"You ......"

Hiroshi Tonata, who was pressed to the ground frantically by several giant claws that gathered resentful spirits, suddenly felt a loosening of his body.

In his vision, blurred by serious injuries and broken glasses, he saw the tires of an old motorcycle speeding past the sidewalk a few meters away from him.

Tsuneta Hiroshi turned his head with great difficulty, and found that the group of gathering resentful spirits that had been around him had turned into a point of crystal light in the sky under the bombardment of a black arm as huge as a truck and burning runes.

It wasn't until those crystals fell to the ground like rain that he saw clearly that they were countless cute stray cats and dogs that were glowing with pure white fluorescence.

"Becoming a ...... Becoming a Buddha? ”

The blow shattered several of the black arms that had gathered resentful spirits and had the aura of destruction, and retracted towards the biker's back as swift as the wind......

Not paying attention to the spectacular scene of "landing to become a Buddha" around him, Hiroshi Tsunada, who fell to the ground, raised his neck with all his might, and his eyes were unwilling to follow the direction of the black giant arm retracted, and looked at the locomotive that seemed to be carrying two people and was moving away at high speed.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency...... No...... Wait a minute!! ”

In addition to doubts and shock, there seemed to be a different kind of complicated emotions in his eyes.

What kind of sacredness is the existence that can instantly make such a large number of resentful spirits gather into Buddhas?

Seemingly completely unaware of his feeble shout, the locomotive continued to rush towards the depths of the resentment and disappeared from Hiroshi Tonada's sight.

"Zizi ......"

As the locomotive passed, the resentment near the road gradually dissipated.

The rune papers scattered on the road at some unknown point bloomed like flowers into vermilion torii gates.

Under the torii, the street lights flickered and returned to the dusk of the past, making Hiroshi Tsuneta feel the warmth of the world again.

A golden retriever with a pure white glow stepped forward slowly, sniffed his "Mediterranean" curiously, and then expertly raised one foot......

The point of light of the righteous path fell mightily on the bald head of Hiroshi Tsuna, who was unconscious.

……

Taito-ku, Ueno.

A lonely figure is sitting leisurely on the edge of the rooftop of the highest building in the Ueno business district, quietly enjoying the scenery around him.

At the foot of the foot, the Ueno subway station, which is usually full of traffic, and the metropolitan Ueno Park not far in front of the subway station, are all shrouded in resentment at the moment, and only a dead silence remains.

The howling night wind, carrying resentment, gently lingered on his fingertips, forming a miniature tornado.

"Hmph, although those miscellaneous fish are useless, they also lost much faster than I expected......"

As if sensing some kind of information from the wind, the man stood up.

"These soul slayers, it's really not as simple as it seems, it's wise not to mobilize the main members over......

He was tall, wrapped in a black robe, and wore a tengu mask with red fangs and a thick nose.

A pair of long, black wings made of resentment stretched out from the man's back, stirring up a fierce gust of wind.

With the black wings flicking down fiercely, the man soared into the night like a goshawk, instantly breaking through to the sky above the resentful area, reaching a position almost parallel to the massive hell's gate.

Under the full moon, the man hovering in the night sky looked down on the entire Taito District like a king.

In the distance, from time to time, a black figure scurried through the resentment, accompanied by the low cry or laughter of the resentful spirit.

Occasionally, the light of spiritual power erupted in the darkness.

But his gaze has always stayed in the direction of Showa Avenue.

There, torii gates rise from the ground, and the dim lights are constantly lit......

A bright passage is gradually cutting through the middle of Taito Ward, which is shrouded in black fog, along Showa Avenue.

It was like a sharp sword sprinting forward, leading the light through the darkness.

In front of the torii gate and the lights, countless "black fogs" along the way are converging towards a "black hole" that is moving at a high speed, and you can faintly see the lights wrapped inside.

It was as if there was a giant beast that devoured resentment and darkness hidden in that black hole......

In the eyes of Yan Feng Jiro, this is the most tricky person here.

Judging by its strength, it is far more than the group of monks who are struggling under the gates of hell.

"There's no way to be leisurely any longer, and if you let these soul slayers play any longer, this rare beauty of good days will be destroyed."

The more violent wind began to condense around the man, and even the resentment under his feet was swept into the night sky, slowly forming a huge vortex.

"It's time for the wind to blow......"

With his movements, several slender tornadoes that shot into the sky began to slowly form on the edge of Taito District.

Whether it's grievances, vehicles, streetlights, building wreckage, or even ghosts......

The slender tornadoes frantically swept away, absorbed, and destroyed all the buildings and things around them, and began to gradually become thick and tough under the frantic friction......

"Break the 'Tokyo Three Formations' first, and then try your ......"

Carrying a variety of things, these tornadoes violently slammed into the light curtain formed by the "Tokyo Three Arrays" at super-high speeds, slowly and irresistibly creating small cracks.

“…… As fate would have it, this "Hell Revolution" will be pushed to the climax by Jiro I, Mine Jiro!! ”

In such an environment full of resentment, a powerful "divine favorite" like Yan Feng Jiro can constantly absorb the resentment around him and exert several times the "divine power", which can be said to be the most suitable battlefield.

……

It is three kilometers from Kuramae Apartment.

"Crackling ......"

A sword light flashed in the darkness with Lei Gang, evaporating the resentment around and briefly illuminating the broken road.

A huge toad wraith like a car was instantly cut in half by the thunder light gushing out of its body, revealing a tall man in sportswear, a black collar, and a dark philosophical aura all over its belly.

"Bah, bah, bah...... It stinks to death......"

Removal of the spirit exemption level [one], "Philosophical Swordsman", Kengo Yamada.

"Wait a minute......"

As soon as he burst out of the toad's belly and had no time to wipe off the unknown viscous liquid on his face, several more "men" rushed out of the resentment and stopped him loudly in a pompous tone.

"Huh? In the depths of this grievance, are there still people? ”

"Wait a minute...... Show you something good......"

Before Kengo Yamada could figure out the situation, the "men" had already run in front of him, pouted their hips and turned their backs to him, and directly pulled off their pants......

"Uh-huh...... Wait, did you misunderstand something, I'm not in the mood to ...... right now."

Before Kengo Yamada could dissuade him, the unfathomable part of the row of smooth, seductively colored buttocks suddenly cracked, opened a huge glittering eye, and stared at him with a strange look.

"Your Excellency, why is it so pompous...... No, mud horses, riding people too much......"

Looking at the terrifying scene in front of him, Kengo Yamada suddenly became angry, he couldn't help himself, and he drew his sword to stir ......

"Wait...... How could it be...... Damn ......"

However, locked by the sight of the hideous giant eyes in the middle of those buttocks, he only felt that he was in a trance, and his movements began to slow down for some reason, and his feet were too weak to walk.