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Chapter 1685 Christmas Gift (I feel like I still have to buy some nuts to eat)

A special magic spirit, a real person.

It has a technique that can directly touch the soul and change its form. For real people, the soul appears before the body. In fact, no matter what kind of harm is caused to the real person, as long as its soul is not damaged, then these harms are not surprising.

From the real person's point of view, no magician is its opponent, because the magician simply does not know how to protect his soul. As long as it is touched by him, it can activate the spell to twist the opponent's soul and kill him.

In front of real people, people as strong as Gojo Satoru had to be careful to avoid being touched by it. But now, it has caught Duanmu Huai's wrist. In the eyes of the real person, this is already his victory!

But now is not the time to brag about your victory!

The other party was a ruthless man who killed the two-faced Su Nuo. He must take action immediately!

"Inaction changes!"

Along with the real man's cry, it felt that its power had penetrated deep into Duanmu Huai's body, and then contacted the other party's soul.

Win!

At this moment, the real person's eyes were shining with excitement. The powerful conjurer who could kill even the two-faced Sunuo would soon become his collection!

This shows that I am the strongest!

However, the real person's excitement only lasted less than a second.

"ha?"

The real person had no idea what was happening. It stared at its own body with wide eyes. At this moment, the real person's body no longer looked like that of a young man in his twenties. On the contrary, his body swelled like a wriggling maggot, like a filled sausage, and its hands and feet seemed to It forked like tree roots, and its fingers turned into slender roots.

The real person at this moment is more like a ginseng than a human being.

"Why?"

The real person couldn't understand it. It knew what happened. At the moment when the real person's power came into contact with Duanmu Huai's soul, it felt an extremely strange force coming. The magic technique that the real person used to protect his soul was in this strange force. It has no effect at all in front of the power.

Right now, its soul has been completely eroded and twisted by this strange force, and is changing in an irreversible direction.

"Why...why...you...what on earth..."

The real person's eyes widened, he stared at Duanmu Huai, who withdrew his hand and looked at him leisurely. At that moment, it saw and saw the girl's true soul, which was indescribable, filled with great horror of distortion, darkness, and destruction.

Countless eyes emerged from it, staring at it. When the real person felt the other person's eyes, fear flowed through every vein in his body. The reverberation from a thousand mouths reverberated deep into the soul of the real person like the drumbeat of death heavy metal, almost destroying its sanity.

The soul has begun to mold and deform, and that power has penetrated into every corner of the real person's soul like venom, devouring its soul like highly corrosive sulfuric acid. The real person wanted to scream, but its mouth could no longer make a sound. When it opened its mouth, its vocal cords and tongue had turned into dozens of soft, slender, octopus tentacles that exploded from its mouth. , they bloom and stretch in the real person's mouth like sea anemones in the sea.

The swollen body gradually began to turn into a puddle of mud, as if a hole had been punctured in the originally filled balloon, and the real person's twisted and deformed body began to gradually slide towards the ground. Its body even has no supporting bones, and the whole body looks like a pile of molluscs.

"————"

Countless eyes emerged from the folds like the gaps in the belly fat of a three hundred kilogram fat man and looked at Duanmu Huai with horror, as if they were looking at something indescribable fear. That is an existence more abominable than death and more terrifying than nightmares.

During the whole process, Duanmu Huai did nothing. He just took a napkin from his pocket and wiped his hands before throwing it aside. Just such a simple action, when Duanmu Huai threw away the tissue in his hand, what was originally a real person had turned into a puddle of indescribable, squirming flesh and blood, as if it was a piece of flesh spread on the ground, mixed with meat paste. Made from large pancakes.

Every fold is a mouth. When the mouth opens, it will only scream like a mentally retarded fool. Among the sharp teeth, you can see eyeballs full of fear, as if they are hiding in themselves. The mouse in the hole stared fearfully at the cat outside.

This scene was so terrifying that even the smiling monk now had a stiff face, staring in disbelief at the real person who had completely transformed into a foreign body, speechless.

It wasn't until the real person's body began to swell again, and then turned into a puddle of mud with a pop, that the monk trembled, came back to his senses, and looked at Duanmu Huai in horror.

At this time, the monk's face no longer had the calm expression before.

"It's your turn next."

Duanmuhuai grabbed the hilt of the sword and stared at the monk in front of him. The latter's face was pale and he couldn't help but fall back.

"You, who are you?!"

The monk couldn't understand why the real person would become like this. He does understand why this is the case. Zhenren once distorted human souls and shaped human beings into monsters. On the other hand, as long as the soul of a real person is distorted, it will naturally mutate as a result.

However, he couldn't understand it.

Why? Why would a real person who was supposed to twist other people's souls have his own soul twisted?

Could it be said that this conjurer has the same ability to twist other people's souls as a real person?

"You don't have to worry about that, you just need to die."

Duanmuhuai held the weapon and walked slowly towards the monk.

"Do you know? There is a story about Christmas. Santa Claus will go to the homes of children in the middle of the night. If they are good and obedient children, then Santa Claus will give them gifts. But if they are bad children who are disobedient, Then Santa Claus will kill them..."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised his sharp blade.

