I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The pale cheeks were as expressionless as if they were paralyzed, as if they were used to such an astonishing battle in front of them.

Death Qi is the embodiment of the power of death, and it is the most direct natural enemy of all living beings.

Right now, this young girl who can soak in the strong death energy without any discomfort is obviously not a simple ordinary person.

The girl's name is Xixing Temple Yuyuko, the daughter of Master Xixing.

At the same time, it is also regarded as a monster and a lone star by the Xixing Temple family.

Because she has had the power to control death just like Xixingyao since she was born.

This is also the reason why Yuyuko Saigyouji was locked in the backyard. Only in this seal can she ensure that she will not hurt others.

It can be said that the girl has never stepped out of this courtyard and seen other different scenery since she can remember.

Even Xixing Temple Youyouzi has never met anyone, and now only the old court teacher Soul Yaoji is in charge of taking care of her daily life.

Staring blankly at Xixing Yao's every move, Xixingji Youyouzi's heart is also extremely complicated.

She is eager to get out of this courtyard to see thousands of rivers and mountains, but she is in a dilemma because of the kindness in her heart.

"Xixingyou, do you really want to go out that much? Outside, what is it that you long for? Is it freedom?"

Xixing Temple Youyouzi muttered in a low voice.

She often talks to Xixingyao like this to herself, and she doesn't know if the wise Xixingyao can understand it.

Anyway, Xixing Yao never responded to her.

Just when Youyouzi of Xixing Temple was in a daze, a bullet of dead energy compressed to the extreme was smashed by Xixing Yao at the eye of the blocking formation.

The sacred and resplendent Buddha's light became dimmed, and it seemed that there was a lack of succession, and it was difficult to confront the Westward Demon.

Seeing this, the Westbound Demon suddenly became imposing.

But before it was excited, a burly black figure appeared in the courtyard stepping on the dark blue fire.

The ice-blue eyes looked at the Xixing Yao who was in full bloom with blood cherry blossoms, and there was a flash of surprise and thought in his eyes.

"Can control the dead cherry tree? Interesting, would it be suitable to pull it back and plant it in the valley of the shadows as an ornamental tree?"

Westbound Demon: "???"

Facing the unexpected visitor, Xixing Yao did not fight back immediately.

As a great monster capable of manipulating the energy of death, Saigoyō has an unusual sensitivity to death.

Ever since the old man of the mountain came to this courtyard, Xixing Yao suddenly felt that the death energy that he had been able to control had become a little disobedient.

It was as if the soldiers who ordered and prohibited saw a higher-level commander, and the guy who gave the order before was no longer qualified to order them.

Although the strength of Xixing Yao has already reached the level of a big monster, but it is still young to transform from a tree to a monster, and it is still a few million points behind in terms of morality and depth compared with the old man of the mountain.

Xi Xing Yao suddenly understood that the uninvited guest in front of him might be a big boss from the underworld.

The instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages keeps Xixing Yao silent, and at the same time observes the old man of the mountain with spiritual perception.

The old man of the mountain stood quietly, without releasing any coercion in a deterrent manner, nor did he show the slightest hostility, as if he was simply watching the blooming cherry blossoms of Xixingyao.

The entire courtyard was filled with a rich and pure dead energy, which made the old man of the mountain feel like he had come home.

The life in Youzhigu is lonely, boring and boring. Although the man on the mountain doesn't feel bored, he doesn't seem to have anything to recall.

Perhaps, the most worth thinking about is the goddess of the underworld who lives next door, she is also a neighbor anyway.

Without the explosive offensive of the Westward Demon taking advantage of the victory and chasing after the victory, the changing Buddha light gradually regained its strength.

Under the infusion of Buddha's light, the broken and damaged ban began to slowly repair.

Youyuko of Xixing Temple, who was sitting with her knees hugged, looked at the old man of the mountain and blinked, as if he was a little puzzled as to how the other party got through the seal.

"Grandpa Yaoji used to come in through the main entrance of the house, why did this person appear in the yard all of a sudden?"

Although she was very curious about the appearance of the old man of the mountain, the kind girl couldn't help but want to urge him to leave quickly.

