Protoss, the king of the Asura Clan?

Because the psychics had already determined that the existence in front of them was a "god", they did not have any objection to the title of that "human being".

Margao didn't notice the crisis at all, he nodded subconsciously, and unconsciously spoke his mind.

"I want to be your master..."

Kartikeye was stunned for a moment, then took a careful look at the young man in the strange uniform in front of him, and then looked at the others.

These people all have "spiritual power", but they are all weak, and they have other abilities. If you look closely, some people still have "souls" around them.

Well, what did the person who spoke earlier say?

"Possess a spirit"?

...This concept seems to have been heard... It seems to appear together with the concept of "psychic person"...

Halfway through the memory, Kartikeye asked hesitantly, "Are you...a psychic? Are you all?"

He looked at so many people around him again, and suddenly remembered something.

Psychic contest?

That eventual winner would be the Shaman King, the "Great Spirit" contest... right?

Margao nodded, and was about to continue persuading him, when he heard a chuckle, and the god who had been sitting like a boy stood up, only then did he realize that the other party was wounded, his sleeves were still stained with blood, and his chest was covered with blood. The gold necklace he was wearing had a thread broken, and a few beads on one side were missing.

This is clearly a somewhat embarrassing appearance, but it is only because the deity's temperament is too outstanding that it blurs everyone's attention, which makes people ignore the blood stained on the black clothes.

"Retire immediately, I will not count your rude remarks before."

Kartikeye smiled, and frowned slightly thinking of the phrase "Master".

Even Di Shitian never regarded himself as his "master", at most he was an irresponsible boss.

The expulsion from the gods only dispelled the ambitions of a very small number of psychics, but made more people firm in their determination, recovered from their obsession, looked around vigilantly, and weighed how many competitors they had. Fineness.

Kartikeye has no intention of getting entangled with the psychic, but Margao refuses to give up.

As the cultivator of X-Laws, he is too aware of what the "angel" body that X-Laws is proud of now is, and it can't be compared with that "good" "fire spirit".

However, if one obtains a real god-level possessor spirit, relying on the witch power of Joan of Arc and the power of the gods, even if it is "good", it is possible to give it a try.

The long-cherished wish would erode reason, Margao stopped the god who wanted to leave this place, repeated his request while the other party looked back in surprise, and stretched out his hand to grab the other party's arm.

"Maybe my strength is not enough, but Lord Joan of Arc's strength will definitely satisfy you! Please follow me to see Joan of Arc!"

Kartikeye sighed, turned sideways to avoid Margao's pull, and said with some displeasure, "Get out of the way."

"Sorry, I can't give up on this."

Margao assumed a fighting stance, and several X-Laws members traveling with him also arranged super spirit bodies.

If you cannot be persuaded with words, you must prove it with strength.

Most of the spirits of psychics can be obtained in these two ways.

The psychics dispersed quickly, whether it was for fighting or self-protection, they unfolded their super-spiritual bodies one by one, lest they slow down and become the first unlucky ghost to be killed by stray bullets.

Kartikeye looked at the large group of armed strangers in front of him, and couldn't help but sighed again.

"It's just nonsense..."

If it is in the heaven, no matter how arrogant human beings would dare to stop King Ashura like this, right?

Since the beginning of the world, there has never been a god who dared to let the king of Ashura make him a servant, right?

Even the Demon Race would not have such an idiot.

It would be nice if the Twelve Gods were here.

When this thought came to mind, Kartikeye had already ignited a golden magic flame on his fingertips.

Even though he is called "the most gentle Asura king in the history of the heaven", Kartikeye is always the "Asura king" and the "guardian fighting god" of the heaven. The god of battle at the top of the Asura clan who lives for a living.

King Asura's "tenderness" is for his clansmen, never for "enemies".

Even though Kartikeye himself has never realized that a change in "status" will subtly change a person's mentality.As time went by, even his aesthetics were completely assimilated by the Asuras. It was only because of the influence of Gandharva that he did not "carry gold bricks on his shoulders" like the previous Asura King. The accessories were more elegant and exquisite, let alone other aspects. ?

Being loved and adored by all beings in the heavens for a long time will give birth to "proud hearts" in even the most gentle and self-effacing people.

