"Hey hey hey, it's done... This new cross-generational work, "Drinking the Big Dry Ibaraki"!"

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

On the still-ink-dry paper he painted, it was the Shuten boy with red skin and long horns, shattered clothes, standing ghost gold sticks, and Buddha fire in the sky.

As for the burly Shuten boy with his back facing the hill, who was pressed down by his sturdy body, it was the purple flame surging, no strands, twisted muscles, and the lining was extremely petite and thin, "Mochizuki Che" ".

This scene of Ji Lie's naked body fighting with the evil spirits of the great rivers and mountains is vividly displayed on the paper under his ingenious painting skills.

"Next, you just need to use Nataki's avatar as a material and incorporate it into the painting..."

"boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the building complex at the foot of Tokugawa Fangnian suddenly stopped shaking.

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

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

And the one who was riding under him extremely strongly, with his hands locked behind him, was "Mochizuki Che" who was burning in the golden Buddha fire, his limbs were twisted in many places, and his eyes were resentful.

"...For a thousand years, 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 exactly the same as the picture written by Tokugawa Fangnian.

"Hmph, it's all my fault that this kid's body is too weak... 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 You should miss it a lot too, right? It's been a thousand years, and the impetus of Dajiangshan..."

"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 a "Mochizuki Che" 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, and his bones are broken every inch, and 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" under him, Shuten Boy's mind seems to have returned to the time when he was chasing ghosts in Dajiangshan and sharing the prosperity of the world a thousand years ago.

...

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

Only the evil ghost Jiutan left, following the guidance in his heart, he went to the place where the resentment was most intense in the world.

The Brokeback Mountains lie between the worlds of human and ghost, and the bottom of the most central Danbo Peak 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 human or ghost, they are not enemies of drinking and swallowing together.

Crushing the human heart, letting hot blood splash on his face and drink into his throat, like the drizzle of Ibuki Mountain, let him be reborn.

The mountains and plains are all over the place, and the ghosts that catch the eye are all defeated generals, and they are allowed to spur him.

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

However, after a long time, the once hearty killing and predation became boring.

No matter human beings or evil spirits, as long as the skin is torn open to reveal the flesh and the heart, they are both red and black.

Only the intoxicating wine, the beauty with tender meat, and the 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 house paintings' today?"

Looking at the "Dajiangshan Daily Punishment" that is about to be unveiled 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 Dapeng 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 that 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" are all standing in the building complex on the edge of the cave wall, with their hands clasped together and glowing.

"Hey, it was a lot of fun going up and down, left and right, front and back, in and out just now..."

The man's voice suddenly sounded above his head.

"When is..."

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

Above his head, 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. The veins on their foreheads burst, and they stared at him with murderous eyes.

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

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

The scorching white flames in the opponent's eyes, the sculpted body, the tattoos that burn like breathing, and the 18-meter-long black flame sword in his hand...

Tokugawa Yoshinian, who has drawn countless ghosts in his life, and even Shuten-douji can be resurrected through his painting skills, only feels that it is the first time that he has really seen a life-seeking evil spirit who has returned from hell~lightnovelpub.net~ What is your Excellency? What? "

He reached out his hand subconsciously, wanting to touch the stone bowl beside him, but 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 what Tokugawa Yoshinian meant, 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 methods over and over again has long been seen by him.

Coupled with the rune guidelines on the "Bamboo Picture Scroll", the possibility that this thing is the "Mochizuki Secret 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. 1616046843