As soon as Kyogoku Hikofu appeared in the inherent enchantment, he couldn't help but spit out blood, his magic power was unstable and his internal injuries were severe, and the divine blood soaked in his body was full of evil energy, and he was just the end of a strong crossbow.

The mist of blood condensed into a scarlet puff in his eyes, his ears buzzed, he coughed twice, lay on the ground and spat out blood.

Dilumudo leaned over and picked him up, and the body that had been beaten so that Lingzi's loose body was very light, and he didn't have any extra strength to resist his irregular movements, and honestly took off his blood-stained robe and put it into the hot spring pool.

Kyogokuhiko breathed a sigh of relief, what he saw was a little blurry at this time, but it didn't prevent him from fumbling and pulling Dilumudo's neckline, forcibly exchanging a kiss with a strong smell of blood.

"Happy?" Dilumudo untied his bun, his hair was soaked with blood into wisps that needed to be washed repeatedly to wash away the blood and filth, and the young man leaned on the edge of the pool and tilted his head to do what he wanted, his eyes closed to show a little unguarded softness.

Kyogohiko trusted him very much, and this realization made him feel a little happy, even if his allegiance to Kyogokuhiko did not give a clear answer, but if it remained the way it was, it seemed to be good.

The hidden worries of the evil of this world that were entrenched in his heart never left, and he was always worried about whether one day he would be polluted again and do things that went against his heart.

Kyogokuhiko snorted inexplicably, he couldn't see it, but he could also feel Dilumu's uncertain thoughts, and asked, "What about you?" ”

Dilumudo was stunned for a moment, and replied: "It's true that the culprit has been dealt with, but in any case, Miss Tsuiko has passed away, and she can't see what we do."

As soon as she enters reincarnation, she forgets the past, not to mention that with Tsuiko's kind and gentle character, she probably doesn't want to see her friends kill for her death, and she is blinded by hatred.

"Not necessarily." Kyogohiko snorted, of course he knew what Dilumudo was contradictory, on the one hand, of course, he wanted to give everything he had to avenge Tsuiko, but on the other hand, he was guilty of doing something against his will because he knew Tsuiko.

However, this killing, which Kyogokuhiko thought about repeatedly and almost lost his life, was not just a simple battle of revenge.

The gods behind the Abe family and the other party have a long-standing grudge, and its source is probably the conflict of interests between the aristocracy and the Hanmen from the perspective of the human world, and the so-called aristocracy is the so-called aristocracy, and the high-level gods who have occupied the vast majority of the high-level gods in the Takamagahara-era business, and for those gods who have climbed up from the human world, that is, the Hanmen, have an instinctive contempt and hostility, and regard them as predators of limited resources.

The high-ranking people oppress the low-ranking people, the nobles oppress the poor, and the atmosphere of the corpse vegetarian meal quietly corrodes the noble and majestic kingdom of God.

The life of the gods is almost infinite, and the Hanmen needs a purge to suppress the arrogance of the nobles who are becoming more and more arrogant year after year, and Kyogokuhiko's mention happened to scratch their itch, while providing a list to hide people's eyes and ears, fanning the flames in the ears of the target, while relying on the list to plan and kill carefully, it is logical to face a high-ranking god.

Kyogokuhiko's state is very dangerous, he is in a bottleneck period that will break at any time, he may fall down the next second, or he may climb up the next second, since what he has seen is the operation of spiritual power, then what can be closer to the origin of the world than the spiritual power of the gods.

It's true that he is avenging Tsuiko, but at the same time, he is also seeking a chance for himself to break through the status quo, a chance to live.

The high-level gods created by the world are deconstructed from the outermost layer, layer by layer, with difficulty and glue, until the final blow is hit.

Although he was almost about to put his life into it, he still successfully obtained some effects, and Kyogokuhiko finally took this opportunity to get closer to the origin of this world, and he took a small step in congratulations.

In a world where the dots and lines of the eyes are intertwined, after many years, different colors finally appeared, and the black and white camera has successfully progressed from a color camera.

If you look at an object carefully, there are some blurred shadows between the dots and lines, and it is still difficult to distinguish human faces, but you can also see some inconspicuous inanimate objects.

He lazily spread his arms and asked Dilumudo to clothe him in new clothes, and put his arms around the knight's neck and kissed him, and his tone was briskly teasing and playful, like a prodigal son.

The internal injuries are still very serious, most of the external injuries have converged under the soothing of the hot spring water full of spiritual power, and there are no scars left, at a glance, he is no different from usual except that his eyes are still red, and the layers of solemn robes and robes press out a cold and arrogant aura, that is, lying on the shoulders of Dilumudo, he whispered and laughed with a little careless madness, a pair of red eyes, Dilumudo weakened his momentum for some reason, and he had no choice but to turn his head and block the increasingly frivolous words in his mouth with a wet kiss.

Licking, chasing, playing, like the last lingering death, the knight's back against the screen of the infinite spring scene, the magic exchange brought unimaginable stimulation, his brain went blank, passively following Kyogokuhiko's lips and tongue to let out a low whimpering gasp.

It's obviously all a magic exchange, why can't you stand only with soft hands and weak legs? Such an indignant thought swirled in his mind, and before he could make any impression, he was swept away by the surging torrent of magic and there was no scum left.

His body was hot, his mind was confused, and his fingertips unconsciously tore at the purple robe on Kyogohiko's body, leaving subtle cracks and folds, and Di Lumudo was inevitably emotional, gasping and rubbing around, and the robe that was originally tightly covered was rubbed open by himself.