"Santa's clothes are dyed red with the blood of disobedient bad boys, right?"

"You, what do you want!?"

At this moment, the monk's face was pale. He stumbled back, but he couldn't even walk steadily, and he sat down on the ground. He could only sit there in despair, watching Duanmu Huai walking towards him. Although he also possesses powerful power, at this moment, facing Duanmu Huai, the monk doesn't even have the intention to resist.

He looked at Duanmu Huai as if he was looking at an incomprehensible, indescribable monster. This was not a human being at all, but some kind of monster wearing human skin!

It's like watching a desperate serial killer walk toward his victims with a chainsaw in a horror movie.

"You have such power, you can do anything! Why! Why do you still obey the orders of those old men!"

"I have only one purpose."

Duanmu Huai raised his sword. "That's to destroy all the cursed spirits and protect human beings. It's that simple."

With that said, Duanmuhuai waved the weapon in his hand towards the monk.

"——I know the method!"

Accompanied by the monk's heart-rending shouts, the sword in Duanmu Huai's hand stopped on top of his head. The latter stared at the cold light in front of him tremblingly, sweating profusely.

"explain."

"...Okay, okay."

The monk nodded tremblingly, swallowed, and then looked at Duanmuhuai.

"Did you know? In fact, outside of Japan, spellcasters and spell spirits are extremely rare, almost non-existent."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai became interested.

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"This is the first time I've heard of this. What's the reason? It can't be because your population is of high quality."

Quantity piles up quality, this is an unchanging truth since ancient times. Duanmuhuai originally thought that since Japan has so many conjurers, there must be more in other countries. After all, there are many countries in the world with a larger population than Japan. Since there are magicians in Japan, other countries must also have them.

"Do you know Tianyuan?"

"Who? Never heard of it."

"I guess so."

The monk smiled bitterly.

"She was a conjurer from a thousand years ago, and she was a contemporary of Liangmian Sunuo."

"Oh? So, this old woman has lived for a thousand years?"

"It's more than that."

When the monk said this, he gritted his teeth.

"You also know that spell masters have their own unique spells, and Tianyuan's spell is immortality. However, this spell is not completely immortal. Tianyuan will also age, and once she ages to the point of death, she The spell will be activated, evolving it to the next level—that is, an existence similar to a curse spirit."

As he spoke, the monk became more and more excited.

"The curse spirit relies on instinct to survive. Tianyuan does not want herself to evolve, so every five hundred years, she will look for a suitable person to assimilate with, so that her lifespan can be reset, no longer aging and keeping her sanity. Not only In this way, Tianyuan has also set up barriers throughout Japan to monitor the situation in various parts of Japan, and it is precisely because of Tianyuan's power that Japanese magicians have such powerful spells and barriers..."

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

Duanmu Huai interrupted the monk's story. After all, as a judge, he had experienced too many similar things.

In fact, since he had been to subspace before, Duanmu Huai had a doubt in his heart, that is... why is subspace so close to the real world?

As we all know - well, all players know that although subspace is disgusting, there is a thick barrier between it and the real world. Even those as powerful as the Chaos Evil God cannot take the initiative to break this barrier and invade the real world. They can only influence and control humans through those weak points, causing a large number of massacres and various supernatural events, thereby weakening the barrier of the real world. Let subspace merge with the real world.

At the beginning, Duanmuhuai just thought that the subspace of this world had gradually merged with the real world. But when he heard the monk say that only Japan has the most magicians and magic spirits in the world, Duanmuhuai immediately realized that something was wrong.

This shows that someone is weakening the barrier between reality and subspace here in Japan!

Then, the monk confirmed Duanmu Huai's guess.

Tianyuan.

A psyker who has lived for thousands of years and covered the entire Japan with his own barrier. As mentioned before, a large number of supernatural events and abnormal deaths will weaken the barrier between the real world and subspace. Although I don't know why this Tianyuan did this, the result is that the barrier here is weakened, and more and more humans who are affected by the subspace and have psychic powers are born. And their power in turn catalyzed the increase of subspace creatures-that is, curse spirits.

The curse spirit takes the form of human fear, kills humans, and creates more unnatural deaths, thus making the barrier of the real world weaker and weaker...

Well, that is to say, all this happened because the old immortal refused to die obediently.

On the other hand, as long as Tian Yuan dies... half of the problem will be solved.

"Where is that old immortal?"

"In Conjuration College."

The monk answered honestly.

"However, it is not easy to find Tianyuan. She is best at barrier techniques. In the college, among more than a thousand doors that are constantly changing their positions, only one door leads to the Xingxing Palace where Tianyuan is located. Since you are As long as a special magician asks to see Tian Yuan, he will get permission."

"Very good, thank you for the information."

As the words fell, the sword flashed.

Before the monk could even react, his head and body were split in half by Duanmu Huai. In the end, the monk had a dull smile on his face, as if he had no idea what had happened.

"It was a nice Christmas gift and I accepted it."

Duanmuhuai picked up the box that fell from the monk's hand and was said to have sealed Gojo Satoru, and smiled at the monk's body.

"But unfortunately, you're still a bad boy who needs a lesson from Santa Claus."