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The giant eye in the sky kept twitching, pulling at the lines of curse power. In the process, the melting of the Ghost Emperor's head became more serious, and obvious cross-sectional cracks began to appear on his neck.

"This guy's head is not original and he can't stand the current situation!"

Seeing the changes in the Ghost Emperor, Kamiyakawa became calmer.

"Mary, Whale, Inugami, clear the way!"

Under Kamiya's order, the shikigami cooperated with each other and launched a fierce attack.

Mary's huge machete cut through a large, twisted black line of cursed power.

The Inugami breathed out blazing fire, and the sin-burning fire red lotus danced in the darkness, and there was an ancient and decaying scarlet aura that continued to permeate and melt the surrounding thick lines.

"Woo-"

The transformed whale in the sky blew its conch horn and raised the ocean scepter in its hand.

The skeletal whale echoed with its melodious call.

The sound of the conch trumpet and the sound of the whale are full of sadness, echoing in the air, each note is like a cold arrow.

Four skeletal whales swooped in from four directions.

With an aura capable of destroying everything and overwhelming mountains and seas, it crashed into the vortex hanging upside down in the air at the cost of its own collapse.

A deafening roar sounded, and a large number of pale bone fragments flew everywhere, mixing together like a thick layer of white gauze spreading out to cover all sides.

Countless black lines of magic power broke apart in the sky.

Under the giant eye in the clouds, the amount of magic power that was still connected dropped sharply.

"Now! Little Tapir!"

The excellent coordination of the shikigami gave Kamiya an excellent opportunity to attack.

"Puff-!"

A burst of dreamy rainbow light jumped out from Kamiya's side, fell on the ground and condensed into the appearance of a white alien beast.

The Dream-Eating Tapir raised its nose high, and the flashing red clouds spread out from its forehead and limbs, squeezing through the black line of curse power that was already riddled with holes, and enveloped the Ghost King not far away.

Under the control of the little tapir, at this moment, no matter what state the Ghost King was in, it was difficult for him to have the strength to fight back.

Clang!

The text in his hand vibrated and buzzed, flashing with a strange light.

The indigo sword pulled Kamiya's body and disappeared. The next moment, he reappeared in front of the Ghost King five meters away.

Fighting with gray skills, there is no way to escape.

Kong Wu's powerful ghost hand swept across, and the fierce ghost cutting blade slashed diagonally upward from left to right.

Aiming at the cracked neck of the Ghost King!

The speed and power of this sword, combined with Onishi's hand and Onikiri, are both difficult to describe in words.

It doesn't have any fancy skills, but it is the pinnacle of Taitojutsu that has entered the extraordinary realm. With one slash, the surrounding environment changes.

The majestic crimson blade pressed out like a pale crescent moon.

Wherever the blade touched, even the air solidified.

The surrounding thin black line of curse power and the cloud of auspicious light summoned by the Dream-Eating Tapir suddenly gathered on the blade and disappeared without a trace at the astonishing speed of lightning.

The ultimate secret of the extraordinary stage of the self-evident style of Taito, Yun Yao.

The blade struck the black bone at the Ghost King's neck, as if cutting into dull wood, but it didn't make the slightest sound.

On the contrary, it was Onikiri himself, sweeping out the mighty Yin Qi.

The gloomy cold wind whistled, and for a moment it was like an innocent ghost howling, and the evil soldiers passed by, causing the creatures to wither, and hundreds of miles of wasteland.

Kamiyagawa's black hair and clothes were blown away, and the mask of jealousy on his face looked even more bizarre in such an environment.

The twisting black threads and the remaining power of the shikigami were wrapped up in Onikiri's thick blade, and the Oni Emperor's head was chopped off.

The head rolled to the ground, and the headless desolate skeleton finally fell to the ground helplessly.

Ping Jiangmen's corpse is still incorruptible, but it is no longer a huge skeleton, but has returned to a state like a mummy, and it has broken into several parts and fallen to the ground.

Perhaps because the Ghost King was beheaded, the surrounding black lines shrank at this time, like leeches sprinkled with salt that couldn't help but twist on the ground, and slowly shriveled up.

In the end, the black vortex on the ground slowly dissipated.

Another vortex of black clouds in the sky also slowly subsided. The giant eye in the cloud just glanced at the Kamiya River on the ground again with resentment, and then seemed to be unwilling to do so. Its outline was obscured by the gradually darkening night, and it soon became invisible. breath.

…

Inside the thirty-six rooms.

