A mob of clones

Chapter 378: Your name is Zhenren? Sorry, he's not here

My vision returned to half a day ago, beside the bridge...

The real person is very happy today. He originally thought that this mission would be boring. After all, it is really meaningless to deal with a weak guy like the Finger Curse Spirit who has no mental power.

But who would have thought that he would see such two interesting humans after arriving at his destination.

One of them exuded a strong aura of life, and he couldn't help but reach out and pluck off the other person's head.

The other eye seemed to contain some strange magic power, so he stretched out his hand and pushed her into the barrier of finger magic.

Wanting to watch this girl die painfully while being eaten by the insect curse, those amber eyes full of pain and despair are definitely the incarnation of art.

But he didn't expect that this girl would give him another surprise that he had never thought of.

Not only did she not die under the mouths of those insects, but she came to the battlefield between him and the finger curse spirit.

He asked the clone who stayed in place to admire the birth of the artwork to share his memories with him, and the real person discovered that this girl actually had a strange power that he had not discovered yet.

In order to carefully observe what that strange power was, the real person gave up his original plan of letting the girl die in pain, reached out to save the other party, and then sent the finger curse spirit to the girl, wanting to see the limits of his methods Where.

Then he was surprised to see that the finger curse spirit was stabbed to death by the girl's finger.

It was so interesting that the real person couldn't even describe his own mood at that time.

Taking into account the girl's strange ability, Zhenmao immediately changed his previous plan, and another strange idea emerged in his mind - what would happen if these two girls with strange powers were pinched together?
Good friends will always be together, they should be very happy...

So he returned the head of another girl who came here with the girl to the other party.

At the same time, he looked into the other person's eyes and touched the other person's face.

"I'll let you and your friends be together forever, how about you give me your eyes?"

"Inaction changes——"

Seeing the face of the girl in front of him squirming like water waves under his spell, the smile on the real man's face became more and more disgusting and more ferocious...

then……

He saw the girl opposite opened her eyes...

It was a deep black, so deep that it seemed to lead to the abyss, to the depths of the universe, to the darkness that was clearly unknowable.

Just by looking at the real person, he felt that his soul seemed to be excited, as if a huge black hole appeared in front of him and was about to suck his soul into it.

But the next moment the real person came back from that state.

However, what prompted him to recover was not his strong willpower, but a pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

He lowered his head stiffly, and then saw that the arm he was pressing on the face of the girl opposite him disappeared without a trace.

And this disappearance is not only reflected in the body, but also in the soul.

Today's real person is as if he has only had one arm since he was born. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot restore his missing arm.

At that moment, he was permanently missing a piece.

But before the real person could recover from his dazed state, a whisper that sounded like it was coming from hell attracted his attention again.

He looked up again and saw the girl in front of him with dull eyes standing there quietly. A blood-colored vertical pupil opened at some point above his eyebrows.

The three eyes stared at him silently, as if the hell was about to tear his soul apart.

"You just said you wanted my eyes."

As soon as the sound reached the real person's ears, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

In the end, he was horrified to find that he could not see anything. He used inaction transformation to change his soul, trying to grow another pair of eyes in their place, but there was no doubt that he failed.

His soul, which could have been easily flattened and rounded like plasticine, and transformed into various shapes, seemed to have had a piece of his soul cut out with a spoon.

No matter how much he shapes his soul, the missing piece will never come back.

However, as a curse spirit born from human beings' fear of the human species itself, Masato's reaction speed is also extremely fast.

Since no more eyes can grow in the eye sockets, no more hands can grow on the right arm. Then just change the position.

So in the next moment, a pair of eyes opened on the real person's eyebrows, and an arm stretched out from the pipa bone on his right side.

The moment his eyes just sprouted, the real person locked onto "Yotani Miko" in front of him. The moment his arm appeared, it was stretched into a long whip full of sharp blades.

Without any hesitation, he swung the arm that turned into a long whip towards the position of "Yotani Miko".

The tail of the long whip made a harsh sound in the air, instantly shredding the green grass on the surrounding ground, plowing up large tracts of dust and covering Yotsugamiko.

The moment the tip fell, it instantly expanded into a huge spike ball, hitting the ground and raising a large amount of dust.

After doing all this, the real person had almost no hesitation and had no intention of continuing to attack. He grasped the withered fingers in his left hand and a pair of huge flesh wings grew from behind. He jumped up from the ground and then It's about running away into the distance.

Although it was only a moment of fighting, the real person could clearly detect the difference in "Yotani Miko"'s current state.

The opponent's current state seems a little weird, and it seems that he can directly attack his soul. Like the knotweed he fought some time ago, it can be regarded as a natural enemy.

And the guy's methods on the other side are much better than the Japanese knotweed.

Fighting was not his mission this time, but getting back Su Nuo's finger was.

Although it is a pity that the action to obtain the collection failed, but now it is better to...

"You gave me a lot of money..."

……

"Then I escaped back. I even brought back Su Nuo's finger. Am I great? Should I be praised?"

The real person was still as funny as usual, but the faces of his companions across from him were a little serious.

Their strength is obvious to all. Although he is not the strongest among them, he is still in the mid-range and upward level and has great potential.

But the real person that the other party could actually suppress couldn't hold his head up at all. When did the neon magic world have such a character again?
Of course, these questions were only those of a few curse spirits. Next to them, the pseudo-Xiayou, or Kensuo, showed a somewhat thoughtful look after hearing the real person's description of Yotsuya Miko's power.

