Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

'The only son, he wanted his sick mother to live a better life, so he had no choice but to become a curser. '

Similar lies come out of their mouths.

"That's how it should be."

He turned his head to look at Fu Heizhen, who was bowing his head aside, patted his shoulder, and said happily:

"That's it, let's guard our freedom. Freedom is the most noble thing in the world. No one can restrict our freedom. That's how it should be. This is the essence of the spell."

The corners of his mouth were cracked, he was a little carried away, and danced:

"We are born free, and labor and capital will never retire! As long as I am alive, I will always abuse the weak. This is our [freedom], and this is a free country!"

"That's it, brother," Erliang patted his brother's shoulder and said happily:

"I'm here to hold Kira Nanami, and you are responsible for killing him. We are just and free."

"well."

The man lowered his head, his pupils dilated slightly, and responded in a low voice.

'Then—'

When Erliang was talking, his body froze suddenly. He tried hard to say something, but he couldn’t speak anymore. A cloud of blood began to spread on his chest. He looked back at the Zen courtyard and saw the latter bow his head , said to himself:

"Who are you sending it to?"

How...how is it possible?

Do Buddhist monasteries even have self-awareness?

Grandma Kamio looked at everything that happened in front of her in shock, feeling that her common sense had collapsed.

She shed cold sweat, and her once calm gaze was no longer kind, but full of fear and disbelief.

To be on the safe side, Grandma Kamio didn't copy the "soul information" from the Zenyuan or even the corpse, but read the Zenyuan or even the "physical information".

But how?

How... how could he have this self-awareness?

Zenyuan even propped his chin up, and pulled his hand out of Erliang's chest. He looked at his body hesitantly, and showed a happy smile.

The old man's body collapsed on the ground feebly, his pupils gradually lost their spirit.

Erliang's spell ability is strong and weak conversion, which can reverse the strength of the attack, but there is an upper limit and a lower limit. Kira Nanami's previous blow was already infinite after all.And this guy whose body turned into a curse is even more terrifying.

A direct blow pierced him.

"Haha... I don't know the specific situation, but my physical body is quite special."

"This guy's soul can't control my body, right?"

Soul lost to body...

Before Grandma Kamio could react, she saw a fist quickly enlarged in front of her. She had no time to dodge and was lightly touched.

boom -

Half of his head was turned into blood by this blow.

Zenyuan even shook off the blood on his hands.He turned his attention to Kira Nanami again.

After his rebirth, although he has a bit or two of reason, but most of them are unable to exercise.

Hunting the strong is his instinct.

Kira Nanami shook her head and stretched out her hand:

"Come on, Fuhei, we haven't finished fighting last time."

-

The last underground floor of Shibuya Station.

Naohua felt the change of breath in Shibuya Station, and put a Rubik's Cube full of eyes on the ground. So far, everything is as he planned.

He looked at the prison door rein in his hand and fell into deep thought.

I do not know how long it has been.

He suddenly spoke up.

"You came."

The lights outside cast light and shadows, and someone stood in front of the light. That shadow seemed to envelop the entire subway.

No.16 Chapter Victory

Five enlightenment.

This is a name that makes the entire magic world tremble.

It is the "six eyes" of the Wutiao family who came into the world for a hundred years, and at the same time mastered the ancestral art of the Wutiao family's "no lower limit".

Just one person made the Gojo family dominate, and he alone maintained the balance between the world of cursed spirits and the magicians.

But as strong as him, he also felt the long-lost trouble at this time.

As Naohua said, Gojo Satoru was at his strongest when he was alone.

Companions will become his shackles, as is the case with conjurers.

This densely packed subway station full of human beings is even more so.

People were rubbing shoulders, shoulders against shoulders, arms blocking arms, crying, panicking, trying to squeeze forward, forming a crowd of flesh.

Gojo Satoru has two tricky spells: one is the infinite space, and the other is the 'no lower limit' that makes him never be touched

The latter, there is already a solution.