Because this is a forbidden place of death that no one can set foot in for a long time except her.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yuyuko Saigyouji stood up and quickly ran towards the old man of the mountain.

Chapter 448 The Old Man of the Mountain Sees Yuyuko for the First Time

Yuyuko's existence naturally cannot escape the perception of the old man on the mountain.

He was also curious about this girl who could be soaked in death without being hurt in the slightest.

After all, this little girl is just an ordinary person without any training.

"A living person who can walk freely in the air of death? Could this little girl be the reincarnation of some underworld god?"

The moment the old man of the mountain was thinking, Yuyuko Saigyouji had already come in front of him.

In order to avoid frightening other people with his ferocious attire, the old man of the mountain has changed into a black hunting suit at this time, revealing his blue eyes and silver hair.

His facial features are handsome, his expression is stern, his galaxy-like long hair is tied up by a headband, and his blue eyes are so clear that they seem to reflect people's hearts.

Although he looks young, he exudes the vast atmosphere of the ancient years, making people feel like they are facing a stern elder when they see him.

Youyuko of Xixing Temple was naturally affected, and persuaded without hesitation: "Grandpa, hello. There are monsters here, it is very dangerous, please leave quickly."

"Danger? Little girl, are the dangers you are talking about wandering ghosts?"

The old man of the mountain looked at Youyouzi with great interest, and waved his hand to disperse the gray dead air in the yard, revealing dozens of hidden ghosts.

Dozens of ghosts have different shapes and strange ways of dying, but all of them are full of evil spirit.

The hanged ghost sticking out his tongue, the skinny starved ghost, the swollen and disgusting water ghost, the scorched charcoal burning ghost...

These ferocious ghosts were all attracted by the death aura emanating from the Westbound Demon.

Among them, the most powerful ghost is blood-red all over, and has a strength not weaker than that of high-level monsters.

Seeing all the ghosts in the whole yard emerge, Yuyuko Saigyouji didn't know what to do.

Because she lived in the yard since she was a child, Yuyuko Saigyouji was not very afraid of these ugly and frightening ghosts.

And she also has a body shield of death energy, those ghosts who dare to attack her are purely suicidal and looking for death.

Although she has the power to protect herself, this is the limit of Yuyuko Saigyouji, she has no spare power to protect others.

"Hey, it would be great if Grandpa Yaoji was here. He comes to kill the ghosts every day, and he probably kills these ghosts in ten minutes."

Seeing the fierce ghosts surrounding him, Yuyuko Xihangji stepped forward anxiously.

"Grandpa, leave from the main entrance quickly. I will help hold these ghosts back. Don't worry, they won't hurt me."

Hearing what Youyouzi of Xixing Temple said, a smile flashed across the face of the old man of the mountain, thinking that this girl is really pure in heart.

Not to mention the fact that he dared to appear alone in this courtyard, even when the Sakura Tree Demon showed his power just now, he didn't dare to attack him.

What can a group of red-clothed ghosts do to him?

However, the performance of Youyouzi of Xixing Temple still put the old man in a good mood.

At the same time, dozens of vicious ghosts staring at the old man on the mountain are ready to move.

Compared with the resolute Westbound Demon, these ghosts and ghosts who have been wandering the earth for a long time generally have lower IQs, and what drives them to act is only the instinct of ghosts.

Seeing this, a scarlet color suddenly flashed in the eyes of the old man of the mountain.

"You wandering ghosts, who are stubbornly lingering in the world after the events in the world, let's fly here one after another today!"

The dark blue flames erupted in an instant, bursting from the group of ghosts, and there was a piercing howling of ghosts in the courtyard.

Once the underworld fire is contaminated on Li Gui's body, it will swell like a raging fire cooking oil, and it will not go out even if Li Gui burrows into the ground.

In less than five seconds, there were no traces of demons and monsters in the yard.

Only the trembling Xixing Demon was left, fearing that the old man of the mountain would accidentally miss it, so he burned it together as firewood.

Xixing Yao shook the branches very spiritually, and half of the bloody cherry blossoms that were originally lush and dense fell off in an instant, leaving only a bunch of bare branches.

