Star God Ruler of the Moon

"So, let Ashiya Road run full again this time?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that guy to be so cunning. Those who come out to move around are all fake bodies. It's really shameless."

Onozuka Komachi put the sickle beside him, his head was almost buried in his chest, and a pair of fingers were pointing in front of him.

Siji Yingji glanced at the aggrieved Komachi, and sighed helplessly, feeling that the nutrition she was supposed to supply to the brain might have gone to the wrong place.

"Komachi, you are the god of death, didn't you check if the other party has a soul before ordering to do it?"

"Eh? It seems... yes."

Onozuka Komachi was stunned for a moment, and then he realized from Shiki Eihime's reminder.

At that time, she was holding the mentality of finishing the work as soon as possible to catch fish, and when she found out that Ashiya Road was full, she called the ghost messengers to go side by side regardless of 21.

Seeing Onozuka Komachi sweating profusely, Shiji Yingji, who knew her very well, didn't know what was going on.

"Advance underestimated the enemy, beat the grass to scare the snake, if you have done nothing, you should fight!"

Saying that, Shiki Eihime raised the repentance stick in her hand as if to strike, which made Komachi cover her head in fear and make an embarrassing sound.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Master Four Seasons, I was really wrong! Don't dare to be careless next time!"

"Do you still want to have a next time!?"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's not an example! There will never be a next time! If there is a next time, let me row until my soul is gone!"

In order to avoid being beaten, Onozuka Komachi did not hesitate to swear a poisonous oath on the spot, and bet on the 007 job system as a salted fish.

"Hmph! It seems that you have a long memory, so I will write it down for now, and I will be punished for multiple crimes if I make a mistake again!" From Xinxiaoqun 712205071

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With a serious face, Shiji Eiji retracted the raised stick of remorse, and she knew in her heart how difficult Ashiya Michimitsu was, so she didn't really blame Onozuka Komachi.

But Onozuka Komachi, she belongs to the kind of person who shines brightly when given some sunshine.

Therefore, in order to prevent Komachi from getting flustered, Shiki Eihime reprimanded her mercilessly, so that she could calm down.

Onozuka Komachi picked up the sickle and stood up from the ground, nodding to Shiji Eihime and asking.

"Master Siji, I will continue to hunt down the fugitive. I promise, I will never let him escape this time!"

After finishing speaking, the death girl was about to leave with the sickle on her shoulders, but was stopped by Siji Yingji who was staring at her back.

"Wait, the clues are all broken now, even if you want to chase, where do you go after it? How about this, Komachi, you go back to rowing first, and I will notify you when there is news."

"Eh? There are no clues to investigate clues, Master Four Seasons..."

"That's enough! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Remember! You're a sinner now..."

Hearing Shiji Eiji's words, he gritted his teeth a little bit, and Onozuka Komachi, who knew it was good, knew that he couldn't continue teasing his boss.

"Okay, okay, Master Four Seasons! I understand, I will go rowing now, and I promise not to be lazy!"

Watching Komachi fleeing out of the right and wrong hall, Siji Yingji sat back in front of the table with her legs wrapped in black and white knee socks. Her petite and exquisite hands picked up the gavel and buckled it. The sound resounded in the hall.

"Ascension!"

The ghost messengers with big arms and round waists filed in, standing on both sides with water and fire sticks, and all the vicious and evil spirits were like living ghosts and gods.

Accompanied by a mighty sound of 'mighty', two more ghost messengers walked quickly from outside the hall, escorting a strangely shaped pure white soul with an ugly look on their green and black faces.

Looking at the distorted soul that does not resemble a human, Siji Yingji's crooked black eyebrows furrowed visibly to the naked eye.

"Sir Yan Mo, bring the living soul!"

"The living soul this time is exactly the same as the previous special examples. It is artificially shaped and distorted and difficult to recover. Even the sanity has been ravaged and destroyed."

"Duang—!"

Just as the ghost messenger finished speaking, the sound of the gavel sounded again.

"It's that monster again, how many more people will he kill!?"

Siji Yingji's pretty face showed a bit of anger, but finally suppressed her anger and waved her hand to drive away the ghost.

"Let's take him down first, and send him to the underworld to warm up as before, and try to see if he can eliminate the influence and return to normal."

The ghost messenger took the living soul away as promised, while Siji Yingji took the yin and yang mirror beside her to check the life and past of the living soul.

"Sure enough, he still died at the hands of this guy. How can there be such a monster in the world? Treat the soul as a toy!"

Looking at the delicate but suture-marked face in the mirror, Siji Yingji sighed helplessly. Although she was filled with resentment, she couldn't intervene in this matter because of the rules of the underworld not to interfere in the affairs of the world.

"Hey, I can only hope that the living people in the world will give me some strength. Kill this guy quickly and let him report to me."

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Ping An Jing.

It's night, the moon is black and the stars are sparse.

Located in the slums of the lower city, the real person squatted on the roof of a dilapidated building quietly waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Not long ago, at the moment of encountering the devil, he killed some people again, but left the scene there as it was.

However, unlike the clean hands and feet in the past, this time the real person deliberately left some clues, trying to lure the demon exorcists who were in charge of investigating the case to throw themselves into the net.

"No matter how stupid you are, you can always follow the footprints, right? Counting the time, it's time to come."

The real person lost his lazy and leisurely state, and began to look around seriously. He chose the slums as the ambush location because he was not familiar with the terrain of the place, which would make it easier for him to fight or escape.