Yucheng, Onizuka and other remaining spirit masters were blocked by the black vortex and were unable to step forward to help.

It was also impossible to see what the situation was like in the Kamiya River that rushed into the whirlpool.

After waiting anxiously for a long time, they finally saw the vortex slowly dissipating.

Standing in the center is the tall and erect Kamiyagawa and his shikigami.

They were breathing heavily but seemed fine.

"it's over?"

"The disciples of ghosts and gods win!"

The exorcists cheered up.

Sure enough, no matter what kind of enemy it is, as long as the disciples of ghosts and gods are present, there will be no problem!

"I have a feeling that what the Ghost Emperor did just now seems a bit like the fellow eastwarder I asked to help before... Fortunately, he was stopped in time."

Kamiyagawa dragged the knife forward and walked up to King Xingshi's head.

The mask of hatred on the head has regained its luster, and the three gorgeous colors on it are mixed together, which is breathtaking.

King Xingshi's cyan blue pupils flashed slightly, and he raised his head to look at Shen Gu.

"It's very similar..."

He said this with difficulty, his voice was broken and out of breath.

This guy is actually not dead yet, he really has a tenacious vitality.

Kamiya lifted Onikiri up: "What do you mean?"

"You...are like Abe Seimei and Ashiya Michimitsu at that time."

"Really?" Kamiyakawa shook his head, "I may disappoint you. I don't look like anyone else, I am just myself."

Onikiri swung down and chopped off King Xingshi's head.

There was a dull sound as the blade penetrated flesh.

The three-color resentful face was blown away by the impact.

"Prajna."

Kamiya shouted softly.

A figure with purple and white ruffles swept out from his side.

Prajna caught the strange mask.

The moment she touched Fang Xiang's face, the mask dissipated into flowing light of red, blue, and brown, and rushed towards the prototype of the third mask that had not yet been formed, floating around her waist.

Sure enough, Prajna and this mask are destined.

The resentful spirit party should be regarded as the spoils of this battle.

However, Prajna "accidentally" came into contact with it during the battle and absorbed it uncontrollably. The deal was already done, and even Kamiya couldn't stop it.

Ding bell——ding bell——

Zashiki took his chance and rang the bell.

Wrapped her little mother with auspicious breath.

"Well."

Prajna snorted softly, and the third mask that was slowly taking shape was restless. Although she is already an Aragami, it seems a bit difficult to accept this mask with strange abilities.

However, the good luck buff Fu Bao has attached to her should be able to provide some assistance to her absorption process.

Prajna didn't wait any longer in reality, he rolled back to Kamiya and disappeared.

"It seems a little forced."

Kamiya checked Hannya's status attentively and planned to go back to her shikigami statue to see her later.

Then he glanced at the head of King Xingshi on the ground that was pierced by Onikiri.

The head has turned into a ball of rotten flesh, and even if the mask comes off, the original face cannot be seen clearly.

Just the corners of his broken mouth twitched a few times at the end.

"General..."

King Xingshi's head seemed to murmur this last sentence, and then there was no more movement.

It seems that things here are finally over.

…

Probably a thousand years ago.

On a hillside near Kyoto, two men were walking on foot.

The wood-brown tree roots were knotted and the bluish-gray rocks were exposed. The two of them climbed deep into the forest on the roadless hillside.

The man walking behind was about seven feet tall, with a strong build and a majestic manner, with a tachi hanging from his waist.

The person leading the way was not as tall as the other person, but he was still quite strong. However, his clothes were more ordinary and he had no decorations on his body, but he exuded a graceful demeanor.

There are some tall fir trees in the mountain forest. The biggest one I saw along the way was too big for several adults to hug.

Although it was daytime, the light in the mountain forest was relatively dark, and the extending branches of the trees blocked the light.

The layers of leaves above sparkle in the sunlight, like countless emeralds. Because the light is blocked, there are almost no patches of low vegetation under the shade of the trees. Only a few weeds and some bear bamboos grow sparsely in the little spots where the sunlight shines through.

There is some moisture in the air in the forest.

It's summer, and it should be very hot, but the refreshing air in the mountains and forests, without a trace of dust or turbidity, is filled with the cold air of the mountains.

But even if the environment was comfortable, the amount of exercise involved in climbing the dangerous path still brought a lot of heat to the two people in the forest, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on both of their backs.

"Junyou, you said you wanted to take me to see something interesting, haven't you arrived yet?"

The man with a majestic bearing and a sword on his waist spoke, his voice low and loud.

