A quiet Anbu ninja

The three of them opened their eyes again, and a viscous and flowing disgusting world appeared in front of them.

Looking around, everything above and below is wrapped in turbid oil paint.

The colors change, and it becomes dirty and dirty.

Thick malice surrounded them from all directions, interfering with their spirits and thinking.

As if standing in a stinky ditch outside, the stench continues to erode the sense of smell, making people sick and dizzy.

boom!

The three of them entered this space.

The oil paint roared and swayed wildly, setting off a huge viscous wave hundreds of meters high, covering the three of them head-on.

The malice that filled the surroundings became tens of times stronger in an instant.

A lot of negativity hits their minds.

Haiichi Yamanaka and Yuhi Hong's complexion changed suddenly, feeling that they were in an emotional storm, and the boat of thinking might be capsized at any time.

"Illusion·Tree Binding Kill' 々!"

Yuhihong resisted the nausea and quickly closed the seal.

A sapling drilled out in front of her, flaunting its roots, plunged into the huge waves to absorb the oil paint, turning it into nutrients for growth.

Pieces of bulges flowed quickly on the roots and sucked into the trunk of the tree.

Even so, there was still a huge wave of paint the size of a house covering them.

"Oops, my magic power is not enough!"

"Master Aoki, let's dodge quickly..." Yamanaka Kai didn't finish his sentence.

choke.

There was a crisp knife sound.

The giant wave stagnated suddenly, hovering in mid-air as if it had been frozen.

A bright silver thread streaked across the center, and then suddenly disintegrated into countless filament-like oil paints.

Yamanaka Haiichi and Yuhi Hong stared blankly.

Aoki didn't know when he held a sharp knife in his hand, and flicked it with his fingers.

Ding!

The blade vibrated lightly, and the voiceless sound floated.

shhhhhh...

Large swathes of bright knife lights burst out from above their heads, densely packed, one after another.

Like a waterfall of water waves, it suddenly washes away the surrounding oil paints.

The filaments of oil paint scattered by the huge waves were instantly wiped away.

Under the feet, on the top of the head, left, right, front and back, the flowing oil paint has completely wiped out a large area.

The underside of the paint is exposed, the original emptiness and darkness of the spiritual space.

The feeling of nausea and retching is gone!

"Okay... it's amazing!"

"too strong……"

The two were horrified and couldn't help murmuring.

"Well?"

"You seem to be very familiar with the battles in the spiritual world."

A rumbling sound like thunder exploded overhead.

Kaiichi Yamanaka and Kuroyuki covered their heads in pain, as if they had been hit on the head by a heavy hammer, and there was intense pain.

Aoki looked up, met the huge mountain-like head of the evil ghost, and looked down at him.

Those greedy eyes seemed to be looking at a delicacy.

"It's okay." Aoki looked at each other indifferently.

Even in the face of beings that are bigger and countless than him, his spirit does not fluctuate in the slightest.

Kurenai Yuhi and Kaiichi Yamanaka described the battle process in the report.

Knowing that evil spirits have this trick, they can hide their true form, trap them in a divided spiritual space, and mislead them into fighting.

"¨~ Master Aoki, this is it!"

"Master Aoki, please be careful."

The shock and pain in their heads dissipated, and the second time they faced the huge mountain-like head of the evil spirit, they were still so frightened that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

This is when a creature faces a huge existence that is far larger than itself,

A sense of crisis that is engraved in genes and reflected in thinking.

The ancestors of human beings engraved this fear, judging that the huge things possessed terrifying power and could easily kill themselves.

This judgment, as an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, is passed down from generation to generation.

But the spirit does not have a body. Image, clothing, expression, facial features, organs, etc. are all instinctive self-cognition and thinking inertia.

Size is meaningless.

The battlefield of the spirit, where imagination and expressiveness are the truth.

"But so what if it's familiar?"

"The gap in strength (obtainable) between us is so big that you can't resist."

The evil ghost smirked and squeezed the bubble in his hand, which was the false space where the three of Aoki were.

The same trick, simple and direct.

But exceptionally effective.

Yuhi Hongshan Zhonghaiyi, who was in it, seemed to be facing the destruction of the world.

The sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, and the broken space collapsed and compressed.

Squeeze everything inside into powder.

"fake."

Aoki said calmly.

With a bland sound, the collapsing world stood still.

The collapsed space was suddenly quiet.

All changes stop.

The evil ghost's kneaded fingers stopped more than ten meters away from the three of them, as if they were caught by invisible shackles, preventing them from entering.

ps: I am really grateful for the rewards and monthly tickets of my old buddies, as well as everyone’s support for reminder tickets.

There are only some plots that I can’t grasp, and I can’t hold back hundreds of words a day. I really get up quickly and feel guilty...

130. I want to eat you more and more (1/5)

The evil ghost's expression changed slightly, and his expression changed for the first time.

The foam that was supposed to be crushed at will suddenly turned into a hard stone.

As Aoki raised his head, he looked at him.

An extremely tenacious will swept out and instantly penetrated and mastered this small bubble.

Oil paint fades, pigments disappear.

The evil ghost felt that the foam in his hand was getting stronger and stronger, and a large amount of pure and tyrannical spiritual energy radiated out, supporting the foam to return to its original shape.

The area that had been dented by it.

It actually swelled up little by little, and pushed its fingers away firmly.

'The secret of the Temple of Fire is not useless. '

' Refined my spirit a lot. '

Aoki thought to himself.

'The way of fighting in this spiritual space is really interesting. '

'I kind of got it. '

A thought moves.

"what……!!"

The evil ghost screamed and let go, the foam ball in his hand suddenly became extremely hot, and the four red sun arrays burned with fiery flames on the edge.

The burning caused most of the evil ghost's palm to melt away, turning into oil paint dripping down.

"You bastard... die to me!"

The evil ghost stared with fierce black eyes, malice and murderous intent surging out like boiling hot water.

It was deeply jealous of this man wearing a mask.

This man has a problem!

He is dangerous!

Normal human beings are not pure thinking beings like it, how can they adapt to the battle in the spiritual world so quickly?

And his own mental strength is not bad, as if he had exercised it on purpose.

"Fire Hell..."

As the vicious ghost's deep voice vibrated, a dark flame burst out of thin air.

Burning out of nothing, it surges like a wave, enveloping the small ball.