Listening to Zhongli's words, Setsuko Yamamoto and the others woke up, looking at him with a shocked expression, but they didn't mean to get up and leave, and it seemed that they hadn't completely eased up.

Zhongli didn't say anything more about this, turned around and walked outside, and came to the cemetery in a few steps.

Many shrines will provide funeral services, so there are one or two cemeteries in the shrine, it is not a strange thing, the strange thing is that the yin in this cemetery is too strong, even if it is noon now, the scorching sun is blazing, the sun is like fire, it is also very cold here, and there is a lot of fog shrouded, so that the faintly visible stone monument is added a bit of weirdness and gloom.

At noon, there was still a large amount of fog shrouded, which showed how thick the yin qi was here, even the last time in the ghost cherry blossom forest, the ghost cherry tree had accumulated yin qi for hundreds of years, and it was only to this extent.

Such a strong yin qi is obviously not naturally formed, but it is not naturally formed, so whose handiwork, Kazuo Yamamoto, if he has this ability, how could he be made half-crazy and half-stupid by this yin and ghostly energy, almost crazy.

"Ho!"

Just when Zhong was surprised, a hoarse and low roar suddenly sounded in the stele forest shrouded in thick fog, and then, a figure swept out of the dense fog, and the disgusting blood was so thick that people couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Bang!"

With a slash, the pitch-black sword light cut a deep trace on Zhongli's talisman air shield, and then, that person was not greedy for merit, and he turned over and returned in an instant, and dived into the dense fog again, disappearing.

"it!"

"What was it just now?"

"Could it be that this is the legendary Toei ninjutsu?"

"But this old ghost said before that he was a ghost warrior!"

"It doesn't matter what he is, the question now is how to get him out. ”

"That's right, now this environment is dark and clear, which is very unfavorable for the anchor. ”

Seeing that Kazuo Yamamoto's attack method was so obscene, everyone was angry and nervous, for fear that Zhongli would accidentally give him a hand.

Everyone was worried, not because they didn't believe Zhongli, but because of Kazuo Yamamoto's performance, which was so weak that people had to wonder if he was deliberately showing weakness in order to introduce Zhongli here.

"Ho!"

In the midst of everyone's worries, Fang Cai's hoarse and low roar sounded again, only this time it was no longer a single sound, but reverberated in all directions, and at the same time, several ghostly figures flew out, moving in unison towards Zhongli.

"Sword Eighteen!"

Seeing this, Zhongli was also very simple, the true yuan in his body was running, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique started, and thousands of sword qi appeared vertically and horizontally, sweeping in all directions.

"Bang bang bang!"

Then, only a series of fierce sounds were heard, and thousands of sword qi were horizontal, not only several ghost shadows were torn apart in an instant, but the stone tablets standing in the dense fog were also affected, and they all shattered and fell to the ground.

After a large number of stone tablets were shattered, the dense fog around them quickly faded away, and one of the figures was also exposed in front of everyone, it was Kazuo Yamamoto, but at this moment, what he was wearing was no longer the previous kimono, but a set of pitch-black foot equipment, but he was not wearing a helmet, and it was because of this that everyone could recognize him.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the sneak attack was broken, and the formation in this cemetery was destroyed and destroyed, and Kazuo Yamamoto had no choice but to grit his teeth and attack Zhongli head-on.

Seeing this, Zhongli was not polite to him, the true yuan of his right hand gathered, turned into a palm force, and in an instant, a surging palm force smashed directly into the mountain pass, and slammed into it.

"Bang!"

There was a bang, blood splattered, and before Kazuo Yamamoto could scream, he was blasted out by this palm and smashed on a grave with a broken tombstone, and the blood burst out and convulsed, and it seemed that he could no longer get up.

"Hmm!"

Seeing this, Zhongli did not step up his attack, but frowned and muttered, "No......"

"Isn't that right?"

"What's wrong?"

"It doesn't matter what's wrong with him, take advantage of his illness to kill him, do it quickly. ”

"That's it, I'll talk about something later, and I'll solve this old bastard first. ”

Seeing that Zhongli stopped moving, everyone was very puzzled and urged one after another, but Zhongli still didn't move, staring at Kazuo Yamamoto who fell to the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Kazuo Yamamoto's performance was too weak, completely inconsistent with Zhongli's expectations of him, although Zhongli didn't expect anything from him at first, but after seeing the formation arranged in this cemetery, Zhongli's thoughts changed slightly, I thought he still had some backhand, but now it ......

Did he think too much about it, or was the formation in this cemetery not the handiwork of Kazuo Yamamoto, or did he ask someone to help arrange it before he cultivated his brain to be half crazy and half disabled?

"Ho!"

Just when Zhong was surprised, he heard a hoarse and low roar, and Kazuo Yamamoto, who was still twitching on the ground, slowly stood up.

