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Chapter 635: The God of Death

Alike, the more I look at it, the more alike it is.

Eita, the demon who wields the devil's sword Hirimuru and is controlled by the sword, is as heartless and ungrateful as he is.

No, this Quan Xing is even more brutal and insane than Eita.

Under Hirimaru's control, Eita likes to fight strong enemies and cut off their heads, but when he knows he is no match for his opponent and is in imminent danger, he will obey his inner fear and run away.

When Eita faced the White Owl Liang Ting, he ran away. When Bihe Shinobu and Tangmen had a battle at the Toutei Cave, he also ran away when the situation became bad.

Eita is a pervert, but this guy, who starts by exchanging injuries for injuries, is simply a madman.

The long-nosed elephant gods gritted their teeth and cursed inwardly, but the cursing in their hearts was already a manifestation of their fear of the wolf-butterfly.

Only when you are displeased with someone but dare not show it, you will curse them in your heart. Only when someone looks down on you will they curse you out loud to your face.

The long-nosed elephant felt fear in its heart, and became a little timid when it attacked and moved. It walked back and forth, and was almost retreating to the side of the big-bellied gods.

The angry big-bellied gods scolded him and told him to hold on, while they followed his footsteps, retreating and keeping a distance from the wolf butterfly.

As a ranged fighter, if he were to be hit by Wolf Butterfly's sword, he would probably be shattered into pieces.

On the other hand, the wolf butterfly becomes more ferocious and fiercer the more it is beaten.

It's like a burning match, the flame gets brighter the closer it gets to the bottom.

The so-called magic sword is certainly not as moderate and peaceful as the authentic Xuanmen mental method.

The magic sword technique takes a quick and dangerous path. Every move and every style is to defeat the opponent more efficiently. Every move and every style is desperately squeezing out one's own strength.

Release the candle flame in an instant, and bloom into bright starlight that attracts everyone's attention.

The longer the fight lasted, the more murderous the Wolf Butterfly became, the less human he became, and the more devilish he became. The blood color in his eyes became darker, blending black and white, and there seemed to be only two balls of devilish flames in his eye sockets. His moves became more fierce, and the blade became sharper.

The devil flames burned the air, and the big knife seemed to be twisted into a man-eating devil dragon, bending and biting off the flesh of the long-nosed elephant gods.

But the Wolf Butterfly also looked thinner, and the flesh and blood on its body was burning desperately in order to support the magic sword, until its scalp covered its skull. The Wolf Butterfly looked like a skeleton monster covered with human skin and burning with magic flames.

The more the sword strikes, the more energy the magic sword will drain from Wolf Butterfly. If the enemy cannot be killed quickly, the magic sword will drain all the energy from Wolf Butterfly's body and pour it into his soul, turning him into a magic sword evil spirit that can only swing the sword to kill enemies.

An evil ghost who is ignorant and has no feelings except fighting.

The long-nosed elephant gods did not know this. Seeing that Wolf Butterfly was in a strange state and became thinner and thinner during the battle, they thought that they could use a delaying battle to drag Wolf Butterfly to death.

He changed his tactics and no longer tried to fight back. He focused all his attention on dodging and no longer approached the big-bellied gods. He moved back and forth to the east, south, west, north, up, down, left and right, trying to drag the Wolf Butterfly to death.

  Whoosh!

The long-nosed elephant gods just leaped up quickly as if they had stepped on a spring. A black line flashed through the air and pierced through the chests of the long-nosed elephant gods like lightning.

Two more wounds appeared on the chest, and the spiritual energy overflowed again. The long-nosed elephant was forced to stop moving. It was stiff for a moment and fell down helplessly.

The Wolf Butterfly was right below it, with a bloody smile on its face, and the blade slashed upwards.

The devil is rampant!

The blade light surged for dozens of feet, like a blood fan opening its screen, splitting the long-nosed elephant gods into two in the air, and they fell to the ground with a snap, scattered all over the ground. The wolf butterfly opened its mouth and swallowed the spirit essence of the gods that had not yet dissipated and returned to nature. It was sucked into his stomach and instantly refined into his own essence, restoring a bit of human appearance.

The Bei Ming Divine Art, or the Bei Ming Divine Art after its magical modification, is the Bei Ming Divine Art that can absorb people's essence. The highest level of the Bei Ming Divine Art can be the Bei Ming rebirth method.

Although its conversion efficiency is far inferior to that of the Six-Storey Immortal Thief, it is enough to extend the life of the Wolf Butterfly.

If Wolf Butterfly had not stolen this martial art from Ding Chunqiu, she would have been controlled by the sword technique and would have become a demon sword spirit long ago.

The blow that turned the tide of the battle was the sad little arrow cast by the blood butterfly.

Blood Butterfly was good at using flying knives. When she was traveling in the heavens, she worshipped Yuan Shisanxian as her master and became a member of Liuhe Qinglong. She was taught the magical skill of forbearance. After Yuan Shisanxian was injured by Zhuge Zhengwo and Liuhe Qinglong's attempt to assassinate Yuan Shisanxian failed, she took advantage of the situation and killed Yuan Shisanxian with a rifle, and successfully got the Sad Arrow from Yuan Shisanxian.

The Sad Arrow uses love as its bow and the power of "no attachment", which is commonly known as the "ruthless power". Its arrow method is shocking and can turn everything into arrows. After the attack, it will directly hit the opponent's heart. It also has a tracking effect and can shoot through the heart even from thousands of miles away.

Originally, the Heartbroken Arrow required the Mountain Skill, the Forbearance Skill, and the Heartbroken Arrow Skill to be practiced, but Blood Butterfly replaced the Mountain Skill with the method of controlling objects, and used witchcraft to deliberately provoke her own three corpses.

He borrowed the emotions of the three corpses as strength and the method of controlling objects as aiming, and perfected this unique skill called Sad Little Arrow.

When the little arrow is shot, it breaks my heart.

To experience endless possibilities, this is why Quan Xing was willing to be exiled from the world of the living by Hu Xiuwu.

Under the sniping of the Blood Butterfly's Sad Arrow, the remaining big-bellied gods had no chance of escape and eventually died under the Wolf Butterfly's knife, which he swallowed whole.

But Blood Butterfly was not in a hurry. He waited until the evil spirit around Wolf Butterfly was finally retracted into his body and the sword was sheathed before he grabbed the shuttle and jumped down the stairs.

"It turns out that the so-called gods are actually monsters."

No corpses were left where the long-nosed elephant gods and big-bellied gods died.

Instead, there were broken long-spouted teapots and a small drum with a hole in it all over the floor.

"The Shinto religion calls this thing a Fusangshen!"

After releasing the evil nature, Wolf Butterfly in the sage state replied.

Blood Butterfly said: "Oh, they are all the same."

Things become spirits as they age. Objects that are often played with and come into contact with human popularity will turn into spirits over time.

In China, there are the terms "book spirits" and "painting spirits". In fact, sword spirits also fall into the category of things that have grown into spirits.

However, there are an outrageous number of spirits in Japan, much more than in China. The country occupies a smaller area and has fewer old objects than in China, but it can still breed so many Tsukumogami. This is obviously unreasonable.

The Yulong Society must have mastered some technique to give birth to Fusangshen.

Blood Butterfly complained: "But these gods are too weak. They have the nerve to use the word god."

Wolf Butterfly said: "They have all been reduced to patrolling security guards, and are on par with the Hundred Ghosts. How much stronger can they be?"

"That's right." Blood Butterfly smacked his lips, and looked out over the chaotic scene of smoke and sirens in Karakura Town. He couldn't help but open his arms and sighed:

“The familiar taste is back.”