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Because it was an all-out blow under the rage, the power of the wind, earth, water and fire this time was more powerful than any previous attack.

The target is Sawaki in the air, and the endless power completely devours the weak Sawaki.

Such a terrifying power made the Nine Sky Smoke on the side can't help but cover it.

But how could Sawaki succumb so easily?

His tenacity of willpower has allowed Sawaki to transcend the realm of spirits.

Otherwise, twelve years ago, it should have been lying under the Santu River forever, and it would not have dragged the decaying body of the living corpse for twelve years to survive.

It is true that the wind, the water, and the fire devoured Zeki, but Zemu did not die.

Intense colic filled Sawaki's soul, and the already dry body of the living corpse was wrenched into dry wood by the force of nature.

However, even if it is such pain, even if it is the wail of the soul, it can't stop Sawaki!

Because! Zemu has given up everything, even if it is completely gone, he will cut off the head of Jianjun!

Bet on the final blow of everything!

Sawaki, who was tormented by the wind, water, and fire, was fearless, and the memory of grief once again floated from the deepest part of his soul......

[Are you alright?] Sawaki? Can you hold on a little longer? The woman with a blurred face asked gently.

You've been strong, but don't be too reckless, Sawaki. The woman whose face became clear reprimanded.

【Sawaki ...... Run...... Tell Dayue that I love him......]

The last part of the memory is the scene of a gentle woman being torn in half by an ugly demon.

Warm and damp blood trickled down Sawaki's face.

The ugly demon coincided with the huge figure of the Jianjun in front of him.

And the powerless and weak young samurai Gen Zemu has become the soul of a living corpse.

Fueled by pain and hatred, the living corpse Gen Zemu roared again.

"Babble, babble, !!" Like a rage, like a roar of grief pierced out from the surrounding wind, water, and fire.

Nine Sky Smoke heard a lot from Zemu's roar.

Unwillingness, anger, grief, and hatred.

Zemu lives a miserable life, but what about Nine Sky Smoke?

Like a ray of light at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, the dark yellow spring flashed with an incomparably dazzling light.

The wind, earth, water, and fire completely exploded, and the strongest blow, far exceeding the sum of all the previous forces, completely broke through the space of Huangquan.

The small prison door, which was still somewhat vague, began to be forcibly fixed under the terrifying power.

This time, the Nine Void Smoke could no longer be prevented, and the boundless terrifying aftermath swept the hard-held Nine Void Smoke more than ten meters away.

Even the huge Jianjun army was blown away by its own attacks.

At this moment, Huangquan was in chaos.

After the frantically splashing Lingziliu began to settle down, Jiukong Xun struggled to get up from the ground.

"W-what!" Nine Sky Smoke shouted in disbelief.

The original Zemu in the air has disappeared, and the Nine Sky Smoke can no longer feel Zemu's existence at all.

Jianjun braced his wrists, and his huge body was supported from the messy ground, splashing dust from the sky.

"Now, it's all over." Jianjun looked around to make sure that Zemu had disappeared, so he smiled with satisfaction.

Sawaki was blown into ashes?

Even if Jiukong Xun didn't want to admit it, the chances of Sawaki surviving the explosion just now were really not high.

Jianjun raised Lei Yan's wrists and said in ecstasy: "The little man's death-wailing just now is indeed very funny, although it took some effort, it was finally resolved. ”

"Next up is you." Jianjun looked at the nine empty smoke. Jiukong Xun gritted his teeth and put the black knife in front of him again, ready to meet the enemy.

Although he was sad in his heart, Jiukong Xun had no time to pay attention to Zemu's life and death.

Because the next thing is the matter of life and death of Jiukong Xun.

It was supposed to be like this.

However, a blackened shadow silently crept up on Jianjun's neck.

Coke, who had lost his human form, slowly climbed up with the organ of his suspected hand, and Jiukong Xun noticed this detail, so he deliberately confronted Jianjun.

[Brother, I can only help you get here. Jiukong Xun stood with a solemn face to attract the attention of Jianjun.

"Jianjun, have you ever thought that you would die?" Jiukong Xun asked the unexpected words.

Jianjun was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Hahahaha!" Die? I am immortal! I'm the strongest! ”

The Nine Skies blackened the knife into the sheath: "Then, hopefully you can survive the deathbed counterattack of an angry deceased." ”

Jianjun was a little confused by Jiukong Xun's words, so he turned his head and looked back at Jiukong Xun's gaze.

A coke leaping high.

Sawaki is already dead, and even if he "dies" again, it won't help, because it has unfinished obsessions.

In the dark purple imaginary vision, the ontological demon spirit of the Jianjun was unreservedly displayed in front of Zemu's "eyes".

Although there was only one hand left, and even the worn-out rusty knife had been reduced to ashes, how could the knife be such an inconvenient thing?

