His mind gradually became distracted, and Kenya had long forgotten that he was in a dream, and his mind shook but he walked unusually reverently on the mountainside, strolling among the lotus flowers like the sea.

Just as he was about to reach the top of the mountain, the fog in front of him suddenly dissipated.

His gaze, which was originally in a trance, suddenly became solemn.

In this extremely long process, his heart was unexpectedly not half unhappy.

Kenya himself can't explain this inexplicable feeling, and in fact there are many crises...... It was this intuitive-like feeling that saved him.

Moreover, looking at the spectacle in front of him, he felt extremely natural and ...... Miss.

So he let go of his mind, closed his eyes, and decided that everything should be done by instinct in his body.

Then the lotus flower stopped spreading, and instead, the aura began to gradually gather into him.

His toes began to lift off the ground...... Drift slowly to the higher part of the mountain...... Drift towards that sky.

Flying to a great height, he looked down.

I saw that the lotus flower on the mountainside had long disappeared, and now under his feet was ...... A meadow.

Jian Ya could faintly see that there was a green gorge in front of the grassland.

However, in front of Qingxia, that is, the only way to live in front of Qingxia, there was a sea of blood slowly attacking.

He was in a trance, flew towards the sea of blood, and rushed to the surface of the sea with all his might.

This is an extremely beautiful picture, a young man in a dark blue uniform, standing in a sea of blood, forming a very sharp contrast.

It's as if he leads the sea of blood and stains the world.

Just as Jian Ya frowned and thought, the blood suddenly broke the calm and became boiling.

Inside, there were countless senseless monsters or humans slowly floating out and falling to the cyan earth, they were powerless to gnaw and clench and tear at the vegetation on the earth.

Then he was mercilessly devoured by the sea of blood chasing behind him.

Falling down, getting up again, falling down again and being devoured, they struggled, silently in pain, but no matter how much they wailed and struggled, they could never touch everything in this world.

Even if it's a flower.

A trace of fear in the deepest part of his life slowly but unstoppably took over Kenya's body, turning him into a stone sculpture.

He watched those cruel pictures, and stood in the sea of red blood in ignorance and ignorance.

Barefoot had inadvertently been stained with blood, which was full of ferocity, and with an indomitable ferocity, it pounced on the top of his head from Kenya's feet.

Just when Jian Ya's mind was let go, he suddenly didn't know all this.

A bright light appeared in the sky.

A blue-white sword light swept across his head, taking away the blood at the same time.

However, the light does not stop there.

He came from among the green cliffs and went into the sea of blood.

The endless sea of blood suddenly seemed extremely small and sad in front of this sword light, but in an instant, the sea of blood was torn in half, revealing the desolate land.

Standing between the sky and the earth, Kenya found himself on the grassland, with countless corpses lying under his feet and in the distance as far as his eyes could see.

The corpses were tengu, kappa, cats, foxes, all sorts of weak spirits that couldn't be named, and big monsters with huge bodies or amazing spirits.

But without exception, they are now just corpses.

Countless streams of blood flowed from beneath their corpses, staining the entire grassland red.

The light of the sword always shone in front of them.

However, it was this sword light that illuminated the heavens and the earth that made Jian Ya no longer able to hold back the restlessness in his heart.

He suddenly exerted his strength and flew towards the green cliff at full speed.

Then he saw a thin figure, proudly existing in the darkest and darkest sludge in this world, as if it had brightened the whole world with its meager ability.

Jian Ya looked at this young man who was holding a long sword, arrogant and hearty, and his face was seven points similar to him, and suddenly his face turned slightly pale.

The boy glanced up at him as well, but there was no expression on his face.

Then the boy turned and looked over into the prairie, where he sat cross-legged like an old monk and rested his sword on his knees.

The waves cracked the shore, and the sea of blood gathered again, and with an even more astonishing momentum than before, it pounced in front of him, and pounced on his clothes.

The young man's face finally changed, and he was no longer as indifferent as before.

At this time, the sword was still resting on his knees.

But just as he was feeling at this time, he seemed to feel some kind of threat, and thus became excited and vigilant.

Immediately after that, there was a slight sound, and the sword body was half out of the scabbard!

At the moment when the sword was drawn, a sword groan pierced through the golden cracking stone, and the sea of blood set off was once again split in two.

It's just that Jian Ya looked at it again, but he could see that behind the young man was filled with nine wine vasks the size of Qi people.

The boy raised his head and laughed, but this loud laughter stopped the tide of blood.

The tip of his sword pointed to the sky, the scabbard drew the ground, and his voice was clear. Even the sound of this sea of blood could not cover his edge.

He kicked and shattered a vat, and the viscous liquor turned into vapor and was instantly inhaled into his stomach.

The remaining eight vats were intact and motionless in the face of the monstrous waves.

Blood...... was howling, the demon energy inside was swaying, and many big demons gradually appeared.

But the boy had no scruples, and his laughter grew more and more hearty.

He took a step forward with his right foot, and the blood tide retreated a foot.

Because in the eyes of countless monsters in front of Qingxia, this sword can reach a foot...... It is their lives.

However, as his footsteps stepped into the soft earth, a fierce wind suddenly blew in the mountain gorge.

The cold wind in front of him suddenly condensed into a thin layer of snow, and pieces fell.

These ruthless thin snow fell on the shoulders of many yokai and on the bridge of the nose of many yokai.

Then he scraped off their invulnerable demon bodies and scraped off the flesh on their bodies.

The boy laughed loudly a second time, smashing three jars in quick succession.

The smell of alcohol permeated the mountains and gorges, mixed with the blood of the monsters, accompanied by the snow-like sword light in the sky, accompanied by the heart-rending wolf howls of the monsters.

