Wang Hao was very happy, this pleasure of satisfying his curiosity was one of the motivations for him to learn the arts, and today before he got down to business, he solved a very interesting little problem, which would make his next state better than usual.

It's the same as eating hors d'oeuvres before a meal.

Wang Yu was very happy, so he decided to quit the spectator mode and condescend to participate in the carnival of these low-level demons.

He turned the "Demon M24plus Mysterious Black" out of the ring, rubbed the stupid bitten little cucumber on the back of the fuselage with some dissatisfaction, and then called up the "Kappa Music" that came with the installation, and once again endured a very energetic "Hello, Kappa~" This voice that does not conform to his aesthetics at all, he stuffed the pure white headphones into his somewhat pointed ears, and pulled out the sword from his waist.

"These bald people...... When my cracking team gets your model, I'm going to write a program with my teacher! I'm fed up with the poor aesthetics of these idiots!"

The boy who was muttering something with his head down and gritting his teeth suddenly raised his head and showed a wild smile of excitement and joy.

"Hello~ rookies, I'm here to participate in your mutual pecking contest lalalalala!!"

The young man, who was particularly happy, raised his slender cross sword and rushed into the pile of monsters.

He walked towards the depths of the Lost Bamboo Forest, ready to fight his way out.

He savored the sensation of countless bodies tearing under the blade of the sword, and exuded a smile of intoxication.

He didn't deliberately use his long sword to fend off the enemy three feet away, and the young man used his body as a weapon, constantly smashing the attacking monsters, covered in blood and embarrassed.

But that's what he wants.

A way to vent.

In a place that no one could see, Wang Yu gave himself too much pressure.

The inexplicable hostility of the top demon, the dangerous ally who has different dreams in the same bed, and the Red Devil Pavilion full of loopholes...... And on top of all this, the world that has repeatedly awakened him from nightmares.

What do you do when the world itself is full of malice towards you and your cherished being?

Shouting "My life is up to me, not to the sky" and then fighting with the sky to the limit of his strength? Wang Hao knew very well that he had not been able to threaten the transcendent for a long time, and the kind of atmospheric luck that could complete the Jedi reversal with an incredible difference in strength had nothing to do with him, and this kind of Long Aotian-style plot was just a dead end for him.

Slowly accumulating strength and enduring humiliation until the moment when the game is turned over? Theoretically feasible, it is also Wang Hao's usual favorite option. But time wasn't on his side - he had counted the pitching interval and Gensokyo area curve, both of which revealed a disturbing answer.

Or is it relying on the power of the main god to smuggle out of this world with the Red Devil Pavilion family? It's a pity that the transcendents are able to escape the jurisdiction of the Lord God to a certain extent, and the all-powerful captain doesn't seem to have the kind heart to help them in their predicament.

He held the sword that burned a kingdom of gods, he held a spear forged from meteors and thunder, he carried a bow made of the flesh and blood of an evil god, and he wore the armor smelted by the tyrant of flowers.

He is a god with hundreds of millions of believers, he is the inheritor of the dragon's blood, he is the reincarnation who controls the principle of nothingness, and he is the half-body of an evil god.

However, all this is useless.

There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

It's a dead end.

At least for now.

Thanks to a slight pessimism, Wang Hui always thinks about his biggest problem and wants to solve it, which leads to his constant presence under pressure, huge pressure.

Worrying about the sky is for the mediocrity to disturb themselves.

But the sky here is really going to fall.

So despite the hostility, Wang Yu still hopes that Yakumo Zi will live a little longer, a little longer, until he can solve everything.

Of course, if he could, he still wanted to overthrow the rule of the Yokai Sage. The sword of Damocles on his head is a bit too much, and one less is one.

So now, let him indulge in the killing for a while, and happily and joyfully free these poor beings from the sea of misery.

And who will free me?

In the midst of the great joy of indulging in killing, the boy let out a sad sigh.

Not far away, the sudden burst of fire reflected his compassionate face.

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Fujiwara Meihong's mood is really bad.

So she threw a punch hard and hit the little demon in front of her in the face, and the monster's head exploded like a hammered tomato, and then the whole corpse flew out with undiminished kinetic energy, smashing a row of little demons.

"[Beep--] yes, it must be that slut's ghost. ”

She spat a mouthful of saliva, and her left hand vigorously straightened the bone and even stabbed out of her right hand, the effect of Penglai medicine made this fleshy and twist-like arm recover in an instant.

In the absence of the endless phoenix flame in the body, the Penglai people who have lived for more than a thousand years are just a fourteen-year-old girl with empty power skills in martial arts.

And whether it was the sharp pain of the broken arm or the more terrible straightening that followed, it didn't make Fujiwara Meihong frown even a little.

Pain, pain that has long been accustomed to, pain that is as natural as breathing.

Only in this way can she have a real sense of being alive, so that she will not be unable to distinguish between life and death.

Maybe...... It's not just pain that can be done......

After killing a dozen youkai with her fists and feet, the restless white-haired girl spread out a pair of gorgeous huge fire wings behind her, and she flapped her wings into the sky, and the waves of fire caused by the wave of her wings burned away the demons within a radius of tens of miles, as well as the green bamboo that was part of the Lost Bamboo Forest.

It seems to have gone a little too far.

The immortal bird in mid-air grabbed the long white hair tied with a bow and looked at the bamboo charcoal on the scorched earth with some amazement.

But that's okay, the guy will definitely restore them, and it's good for everyone to break the spell.

Except for the bastards in the Eternal Pavilion.

"Damn, I should have accompanied Huiyin at this time......"

The immortal bird gritted its teeth, vibrated its wings, and flew in the direction of the human world with the temple house.

Although friends at the time of the full moon don't need to worry about themselves...... But I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what if. The slimest chance is not zero after all.

In the blink of an eye, the phoenix that rushed out of the scorched earth suddenly narrowed its eyes.

She seemed to see a familiar figure faintly.

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Happy birthday, Tianyi.

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