"Well, it's not time yet." Kyogoku hiko endured the fire in his body, lowered his head and kissed the corners of Dilumudo's distracted eyes, sucked away a few physiological tears, and skillfully swiped his fingertips across the waist and nape of his neck, without any emotion. The color breath gently soothed Dilumudo's thirst.

It's not time yet. He left a deep bite mark on the side of Dilumudo's neck, straightened up and changed his robe, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back." ”

The so-called peace and mediation clear-eyed people knew that there was a problem at a glance, but the arrogant aristocratic faction that was beaten down could only grit their teeth and watch as the Hanmen faction reached a "reconciliation" with Kyogohiko in a good voice, and hell swaggered and took away the souls of a long list of gods.

"It's a really great expression."

Walking out of the god's mansion with the ghost lantern, Kyogokuhiko suddenly heard the ghost lantern say this.

"If only I could record it." Oni Lantern then regretted that as a ghost god who came from the era of Izanami's rule, he inherited the core idea of Izanami's rule - I am happy if Takamagaha is not happy.

Including Kyogokuhiko's action this time, although it took a lot of layers of relationships to get in touch with Izanami-sama, Kyogokuhiko only mentioned a few words, and she immediately agreed, and used her body for a long time. The connections of the rulers of hell, mobilizing the entire hell to join.

In her words, "Just think of the look on that idiot Izanagi makes, and I'll have a laugh for thousands of years." ”

The revenge of the goddess is so strong that it is truly terrifying.

And Ghost Lantern, as an orphan who was sacrificed to die in order to please the gods, naturally felt extremely satisfied with the face of the god Tieqing, even more satisfied than Izanagi, after all, he saw it with his own eyes.

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him, took the Dongzhu from the crown of his head and handed it to the ghost lamp.

There were more than a dozen Dongzhu beads on the crown of his head, all of which were carved with dark patterns, ensuring that the faces of the gods in the audience were photographed without any dead ends.

Ghost Lantern took Dongzhu and glanced at Kyogokuhiko, and the two of them reached a strange heart at this moment, "Thank you." As he spoke, he put away the Tojoo in his hand, intending to go back and share it with the whole hell, especially Izanami-sama.

At this time, the ladder of heaven has been broken, the communication path between Takamagahara and the human world has been blocked, and humans have no way of knowing the changes in the kingdom of God, and they are still living as before, and Kyogokuhiko does not plan to stay in Takamagahara for more, and after getting what he wants, he will return to the world by hitchhiking with ghost lights.

The ghost lamp took a large number of spirits, and took out a circle and put it on the ground in his arms for a long time, "Okay, jump." Seeing that Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows and seemed to be uneasy, he added, "This is specially cast by Izanami-sama." ”

Kyogohiko nodded, paused suddenly, took out a piece of jade and put it in the ghost lamp's hand, "There is time to hand this over to the head of the Abe family, she knows what to do." ”

"You're not going to go by yourself?" Ghost Lantern asked.

"I'm not very convenient." Kyogohiko smiled, "Heiankyo doesn't welcome a hundred ghosts to walk at night. ”

The ghost lamp was clear, he was born in hell, he could feel the fluctuations of the soul in this piece of jade, and knew that this was probably what the witch Tsuiko left behind after her death, "I will deliver it properly." ”

"Thank you." Kyogokuhiko said, stepping into the aperture that exuded brilliant colors, "I'll see you in the future." ”

As soon as he stepped into the aperture, there was a strong sense of weightlessness, and the spell on the back of his hand tingled slightly, and when he was able to stabilize his body and slowly fall, Kyogokuhiko found that Dilumudo did not know when he appeared beside him.

"Where is the end of this?" Kyogokuhiko sighed, his tone seemed to be talking to himself, and in front of him was a chaotic line, mixed and chaotic to form a circular corridor, looking up was a darkness, looking down was also a darkness, although surrounded by a sense of weightlessness, but the endless fall made people can't help but question whether they haven't moved.

"I don't know." Dilumudo replied that he had always kept a close distance from Kyogokuhiko, moving at the same speed.

"No," Kyogokuhiko sighed, "you know. He moved forward a little, "Dilumudo doesn't know, but you do. ”

Dilumudo seemed to be a little frightened, and hurriedly took a step back, but it was too late, just one step away, and Kyogokuhiko saw clearly the "qi" floating around him, which was completely different from Dilumudo, and was full of ominous colors.

"You're not him." Kyogohiko carefully controlled the distance between each other, "Your essence is different. ”

"Really?" Dilumudo tilted his head and let out a sneer, "I wanted to wait a little longer." ”

The light gray mist around him suddenly deepened, turning into a thick black, the mist swirled, the quantitative change caused the qualitative change, the mist condensed into a liquid, and attached to the knight's body, "Introduce yourself, in Lower Angola. Manuel, the evil of this world, is also the one who is about to occupy your soul. ”

Since it can't be defiled from the root, then directly occupy the soul of that adult, which is composed of Lingzi and soaked in the body of divine blood, which is more satisfying to him than **.

"The poor knight is nothing but your toy," the evil laughed of this world, and the laughter was full of mockery, "you tease him, despise him, and refuse to trust him, so he gives his body to me, how pitiful, how pitiful! ”

Black sludge splashed on Kyogokuhiko's cheek, the sludge almost engulfing him, his eyes reflecting the filthy web, but he didn't make a move.

"I trust him." "Although he retains his stupid goodness and integrity, he is sometimes boring and boring, and he is a headache for good people," he said.

"He's the best knight I've ever met."

The surging sludge in front of me suddenly stopped.