Chapter 1000 The Hundredth Candle

"No, you're not! I'm sure, Tokimoto Ichiro, he's too dead to die!"

On the other side, in the gust of wind where Kohei Higashino was fighting together, there was a surprised roar from Kotomine Jiro.

"Tokimoto Ichiro... Isn't that the 'poor president of the Exorcist Association who was old, drunk and sexually abused by Sousuke, and killed by mistake by mistake' in Ryoma's mouth?"

Even Kohei Higashino, who was licking blood from the blade and slashing the gust of wind, paused and glanced over curiously.

"Oh? It seems that the old man's death was really thanks to your Excellency... Presumably, the 'Evil Flower' is behind it, so it can't get rid of it?"

The face under the armored samurai's mask is indeed not the long-dead Tokimoto Ichiro.

"Times have changed, things have changed, and people have changed... In Strange Tales, the little Taoist priest who drives away the corpse, and finally resurrects the corpse and becomes a zombie. It's not unusual, is it?"

It was the copper corpse, the cocoon, which he spent his whole life refining.

"There is righteousness in the heaven and earth, and it is mixed with various forms. We are people in the Taoist sect, and we should uphold justice, punish evil and promote good."

But the soul living in it is indeed Ichiro Tokimoto, the president of the Eliminator Association who "died unexpectedly" a few days ago.

"Nevertheless, compared to the long years of you ghosts and ghosts, the old man is a mortal, but the morning dew is coming..."

He spent his whole life as an enemy of these inhuman beings. Even Ichiro Tokimoto, who was highly skilled in Taoism and gifted with extraordinary talent, gradually bent his back under the pressure of accumulated despair and powerlessness as time went by.

"The mission of this old man has not been fulfilled, so I dare not let go easily. It is understandable to practice this forbidden technique of reviving the dead by violating the ancestral precepts of the master."

After being vaguely aware of the existence of such a behemoth as the "Hua of Evil", but finding nothing for twenty years, he was old and unwilling, so he set his sights on the forbidden technique of Maoshan called "Borrowing the Dead to Resurrect the Soul".

A few months ago, taking advantage of the opportunity of "Cocoon" being crushed into thousands of pieces, Tokimoto Ichiro, who felt that his time was running out, finally made up his mind and spent a lot of energy and blood to re-warm this "Bronze Corpse of Hundred Battles".

After the Yoshihara Yanshang incident, because the "Yin and Yang Sixiang Tian Xingpan" repeatedly warned with sleepy hexagrams, he hid the "cocoon" in the natural corpse breeding ground in Fengxue, Yamanashi Prefecture in advance, and made all preparations.

And that night, at the moment when the wooden sword fell without warning and pierced into the back of the neck, Tokimoto Ichiro activated the secret technique of "returning the soul from a corpse" and introduced the soul into the "cocoon" hundreds of kilometers away.

Because the transferred soul needs to warm up and adapt in the new body, he insisted on reminding a few people by phone, then destroyed the mobile phone that was placed on "Cocoon" in advance, and fell into some kind of death in the corpse formation. "hibernation" state.

It wasn't until Hiroshi Changtian found him all the way through the guidance of the "Sixiang Tianxing Disk" that he broke the seal for him.

"Hehehe, since you know the name of "Evil Flower", then you should understand that we can easily kill you once, and we can kill you countless times..."

The whistling wind gathered, and Kotomine Jiro, who was neither human nor ghost, reappeared, and collided with Higashino Kohei in front of him fiercely, and he still did not forget to roar angrily at Tokimoto Ichiro: "Longing for life into a zombie body, you What can this old man do now?"

"Are you a bad old man? That's right, with the old man's weak and decrepit body, no matter how advanced his Taoism is, he still can't use one-tenth of it..."

He squeezed three talisman papers between his fingers, and Ichiro Tokimoto patted his chest one by one...

"But now, this bronze corpse of hundreds of battles is different."

The original dark red armor was dyed golden yellow by the streaks of thunder that spread all over his body.

"Pro."

The Nine-Character Mantra · Tibetan Armor · Vajrasattva Dharmakaya Mantra, endowed with an indestructible body.

"Soldiers."

Nine-Character Mantra · Zangjia · Jiang Sanshi Ming Wang's heart mantra, endowed with fast action like a dart.

"fight."

Nine-character mantra · Tibetan armor · Vajrasattva heart mantra, endowed with an invincible will.

"By."

The Nine-Character Mantra · Tibetan Armor · Vajrasattva casts a mantra, endowing it with the spiritual power that drives all things.

"all."

The Nine-Character Mantra · Tibetan Armor · Vajrasattva Puxian Dharmakaya Mantra, endowed with the sense of sensing all crises.

"Array."

Nine-Character Mantra · Tibetan Armor · Padmasambhava Six Paths Vajra Mantra, endowed with evil and unpredictable concealment.

A series of talisman papers entered the body, the golden light bloomed, and gathered into a pair of wings that were so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at, and stretched out on the back of Ichiro Tokimoto...

Like a golden butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

Even the strong and healthy Yamada Kengo, who has already turned gray after hiding in the second armor, "Secret Art of Tibetan Armor", relied on the body of the "Bronze Corpse of Hundred Battles" to even hide Liujia in his body!

"It's a rare opportunity, let me show this long-lost 'Liujia' posture, please enlighten me."

With swords flying all over the sky, and the dazzling golden light still in sight, Tokimoto Ichiro has "disappeared" in the world of Kotomine Jiro and Aoyuto.

"Where did you go?!"

Whether in vision or inspiration, they were completely unable to capture the figure in golden armor.

In the sky with a radius of 500 meters, the ghost of the large group of lice that had just squeezed out of the crack in space suddenly burst into lightning, burning into strands of resentment.

"Every nine characters, you should always look at them, and you can find everything!"

A wooden sword shining with lightning quietly stabs into the howling wind...

"Ugh!! How, how could..."

Clutching the wooden sword piercing through his stomach, Kotomine Jiro emerged from the wind, howling.

The thunder gang passing through the body in the wooden sword hindered the power of ghosts and gods in the body, making him unable to maintain the posture of transforming the wind for a while.

"Today, I want everyone to know...the world is not a place where you can come whenever you want!"

At the same time, Tokimoto Ichiro, holding a sword in one hand, quietly appeared behind Qing Xingdeng.

"Is this the 'infinity' of human beings?"

Filamentous sword marks spread downward from Qing Xingdeng's white forehead, dividing the slender body into two.

At this moment, Tokimoto Ichiro, who was wearing golden armor and with wings like flying thunder, seemed to be a **** descending from the earth, and he had severely injured the two of them with every move.

"But ~lightnovelpub.net~ already, it's too late..."

Qing Xingdeng's sluggish gaze, through the densely packed space cracks, looked at the scorched earth that is full of demons...

Countless ghosts and monsters are waiting beside the broken corpses of their clansmen.

"Actually, I am the one hundred and one candle in Hundred Stories."

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she quietly closed her eyes.

The delicate body that was divided into two melted like a heated candle, and blue flames gushed out in a gulp.

In the night sky, a blue firework bloomed, fleeting.

The entire Tokyo space, like a mirror that has been hit hard twice, suddenly shook!

A series of fine space cracks, the speed of expansion and spread suddenly increased...

A larger number of lice ghosts, together with various weak ghosts in the shape of goldfish and bugs, gushed out of the crack like a tide...

There are also countless twisted fingers protruding from the gap. It seems that a large number of ghosts are desperately trying to break through the gap and come from the side of the "mirror".

(end of this chapter)