"Hey hey hey, it's done... This new cross-era work, "Sake Swallowing Ibaraki"!"

Tokugawa Fangnian, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof, before starting the painting, blinked the six giant blood-colored eyes on his face, and let out a low smile.

On the still-ink-dry paper in his writings, there is a red-skinned, long-horned, shattered shirt, a "golden stick" standing in anger, and the Buddha's fire is full of fire.

As for the burly Shuten boy with his back facing the hill, who was pressed down by him with the thick and long "golden stick" between his legs, it was purple flames surging, no strands, twisted muscles, and the lining was extremely petite and thin. "Mochizuki Che".

This scene of Ji Lie fighting naked in the big river and mountains is vivid on the paper under his ingenious painting skills.

"Next, we just need to take Nabaraki's avatar as a material and incorporate it into the painting..."

"Boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the building complex at Tokugawa Yoshinian's feet suddenly stopped shaking.

When the dust settled, Shuten-douji, who was three meters tall, with broken armor and exposed eight-pack abs, appeared.

"Mystery makes me feel good, but...you lose again, Ibaraki..."

And what he pressed under his body with the thick golden rod of his calf and his hands locked behind him was the "Mochizukiche" who was burned in the golden Buddha fire, his limbs were twisted in many places, and his eyes were resentful.

"...It's been a thousand years, and you still haven't beat me once."

"Mochizuki Che"'s dark and sturdy right arm has shrunk to the point of being skinny at this moment, which obviously consumes a lot.

This situation is actually exactly the same as Tokugawa Yoshinian's painting.

"Hmph, it's all my fault that this kid's body is too weak... It's not as good as your ghost body..."

"It's just this mouth, it's still as tough as ever... Next, it's the long-lost 'loser punishment time'."

Thick fingers caressed the corners of "Mochizukiche"'s lips, and Shuten-douji, who was in the upper hand, said words that made the other party's trembling pupils show complex expressions of fear, nostalgia, shyness, unwillingness, and sinking: "You It should be missed too, right? It's been a thousand years, and Dajiangshan のjiri asked..."

"Damn! One day, I will be the winner and ride you under me!!!"

Lying on the ground, the purple flames all over his body were so weak that he looked like "Mochizukiche" that was about to go out at any time, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

However, the situation is stronger than that of human beings. With his bones broken every inch, he only has the strength to speak ruthlessly, and he can't even move his fingers.

"Hey, this unyielding yet sinking look is even more intoxicating than fine wine."

Looking at the irritating expression of "Mochizukiche" below him, Shuten Boy's mind seems to have returned to a thousand years ago, when he was chasing ghosts in the mountains and sharing the prosperity of the world.

……

Abandoning the cassock, breaking the Buddha beads, destroying the Buddha statue, the Son of God is no more.

Only the evil ghost Jiutun left, following the guidance in his heart, he headed towards the place where the resentment was most intense in the world.

The Dajiang Mountains lie between the worlds of humans and ghosts, and under the Danbo Peak in the center is the only place to travel to and from Kyoto.

Here, flags and flags are everywhere, blood is everywhere, people and ghosts are fighting day and night, and the battle is never-ending. It is a place of deep, dark, and fantasy.

There are no rules and regulations, complicated etiquette, only the weak eat the strong, and do whatever you want.

No matter people or ghosts, they are not enemies of drinking and swallowing together.

Crushed the human heart, let the hot blood splash on his face and drink into his throat, like the drizzle of Ibuki Mountain, giving him a new life.

The mountains and plains are all over the place, and the ghosts that catch the eye are all defeated generals under his command, and let him spur him on.

Even the **** of mountains and mountains entrenched here can only become the cornerstone of the throne for him to certify the ghosts and gods and proclaim himself the ghost king of the great rivers and mountains.

However, over time, the once hearty killing and predation became boring.

Whether humans or evil spirits, as long as the skin is torn open to reveal the flesh and the heart, they are all red or black.

Only the beauties with intoxicating wine and tender meat, and Ibaraki, who often came to the door to be whipped, but could only hold on for three minutes each time, talked to relieve their worries.

……

"Oh, it seems that there will be additional paintings of 'private houses' today?"

Looking at the upcoming "Dajiangshan Daily Punishment" below, Tokugawa Fangnian on the roof excitedly changed into a brand new human skin drawing paper and waited while writing.

At the same time, a figure with black "wings" appeared in his eyes at high speed from below like a roc spreading its wings...

"This is……"

Before Tokugawa Fangnian's six eyeballs could turn, the figure had already dragged the slender black line formed by grievances, swept vertically from bottom to top, and disappeared from his sight.

"……So fast!"

Behind the figure, the wall of the cave, which was originally green under the shadow of the green moss, was dyed with large swaths of bright white for some reason.

Looking closely, the ghosts and warriors he "created" were all standing in the building complex on the edge of the cave wall, with their hands clasped together and glowing with light.

"Hey, just up and down, left and right, back and forth, in and out, I had a lot of fun playing with me..."

The man's voice suddenly sounded above his head.

"When is it..."

Slowly raising his head, Tokugawa Fangnian's six pupils vibrated at the same time...

Above his head~lightnovelpub.net~, a pair of blond men with huge "black wings" stretched out on their backs. They were tilting their heads and holding a bald knife handle. Eyes fixed on him.

Above the hilt of the knife, fiery black flames lingered upwards around the intangibles, burning up, turning into a somewhat exaggerated flaming blade.

"You, you shouldn't be below, why are you above..."

The scorching white flame in the opponent's eyes, the sculptural body, the tattoo that burns like breathing, and the 18-meter-long black flame sword in his hand...

Yoshinian Tokugawa, who has drawn countless ghosts in his life, and even Shuten-douji can be resurrected through his painting skills, felt that it was the first time he had really seen a life-seeking demon who had returned from hell.

"Exactly, what is it, Your Excellency?"

He reached out his hand subconsciously, wanting to touch the stone bowl beside him, but he couldn't move because of the palpitations of being stared at by a predator.

"Hey……"

The upward momentum slowed down, and Sousuke Araki leaned down, tapped his toes, and landed firmly on the roof where Tokugawa Yoshinen was.

"Is this thing used to manipulate this Shenyin?"

Completely ignoring Tokugawa Yoshinian's intentions, Sousuke Araki and the other party passed by, came to the drawing table, and directly reached out to pick up the gray stone bowl on the table.

Tokugawa Yoshinian's behavior of fondling this gray stone bowl with indescribable techniques over and over again, he has already seen it all.

Coupled with the rune guidelines on the "Bamboo Picture Scroll", the possibility that this thing is the "Mochizuki Treasure" is self-evident.

The moment the stone bowl was picked up, the "Bamboo Tori Picture Scroll" hanging on his waist, like a giant lamp tube, burst into a dazzling white glow.