And the pure friend he spoke of was naturally King Xingshi.

"It's almost here, General."

King Xingshi pushed aside the weeds and continued to move forward, followed closely by Ping Jiangmen.

"right here."

All I could see was that the mountains and forests ahead suddenly opened up, and the sky was revealed. Under the scorching summer sun, streaks of white clouds floated in the clear sky, and abrupt giant rocks towered into the sky.

King Xingshi climbed up a huge rock, followed by Ping Jiangmen, and they stood side by side.

"Jiangmen, look over there."

King Xingshi pointed forward with his hand. Below him was the vast wilderness caressed by the green ocean. The dark-brown mountains stretch windingly between clear skies and green fields, and beyond the foot of the mountains lies Kyoto.

"It's really spectacular." Ping Jiangmen sighed.

"That's Kyoto."

Because we are standing high and far apart, when we look at Kyoto from here, even the five-story pagoda of Jiaowanghuguoji Temple looks so small.

"How about it, Jiangmen. Are you attracted to that one?"

"What?"

"Of course Kyoto."

"Kyoto?"

"In other words, the world. I am extremely excited."

King Xingshi said this, the so-called world seems to be at your fingertips with just one glance.

"Since you are so tempted, then take it." General Ping laughed loudly.

"What about Jiangmen?"

"I don't want Kyoto."

"don't want?"

"The people in Kyoto are too pretentious, and the powerful flatter each other and engage in intrigues. My father couldn't stand it, so he ran away to the Eastern Kingdom. I stayed in Kyoto in the early years, but I couldn't stand it. I was still at home in my own territory."

"Hahaha! You are still so interesting, General." King Xingshi's eyes became sharp, looking at the outline of Kyoto in the distance, as if he was reminiscing about some bad past, "Flattery and intrigue, it's true. right."

"Don't talk about me, Junyou. Aren't you different? You were a good official, but suddenly you went to the sea to become a pirate. You can feel it too, right? That kind of discomfort."

"Yes, we are the same kind of people. But since Kyoto is not comfortable, then after you take it, can't you just make it comfortable?"

"It makes sense." Jiang Men nodded, then shook his head, his hair swaying, "But it still doesn't work."

"Why?"

"Because of the trouble. Taking down the trouble in Kyoto and making it comfortable is even more troublesome. The most important thing is that as long as the city is full of those bird dignitaries, it will definitely make people uncomfortable."

"That's right."

They both laughed.

"Jiangmen, since you are afraid of trouble, then I can help you. More importantly, this Kyoto is hindering your development in the Eastern Kingdom. Why don't you share it with me?"

"Only Kyoto?"

"Take over the world. You raise the pole in the east, and I will raise the flag in the west!" King Xingshi's eyes flashed, "In this way, Kyoto will be flanked by two sides."

"Then, the world can have it?"

"Available."

"Hmm..." Ping Jiangmen pondered, his round eyes covered with a layer of incomprehensible emotions.

"General, after we take over the world, you will be the emperor."

"Why don't you do it, Chunyou. I know that your ambition is never small."

"I don't have that kind of talent. General, you should be the emperor. Your family obeys you, your soldiers obey you, and I obey you. No one will not respect you. You will become a good emperor."

"I'll think about it again." Ping stretched himself on the huge rock.

The cool breeze was pleasant, making the two of them feel dry and comfortable.

"Listen, general, people have great responsibilities." King Xingshi spoke again.

"What do you mean?" Ping Jiangmen asked as if he knew what he was talking about.

"It's destiny. It's a great responsibility given by heaven. We are born with it."

"There is something in your words."

"I mean, whether you think about it or not, the mission you are born to bring together the people around you and push you to achieve it. Times make heroes."

"Do you really think so?" Jiang Men looked at his friend up and down, and then nodded simply, "If that's the case, then let it go. If this is the fate, I don't have to worry."

"I will remember your words, General."

"But I'll forget it."

"Forgot?" King Xingshi was surprised.

"Even if you forget it, since it is fate, I think the result will still not change, right?"

"Um."

"In that case, why not forget it?"

"It makes sense."

The wind blew from the direction of Kyoto, passing over the vast foothills of the mountains, blowing their hair and clothes, and lifting their dryness and comfort into the sky.

"It's so refreshing."

The two laughed again.

"Junyou, what will you do if I become the emperor?" Ping Jiangmen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Me?" King Xingshi raised his right hand, with a calm expression, pointing to the outline of Kyoto in the distance, "I will be your Guanbai, and we will create a free world there."