Zhongli's palm before caused a lot of damage to Kazuo Yamamoto, and at this moment, a lot of blood was spilling out, but he didn't care about it, stood up, looked at Zhongli with a calm gaze, and said with a big laugh: "Very good, you are qualified to become its sacrifice!"

After that, the long knife in Kazuo Yamamoto's hand suddenly turned and stabbed into his abdomen, the sharp blade penetrated the flesh and bones, and stabbed out from the back, everyone was shocked.

"?"

"Is this forcing the disease?"

"If you can't beat it, you don't need seppuku. ”

"Anchor, go away, this bastard must be trying to blackmail you. ”

"Can you stop being so sand sculpture in front, this old devil is going to transform. ”

After a period of turmoil, everyone also saw Kazuo Yamamoto's thoughts, not to mention Huaguo's side, he had already seen it, but Dongying did not have this determination, and I don't know how many Dongying viewers who watched the live TV broadcast were shocked and pale.

Kazuo Yamamoto didn't know about this, his hands clenched the hilt of the knife, seeing the blood flowing out of his abdomen, pulled by an invisible force, on the blade of the cold light, a demonic pattern similar to a talisman was depicted.

As the lines spread, a large amount of black mist emerged from Kazuo Yamamoto's body, which was the yin and evil aura in his body.

In this state, although Kazuo Yamamoto still maintains his original appearance, he feels completely different, and when he pulls out the long knife in his abdomen, there is no blood flowing, only a thick fog that looks like gas and liquid surges there.

"Hehehe!"

Pulling out the long knife, Kazuo Yamamoto's gaze also turned back to Zhongli, and said with a smile: "Do you know why the ghost samurai is called the ghost samurai, because we ......?"

"Immeasurable!"

Before the words were finished, they were swallowed up by a dragon roar, Zhongli urged his palm to blast out, and the power of the thirteen-layer dragon elephant fell unstoppably on Kazuo Yamamoto.

"Bang!"

Then, only to hear a loud bang, Kazuo Yamamoto was slammed into the grave behind him by a domineering palm.

“......”

"It's a little pitiful. ”

"Anchor, you let him finish his sentence somewhat. ”

"It's too much to jump on the grave, and now you're fighting on the grave. ”

"How lonely is invincibility, how lonely is invincibility, how empty, alone in the top...... it!"

Seeing Zhongli blast Kazuo Yamamoto away with another palm, everyone cheered again, but they didn't want to, this cheer was not over, and there was a terrible scream in the collapsed grave.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the mound exploded, and Kazuo Yamamoto, who was surrounded by ghosts, walked out, and said with a smile: "It's useless, the ghost samurai is not there, you can't kill me, let alone kill us!"

The last sound was already accented, because at the same time as the words came out, many distorted heads came out behind Kazuo Yamamoto, some men and women, old and young, some with hollow eyes, blood flowing, some with cloak and screaming, and some were no longer human, which was even more terrifying and terrifying.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked, and Kazuo Yamamoto was even more rampant, laughing and saying: "Look at it, this is the soul that was once sacrificed to Oni no Lan, and it is also the real source of power for the ghost samurai, a hundred ghosts are immortal, and the ghost martial arts are immortal, can you kill it, hahaha!"

"I see. ”

Seeing this, Zhongli also understood, looked at the Oni no Lan in Kazuo Yamamoto's hand, and said, "Is this knife?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhongli suddenly burst out, Kazuo Yamamoto was startled, and was about to react, but saw a gust of wind roaring, followed by a palm like steel, which strangled his throat with great ferocity, lifting his whole life up.

"You're ......!"

This move made Kazuo Yamamoto angry, and he was about to use Oni no Lan to fight back, but before he could move, his right hand holding the long knife was torn apart by a terrifying force, and the long knife was suddenly taken off.

The long knife was taken off, and Kazuo Yamamoto immediately screamed, and the surging evil ghost qi around his body quickly dissipated, and all the wounds were replaced by blood again, and they became flesh and blood again.

Seeing this, Zhongli threw him aside and ignored him, and turned his gaze to the saber called Oni no Lan, just in time to see that wisps of black and distorted lines extended from it, frantically entangled his arm, as if he wanted to erode into it.

"No!"

Seeing this scene, Kazuo Yamamoto suddenly screamed and shouted: "No, you can't, this belongs to me, give it back to me, otherwise, the ghost will devour all your flesh and blood, give it back to me!"

Kazuo Yamamoto screamed terriblely, but Zhongli didn't look at it, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the demon Lan into the air, and then, the blazing Lin roared and slashed out angrily.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, sonorous and piercing, the ghost Lan in the middle of the air was cut off by Zhongli's sword, and in an instant, thousands of wails and screams, rolling ghost qi gushing, covering the sky and the sun!

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