Intruders of the Moon World

"You guy... is it planned?" Bai Mu said angrily, "You don't trust me so much, you have to take me away at this critical juncture!"

"how could be."

Shiro waved his hand: "You are my master, like a father... Because of this, no one trusts your strength more than me, even if the other party is Sesshomaru, I believe you can hold him back. Bar."

"...I'm not as strong as you think. Now I'm just an empty shell."

"Don't say that, Mr. Huang Quan's mother Hiruko." Shiro said Baimu's real name casually, "If the plan fails, you will be troubled too."

Evil eyes of various colors appeared one after another in the mirror, and nearly a hundred vertical pupils stared at Shiro horribly, with countless echoes: "I promise, contractor, but if the ceremony fails..."

The mirror turned into black gas and dissipated out of thin air, leaving only the threat: "Your soul will be imprisoned in the Abyss of Naraku!"

"Heh, it's a little scary." Shiro smiled, "I'll leave my bodyguard to you, Jiu'er."

"Yes!" Jiu'er said solemnly, "I swear to protect Huang... Lord Shiro!"

"I'll be troubled if you die - live me!"

"Yes!"

Shiro turned around and said loudly to the hundreds of monster warriors: "Misters, the time has come, hand over your bodies to me!"

"For Lord Huang Quan!"

"For Lord Huang Quan!"

Flutter, flutter...  

The samurai drew long knives, slashed their wrists, and then stabbed themselves into their bodies in a form of incision, and it was an extremely painful cross.

Hundreds of people carried out such a bloody act of self-mutilation, the scene was really shocking.The girls were frightened by this scene, hugged and shivered.

The samurai dragged the injured body to the predetermined position, the body lay down, and the blood slowly soaked into the ground, dyeing the earth red.

After being washed by blood, wonderful patterns appeared on the ground that was originally empty, and they were connected to each other, like a ditch that transported water.

The corpses of the warriors gradually decomposed, sanded, and deformed, and were finally shaped by invisible hands into low walls one meter high.

After a period of development and adjustment, eight low ditches appeared on the ground, hooked up with each other, and the source converged around the small mound in the center.

Shiro frowned slightly when he saw the panicked witches: "Stop!"

Hiding the magic power in words, all the priestesses stopped moving in an instant, as if they were petrified.

Only Yuri, who was beside him, was not affected. She tugged at the corner of Shiro's shirt: "What's wrong?"

Shiro touched her head and looked at the witches again, with a flash of red light in his eyes: "Come here!"

Most of the girls didn't move, only seventeen people, including Zi Yuan, came over, their eyes were blank and their steps were stiff, obviously being manipulated.

"Bring the demon sword in." Shiro said loudly.

The man in white who had been waiting for a long time walked down with the stone platform, looked at the sand ditch in awe, and walked around carefully.

Seeing only two people, Shiro's face was slightly gloomy, but he didn't say anything.

Boom!

The stone platform fell to the ground, and the man in white knelt in front of Shiro: "Master Huang Quan, things have been..."

"If you want to survive, run away!" Shiro didn't even look at the two of them, "I can't take care of you next time."

The palm of the hand pressed on the pattern of the stone platform, and suddenly exuded an extremely terrifying aura!

It is neither murderous nor dead, but more like a collection of various foreign objects. In perception, it is like a monster wriggling in the dark night, and it is completely indistinguishable from its original face.

Hearing Shiro's words, the two men in white tumbled and fled, and soon disappeared along the stairs, as if their lifespan would be shortened here.

Shiro couldn't help laughing when he saw them like this, and then he focused all his energy on the arrangement of the ceremony.

One hundred and twenty backup priestesses were arranged to stand in the dead ends of the canal to ensure that they would not be polluted by "flowing things". Seventeen "containers" including Shion gathered around the "core" Yuri, like a flower. Buds about to bloom.

Shiro chanted a solemn incantation, and flashing lines spread from the girls' feet. In just a few seconds, a strange magic circle connected to the small mound was formed.

After removing the surrounding gravel and placing the stone platform on the mound, Shiro knelt down like a devout religious man.

"The girl is faceless, and the gods are silent."

"It is the original thing, it is the nameless person."

"The ancestor who was banished from the world, the one who left, the one who hated."

"On the other side of the Yellow Spring, where the flowers wither, those who have not returned."

"This heart and this wish will flow to the infinite..."

"Respond to my request, faceless earth goddess, great mother of gods!"

"—The time to meet the devil has come!"

Tender shoots burrowed out of the ground around the mound. They did not have nutrients and sunlight but grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, blooming blood-red mandala flowers.

But when they want to expand outward, countless marks appear on the mound, locking them firmly!

Shiro took a deep breath when he saw the engraving that appeared, and touched it tentatively.

"..."

Before they could meet him, his heart was full of warning signs, and Shiro instinctively stopped.

Wu Yan retracted his palm, turned it over and saw that there was a gray mark on the palm of his hand.