And his performance naturally attracted the attention of the real person opposite him. The other person did not try to hide his curiosity at all, and asked directly:

"Nai~, Mr. Xiayou, do you know something that you can tell us?" After hearing the real person's words, the people surrounding Clepsydra, Huayu, Tuogen, and Zhangxiang also turned their heads and looked at each other. Kensuo, although neither of them said anything, their eyes were urging - "Hurry up and say it."

Kensuo didn't mean to hide this, he smiled, clapped his hands and said:

"Your description reminds me of a person. His current situation is similar to Su Nuo. Maybe you will meet him."

"Who? Tell me?!"

Kensuo didn't care about the rudeness of the curse spirits around him. He chuckled and said:

"The most powerful spellcaster four hundred years ago, the ancestor of spellsmiths, and the earliest example of spellcasting—Shido Itsuka..."

"It is rumored that he was an orphan adopted by the Shido clan, a small magic family in the past. He gradually became the strongest with his talent and talents."

"Quite a few of the special-grade spells that exist today were made by this person."

"Four hundred years ago, when he was about fifty years old, because his end was approaching, he made an appointment with another rookie in the world of magic. After his death, Lu Yun Ziyi, who had been the strongest for nearly forty years, had a fight A life and death showdown."

"The real purpose of his participation in that duel was to use Lu Yun Ziyi's power to complete his final curse."

"Achieved immortality similar to that of Su Nuo, and turned himself into three bloody eyes."

Hearing this, Clepsydra suddenly became a little uneasy.

Ever since he took the initiative to challenge Gojo Satoru last time and had his head ripped off by the opponent, he had some stress reactions to the word "strongest".

Almost as soon as Kensuo finished speaking, he couldn't help but speak.

"Isn't this another Gojo Satoru?!"

When Clepsydra said this, he naturally wanted Ken Suo to deny it. After all, a Gojo Satoru is already so terrifying, if another one comes...

Thinking of the scene where he was surrounded by two Gojo Satoru, Clepsydra felt a little green...

Damn it, if that's really the case, what kind of era is this? What makes future curse spirits run around the wilderness?

Go to bed and wait until these two guys die of old age...

Fortunately, Kensuo did deny it.

"No~, although Shidou Itsuka's strength is indeed strong, it is far from being as invincible as Gojo Satoru."

Hearing this, Clepsydra just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, the words that came out of Kensuo's mouth almost choked him.

"Compared with Su Nuo's fingers, it should look like twelve to fourteen fingers."

"Take, take the young master?!"

The volcano on Clepsydra's head was about to erupt upwards almost instantly.

If he remembered correctly, the guy opposite rated him as eight to nine Su Nuo fingers, twelve to fourteen? Damn, he and Hua Yu together only have this number.

The leaky pot mentality exploded, yes, his mentality did explode.

How could a random magician be stronger than him, the strongest among special-level magic spirits? ! What else is the Curse Spirit playing? Tired, destroy it...

Fortunately, Kensuo also knew not to damage the morale of his teammates too much, so he quickly spoke to comfort him:

"It's okay, Shido Itsuka is a magician after all, not a magic spirit."

"Although he is a master of making magic tools, such a simple and crude transformation is bound to cause a certain loss of power."

"And the twelve to fourteen roots are just the upper limit of his peak strength. He can't reach the peak with me."

"Because one of his eyes is still in my hand."

Hearing this, Clepsydra breathed a long sigh of relief. Although there were two other eyes that could restore two-thirds of Shido Itsuka's strength, in that case they would be almost equal to him.

Coupled with the so-called loss of power, it should be worse.

If this is the case, then there is still a chance of not despairing...

But at this time, the real person stretched his neck, put his face in front of Kang Suo, tilted his head with curiosity and said:
"Nai~, Xia Youjiang~, I'm a little curious about the difference between the eyes of the most powerful magician four hundred years ago and Su Nuo's fingers? Can you let me have a look?"

"Because that guy cost me a perfect eye collection and I want to see what his eyes look like?"

There was no problem with the real person's title and the few curse spirits and Kensuo around him.

After all, he is a real person, and this guy doesn’t do outrageous things just once or twice.

It was just a piece of evidence, so Kensuo naturally had nothing to hide.

Anyway, according to his plan, when Gojo Satoru is sealed, the Cursed King is liberated, and the Death Journey begins, Shidou Itsuka, the "swimmer", will naturally be released.

Now there is no problem in opening the eyes of the real person in front of me.

So he reached out and summoned a strange-looking curse spirit. He put his hand into the mouth of the curse spirit and took out an eyeball that looked like a glass ball with blood-colored patterns on the surface. .

But before he could open his mouth to introduce the characteristics of his four-hundred-year-old collection, a huge hammer hit him directly on the head.

This attack came so suddenly that neither the surrounding special-level spell spirits nor Kensuo himself could react.

Almost instantly, the figure of the family flew out directly, and the whole face was sunken directly. The blood-colored eyeball in the hand also flew out directly, drawing a long parabola in the air, and landed on an elongated on the arm.

Looking at the clepsydra around the scene in front of them, Hua Yu, Tuo Gen and Zhang Xiang all showed expressions of disbelief.

"Real person!!! What are you doing?"

Hearing this, one hand turned into the shape of a hammer and the other hand pulled the old man as if he had eaten a rubber fruit and tilted his head slightly.

"Real person? Are you calling me?"

The next moment, his two arms instantly retracted and turned into normal hands.

Then he turned to face Leclepsydra and the others with a strange smile, and reached out to press the blood-colored eye between his eyebrows.

"Sorry, the real person is not here, please call me Wuhe..."

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(End of this chapter)