"Okay, that's awesome..."

Seeing the instant reversal of the situation, Yuyuko Xihangji was stunned.

"Old man Suzuki Satoru, how about you?"

It wasn't until the old man on the mountain spoke again that she slowly came back to her senses and turned to look at the other party.

The pink-haired and red-eyed girl blinked her eyes and responded softly, "My name is... Youyuko Xixingji."

early morning.

Long before the rooster crows, the soul demon will wake up.

He opened his eyes, stared at the roof for a while, and after rubbing his hands on his face, the old man was fully awake.

"Hey, old, old..."

Although sighing like this, as a half-human, half-spiritual existence.

The lifespan of the soul demon is no different from that of a monster, and it is unknown how many years are left until the day when it dies.

Sitting up from the hardwood bed, he didn't wait for Soul Yaoji to greet him.

The group of white half-spirit lying on the table floated in front of him, and the mochi-like half-spirit was wearing a neatly folded blue hunting suit.

"Old man, after all these years, I still count you as the most caring."

Soul Yaoji smiled and stretched out his hand to tap on the half-spirit, poking the dough-like soft half-spirit.

Then, he picked up the blue hunting coat and put it on with a flick, while the round half-spirit rubbed intimately on Soul Yaoji's arm.

After everything was dressed neatly, Soul Yaoji picked up the double swords leaning against the bed and slung them around his waist, pushed the door and went out.

As the only person who can enter the ban and contact Youyuzi of Xixing Temple, the soul demon has a special status and naturally has an independent courtyard.

The yard is not big, and there are not many acres of land after including the house where they live.

Except for the wild flowers and weeds that grow tenaciously alone, there is no unnecessary debris in the yard, which is extremely frugal.

It is hard to imagine that such a shabby room that is incompatible with the surrounding buildings exists in the Xixing Temple house of a high-ranking family.

It's not that the Xixing Temple family doesn't want to see Soul Yaoji, but Soul Yaoji built it after demolishing the yard like a small bridge and flowing water.

He felt that enjoying too much luxury and food would wear down his will and hinder his comprehension and improvement in the way of swordsmanship.

In the small courtyard in the early morning, there is a layer of white mist.

The air is fresh and humid, and the temperature is not particularly hot. It is a good time to exercise in a day.

As a great swordsman who can establish a school in the way of kendo, Soul Yaoji can be said to be rain or shine in his own training.

Although it is said that the kendo level of the soul is taboo, and then want to improve more depends on the epiphany of the flash of light.

But the old man who is old-fashioned and stubborn still hasn't lost his basic skills, and spends time every day to lay a solid foundation.

Compared with the purely mechanical swinging of the saber by beginners, the soul demon is more relaxed, and the long saber is fast and sometimes slow.

Sometimes it whizzed past like thunder and cut the white mist to the sides to avoid it, and sometimes it was thrown out gently like a fishing rod without a trace of murderous intent.

There are many mysteries contained in the changes in the moves, all of which are swordsmanship that he has seen and understood.

After the thousand knives were swung, Soul Yaoji stood with the sword in his hand and felt a little comprehension for a moment before putting the sword back into its sheath.

Looking up at the sky, the morning sun had only just peeked out, and there were gradually loud and noisy voices outside the courtyard.

Perhaps the servants in the house got up and started working, and from time to time there were a few words of scolding from the stewards.

"It's almost time to deliver food to the eldest lady."

Soul Yaoji thought about it, and immediately left the courtyard.

"I don't know what kind of food the cook has prepared today, forget it, let's take a portion of them all as usual."

Chapter 449 Yuyuko: Not Active in Cooking, Problematic Thoughts

Thinking of Yuyuko Saigyouji's appetite far exceeding that of girls of the same age, Soul Yaoji couldn't help but shake his head.

The family of Xixing Temple saw that Hunpo Yaoji eats so much three meals a day, and they all thought it was because this master of swordsmanship had a big appetite.

After all, practicing martial arts and practicing swords consumes more physical energy, so naturally one eats more.

No matter what, they never imagined that most of the meals that Soul Soul Yaoji took for each meal actually went into the stomach of Youyuzi of Xixing Temple.