In the world, it is not raining at this time.

The confrontation in the square had been going on for a long time, and hundreds of guards of the barnyard family and members of the guard team of similar numbers looked at each other nervously, exhausted.

A torch was lit on the high platform, illuminating the corner, and Jiukong Xun sat behind the desk, looking at the list on the desk and thinking quietly, Barnyard Aqiu knelt beside him, silent.

Kamishirasawa Huiyin and Fujiwara Meihong, kneeling in front of the high platform, were also silent.

Faced with the upcoming execution, he didn't know how long he could last, let alone leave, so he had to wait.

Barnyard Aqiu's face was a little ugly, because at this time she represented the attitude of the people, but at this moment she could only wait.

Why wait? Why wait? Will Heaven still give them these human salvation?

No one knows what awaits us.

Wait for the order to kill, or peace to come.

Knowing that the execution was three days later, the youkai also felt that the wait was too long.

Only Kukuku knew what Yakumo was waiting for.

Waiting for the arrival of a person.

Or rather, the arrival of that person's death.

The arrival of Jianya, his death, was the end of this execution.

Jiukong Xun knew, but he didn't care, because he knew that it was inevitable, whether it was tonight or three days later, his death would always come.

So he still chopped firewood very seriously, picked up wood, and then piled it in the center of the temple house, piling it very carefully, like a delicate handicraft here.

Across a wall, countless people outside the wall were watching him, and he was piling firewood on this side of the wall.

Because he had plenty of time, he had chopped many of the houses, and now he was even so extravagant that he could tear down the blackened ones to the bottom, and put only the clean, beautiful, perfectly shaped ones on the top of the pile.

The dry pyre has been piled up into a high platform, densely packed like a tomb.

At the top of the pyre, there is a wooden stake, two horizontal and vertical, like a person, but also like a cross.

A piece of rope hangs from the stake.

Ropes and stakes were used to tie people, and those firewood were used to burn people.

He did not stop selecting wood, his expression was very serious, and his mood was very calm.

Listening to the thunder that is getting louder and louder over the monster mountain, and gently sing along with the chant, the tone is very interesting, as if singing.

"We ourselves are the way, the destiny and the life. 」

He raised his head, his gaze crossed the people, and landed on the west of the mountain, the thunderous mountain of monsters, and his face showed a look of understanding.

Just as the Heavenly Cloud Sword swayed slightly around his waist, the thunder ended.

Jiukong Xun's expression was slightly condensed.

The thunder stopped, and it only represented one thing.

The Hirori Shrine Maiden is 'dead'.

Jiukong Xun stood on the high platform, looking at the direction of Youkai Mountain, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and was silent for a long time.

In front of Hakurei Reimu, he is always a loser.

Subconsciously, all humans are a little ashamed of themselves in front of the Hakurei shrine maiden, and even have some instinctive disgust.

Today she is finally 'dead', and there will be no more shrine maidens in paradise in the world.

There is only one canary imprisoned in Yokai Mountain.

Thinking of this, Jiukong Xun's heart didn't have the slightest pleasure, but was a little empty, or maybe it was because she wasn't defeated by him.

Perhaps he will never be able to make up for this regret, which is a pity.

Luckily, Kenya is still alive and has a chance to be killed by his own hands.

……

……

"I can't give up yet. 」

The man was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"As long as you live, everything is possible, so why go?"

The place where the soul demon dream stands, at the foot of the mountain where the soul demon has stepped on it, at the bottom of the monster mountain.

The mountain protector tengu was constantly rushing towards her, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and blood was swaying from time to time.

She just stood on the stone steps, without anything else, holding a long sword, and when someone came, it swept away.

She's not a big husband.

But when she was closed, she was also unclear.

Looking at this girl who was wearing thin clothes and was still pretending to be old next year, Oyama Bo Datengu's eyes showed strong hostility, and he was even more shocked and puzzled.

He just wondered, how did she get to where she got to this point, where did all the pain in her body go, how much strength was in that little body?

