"Dark orld ave"

Dismask, who was in mid-air, flipped and sent a series of waves underground, light blue gas wandering among the red biochemical ghosts, powerful shockwaves flashing at his fingertips.

"Bang!" The blue slope of light cracked on the floor, rebounding a powerful force to blast away the surrounding ghosts, Dismask rebounded with the help of the interaction force, and several ups and downs moved to the wall under the pyramid, looking at the corpse qi in his hands with an incredible face, and a group of unscathed biochemical ghosts.

"Didn't you go to Huangquan Biliangpo?!" Dismask looked at the corpse qi beating between his fingers in surprise, the blue and orderly intertwined with each other in his fingertips, the same fluctuations, the same frequency, but it did not open the gates of hell.

Just when Dismusk was still hesitating, the red ghosts gathered in the square swarmed up again.

"Brush!" In a group of scarlet, a green light flashed by, and went straight to the wall, Dis Musk didn't have time to think about it, and his subconscious figure bounced up and jumped away, but the green ghost was like a rampage, and his blood-red eyes reflected the prey in front of him, and with the help of the wall, he also bounced up, and the huge fist wind drove the fluctuation of the green mang.

The hideous face instantly filled Dismask's field of vision, and the green light shrouded it.

"Look for death!" the words came out between his teeth, I don't know if it was anger or disdain.

In mid-air, the two figures are intertwined with each other, Dismask's figure left a continuous afterimage in the space, and at that moment of a thousand sentences, from the front of the green ghost to the side of the other party, the figure of the man has been changing and the green ghost's blood-red eyes, it seems that this guy's consciousness can keep up with the speed of Dismask, but the body is much worse.

"Acubens"

The "click" sky did not erupt with the blood mist it should have, but at that moment, the green ghost split in two, and there was not a trace of liquid in the broken body.

Dismask, in the air, bounced up again with the help of the remains of the green ghost like a horse stepping on a swallow, and landed steadily at the top of the pyramid, where Danadus, the god of death, once stood.

At the top of the pyramid, Dismask looked down at the blood below, those low-level red ghosts were motionless, as if they were still shocked by the thunderous blow just now, and the corpses of the green ghosts under the tower fell to the floor in two, and the blood-bright eyes also lost their dazzling brilliance.

Dismask looked at his results with satisfaction, but at some point a tail shining green crystalline stretched out behind him, the brim of the blood-colored red cross poked out from the man's neck, and the claws slashed down like five steel knives.

The sound of "snap" was the sound of the hand, the five-finger ghost light flashed from the eyes, Dismask sneered, his fingers grabbed the dark wrist of the crazy baby, and his body was like a bow, and he threw it forward suddenly. Like a big windmill, the female ghost fell to the ground in front of her, and with a snap, the floor cracked and spread around.

The crazy baby screamed at the man in front of him, and then his body suddenly became transparent in an instant, and in the dim light, there was no human figure to be seen.

Dismask stretched out his palm and pointed his fingers to the sky, and a faint firework suddenly burst out from the palm of his hand, and the flickering fire light shone on the man's low face.

"The same frequency, the same fluctuations, but it can't open the door of the Yellow Spring......"

The blue and white fire that surged into the sky suddenly blasted downward, and the fierce flames were mixed with a roar, "Because this is originally hell, the entrance to the Yellow Spring!"

Praesepe Demonic Blue Flames

Hellish fire erupted from the floor, burning and purifying the undead of the world, and the ghosts under the pyramid were engulfed by the flames before they could make any movements, and everything in their path was nothing.

"Boom" The floor shattered and turned into ashes, the entire pyramid first shook, and then collapsed and fell, Dismask's footsteps were unsteady, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly stood up.

"Oops!" exclaimed in pain.

"What help do you need, sir?"

A soft female voice suddenly came out of his ears, Dismask shook his head, and the blurred vision gradually became clear, and a fresh and bright flight attendant squatted beside him, and he accidentally hit the trunk above the cabin when he stood up just now.

Still on the plane, Dismask's eyes were full of doubts after looking around and determining his environment, "Am I asleep?"

A forgotten island, an ancient heritage, a witness to history – Kyoto. Chenghu chaebol.

"***, I don't know how the skills of yarn weaving are now. "The quaint building, under the door of the white sealed paper, a white-haired old man wearing an ancient kimono with small sleeves, and kneeling on the ground, a roll of white paper is spread on the small table in front of him, and the old man is holding a brush to write something stroke by stroke.

"Returning to the city, Mitsumasa, Miss Saori is now a pure skill, and she is fully capable of worrying about the work. The woman known as *** knelt opposite the old man in the city, and said with low eyes.

"You arrange a time to take Saori to audition for the company in a few days. "The light of the city does not stop in his hands, and he does not raise his head.

"My lord, Miss Saori is only 13 years old......" ***'s voice sounded a little trilling.

"What's the matter, you're still in trouble!" was a hint of displeasure in the majestic voice.

"Hai!" *** hurriedly lowered his head and grabbed the ground, putting his posture to the lowest.

Mitsumasa Castle finished writing the last stroke steadily, put the brush aside, and then said indifferently, "Go out." ”

didn't dare to speak, slowly retreated out, and in the bamboo room, there was only one old man, a table, and a pen.

Jodo Mitsumasa picked up the paper and blew it gently, drying the pen and ink on it, and then looked at his handwriting with satisfaction, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. ”

"Heh~ What a big breath. In front of the door, a dark reflection loomed from under the white paste.

"Who?!" Joto Mitsumasa raised his eyebrows, his slashed face was not angry and arrogant, and a gust of wind blew from the cuffs of his suit, and his five fingers rushed towards the black shadow. Like a hungry tiger pounced on food, he couldn't tell that he was a white-haired old man at all.

The doors and windows of the white paper were instantly broken, revealing a ray of sunlight shining down, and the huge figure rose up to avoid the whistling fist wind, under the backlight projection, Chenghu Guangzheng squinted and looked up, and it was not difficult to find in the afterglow that the lawn not far away was lying there with unknown life and death.

In mid-air, a huge wing fanned out, the dark holy clothes, the sharpness of the cold light on the wings, even under the bath of the sun, could emit a trace of cold purple light.

"Pluto Fighter!"

The figure in the air didn't say anything, just a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, his wings fluttered, and the wind rose. Immediately after, the purple light flickered, and raging flames swayed and jumped out from the purple mang.

The old man looked up, and there was a black flame in front of him, and the miserable scene of hell flashed in his pupils.