The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

A ghost master passing by?

Upon hearing this, Hojo Yasuhiro looked up and down at the boy in front of him with his tiger eyes.

He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome face and starry eyes.

Although his black hair and clothes were soaked by water, he still looked elegant.

Looking at the dead bodies on the ground and him in the state of being possessed by the demonic pattern, he was not afraid, but looked at him up and down with interest.

The tall demon monk thought this kid was a nobody at first.

But soon, a creepy smile appeared on that hideous face.

This Yin force fluctuation... can't even reach the second level!

The reason why it can appear quietly without anyone noticing.

There should be some kind of technique to conceal the breath.

And I was too focused on the battle just now and was a little careless.

Even if this kid has some hidden skills, it is impossible for him to reach the level of a third-level ghost master!

Because... this kid doesn't have [Yin Palace】

"Is this your last words?"

The tall tiger man had bloodthirsty eyes, and he gently moved his neck. His iron-cast body was full of murderous aura. The black tiger pattern on his chest moved slowly, and a pair of golden tiger eyes stared at the young man in front of him fiercely, wanting to devour him!

The third-level demon, the ghost tiger!

Also known as the mountain king, it is the master of the mountain who patrols all beasts.

With a tiger soul, it can scare all kinds of evil spirits and make all evil retreat! The bright golden eyes can identify demons and evil spirits, and drive the souls to patrol in all directions.

The most powerful and top demon in the Longshan Abyss is it. The number of ghost tigers is rare, and it is an important part of Baiyun Temple. One of the most important assets.

Whenever a tiger cub is born, the elders of the temple will go into the abyss and bring it back.

This ghost tiger has been ferocious and violent since its infancy.

Only Hojo Yasuhiro, who often feeds it, can control it.

Seeing this, the elders of the temple gave this tiger to him.

They hoped that this disciple could completely tame the ghost tiger and sharpen its fierce spirit.

However, they never expected that Hojo Yasuhiro would fail to tame the tiger, and his character would be affected, and he would become a cruel executioner without humanity.

The tiger-headed demon monk stretched out his red tongue full of barbs, licked his lips, and his eyes were full of disdain:

"A mere first-level ghost master dares to play tricks in front of me?

I don't even need to kill you myself, these ghosts are enough!"As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the demon tiger pattern on his chest lit up, shooting out two soul-stirring black lights.

The next second, Ito Makoto saw the dead bodies around him suddenly move.

"He Er~"

"Ah~"

Under the dark and gloomy sky, more than a dozen dry and hoarse strange roars sounded.

Those lifeless bodies of river monkeys seemed to have been injected with some kind of power.

All of them slowly climbed up from the battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The innate skill of the ghost tiger.

Driving souls and controlling minions!

The corpses killed by the ghost tiger were made into minions, and they would be driven by it before the residual souls dissipated.

At this moment, more than a dozen river monkey bodies were all turned into minions.

Under the control of Hojo Yasuhiro, they surrounded Ito Makoto.

""Little ghost, wait for them to eat you alive!"

The tall tiger man smiled contemptuously and turned to walk towards the foot of the mountain.

After these river apes became ghosts, their strength was much lower than when they were alive.

But with the advantage of numbers and the characteristics of not fearing pain and fear, they were enough to surround and kill a second-level ghost master.

……

"The ancients were not like me, being an accomplice to the tiger."

Facing the swarm of Kawanazuki who were rushing towards him like zombies, Ito Makoto smiled.

"This technique is somewhat similar to the Soul-Binding Technique, but it is still far from it."

The young man stood still and raised his hand slightly.

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the dense forest.

A black shadow, wrapped in the strong wind, swept past the surrounding macaques like lightning.

"Hmm?"

Hojo Yasuhiro noticed something was wrong and immediately stopped, looking back suddenly.

He saw more than a dozen heads suddenly flying into the sky!!

"Phew——"

More than a dozen blood fountains shot up into the sky, splashing across the sky.

But not a single drop of blood caught up with the black phantom.

All the bodies of the Kawasabuki were separated. The tall bodies that rushed forward lost power and fell to the ground like dominoes, splashing circles of rippled dust. Hojo Yasuhiro's tiger eyes narrowed, staring at the boy in disbelief. He still stood there, not moving a step, with a smile on his handsome face. From beginning to end, those Kawasabuki that he had placed high hopes on were unable to get within five meters of the boy!

"call——"

A strong wind blew by, and the face of the person who was cut was slightly painful.

The dark phantom circled a U-shaped trajectory in the air, and then flew back to the young man's raised arm.

It was a demon the size of a black cat!

A ball of fur, with small eyes like black beans.

It looked cute, but its tight forearms had a pair of sharp bone blades like horns.

It was the sickle weasel, the wind demon Goemon!

The little thing lay quietly on the arm of its master, with its tender red tongue stretched out, greedily licking the blood stained on the bone blade.

As a legendary wind demon, it is most proud of its own speed!

Although it is currently only the first-level strength, in terms of speed alone...

Even a second-level demon, there are few who can compete with it!

With the extremely sharp bone blade, killing more than a dozen Kawashimaru whose strength is not as good as before is as easy as Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts.

A piece of cake!

Makoto Ito stretched out his hand and gently stroked the furry head of the sickle weasel, and asked Kitada Yasuhiro nonchalantly:

"You just said... just relying on this group of ghosts is enough?"

Hojo Yasuhiro was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

The monk laughed so hard that the mountains and forests shook, and the birds and beasts fled.

A first-level ghost master.

A first-level demon.

With these, you dare to be arrogant in front of me?

It turns out that there are really fearless young people in this world.

Hojo Yasuhiro stopped laughing, and his golden eyes turned cold:

""You turned out to be a fool. You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is after you killed a bunch of minions. Do you really think you are my opponent? You are looking for death!" The sturdy man who looked like a tiger demon took off his bamboo hat and threw it at the boy.

The bamboo hat broke through the air and hit Ito Makoto's face like a meteor.

The boy's face remained unchanged, and the sickle weasel on his arm instantly turned into cloud patterns and attached to his arms.

Two crescent bone blades cut through his sleeves and popped out, and as his arms swung, they suddenly slashed forward!

Boom - the bamboo hat that shot like an arrow was instantly cut into four pieces, and the broken pieces flew out.

"Demonic Mark? Are you from the temple?"

Hojo Yasuhiro's eyes widened instantly, and then he shook his head to deny this guess.

"No, I have never seen you in the temple. Where did you learn this from?"

Ito Makoto straightened his back and stood firmly on his feet.

The bamboo hat was weak, but the force attached to it was extremely fierce.

If it weren't for the sharpness of the sickle-weasel bone blade,

I'm afraid that I would have been pushed back several steps by the force as soon as I touched it.

Sure enough, against this level of ghost master, a first-level demon is not enough.

I still have to ask my wife to come out for help!

"Don't you think you talk too much nonsense?"

Ito Makoto's arm bone blades dissipated, and he took the initiative to cancel the spell, sending the sickle weasel back to the ghost realm.

The next battle is not something it can get involved in at this level.

The tiger-headed demon monk's eyes are more murderous:

"That's right, then I'll break your limbs and then interrogate you slowly!"As soon as he finished speaking, his muscles surged, and he hunched over and pounced on Ito Makoto. His terrifyingly strong body leaped, and his muscle lines undulated like waves.

He was really like a tiger coming down the mountain, biting at him with gusts of bloody wind!