Soul Demon Dream wanted to keep Yashamaru in front of the torii gate in the human world as much as possible, so as to ensure that the layout of the temple house would succeed in the future.

It's a pity that the big youkai is really strong, too strong.

The dim light of the sunset shone on Yashamaru's delicate face and bloodstained tattered white clothes, making him look like a teacher who had just fallen into trouble.

But there has never been a teacher in this world who has been able to reach the realm of a big monster.

Looking at the Yakshamaru who was walking slowly, he was like a teacher, accustomed to using the ring ruler in his hand.

Seeing the ring ruler, Youmeng naturally thought of the scene where his brother-in-law was reprimanded by Teacher Huiyin.

Soul Demon Dream suddenly understood something, and she let go of her hand, her hands hanging from the hilt of her sword.

From the moment she picked up the stone, she was doomed.

If it is a real swordsman, no matter whether he wins or loses, whether he lives or dies, he will use his own sword to decide.

After all, she still relied on external objects.

So she lost.

The hundred sword marks in the palm of her hand saw her unwillingness, and saw how this girl entered the mountains alone, collecting these stubborn stones with sword intent in the stone crevices and cliffs in the mountains.

His knees were no longer strong, his green clothes were stained with mud, and the swordsman named Soul Demon Dream could no longer stand up.

Can't stand, can't fight.

The moment Yashamaru saw the other party's knee touching the mud, some unknown flashes suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He disappeared from his place.

Then he reappeared next to the soul demon dream.

Pulled out the Louguan sword behind her that could kill everything.

With a sword in both hands, like an executioner, he is about to cut off the head of the soul demon dream.

The soul demon closed his eyes without regrets, and thought about it for the last time in his heart.

Disgrace to you, grandpa.

And then tear it up.

Blood fell to the ground.

The winner is decided.

……

……

Soul Youmeng opened his eyes in surprise, and the expected pain did not reach his neck.

She looked at Yakshamaru.

In the setting sun, the young man in white made a cut on his left hand with the Louguan sword.

A deep, not shallow wound.

He still has a wound on his body from the previous hundred sword intents, and now there is another one at the entrance of the human world.

She looked at the big youkai and thought about the name of Yashamaru, guessing in surprise what the other party meant.

"It's a world of the strong, and I follow the rules of the jungle, so I killed a lot of people. Unless you reach the realm of the Great Youkai, you will never be able to defeat me. 」

Yakshamaru looked at the soul demon dream kneeling on the mud ground, and said calmly.

"But the trouble you have brought me is far beyond that of those great tengu in Youkai Mountain, and even makes me admire it a little. 」

"Soul Demon Dream, you are a swordsman worthy of a wound on my body. If it is another ten years, maybe you can use your own sword intent to fight me. 」

After speaking, he threw the Louguan sword on the mud ground, and the blade of the sword fell into the earth, easily inserting it into the ground.

Yakshamaru said as he looked at the soul demon dream.

"It's not about being impassioned, it's about being happy. To live is to challenge your limits, and if I can kill you who are stronger, I will be very happy. 」

"So don't be ashamed of your last name. 」

The daylight faded, and Yakshamaru walked in the darkness.

The soul demon dream hugged Lou Guan Sword, and finally couldn't hold back the grief in his heart and cried.

Her tears were not shed because she was being slighted by the other party.

It's just that now the soul demon dream can't be stopped, and the sword intent of the Eight Intentions Sword can't be stopped.

So who else among the people can stop him?

……

……

The sun sets and the night comes.

The cold miasma ravages the path traveled with Yakshamaru.

In the darkness of the night, Yakshamaru's figure was like nothing, like an inconspicuous fallen leaf.

But the large array left by the ancestor Hakurei witch still captured his figure after all.

When in front of the torii in the world, a hundred stubborn stones show their existence, and at the same time that the statue of the dragon god in the world has bloomed with a golden light.

Starting from the center of the earth, the aura gathers.

Rising from the mansion, from the locust tree, from the remnant wall of the wellhead, the sky above the world suddenly produced an extremely violent change.

The residents closed their doors, and the children shivered as they watched the shadows looming out of the windows.

Yakshamaru glanced up at the sky and confirmed that the barrier had been blocked, and then he looked in all directions of the human world, feeling the terrifying power contained within.

Based on the Hakurei Enchantment, the first Hakurei shrine maiden set up four foundations underneath the earth.

When it is critical, the village chief in the human world can launch a large array to kill the monsters.

However, it backfired, and the inhabitants of the time did not trust the Hakurei shrine maiden who wore the mask all the time. didn't understand the true meaning of the opponent's formation, so he hastily handed over the mantra of the formation launch to the village chief.

Although humans are often attacked by youkai on the outside, the center of the human world has never been attacked once.

The reason why Locust Street was attacked was because the location was too remote.

However, these things, in the current world, are unknown to a human being.

I approached the temple house.

The street suddenly opened up, and a large area of grass and green space added a sense of tranquility to the wooden houses that were not very tall.

It was the temple house.

He quietly looked at the temple house in the distance.

In that small wooden house, there were many humans who were respected by youkai.

The purpose of his trip was the wooden houses.

He's going to kill Kamishirasawa Huiyin.

The only big monster who can do this is him.

Yakshamaru stepped forward, ready to move on.

Suddenly, his feet fell back to their place.

He looked at the two swords in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The miasma condensed the water vapor in the air and turned into frost.

However, there are two swords in this world that can ignore the cold of the miasma.

Carrying the wind and fire, he fell in front of him.

Those were two swords.

Two Cloth Imperial Soul Swords.

……

……

Kenya had already woken up when he felt the sword intent of the first stubborn stone.

When he woke up, his green shirt was already covered with miasma from the crack in the door, and the entire ground was covered with black miasma.

It's cold, but it can't chill him.

He got up, and the miasma retreated.

He pushed the door open, and Fujiwara Meihong stepped out at the same time as him.

He saw a hundred sword intent disappear.

He saw the tears of the demon dream.

He saw the miasma in people.

He saw the white-clothed Yashamaru floating like a fairy, stepping into the human world with the night.

Suddenly, he reached to his waist with both hands and grasped the cold hilt of his sword.

Then pull out.

Chop!

The next moment, the long sword flew out of his hand and disappeared from the front of the temple house in an instant.

Escape between heaven and earth, and get rid of it freely.

……

……

The two long swords he took out of his hands came to the road leading to the temple house.

Came to Yakshamaru's side.

Yakshamaru looked solemn.

Stopped.

Two flaming swords, crossed and fell.

Constitute a simple yet sharp symbol.

It's a red cross.

The red cross represents rejection, denial, and killing.

But there is another meaning at this moment.

A meaning that even children understand.

-- This road is not working.