The Soul Demon Dream is indeed very tired.

On the day she was defeated by the Nine Sky Smokers, she alone broke through the four lines of defense that surrounded the human world, she encountered thirty-six battles, defeated forty-seven tengus, and was wounded fourteen times - no matter how dangerous or uneventful, she was alone, no matter how light or severe the injuries were, she was bleeding and bleeding incessantly.

She persevered, did not fall, and at the moment when she found the breath of the soul monster, she traveled thousands of miles and came to the monster mountain.

She was extremely tired and crumbling, but she still waved the Louguan sword, stood at the bottom of the mountain, and sang this beautiful play, no one could stop her.

Oyama Botengu raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly brightened, and the sword in his hand turned into a straight line, piercing through the wind and rain, and instantly came to the body of the soul demon dream.

Tengu's swords are all fast swords, but the swords will not leave the hand, and the hand and body are all part of that line.

The blade of the sword was cold, reflecting the blood on the ground, piercing the eyes of the soul demon dream.

The soul demon dream did not close his eyes, did not blink, stared at the long sword that came like thunder and lightning, felt the power of the hidden big monster, silently pulled out the two swords, turned around and picked up.

In the face of the big monster, she didn't spare her hand, her petite body turned into a blooming cherry blossom, and every trace of the essence of the two swords of life was in this meaning No. 1 body.

The Bailou Sword in her hand was originally the sword of the Soul Demon - ten years ago, the Soul Demon Ji gave this sword to the Demon Dream.

took the sword, took the Xixing Temple as the main, and became the court master of the White Jade Building, and then this sword, it has been holding her hand - it seems to be a sword, the essence is only to chop, the sword intent of the soul family is hidden deep in it, once in the underworld to cut the ghost, but also to cut the magic cannon in two sections, when the mutation, everyone who fought in Gensokyo was impressed, did not dare to move, and also cut the cabbage state in the back kitchen alley.

At this time, the soul demon dream stabbed out with all his heart, even if the tengu's sword was as fast as lightning, it could not be swayed.

Therefore, the sword, slightly off, stabbed the left shoulder of the soul demon dream, and then picked up extremely sharply.

On the still immature face of the soul demon dream, the expression remained unchanged, and he continued to move forward, moving forward.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Oyama Botengu's eyes, and his pale face was covered with an abnormal flush.

Just the moment they met, he was defeated and injured.

Defeated in the consciousness of moving forward and ending up together.

The shoulder was seriously injured, and the muscles and bones were not broken, so the soul demon dream did not stop it, stepped on the soles of his feet, and smashed the seventeen green bricks around him, like flying stones!

Lou Guan raised his sword and was about to stab Tengu in the cheek when it fell.

The big mountain Botengu who flew upside down did not have much fear in his eyes.

The soul demon dream looked calm, and seemed to guess that something else was about to happen.

Sure enough, there was a mutation.

A black feather suddenly fell into the air.

The feathers have no substance, they are purely composed of demonic power, elegant but not weak, exuding the smell of annihilation, and they appear extremely powerful.

The appearance of black feathers attracted everyone's attention.

The gaze of the soul demon dream fell on it all, because it was in full bloom in front of her.

She was not surprised, and slashed down with a sword.

From that night to tonight, the attitude shown by Youkai Mountain is very resolute and determined to win.

Soul Demon Dream, knowing that there must be a real strong person in the monster mountain, she even guessed the truth that the Hakuri witch had not returned for a long time. It's just that the night has passed, and the uneasy feeling in her heart is getting stronger and stronger, and she makes a gesture of wanting to die with the big mountain and the big tengu, just to force the man to make a move.

All the focus is actually not on the big tengu at all.

What she was waiting for was the moment when the Heavenly Demon made a move.

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Consider sending ...... at the book Kindness...... How you are in the book.

Actually, it's okay to post on both sides.

And this chapter, which is foreshadowing...... But I think it's good, because Youmu is handsome...... I like it very much.