The humility that belongs to the "Son of God" has long since disappeared along with the change of identity.

King Asura may not care about the ants' discussions in the distance, but if he is offended in person, even the gentle King Asura will feel displeased.

Kartikeye put the cluster of flames on the ground, grasped the hilt of Bai Ye's knife and let go, clearly expressing his meaning once again.

"I'm not a 'spirit', and I won't be a 'whose spirit'. Get out of the way now, and I don't care about your rudeness."

He looked at Margao who had uttered wild words twice, still smiling politely, and gave an ultimatum.

"If you still refuse to give up, then I will give you a chance. As long as you walk through my 'flame', I will consider your request."

The golden flame was a small ball, only the size of a fist, even if it looked extremely beautiful, it was just beautiful.

If it is a red flame, maybe someone will be afraid because of the "good" fire spirit. Facing the dazzling golden flame that has never been seen before, not only Margo, many psychics Eager to try to move forward.

Margao was overjoyed, and he didn't realize that there was a real protoss' dignity trampled on in that cluster of lovely flames that looked like decorations.After protecting himself with the super spirit body, he approached the golden flame cautiously.

Margar put his foot on the edge of the flames.

What, nothing happened!

Hahaha, he thought it would burn the soul like that "good" flame, but it turned out that it was just good looking.

Just as Margaux wanted to shout victory, he was suddenly torn apart by an extremely intense pain. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to wail, and the vocal cords that could make a sound had already been swallowed up in the flames.

Like adding fuel to the fire, the flames soared in an instant, and Margao and his super spirit body were swallowed up by the golden flames in the blink of an eye.

Margao didn't have time to react before he died, half of his face was still joyful, and the other half was full of pain and disbelief.

This tragic scene came too suddenly, and instantly stunned all the psychics who were watching.

After the golden flame devoured the offender, it lowered again, turning into a golden streamer, and returning to the master's fingertips meekly following the movements of the master.

If Margao was killed after a fierce battle, the psychics would say "very strong" at most, but this is not even a battle, Margao disappeared from body to soul in an instant, and the strength of the two sides was overwhelming. The gap makes people unable to even feel jealousy, only boundless fear and awe.

The basic quality of a psychic is to be able to see the soul.

However, there are so many pairs of eyes here, no one saw Margao's soul escape, his soul and body were burned at the same time.

What's even more frightening is that even after doing such a thing and killing a psychic in the blink of an eye, that god is still smiling and looks gentle, just like the statues of gods in the temple overlooking all living beings.

The psychics were silent, feeling the horror of divinity from the bottom of their hearts.

Kartikeye took a step forward, and the psychic immediately took two steps back.

Soon, a spacious passage appeared from the crowd that had just been packed, and a group of psychics who were so frightened that their bodies stiffened tremblingly watched the god leave.

Kartikeye put away the phantom flame after walking out, and shook his head helplessly. After walking a certain distance, he was stopped again.

Ma Cang, who arrived here on the fire of the soul, saw the scene of Margao being burned to death from a distance. He still had a little luck in his heart. When he really met the rumored protagonist face to face, he had to watch One thing was admitted in the eyes of the stranger - this person with a soul similar to Jing might not be Jing.

Even so, Ma Canghao couldn't help but call out to stop the other party, because he couldn't give up a little bit of hope.

Even if his appearance is changed, even if his memory is lost, he will definitely recognize "Jing" - this is a bold statement he once said, and it is a promise he is full of confidence.

Identifying souls is the strength of Onmyoji, and there are no two identical souls in this world.

Changes in appearance can't change the "essence". The youth in front of him is similar in essence to the soul of "Jing". Although there are some differences, this person must be related to "Jing"!

Ma Canghao tentatively said, "Jing Jun?"

Kartikeye stopped, looked at Ma Canghao suspiciously, looked at it carefully for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

Ma Cang thought of the tears he had shed in the past few months because of the departure of his best friend, thought of his despair of not being able to find his soul when he broke into the underworld, and saw this "deja vu" person who killed people without blinking an eye and didn't know him. A huge sense of grievance surged up, causing him to ask questions out of composure.

"You don't know me? You don't remember me?!"

This TM is fake Beijing——!