That is a completely different concept from the weapons made by humans in this era. In that era of mystery full of gods and all kinds of gods, it is very difficult to compare its history and mysterious esoteric.

"...Budu Soul Sword!"

Nuliang drew out the Mi Miqiri pill with a sliding scoop and explained to Nuliang Koi with a smile.

"This artifact originally fell into the hands of Prince Shotoku's subordinates of the Wubu clan, Budu, and this is the last record of it in human history. With the death of Prince Shotoku, the sword of Budu Royal Soul It hasn’t appeared in history anymore. Even I was surprised when I borrowed it from the Tuyumen’s house. It is said that this artifact is the ancestor of the Tuyumen, and the great onmyoji placed it at the Tuyumen’s house. As for that Where did the Great Onmyoji source come from? Maybe he had planed the grave of Prince Shotoku."

Nu Liang said jokingly, until the tension eased a lot.

"...Then old man, be careful yourself, I will set out now."

"Go go now!"

Nu Liang's sliding scoop waved his hand to Nuliang Carp, motioning him to leave quickly.

"Ha, then my ghosts, stand behind me and march together until dawn!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

Baigui, who belonged to Nuliang's carp companion, screamed for joy, and followed him quickly wandering away under the cover of the thick mist of monsters.

Yumenin Yoshihei did not stop them, and allowed the monsters to leave. This too calm performance made Nuliang slippery a little uneasy, as if he had something to follow.

The calm-faced Yumenin family's second generation eye did not focus on Nuliang's slippery body until Nuliang Liban's figure completely disappeared from his line of sight. He didn't say much, just slowly Raised his hand and said calmly: "...Then let's start here too!"

A pentagram appeared in his gloved palm, and several spells popped out of his body and floated in the air to converge into a larger pentagram.

"Weather manipulation!"

"Boom—"

With the low drink of Yumonin Yoshihira, the clear night sky was densely covered with dark clouds, the deep dark clouds flashed thunder, spring thunder exploded, irritating people's eardrums were painful, and the burning flames of Tokyo hung strong winds. The wind helped the fire. Some intact buildings were also engulfed by fire. Lightning descended from the sky at the speed of lightning and stone fire, hitting the position where Nuliang's sliding scoop was standing like five thunders, and bombing the ground under his feet into a terrifying giant pit.

However, after the blow, Yumenin Yoshihei was not happy. There was no Nuliang sliding corpse in the deep pit. What was left was an afterimage of him. The afterimage dissipated like a mirror flower, and the slick ghost started in an instant. His own "fear" appeared silently behind Yumenin Yoshihira, and his head was cut off with a flash of the light of the Mikimaru sword.

"Huh—"

There was a loud metal clash, but Yumenin Yoshihei raised his hand and blocked Miyakimaru with his gloves.

"Ha, compared to your father, your onmyoji is far worse!"

Nu Liang's sliding scoop seems to have restored his youthful and vigorous posture. While he used words to strike at Yumenin Yoshihei, his figure turned into an invisible shadow and slashed countless slashes at him. The shadow of the sword, light and sword shone in the night sky. At the same time, Hyakki Yakou, a slick ghost, was finally launched, and the terrifying demon energy engulfed the entire battlefield in an instant!

"...I really can't do the big secret technique of father's astronomical manipulation, but if you think that you can defeat me by relying on these monsters alone, that's really naive!"

Compared with the astronomical manipulation, which is one of the highest secret arts of the Yin and Yang Dao, it is the mighty starlight that can be lowered using the stars of the universe as a chessboard. The weather manipulation of Mikotoin Yoshihira can only manipulate the weather in some parts of the planet, but Even so, this is a power that modern Onmyojis would not dare to think about. Using the power of one person to call on the wind and rain, and provoke lightning and thunder, it is not much more than the gods!

As Yumenin Yoshihira's voice fell, Nu Liang's pupils shrank, only to see the fox marks on the man's face getting heavier, and behind him, there were eight red fox tails!

Although it is not as pure and beautiful as the white fox, the red tail is also enchanting!

"...Be careful not to die like this, slicker!"

The battle between the two sides has just begun...

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"...Is the ceremony finally ready? It really makes me wait."

In the depths of the lifeless underworld, a figure seemed to come across the long river of time, Liang Yiluo raised his head and looked at the heights of the underworld, where there was a deep vortex that ordinary undead could not see, and they rotated counterclockwise. , Seems to be attracting inexplicable souls.

He was wearing the imperial **** robe, with his hands folded in front of him, slowly moving forward, and before he walked far, he saw the dark purple and blue colors of the underworld suddenly become warmer, appearing as warm colors as the setting sun.

A river lay in front of him, and countless ghosts roared in the river, but as Liangyi fell closer, the wailing voice was much smaller.

He who possesses part of the power of Taishan Mansion is the master of death!

