Yes, in the battle, the swords were added, and Sen Luo really felt that this great monk seemed to be an empty shell, as if there was no soul inside. But what does it matter..... Let's go. What this resurrected Genkuro Yoshitsune wants to do, it will naturally be hindered - I'm afraid that even if he wants to turn this world into hell, there are demons and monsters still before him. The skeletal samurai sighed, yes, whether it was Amakusa Shiro Tokisada who occupied the leyline node and caused Amakusa Castle, or the demon looming in the Osord Mountain, and maybe even more ghosts - Moriro has come along the way, but there are also many tombs that have been broken from the inside out.

What's more, Japan is not worth mentioning at all in the world, and the samurai of the skeleton can feel from the breath that the whole world is shrouded in a deep dark atmosphere, and this era is the era of the Demon Sky King's Landing. The ghost's onihime put her hands on Moriro's shoulders and rested her head on his shoulder, looking in the direction Moriro's skeletal face was facing—the opposite direction from where the resuscitated Genyoshitsune had left. Although he didn't have to breathe anymore, Sen Luo still let out a long exhalation, "Let's go." He took a big stride toward the fork in the road.

"We're not going to Vajra Peak, that's where the Yoshitsune goes, and although I don't know why, it seems that the Yoshitsura in front of us doesn't seem to be complete, whether it's Musashibo......" Moriro explained to Shimizuhime, but Shimizuhime just smiled and wrapped around him, and the skeleton samurai strode until Daylight appeared. It was nearly dusk in the afternoon when Moriro stepped in, and this night had experienced the battle with Musashibo Benkei and the confrontation with Gen Yoshitsune, and it was already dawn at this moment.

The rising sun coincides with the meaning of the great sun in the eastern secret, and it is also at this time that the entire Koyasan barrier will be the strongest. Sen Luo looked left and right, and there was no hiding place on the mountain road, so he lay down in the ditch on the side of the mountain road and scattered into dry bones, leaving Shimizu Hime to hide in his ribs. You can't actually go to the forest on the side of the road, which Moriro tried when he first stepped into Koyasan. The strength of the enchantment in the forest is much stronger than that on the road, and I am afraid that this is also the choice made by the monks in order to avoid the invasion of enemies from the forest.

The mana of the Buddha Gate flowed within the barrier, and wisps of black gas continued to emerge on Sen Luo's barrel and his iron-colored bones, but they were cleared by the Buddha's light as soon as they appeared. Sen Luo's knife and spear naturally fell to the side, and these two weapons also showed a decadent appearance under the pure breath of Buddhism - the surface was rusty, the blade and blade were incomplete, and the handle of the spear had become a carbonized and withered wooden stick, which was only broken because it was horizontal on the ground. And on Sen Luo's skeleton, there are also pitted and decaying spots, and the iron-colored bones that seem to be iron-like bones are now as if they have gradually weathered after a hundred years.

The surface of the barrel carcass was also old and decaying, and the holes were getting more and more numerous, and Shimizu Ji turned into a small ghost fire, firmly attached to Moriro's vertebrae. The aura of Buddhism filled Koyasan, and the change in the barrier was more intense than when Mori Luo stepped in last night. If the skeletal warrior could stand up, he would find that although the continuous Koyasan Mountain could not be seen from the outside, the appearance of a mandala mandala would gradually emerge from the inside, and the entire Koyasan Mountain was gradually turning into an earthly Buddha country. Even though Sen Luo was lying on the ground and scattered, he could still hear the chanting of Buddhist disciples from the beginning of the sunrise. These Sanskrit chantings reverberate in the mountains of Koya, and more and more people are reciting them, and the sound is becoming more and more majestic, like a lion's roar.

But if you let a mortal people come, he will not hear it.

Sen Luo didn't quite understand what kind of change had happened, but he roughly guessed that it was a change after meeting Gen Yoshitsune yesterday, and he was afraid that Koyasan had finally made the final decision to launch the final method of the entire Eastern Secret to subdue demons and eliminate demons. But isn't this a disaster for Senluo? He hadn't killed any of the Koyasan monks, the skeletal warrior lay on the ground, carefully dodging the ubiquitous Buddhist thoughts—in this case, if he stood up without knowing whether he was alive or dead, he would probably be crushed by the mana of the Buddha.

"Nan Wu Zhi Liya Tiwei Kanamu ....." Sen Luo unconsciously recited the scriptures in his heart, and he didn't know where it came from, he could also understand the Sanskrit words recited by these monks, and now he can recite this mantra of all the Buddhas, saying that it is not right to recite it, but just reciting it. Sure enough, after meditating in my heart, the pressure on my body was not so great. With Sen Luo's current pure demon power, it is not difficult to maintain himself under this kind of Buddhist mana, and it is also very convenient to protect Qing Shui Ji.

"Om! Nan no Sammando! Zha! Like a lion's roar, like a dragon's chant, this mantra shouted with deep mana, accompanied by the same mana as the red lotus karmic fire that burned the sins of the world, Sen Luo felt a certain deep resentment and hatred, for the revenge of the world, that fierce hatred in a sentence "I am not reconciled!" In the midst of the shouts, it gradually died out, and along with this unwillingly cursed sound to the extreme, it was a quiet, thick throated voice: "Nam no Amitaba Night ....."

"Oh, did Musashibo also open his mouth to chant...... Is it just for himself and the Lord? Sen Luo thought in his heart, but found that the little ghost fire in his chest Qing Mizuhime seemed to be dripping with ghost tears, "Ha, women, sentimental." "Waves of Buddhist mana decayed as the sun in the sky gradually set in the west, it seems that it was noon when I killed the resentful ghost of the Source Sutra, and I don't know which great Ajali made the shot, but this mana must have paid a lot of sacrifice.

The sun had set, and Sen Luo was gradually connected by the black aura, and he stood up again. There was a wry smile coming from the skull, "This is also a big loss, the mana of this Buddhism has worn out at least sixty percent of my demonic power, and if I do it again, I may really become a dry bone in the next one." ”

"I won't let you die! Come! Drink and drink! Shimizu Hime pulled Sen Luo's bone arm unreasonably, and the samurai with bones still smiled bitterly, "When did you think that you would still be a living ghost?" Skeleton ghosts skeleton ghosts, originally just necromancy. The skeleton of the skeleton warrior faced Shimizu Hime, "Don't take your wine..... That's you. If you drink all of this wine, you too will perish. It's a pity that I didn't know it before, but fortunately, it's still too late. ”