Jujutsu Kaisen: Unlock The Eight Secret Arts at the Start

Chapter 228

“Haha~ Yemeng, I don’t want to quarrel with you, and I don’t want to argue with you!”

“I only tell you a word!”

“Twenty years later, even if you break free of Zenin Ryuichi’s strength, you will not be able to see the whole picture!”

“Believe it or not!!”

After speaking, he took a serious look at his side, Jia Luo surrounded by light and Buddha’s light.

The figure began to collapse, and the darkness quietly passed away in a trance.

Only a soft sigh fell in Jia Luo’s ear.

“Zenin Ryuichi, it took two days to cut it out~”

bass! !

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Jia Luo’s eyes.

It seemed to have heard some exciting news.

The existence of a sword in two days is the greatest malice of mankind towards the gods and the Cursed Spirit.

It was a sword made by the will of Miyamoto Musashi, the strongest swordsman of mankind.

The aspect of that knife is the Curse of Quan Ke Cursed Spirit.

Every attack hits directly on the Curse Root of Cursed Spirit.

Every knife has a chance to completely wipe out Curse.

It is one of the most powerful Cursed Tool.

but.

It is extremely difficult to get out of the sheath with one knife in two days.

Only the Jujutsu master whose will can be recognized by Miyamoto Musashi can pull it out.

As the existence of the same era.

Kyara once fought side by side with Miyamoto.

So he knew exactly what kind of pride the Cursed Spirit that had no curse power, but relied on an ordinary long knife to kill all the Cursed Spirits.

“Hahaha!! You ask me what kind of person in this world can match me?”

“Oh, that’s too much. Inuzuka’s calligraphy and painting, Yamato’s tea ceremony, these are far from catching up~”

“You are talking about Kendo, haha~”

“That’s true, no one else~”

Jia Luo still remembers that at that time, he asked Miyamoto what kind of person could rival him, and that deep loneliness in Miyamoto’s eyes.

There was no existence that could carry Miyamoto’s will in that era.

Until Miyamoto’s incarnation took one cut in two days.

He also tried to draw a knife.

But it was rejected by Miyamoto’s will.

Only the existence that can be truly recognized by [the strongest] can draw the knife.

Ryuichi, who is now able to use the two-day sword at will, seems to him to be no less effective than Galo.

“Physical matters are still to be discussed ¨‖~”

Yemeng, who heard this, said nothing.

There was only a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, although the anger in his eyes was suppressed.

But it’s more like being hidden under a volcano that will erupt at any time.

“Hehe~ OK, then you can think about it~”

“I’m tired~”

While speaking, Ye Meng didn’t look at Jia Luo again, but slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Gallo seemed to want to say something.

His mouth opened slightly.

But seeing Yemeng’s behavior, he had no choice but to shook his head.

There was something indescribable in his eyes.

The light scattered all over the body and disappeared in the forest.

After a long time.

Ye Meng slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the ground that the two of them had done just now, resentment deep into their bones broke out in their eyes.

Peng! !

Peng! ! !

Two extremely terrifying curses hit the ground instantly.

He seemed to treat the ground as the two people, and vented his anger on the ground frantically.

“Wolf-hearted guy!!”

“If it weren’t for me, none of you would survive!!”,

“very good!!”

“You forced me~”

Yemeng’s voice gradually calmed down from the initial craziness while speaking.

In the end it became as deep as the Dead Sea.

He looked in the direction of Tokyo, as if he was looking at some prey.

……………

Suicide in the canyon.

In front of the cabin where Yada once lived.

A young monk dressed in white walked slowly to the wooden table.

Looking at the tea cup on the table, he smiled a little.

With the smile on his face, it seemed that even this terrifying and treacherous space had become a bit brighter.

On the monk’s neck, a pale Buddhist bead hung.

The beads looked very sad, as if they had gone through countless years.

He sat at the wooden table.

Pick up the tea cup.

Wow! !

The teacup in his hand made a few noises, and a cup of tea was slowly flowing out in the void.

“Lie, there is still no progress in your tea art~”

The monk looked at the empty stool opposite him, as if he had seen a lie in black, with a look of reminiscence in his tone.

“Yada, I’ve talked a lot better, it’s better to block, and to block is worse than sparse, a person who resists his own ability, in the end, waiting for you, only return to the ruins.”

“But fortunately, I can feel that your rules still exist intact.”

“It should be controlled by Zenin Ryuichi just like getting married.”

The monk put his hands together and said to himself.

Between talking.

The voice carries unspeakable rules.

Everything around him began to feel a bit of confusion.

“¨々Don’t worry~”

“You are always so anxious to get everything done.”

“Hundreds of years later, it may not be me who is standing in place and laughing.”

The monk looked at the void, as if he was interrupting all these countless hours, and was talking to some old person in the past.

Vaguely.

A space that looked like a mirror came out before his eyes.

Although unable to see the full picture of the other party.

But behind the figure was a huge red jug with a big, hideous mouth on top of the jug.

He seemed to be talking about something.

But the sound cannot be heard.

“You imagine that Cursed Spirit is just like this, stubborn and self-proclaimed as a god, but what’s the use~”

“In front of that one, you only have to bow your heads and call your courtiers.”

The monk seemed to be bored with the existence in the mirror.

With a casual wave, everything is erased.

(Lee De’s) 　Return to nothingness.

He drank clean tea from the past.

Then there was a bit of reminiscence.

Wow! ! !

A black breath instantly appeared from under his feet.

It seems to be guided by some kind of force.

His body gradually disappeared in the black mist.

next moment.

Appeared in the boundless darkness in the deepest part of the canyon.

Above countless desolate bones. He stood beside the huge coffin.

The expression of compassion and compassion on his face, like a bodhisattva, gradually faded.

He put his hand on the coffin without expression.

There was a bit of unclear light in his eyes.

“Brother, I walked out of the old monk’s bet~”

“Humans do have some very interesting existences.”

“You are right, the world is big and small.”

“The endless river summarizes everything, but I still can’t find your shadow in it.”.