[My hand is a knife] The scorched "hand" cut like a remnant knife towards the soul of the army's body.

In reality, what Jiukong Xun saw was that Zemu's stump arm was eerily burning with dark purple flames, cutting towards Jianjun's head like a blade.

The remnants of the insignificant soul burned with the last light, and the soul named Genzawaki completely understood the mystery of the soul when he was dying.

【Oni Chikiri】

The "arm blade" that cut down turned into an invisible soul shadow, completely cutting through the demon soul of Jianjun without hindrance.

In reality, the Jianjun was cut off by the charred-like Zemu, and the original boundless power completely disappeared without a trace.

Jianjun's head still had Jianjun's stunned expression, and then turned into the most basic spirit and disappeared completely.

And Jianjun's huge body also began to disintegrate, and countless souls floated out of the prison.

The dark and bleak hell is lit up by the dancing points of light.

Countless points of light turned into meteors and continued to float towards the distant underworld, and such a pure light washed the soul of Jiukong Xun.

"It's so beautiful...... "Nine Sky Smoke muttered to himself.

The brilliance of the soul, this is a superb scene that people cannot glimpse in their lives, and today Jiukong Xun saw it.

It was very beautiful, and the constantly flickering white light occupied the field of vision of the Nine Sky Smoke.

And in Zemu, who was in the center of the white light, he completely lost all his strength, and even his obsession was over, and his body began to disappear like Jianjun.

"I ...... I don......'t know why, but Sawaki didn't feel joy, but a faint sadness.

For this moment, how much Sawaki paid, he himself can't remember.

Perhaps, he just wanted to keep the figure of the woman he longed for in the depths of his heart.

"No complaints...... no regrets" Sawaki waited for the moment of the end with peace of mind.

At this time, a light blue point of light floated out silently from the white point of light in the sky.

But Sawaki felt familiar with the light blue point of light, as if he had guessed something, Sawaki said serenely, "It's been a long time......

"Zeki, it's been a great ......," a gentle female voice came from the light blue light.

After hearing the expected familiar voice, Saki completely broke all the knots in his heart and smiled: "Yes, it's been a hard ......."

After speaking, Zemu's body completely disintegrated, and the scattered Lingzi turned into a light blue ball of light, floating towards the distant underworld along with the points of light.

Jiukong Xun witnessed all this, and he silently blessed Zemu in his heart.

【Partner...... I wish you happiness in the next life......]

After all the light was completely gone, Jiukong Xun looked silently at the small prison door that was already wide open in front of him.

On the opposite side of the small prison gate is a completely different view, a secluded forest quietly illuminated by the moonlight.

The invisible void turned into an escape path, and for some reason Jiukong Xun didn't feel so excited.

Yes, Zemu's story is over, and now it continues to write the story of Nine Sky Smoke.

With a deep sigh, Jiukong Xun stepped out and walked through the small prison door and returned to the human world.

The refreshing feeling rushed in, and the nine skies looked at the bright crescent moon, and their hearts were clear.

It feels like a world away, and everything around me is so unfamiliar.

Twelve years later, Nine Sky Smoke has crawled back from hell as a spirit again.

However, now Jiukong Xun is facing a more important problem, that is, the world is beginning to reject him.

It's a real rejection, and Nine Sky Smoke can feel that he is being forcibly transformed into an ordinary demon by invisible violence.

It is impossible for Jiukong Xun to accept that he has become an ugly demon, so he is now left with only two choices.

One is to distort one's obsession and turn it into a vicious ghost. This choice is also unacceptable.

The second is to rely on the object and become a mourning god.

Changing into Fu Fu Shen sounds like a good choice, not only can you keep your will, but you can even haunt at will during the day.

However, the question arises, how can Jiukong Xun find a suitable thing to rely on in this forest?

It is impossible to find leaves or stones to rely on, such things are fragile and easy to lose, and are not suitable as objects to rely on.

Speaking of which, the right thing to rely on should be something that is not easy to lose and not easy to damage......

Wait a minute.

Not easy to lose, not easy to damage?

Jiukong Xun thought of something, smiled knowingly, and then touched the black knife in his hand.

[Isn't the best thing to rely on here?] 】

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Jiukong Xun, who had already turned into a mourning god, did not feel much discomfort.

Moving his body, due to the effect of the ghost's clothes, Jiukong Xun could see his own shadow in the moonlight.

In this way, all the problems were solved, and Jiukong Xun began to continue to write his own story.

The natural blessings engraved on his soul did not disappear, and countless fireflies flew out of the forest and surrounded the Nine Voids to illuminate him.

The little tree spirit sitting on the tree also looked at the strange person curiously.

Under the moonlight, this is the beauty of the nine airs.

Jiukong Xun smiled, sang a song under the light of the fireflies, and stepped out.

The white-haired sword-wielding ghost is smoked in the sky, and finally returns to the human world.