I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"This seems to be the same monster's modus operandi. The noble son who was killed last time also died in such a miserable and inhuman shape."

Fujiwara Yorichang rummaged through the place where official business was stored in the house, found out the file of the case at that time and handed it to Fujiwara Meihong.

Fujiwara Meihong carefully read the dossier several times, and she has an understanding of the nature of this demon in her heart.

It is extremely vicious, not killing is not enough to anger the common people, not killing is not enough to face the public.

Are all the exorcists stationed in Ping'an capital so useless now?Can let such a dangerous monster run amok in the city.

"Okay, let's talk about the elixir in detail again, and don't miss any details."

Hearing Fujiwara Meihong's instructions, Fujiwara Yoricaga could also realize the importance of this matter to his ancestors.

But he conscientiously did not ask any questions, but told all the information about the Lost Bamboo Forest in detail.

After listening to this, Fujiwara Meihong thought for a moment, and finally sighed deeply.

Although she can't wait to set off immediately and go to the Lost Bamboo Forest to find out, she can't leave the murderous monsters in Ping'an capital alone.

"Anyway, where the bamboo forest is, I can't run away. It's more important to find out the monster first and turn it into ashes."

After making a choice in accordance with her heart, Fujiwara Meihong had a clear mind, was full of energy, and couldn't wait to start the investigation.

However, she did not forget to promise Huiyin, and once again lost a task to her grandson.

"Lai Chang, Huiyin wants to go into the royal library, do you understand?"

"Understood, big sister. This is not a big deal, and we can arrange it now."

Fujiwara Yoricho patted his chest and made a promise that he was too happy to be able to help the ancestor, so naturally he would not refuse.

Kamishirasawa Huiyin had other ideas, she held Fujiwara Meihong's hand with a worried expression.

"Don't you need me to go with you to investigate? The other party has weird abilities and strong strength. It's good to have me to take care of him."

"Don't worry, I grew up in Heianjing since I was a child, and I am very familiar with this place."

Fujiwara Meihong held Huiyin's hand in her palm, and raised her hand to touch the greasy face of Shirasawa girl, rubbing away the sorrow.

"I have a lot of ways to deal with danger. If it doesn't work, I will lead him to the headquarters of Shintoism or Yinyangliao."

"Besides, you also have important things to do. Don't delay because of me. I'm really looking forward to reading your book, Huiyin, soon."

Seeing Meihong's persistence, Huiyin no longer hesitated and instead gave instructions.

"Okay, you have to be more careful, Meihong. I'll help you after I've checked the information."

On the side, Fujiwara Nori Naga bowed his head deeply.

He didn't go to see the interaction between Meihong and Huiyin, but he had a new understanding of their relationship in his heart.

"Hey, after so many years, the eldest sister finally found a companion."

"I have to give orders later, no matter what, I must treat Miss Shangbaize well!"

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, it is different from the previous clean hands and feet, leaving no trace behind.

This time, the real person deliberately left some clues, trying to lure those exorcists who were in charge of investigating the case to run 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 abandoned his lazy and leisurely state and began to look around seriously.

He chose the slums as the ambush location, also considering that the noble exorcist is not familiar with the terrain here, so it is more convenient for him to fight or escape.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the darkness, and the red and white onmyoji uniforms were stained with talismans of unknown meaning.

Her long silver-white hair loomed in the darkness, her fiery red eyes were sharp and lively, and she walked 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 slayers, which is not bad at all 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 he had already smelled the fragrance of the soul.

He turned into a stealth in the dark, and approached the unaware Fujiwara Meihong.

He is not going to pay attention to the ostentation of any big monster at all, but is going to sneak attack from behind and win with one blow.

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~"

A perverted smile appeared on the real person's face, and his face was distorted as if it was broken.

"Soul Sculpture Inaction Transformation!!"

Chapter 537 The Eternal Penglai Man

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 their low cultivation level, they cannot feel the existence of the soul at all, so there is no point in thinking about this kind of question.

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, Zhenzhen's magic can change the shape of the soul it touches, thereby achieving the effect of transforming the body.

This is why the real person is 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.

No matter how strong the opponent is, how well-trained his body is, or how brilliant his intelligence 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's only defeat is Ashiya Michimitsu who disguised himself as 'Tsuchimikado Seimei'.

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

Under the premise of knowing the soul, Ashiya Michitoshi has the ability to prepare himself and resist 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.

"Yes, there are not many people like Tsuchimikado Seimei in this world. I can't just meet someone who has the ability to defend the soul, right? No way, right?"

The big monster versus the elite onmyoji, I have the 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 a protection for her soul, and she had not had this awareness in the past.

The power of Wuwei's transformation touched the hidden brilliance without hindrance, which made Fujiwara Meihong subconsciously arouse goosebumps 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.

The mysterious power has been lingering here for a long time, and the interruption of the real person seems to have angered it, and it collided head-on with the real person's technique.

It has an ancient and unchanging atmosphere, as indestructible as eternity, and like a flick of a finger in 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."

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

Reluctantly getting out of the bed, Kaguya pulled up the hanging shoulder straps and straightened the wrinkled pajamas.

The girl with long black hair and straight legs stepped on the floor with a pair of bare white and red feet, and walked towards Bayi Yonglin's laboratory.

Although the night was getting darker, the lights in the laboratory were still on.

Under the slightly dim light, Bayi Yonglin sat in front of the laboratory bench, bent slightly and was busy with the work in hand.

She was wearing the gossip gown that looked like a nurse's uniform, her long silvery white hair was braided into a big braid and hung on her slightly curved back, and her long legs wrapped in black silk were folded and hidden under the laboratory table.

On the clean and spacious laboratory table, there is a microscope with a delicate structure.

There are also retro medicine bowls and pestles next to it, and all kinds of medicinal materials that cannot be named are spread out on the countertop, ready to be used at any time.

His gray eyes swept across the herbs, and a trace of sadness flashed across the face of the intellectually beautiful pharmacist, and he pursed his thin lips.

"The medicine has been successfully produced, but the side effects are a bit difficult to deal with, hey..."

Bayi Yonglin is an old night owl, staying up all night is commonplace.

Once the drug research is started, it will be unstoppable until a stage of research yields results.

Kaguya had anticipated this, and she generally would not interfere with Yonglin's work and rest time.

Anyway, they have become immortal Penglai people, even if they burst into liver continuously and died suddenly, they can still be revived as they were.

"Dong dong dong..."

A crisp knock on the door broke the tranquility of the laboratory, causing Yayi Yonglin, who was concentrating on research, to look up.

"It's Your Royal Highness. It's so late, what's the matter with me?"

Seeing Kaguya at the door, Yayi Yonglin put down her research and pulled out another round stool from under the table.

"It's something. Yonglin, are you just doing research on Penglai medicine? It's about the soul."

Penglai Shanhuiye sat down on the stool, raised his hand and brushed his pitch-black hair back to his ear, and asked with a serious expression.