[Field Extension], like True Yinliu, is a simple realm.If the orthodox domain expansion is compared to a cage, forcibly restraining the enemy in it, domain expansion is water, which sticks to one's body and only wraps oneself - although the effect of the sure hit is reduced, at the same time Also neutralizes spells.

In this way, Wujo Satoru can be hit.

As for the former, this place is among the crowds.

Once Gojo Satoru expands the domain, these human beings will be caught between the tents of Wuliangkong and will be crushed to death abruptly.

Among the crowds, Wujo Wu stood there, looking at the clepsydra.

Another special breath appeared, it was a mass of viscous liquid, like an octopus, and also like a sponge, wriggling on the ground in light blue—it was still a curse embryo.

fear of the sea , tuoliang

The other is a huge boa constrictor, its head hangs down, its cold eyes are vertical, reflecting Wujo Wu's shadow.

The fear of beasts comes from the evil curse spirit of the past, the snake head.

Listless, with a scar on his forehead, a piece of black paper pasted on the bridge of his nose, and a traditional Japanese dress, he looks like a young man who came out of the last world.

The head of the nine-phase diagram, the curse and the son of mankind, the bulging phase.

"Wujo Satoru, you are such a hypocrite."

The clepsydra was laughing wantonly, and the volcano spewed out hot air, causing the temperature of the station to rise sharply. Its smile was very happy, and it put its hand on the head of a middle-aged man. In front of Gojo Wu, Bit by bit ripping it off:

"Don't come here"

"Whether it's a domain or a spell, if you use it among so many people, you—"

It was suddenly dark in front of him, the sound of breaking wind passed by, the palm entangled with the dark blue magic power was already pressed on the head of the clepsydra, Wujo Wu stuck to its ear, showing a distorted and crazy smile:

"Baldy with grass on his head, are you underestimating me?"

He took the initiative to cancel the spell with no lower limit!

"Keep shouting."

at the same time.

Around Shibuya Station.

The sorcerers also took action.

Kira Nanami blatantly violated the order. As a quasi-superior magician, this was originally a weather vane.

Divided into three squads, Yuzhang Youren, Mingming, and Mingming's younger brother Yoyo, who are responsible for finding the nodes of the account, Fu Heihui and Yezhu are outside to protect the contact personnel.

Hideo Hoshino...Hideo Hoshino didn't know where he went. The head of the Zen Academy, Zhenyi Zhenyi, has already been in charge of the rescue.

Everything seems to be moving in an orderly direction.

-

Kira Nanami was covered in blood all over her body.

Fu Hei even had a very bad compatibility with him.

Killer Queen's speed is always inferior to those of the same level. Fu Hei is so fast that it is like a ball of black lightning. stature.

The Killer Queen couldn't touch him, so naturally she couldn't turn him into a bomb.

The withering heart-piercing attack is also very difficult to work. There are many modified humans on the basement floor, and their body temperature is higher than that of Fuheshier.

Kira Nanami's ability has been weakened by most, and the only thing left is to rely on spells and physical skills to resist Fushiguro.

I saw the sound of the wind mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, and the dust rose and fell again. Kira Nanami stepped back a few steps, and the knife in her hand turned into a flying black butterfly, breaking Fu Hei's continuous attacks again and again. down.

It was a fist shadow that was continuous like water, it was too fast to see clearly, it was a thick layer of fog, it was a thick fog formed by afterimages.

Ola Ola Ola... Kira Nanami inexplicably had such auditory hallucinations.

Lines are constructed in his mind, and Kira Nanami's brain quickly measures and quickly draws the key points.

Annoyed, irritated, irritated...

Irritability!

The fingernails started to grow again, and the scent of Gojo Satoru's spell was already coming from downstairs. It seemed that the battle had already begun.

Without thinking, Kira Nanami had already guessed the intention of these curse spirits, and used hostages to limit Gojo Satoru's performance.

Nothing can happen to Gojo Satoru... absolutely nothing can happen.

Having worked together for many years, he and Gojo Satoru are still colleagues. It would be better to say that Kira Nanami spent his youth with Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie. During those long years, we were exorcising together, studying together, and learning together. Fighting, sweating together, laughing in the sunset... these are not important.