Walking on the shore of Huangquan, he soon saw a **** of death holding a sickle and sleeping on the riverbank. If you look carefully in the distance of Huangquan, you can also see a girl standing on the bow of the boat, singing melodiously "Send Seven Sons".

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"When will the cherry blossom bloom? In the mountain village, when will it bloom? When will the cherry blossom be fragrant? Seven sons laugh and play often..."

The weird singing came from the Yellow Spring, and the girl’s voice was deep and mysterious, reflecting the water of the Yellow Spring under her feet, corresponding to the vicissitudes of life and the dead trees on the shore, giving people a sense of impermanence but weird powerlessness for no reason.

Yisou, a small boat built by the tree of the underworld, floats on the yellow spring, and the mourning souls in the yellow spring are wailing all over the sky. It is even more frightening with the singing of the **** girl, but the sound is too beautiful, even if you know that the ultimate goal is death, Can't help but want to fall into it.

The boat wandered gently, seeing the fog that filled the yellow spring with nothing, and soon came to the shore. The girl in a Sanding kimono held a yellowed ancient lamp in her hand. The wick was blurred and the light was dim. She was combing Princess Ji’s. Hair style, black hair is like the deepest death in hell, and a pair of blood-colored pupils make people wonder whether real blood will shed in them.

The girl was petite, and she walked off the boat wearing clogs, and when she landed on the land of the underworld on the other side of the yellow spring, the whole person seemed to merge with this ghostly death.

Once possessed by the Lord Taishan Palace, she left enough inheritance for the girl after the death lord left. This made Yan Moai a veritable'hell girl'. The death sent out by her really wanted to be able to interact with the girl. You Yuko is comparable, and the deep death also tells others that a girl can never be reincarnated, she can only be a girl from **** until everything perishes.

However, unlike Zeng Jin’s countless parallel worlds, although Yan Moai is a **** girl, she is relatively free. She has not been fettered by anyone at all. There are no rules that must be followed, and she can travel between Yin and Yang at will.

When Yan Moai walked to the land of the underworld, from the mist on the bank of the yellow spring, she saw the only figure no matter the past or the future.

Her complexion was complicated, and the memories of the distant past reverberated in her mind from time to time. It was Yan Moai or the happy time of human beings. It was in that remote mountain village, talking and laughing with the man in front of her, feeling like a father. Like her brother's care, that was the happiest and most memorable day in Yan Moai's life. Even though she now has an immortal life and powerful power, she still misses the joy of ordinary people.

However, all this has passed, betrayed by his cousin, buried alive by the people in the village, and after seeing his death, Yan Mo'ai has a kind of sorrow of death, and can only do this. Hell girl, wandering in the yellow spring all day long.

However, it is precisely because of this man that his parents have come to the redemption, and he has gotten revenge while getting rid of the tragic fate of being restrained by others, and has the free identity that he is now.

This is a person who is not a good person, not a bad person, just like his name, who possesses the "two rites". Yan Moai cannot use her own thoughts to comment on her, she can only use her low and dumb as she is now. It sounds beautiful, as if there is a curse-like voice calling him:

"...Mr. Fall."

For hundreds of years, Yan Mo'ai was still surrounded by hatred, but that was not hatred of the man in front of him, but hatred of the cousin who buried her personally.

When facing the fall of Liangyi, Yan Moai lost that indifferent expression, her complexion and unspeakable expression, she felt at a loss, and she didn't know what year of loss tonight.

"……Love."

Listening to the everlasting gentle voice, watching him with a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth, Yan Moai's mind trembled, and even hallucinations appeared in his eyes, recalling the good times of the six years.

"Still beautiful, love..."

Liang Yiluo called her name, making Yan Moai silent.

Slowly walked to her side, and touched Yan Moai’s long, cold and lifelike hair, dark and deep, as if she wanted to absorb human souls, and her pale cheeks and blood-colored eyes were even more faint. With alternative coquettish beauty, it attracts people to death.

"... How good is your life for these hundreds of years? Ying Ji didn't make you too tired, right?

The palm of her hand was warm, but it made Yan Mo'ai feel the sadness that she could never return to the happiness she used to be happy. Her tone was as peaceful as she used to be, and she rarely carried emotions, but said with a cold face: "...Master Ying Ji is very good, she No specific work was arranged for me. The sea of ​​flowers on the other side of Huangquan is very beautiful, and occasionally living in the sea of ​​flowers also makes people feel happy."

"Then I can rest assured. If you think the underworld is boring, then go to the world to have fun. Now the world is different from before. If love has anything you like, just do it at will. The world is dark and curses a lot. Some people are resented, and humans have strong beliefs. If the resentment is deep, even if they go to hell, they will take the blame."

As Liang Yiluo spoke, he bent down and tied a Buddha bell on Love's wrist.