Although it has only been a few days since he became a spirit slayer, the number of spiritual bodies that have become Buddhas under the hands of Araki Sosuke may have exceeded the number of spirit slayers in their lifetimes.

It was the first time for a resentful spirit with this terrifying grimace to question his "born human" identity.

"If you don't change your name, sit, don't change your surname, you will be a lonely and strong man who removes the spirit!"

"And the one next to me is the unparalleled witch of Akagi Shrine, Akagi Meow Meow-chan! 』

"Well, Araki-sensei, you don't need to introduce me specially. 』

So, he immediately pretended to be handsome and made a self-introduction without sincerity.

Since the "true name" is of great significance in the extraordinary world, the spirit remover will at most report the code name when performing the task, so as to avoid the possibility of incurring unnecessary curses.

"Spirit remover? No, it's impossible..."

"Although you don't have any spiritual power or resentment in your body, you seem to be the same as ordinary people... But no matter what your identity is, the only thing I can be sure of is..."

Hearing Sousuke Araki's answer, Tokugawa Fangnian seemed to have suffered a great insult, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Your Excellency...absolutely...impossible...is a human being!"

After speaking with certainty, Tokugawa Fangnian turned around and picked up the pen, waving it vigorously in the air: "Your Excellency is unwilling to tell, it must be that my sincerity is not enough..."

"……what!"

In the exclamation of Xiaoniao Yuzhengong, the wreckage of the giant baby stitched with flesh and blood in the corner of the platform was smashed to the ground by Mochizukiche, and wriggled again...

The originally charred residue slowly merged into the huge vase next to it, and became full of blood again, turning into the jaw-dropping "flesh and blood flower arrangement" before.

"In order to perfect the techniques of "Martial Artist Painting", I have stayed at various schools of dojos day and night to observe, and even dissected the bones, muscles, internal organs, and blood vessels of hundreds of warriors of various schools, one by one, in order to achieve the goal of 'from the inside' Outer's copying effect."

One after another, the no-miserable paintings that were originally hung on the stairs rose like colorful butterflies, and swirled around Tokugawa Yoshinen.

"In order to draw the most natural and pure "No Miserable Painting", I have repeatedly traveled to the battlefield where corpses are littered with blood and rivers of blood, and I have carefully copied all kinds of dead corpses and the process of their daily decay... "

The robes were flying, Tokugawa Yoshinian floated up with the desk under him and swept to a huge roof above, like a painter who gave a speech at the opening ceremony of a private painting exhibition, condescendingly showing his creative process. The unknown "hard journey".

"But I don't know, it's difficult to paint a person's skin, and it's hard to paint a person's bones, knowing the person's face but not the heart..."

"These 'practices' can only allow me to climb to the peak of my skills, but it is difficult for me to step into the palace of art...because, I haven't been able to give the real soul to my works!"

"Through countless attempts, I found that in the most painful and desperate moments, the soul will bloom with the most beautiful brilliance! And that moment is the real soul that I need in my works..."

"Please appreciate, I use human skin as the canvas, human blood as the paint, and human bones as the pen, so that people's souls repeatedly experience the most painful, fearful, hopeless, and helpless moments in the painting, and the most profound light of the soul blooms. , and then merged with the 'painting' made by his body to create a work that truly shocks the soul!"

At the same time, several gorgeous screens that were originally closed into a rectangular shape in one corner of the platform also floated up and formed a row, showing the two of them various paintings hanging on them.

"...Ukiyo-e made with flesh and soul, how can those barbarian oil paintings and pictures taken by cold machines be compared?!"

At the same time as the screen flew up, Mochizukiche, who had turned into a blood man and was fighting with the warriors, was also revealed.

"Oh, I almost forgot..."

Tokugawa Fangnian glanced at the "tragic scene" exposed under the screen with the expression of "forgetting to find the food in the pot for a month after steaming".

"Your Excellency is just in time to authenticate the birth of another new work..."

At this moment, only five of the original hundred warriors in the screen were still standing.

The torn head, limbs and internal organs were all over the floor.

But Mochizuki, who caused all of this, is not feeling well...

Three sharp knives were piercing through his abdomen and were firmly stuck between his ribs.

The few remaining warriors with scars and mutilated limbs are doing everything possible to keep his body firmly on the ground, allowing the last warrior with a sword to decapitate him.

This is like a battle between life and death on the battlefield, which is about to end in beheading.

"How, after acknowledging the arduous journey of creating these great works, I hereby sincerely ask one last question..."

"Your Excellency, what is it?"

In mid-air, Tokugawa Fangnian bowed deeply to the shocked, pale, and disgusting two people: "Why, after analyzing thousands of bodies and souls, you can understand people's hearts at a glance, and even the witch next to you has a crush on you. I can see clearly my love..."

"...Even the vague outline of Your Excellency's soul can't even be drawn?!"

"Ah! I... I... didn't..."

Hearing the other party's words, Xiao Niao Yuzhengyu suddenly covered her mouth and whispered, her face flushed red.

"Agree...what a shit!"

At this moment, Sousuke Araki, who had recovered from these **** and tragic paintings, was already furious and had no intention of answering the other party's crazy questions.

"To actually use this cruel method to draw those disgusting paintings..."

Thinking of those paintings without misery, they were all living beings, drawn after blood was drawn and skinned, and their souls were repeatedly tortured, and a white light of anger appeared in his eyes.

"You scum who ignores human life is not even worthy of becoming a Buddha!"

Behind Araki Sect, the huge black arm more than ten meters long suddenly rose into the sky.

The flames on the scriptures on the surface of the huge arm were also burning with his anger, like a flame dragon entrenched in the air.

"Teacher Araki, there are still living people over there! Save people first..."

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The invisible arrow ~lightnovelpub.net~ that dragged the end of the cry came out from the tip of Yumako Kotori's fingertips, and shot down the samurai sword that almost cut off Mochizukiche's neck.

"Hey……"

Taking this opportunity, Mochizuki Che, who was covered in blood and flesh torn, broke out with a powerful force, broke free from the restraints of the few warriors, caught the samurai sword in mid-air, and turned around and slashed...

Several warriors who were closest to each other were immediately cut in half.

"The evil monk of Kawasaki Daishi Temple, the witch of Akagi Shrine?!"

While breathing, Mochizuki Che saw clearly the two "acquaintances" who were on the platform opposite him and Tokugawa Fangnian, who came to help.

"Is that...that guy's shikigami?"

Immediately, Mochizuki's gaze fell on the black giant arm that rose into the sky like a coiled dragon behind Araki Zongjie.

Unchained at this time, the wound on his body was scorched by the purple flame, and the blood was stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.