The sound of 'da da' footsteps resounded in the darkness, the silver-white long hair was looming in the darkness, the red and white onmyoji uniform was covered with talisman papers of unknown meaning, and the fiery red eyes were sharp and energetic, Walking with an aggressive aura.

"only one person?"

Zhenren peeped at Fujiwara Meihong in surprise. He originally estimated that there would be a five-member team anyway.

"However, this guy seems to be very strong. He is definitely an elite among demon masters. It's not a loss if you think about it."

Looking at Fujiwara Meihong's confident and awe-inspiring appearance, Masato stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, as if smelling the fragrance of her soul.

He transformed into a stealth in the dark, and approached the unaware Fujiwara Meihong. He didn't plan to pay attention to the pomp of a big monster at all, and prepared to sneak attack from behind to win.

Things went better than expected.

When Fujiwara Meihong looked around and followed the footprints of Yaoqi, the real person suddenly reached out from the corner and successfully touched Meihong's shoulder.

"Hehe, I caught you~"

There was a perverted smile on the face of the real person, and the stitched face was distorted as if it was broken, as if the winning ticket was at hand.

"Soul Sculpture Inaction Transformation!!"

Chapter 520 Seven Eternal Penglai People

in the mystical world.

Since ancient times, there has been a problem that has always troubled practitioners.

That is, the relationship between the soul and the body.

Of course, in fact, most practitioners will never reach such a state in their entire lives.

Because, with low cultivation bases, they can't feel the existence of souls at all, so it's meaningless to think about this kind of problem.

Compared with the illusory soul, practitioners still pay more attention to tempering the body.

In other words, we value the outside more than the inside.

This path cannot be said to be wrong, even if everyone chooses this way, it can be called the wise and correct choice.

But blindly focusing on the body and ignoring the cultivation of the soul has always left a fatal hidden danger for himself.

When confronted with an opponent aimed at the soul, practitioners will be horrified to find that they have no means of defense or attack at all.

The cultivation base that he was proud of in the past is of no use at all, and the soul that has not been tempered in any way is exposed to the hands of the enemy, as fragile as a testicle that can be crushed at any time.

Unfortunately.

A real person is a big monster with the ability to target the soul.

He believed that the soul was born before the body, and the shape of the body would be affected by the shape of the soul.

Therefore, the technique of a real person can make it touch the soul and change its shape, thereby achieving the effect of transforming the body.

This is why real people are so rampant.

He does have arrogant capital.

In this era when practitioners lack the knowledge of the soul, relying on the special attack on the soul, real people can do whatever they want.

It doesn't matter how strong the opponent is, how tough his physical body is, or how brilliant his wisdom is.

As long as the body is touched by a real person, he can arbitrarily change the shape of the opponent's soul without reason.

Especially when others don't know the details of the real person, the probability of achieving the first kill is almost [-]%.

So far, Makoto has only lost to Ashiya Michimitsu.

As a deceased person, Ashiya Michimitsu was originally a ray of ghosts wandering in the world.

On the premise of knowing the soul, Ashiya Road has a lot of ways to defend against real people.

Then, the sorcerer with all kinds of spells in his hand can happily smash the real person's dog's head, and let him know who is the father.

"Tch, there are not many guys like Daoman in this world. I can't just meet someone who is defensive against the soul, right? No way, no way?"

Zhenren believes that this wave has a great advantage.

"My hands have successfully touched her body, how can I lose this wave?"

The real person went up without hesitation.

"It's nothing more than a handsome little girl, but Lord Wang killed her instantly!"

The spell is activated, let me distort it in panic!Soul Sculpture·Inaction Transformation! !

Fujiwara Meihong did not set up any protection for the soul, and the power of Wuwei Transformation touched the hidden brilliance without hindrance, which made Meihong subconsciously arouse goose bumps all over her body.

"Hey, hey hahahahaha——!"

The real person with the winning ticket in his hands laughed loudly, with a distorted face on his stitched face.

But just when the real person was about to do whatever he wanted, a mysterious force suddenly emerged from Meihong's soul, and collided with the real person tit for tat.

The mysterious power has been lingering here for a long time, and the disturbance of the real person seems to have angered it.

It has an ancient and unchanging atmosphere, as indestructible as eternity, and as flicking as an instant.

Like the torrent of time, a monstrous wave was set off, ruthlessly scouring the invaders.

Faced with the counterattack of the mysterious force, Zhenren was caught off guard, and his abilities were completely ineffective against him.

The mysterious power forcibly erased the Wuwei Transformation technique, and restored Fujiwara Meihong's soul to its original appearance.

forever pavilion.

Penglai Shanhuiye who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep.

The beauty with black hair like a waterfall sat up slowly, the pink shoulder straps slipped from the shoulders as white as jade, the quilt in her slender hands covered the ups and downs of the mountains, and there was a trace of sleepiness and anxiety on her pretty face.

"Just now, someone tried to attack the eternal and momentary power of my body?"

"No, it seems that they want to attack the souls of the Penglai people, thus arousing the counterattack of the concubine's strength."

Penglai Shanhuiye thought carefully about the throbbing that came from that moment, it was the first time she encountered this kind of situation, and she didn't know why.

"Let's go to Yonglin first, maybe she is doing some strange experiments again."

Kaguya couldn't figure out the source of the matter for a while, but it would not be a trivial matter to cause her to wake up from the dream.