This sky is full of snow, and it is full of sword light.

This green gorge is the world of swords.

As long as the boy had a sword in his hand, no one could touch the vat behind him...... Naturally, no one can cross this green gorge.

However, just when Kenya thought that the story would end like this.

The blood tide suddenly made a gap, and I saw a huge monster with a blurred face coming to the young man.

The youkai was silent, but pulled out a blade as large as his, and pointed the tip of the knife at the young man's thin body.

However, the boy had come to his senses and was still drinking there.

Jian Ya slowly reached out and touched his waist, and suddenly found that the Budu Imperial Soul Sword had disappeared.

So there was a look of regret on his face.

As a swordsman, it is really sad that in the face of such superb swordsmanship, he can't ask for a word or two.

So he looked forward to the continuation of the dream and the continuation of the story.

But to his disappointment, this battle did not happen.

The huge youkai left, and he easily discarded the giant knife equivalent to the dignity of his life in the mountain gorge, and then led some of the youkai away.

So the young man also showed a regretful expression on his face, and then smashed a jar of wine and looked up and drank it.

Kejian ...... but it was not sheathed.

Maybe it's because, in front of him, there are more and more blood tides, more and more monsters waiting for him.

It's consuming him.

After that, a lot of people came.

Some of them had horns on their heads, some held wine vessels, some were huge, some were short, some had wings on their backs, and some had green hair.

They have different appearances, but they all come and go in a hurry.

The reason for this.

It's because there is a teenager who has been standing in this green gorge, blocking their steps.

The boy was dressed in a green shirt.

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After that, the young man in the green shirt sat cross-legged on the altar and looked at Marisa and the others from a distance.

Unlike Hakurei Reimu and Soul Youmu, who were attracted by Yakumo's words, Marisa, who had been pressed to the ground by a spell for offending Murasaki's age just now, had more time to observe the boy's expression than the aforementioned people.

This is called bystander clearing, right?

Marisa's head felt groggy now, and the feeling of the light snow falling on her forehead was too cold.

It was obviously spring, but such a cold snow fell on her, which reminded her of the spring snow change that also happened in front of the Westward Demon.

But there was a reason for that incident...... This guy is just a bit ridiculous.

Marisa patted the snow off her hat with some effort, and then tried a few times, but couldn't reach for the pocket under her skirt.

She sighed and thought to herself.

I can't even get the gossip furnace now, it's really a big crisis in life.

And...... How do you always feel like a similar situation has happened more than once.

A sense of déjà vu......

Scratching her head, Marisa, who decided to break the deadlock, finally mustered up the courage and shouted to the altar.

"Little brother over there, aren't you going to say anything?"

On the altar, the young man in green shirt, who was originally looking up at the sky, was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't react for a while.

Yakumo Murasaki on the side covered her smile with a fan, and then withdrew the spell on Marisa and Reimu with a wave of her hand.

"Marisa is a bit stupid, the language of a thousand years ago is somewhat different from that of today. 」

"Isn't that dullness?"

At the end, Marisa added a sentence in her heart.

It's like a sword.

As if seeing Marisa and Purple's mood, Reimu didn't look like she had drawn her crossbow before, and she also found a place with less snow to sit cross-legged, and then said with a frown.

"And then, why don't we just wait for him to finish the jet lag and do nothing?"

"It won't take much time anyway, will it......? It's up to you. 」

She had been worried about her brother, and the demon dream that had been indulging in Yakumo Murasaki's amazing speech since just now was finally awakened by the thin snow on the tip of her nose, and she looked at the similar, but opposite, figure on the altar, and asked Purple with a lonely look in her eyes.

"That Purple-sama, is my brother already ......?"

"I don't know. 」

Purple closed her eyes, and suddenly she didn't dare to look directly at the poor girl whose heart was pinned on her brother.

"All I can tell you is that your brother is not dead yet. 」

"Yet...... No?"

Hearing this, Youmeng already understood the meaning behind Yakumo's words.

It's just not yet.

She was suddenly a little flustered in her heart, at a loss, and didn't know what to do with herself at this time.

On the one hand, he was in a hurry to worship, but he was obedient and took good care of himself, and gave his cheap brother who missed his family like a feeling.

On the other hand, he is the best friend of his master.,At the same time, it's also an indispensable monster sage in Gensokyo.。

Such a choice is too difficult for a half-human and half-spirit girl whose life experience is still too short.

So how should she be?

Drawing a sword against Yakumo Purple?

Or do you turn a deaf ear to your brother who is in crisis?

It would be nice if Grandpa was here...... His words will definitely give me a straightforward answer.

For the first time, Youmu realized from the bottom of her heart that she was the biggest difference from Kenya.

It's just that in terms of swordsmanship, the two are actually good opponents on par, and in terms of physical fitness, Demon Dream is even better.

As a half-human, half-spirit, Youmeng can divide more of her mind to grasp the battle situation, and has the perspective and thoughts of a half-spirit to assist her in finding a fighter.

This is also the essence of her soul and life.

But even so, whether it is a battle in a human world, or a previous practice, it is difficult for Youmu to gain the upper hand easily.

Because she has always lacked a strong fighting spirit for something.

Her heart or determination is far less powerful and decisive than Kenya's.

Realizing her powerlessness, she could only hang her hands and let the thin snow fall on the hilt of the Bailou Sword at her waist.

Just when she was in a trance and was about to give up.

The young man in green shirt, who had been standing on the altar and looking at the sky speechlessly, finally spoke.

"The red and white over there, let me ask you, how many witches are you?"

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PS2: I've been busy lately, and I've received personal influences, so this volume may be a little longer than the previous volumes...... But it won't be very watery, and some very important plots have been buried.

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