"Well? That person across from me seems to know us?"

"Look at this hairstyle... Could it be some eminent monk from Kawasaki Daishi Temple?"

"Impossible, the monks at Kawasaki Daishi Temple are very respectful when they see me. How dare they not call Buddha names or honorifics... No matter how much, save him first."

The "evil monk" and "witch" on this side couldn't help looking at each other when he was called "Come Lu" by Tokugawa Yoshinian, who was wearing a shirtless upper body and was about to lose his trousers.

"It seems that I can only ask your soul to integrate into my work, and then carefully explore and taste it..."

Just as the three of them looked at each other, feeling the terrible pressure from the huge black arm behind Sosuke Araki, Tokugawa Fangnian clapped his palms together and patted: "All come out, "The Twenty-Eight Sentences of Eminence", "The New Shape Thirty". "Six Eccentrics", "Illustrated Book of Great Japanese Generals"..."

Countless samurai with mutilated limbs and scars, as well as demons and ghosts laughing and scolding, all broke through the tragic paintings in the air and fell on the platform like rain...

Mochizuki Che, who was heavily bruised, seemed to be in a subway car during the morning rush hour and was squeezed tightly.

"The bald head on the opposite side... get out of the way!!!!"

As Araki Sosuke slammed his fist and roared, the black arm descended from the sky like a train bound for hell, heading straight for the countless resentful spirits, samurai and ghosts on the platform...

"Ok!?"

Yoshinian Tokugawa, who was sitting cross-legged above, looked at the giant black fist whizzing past with interest, and suddenly exclaimed.

"How can there be such pure and extreme resentment in this world?"

He has condensed grievances and human blood into liquid ink splashes for painting over the years, and he can naturally sense that this giant arm seems to be composed of solid and extremely dense grievances.

"No, it's not resentment at all... This is another level of power... Could it be..."

With the insight of many years of copying, he seemed to have noticed something terrible, reached out and patted on the gray stone bowl, and instantly disappeared on the roof with the picture in front of him.

On the other side of the platform, watching the black giant fist approaching at high speed, Mochizukiche's left arm twitched wildly as a warning.

"Uh ah ah, go away..."

He burst out with the strength to squeeze the subway, stepped on the bodies of several ghosts and jumped high into the building on the side of the cave wall.

Under his feet, the huge black arm passed silently, and the platform and the escalators around it seemed like a spring breeze was blowing, and they didn't move at all.

"This……"

Then, under the shocking gazes of Mochizukiche and Xiaoniao Yuzhengyu, the screens flying in the air and the "No Miserable Paintings", as well as the hundreds of ghosts and samurai above the platform who have not recovered, are all in the air. The black giant arm rolled from top to bottom, and shattered into countless crystal-like light spots.

The originally green platform was like daytime.

"Soul dust?! This is Buddhahood..."

Looking at the white light dots flying all over the sky in the punch, and the stumps that were vaguely folded, Mochiyueche couldn't help wiping his eyes that were blinded by blood.

"The evil monk of Kawasaki Daishi Temple really lives up to his reputation... He still inherits such a powerful means of transcendence!"

He had been trapped in the screen by the hundred warriors before, and he knew that although these resentful spirits seemed vulnerable, the rank suppression of the power of ghosts and gods mixed in their bodies was extremely restrained against ordinary spiritual power.

This Araki Sosuke has a habit of not giving the opponent a chance, and directly summons methods similar to "shikigami" and "incarnation", and preemptively overcame hundreds of the same beings!

What is sealed in the opponent's body must be an existence that is not inferior to ghosts and gods!

It seems that even if his arm did not fight back last time, I am afraid that he will go all out, and the victory or defeat with this evil monk can only be between 50 and 50.

"However, that punch doesn't seem to have an entity and only works on the spirit body..."

Analyzing the opponent's strength, Mochizuki Che's gaze swept across the intact platform and landed on the bucket bag that was inhaling soul dust on Araki Sosuke's waist.

"Is that, "Bamboo Tori Picture Scroll"?!"

"No wonder that old fox would entrust that thing to the association generously, it turned out to be directed at him..."

Although he was unwilling, Mochiyueche had to admit that if the two hadn't helped in time, I'm afraid he would only be able to turn into a "No Miserable Painting" today, adding to the Tibetan paintings in the Xianshouyuan.

At the same time, the voice of Tokugawa Yoshinian, who was nowhere to be seen, echoed in the room again: "To be able to repair these long-broken souls... I am becoming more and more interested in your soul!"

He doesn't seem to feel distressed at all about the destruction of his "work", but rather yearns for the soul of Sousuke Araki.

"Stop talking nonsense, you lunatic..."

At the same time, Araki Sosuke's left eye shone with golden light, and the black arm on the platform turned his elbow and slammed toward another empty roof above.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Not to mention that the arrow symbol on the scroll on his waist is firmly pointing to that direction...

Unlike what the other two saw, in his eyes, Tokugawa Fangnian did not "disappear", but "teleported" to the roof.

"Oh?! It seems that Your Excellency not only has an iron fist that can transform all living beings... but also a pair of eyes that can penetrate the truth of the world..."

Seeing the giant black arm swooping back with momentum, Tokugawa Fangnian didn't look panicked at all.

Although the punch was powerful, it was not very fast.

In this divine hiddenness, he who masters the array pivot can not only freely distort the space to avoid all spells, but also change positions according to his wishes...

"how come……"

However, facing the unhurried black giant arm burning with dark red scriptures, he suddenly felt locked by an inexplicable opportunity, and he felt that he could not escape no matter what.

Is it possible that the other party can still break through the space distorted by him?

Looking stiffly at the black arm getting closer and closer, Tokugawa Fangnian felt in a daze, and a sea of ​​blood-red flowers appeared in front of him.

Among the countless flowers on the other side of the red flower, a delicate figure in a kimono was standing there quietly, staring at himself.

you……

Who is it?

Why me……

Can't remember?

"Pfft."

Ignoring the black arms that were pressing down, Tokugawa Fangnian raised his arms and inserted them deeply into the temples on both sides, spinning continuously, stirring out pitch-black blood plasma.

...

1850, Edo.

"Yes, it's hard to imagine that this is something that an eleven-year-old child can draw..."

In the old studio, the middle-aged painter with gray hair looked at the disciple who was painting seriously and nodded approvingly~lightnovelpub.net~ From today on, you are the successor of my Utagawa line of 'Martial Artist Painting' ! "

"Hey, your name is Fangnian, right...my name is Tachibana!"

After the painter left, a short figure leaned his head out from the crack of the door next to him.

"Tachibana also wants to learn to paint with grandpa, but just because Tachibana is a woman, he doesn't agree..."

It was a girl with a beautiful face and a somewhat puffed-up expression.

"Since he has passed down the painting skills of "Martial Artist Painting" to you, why don't you teach Tachibana to paint?"

It was the first time the boy had heard someone call themselves by their first name.

Instead of looking at the petite and clingy girl in front of him, he continued to write without saying a word.

"Why don't you speak... If you don't speak, just take it as your promise?"

There was a blush on the boy's cheeks, and he nodded slightly.