There was no pain or numbness. As far as physiological functions were concerned, there was nothing wrong with this skin, but Shiro could feel a little strange: there was no "life" on this skin, and only "death" remained.

It's not that it's dead in a biological sense, it's just that it can no longer carry out life activities, and it's dead like a dead thing.

This little piece of skin will be independent from the ecosystem called "Shirō Murasame", and it will neither age nor grow. To be precise, all cells will cease to function - not death, but "still."

Still, stillness is originally one of the forms of "death".

This is still no direct contact. If you really touch the engraving... In the best case, one hand, if you slow down, even the whole person will be still.

This is not the ability to stop the object's actions like petrification, paralysis, hypnosis, etc., but a concept directly endowed from existence itself!

Shiro was silent for a moment, and finally knew why he couldn't even break through the engraving of the mandala with the immortality blessed by the goddess of the earth...

"Huangquan's mother leech... That guy didn't lie to me, the spring hole can't be opened by ordinary means."

Taking a deep breath, Shiro pressed his hand on the stone platform.

"But that's exactly why this knife is needed!"

The black incantation was wrapped around his wrist, Shiro slowly exerted force, as if separating the surface of the water, his hands gradually sank into the stone platform.

"Ah-ha..." He showed an expression as if he had been burned by the flames.

"Lord Shiro!" Yu'er worried.

"fine......"

Seemingly touching something inside, Shiro's expression sank, and he gritted his teeth and pulled the contents out.

The stone platform suddenly cracked and shattered into countless small pieces!

"bass!"

A ghost-patterned long knife appeared in his hand, and the place where the blade and the handle were connected was a dry ghost hand, looking hideous, as if it was about to grab something forward.

At first glance, this knife looks like a magic blade that grows from the hands of evil spirits!

If that's the case, then this knife just looks a little scary, there is nothing strange about it, but then a green fire glows on the knife.

In just two seconds, it changed to black, followed by red, white, yellow, and colorless... The firelight changed randomly among more than ten colors, which was very strange.

Every time the color changes, Shiro's face will have a little more pain, just holding the knife for more than ten seconds, the mental impact of negative emotions on Shiro is comparable to the weight of a normal person's life!

"Ah... Sure enough, even if I have the ability to synchronize with the item, I can't fully control this knife without participating in the manufacturing process..."

However, this is not a pity for Shiro, because his original purpose is not to own and control, but to simply "use".

This is a magic sword that was made by the most brilliant blacksmiths with the purest materials extracted from [-] famous knives as sacrifices, and forged with the karmic fire ignited by the sins of human beings.

It cannot be seen entirely as a weapon in itself, but rather as a manifestation of the shadowy side of the world.What burns on the blade is not an ordinary flame, but the fire of judgment that directly burns the soul!

But if there is a sinful existence, the dark side of its soul will be ignited by flames!

"It's ironic that the only thing in a human being that is not 'stilled' is sin... jealousy, lust, murder, hatred, greed...even when it is physically still, these invisible Things will always exist and flow endlessly and never end!"

If it is a blade made of human kindness, it might be able to cut through the engraving, but unfortunately, that kind of power will detonate what is under the mound like a fuse.Only such a malicious blade can maintain a delicate balance.

After all, to Shiro, this is a key that looks like a knife, so making it a lead for explosives is meaningless!

Barely maintaining his sanity, Shiro used all his strength to stab the mark on the mound!

Invisible waves swept through everything around, indiscriminately interfering with objects in space, and the world turned black and white like an old photo.

But at the moment when he was about to wrap Shirou, the magician with two hundred and fifty years of obsession shouted out the real name of the magic blade in his hand——

"Yuyan Six Brahma Lords!"

Colored flames spewed out, colliding with the black and white space, making a sour squeezing and gnawing sound!

It was also in this short moment that this demon knife passed through the engraving that can stop all things, and pierced deeply into the land of blooming mandala!

call......

There was a sound like a giant beast gasping from the ground, but it would be too terrifying to say that it was the activity of a living creature, because just one breath produced a miniature earthquake!

The mound began to crack gradually, and a magnificent red light was released from it. The light was so beautiful that Shiro couldn't help but hold his breath.

In his obsessed eyes, with the texture of magma, the pure liquid like divine blood slowly gushed from the ground...

Chapter 87 Real ghosts

Ye Qing and his party did not see the so-called "residents" after entering Kyoto. The streets were empty, the stalls and shops on both sides were not closed, and various goods were placed on the shelves.Except for the absence of a figure, everything was the same as usual.

"It's strange, even if Huang Quan evacuated the residents, why isn't there even a single monster?" Li Pan carefully observed the surroundings, not daring to be careless.

"No traps and no guards, that's not my teacher's style..."

Ye Qing was also puzzled. If there was an ambush in the dark, then his stupid hair should have reacted somewhat.But the current situation is that Mr. Mao is doing everything as usual, and he is too lazy to pay attention to him...

Is it really a ghost town?Is that Huang Quan so confident?