Mori Luo remembered such a lion, although he could not remember the age, but he had seen a lion dancing in a human dance, and it was the kind in front of him - but this was a monster, not an art performed by humans. The ghost lion in front of him was like a fantasy, although it was extremely fierce, but Sen Luo saw that it never came out of the place where the guard's corpses were piled up for a hundred steps. After Sen Luo withdrew from the place of a hundred steps, the long knife naturally fell, and the ghost lion shook his head and tail and roared, and returned to the pile of corpses again.

Sen Luo's skull face was facing the hill where the corpses were piled up, these corpses had already decayed, under the breath of this demon world, they did not completely decay into skeletons or something, but as if the decay had stopped, they became the kind of blackened corpses that were stretched on the bones, but the clothes on the body were not rotten, and even the original gorgeous patterns could be seen. The skeletal warrior looked at it for a while, and finally saw a clue.

"These people, the clothes on their bodies are quite similar to this ghost lion......" Sen Luo thought that there might be some story in this, but it was not his particular concern - it was this ghost lion blocking the way right now, and these dead bodies had sharp claw prints and tooth marks on their bodies, and the death of these people was absolutely inseparable from this ghost lion. The skeletal warrior let out a long inhalation and exhalation sound, and then he began to move forward slowly, rather casually.

At this moment, Sen Luo has completely transcended the restrictions of the Sword Master, he should have been like this, the skeleton has no eyes, and seeing things actually relies on the eyes of the heart. And as long as this is understood, Senluo's transcendence will come naturally. "A murder weapon like the Heart Slash...... Originally, it was born to kill these monsters that are difficult to kill with physical swords. As he spoke, the ghost lion let out a furious roar, leaping up from the pile of corpses and disappearing, and the next moment it appeared a few steps before Sen Luo and pounced on him.

The samurai sword light of the skeleton was just a flash, and there was a terrible sound of shakuhachi in the sword wind, and the knife did not seem to be slashed at the ghost lion, but after the ghost lion landed, it was directly split diagonally from the back of the head, and the back half of the body with three claws was directly separated from the head and one claw in front of it. There were no internal organs in the broken place, only bursts of black breath, but the black breath could not be connected after all.

The second half of the ghost lion's life was shattered into ashes, and what appeared in the ashes was a half-dried human body, and he was wearing a rather gorgeous costume—although it was brightly colored, it was just ordinary linen after all. And the first half of the ghost lion also began to shrink - Sen Luo had already killed the monster in front of him on another level with his heart knife before the sword light slashed. What the ghost lion saw was very different from what Moriro had slain—in Moriro's mind, he was just a kabuki entertainer.

That's right, in my heart, the truth of this ghost lion is just a kabuki entertainer who is dancing with oil paint on his face.

Now he is only half left, and I am afraid that he has also broken free from the dream of the ghost lion. However, he was already a demon, and the broken section of his body was not blood, but black demonic energy. The man in half was crying, but there was only a voice and no tears. The skeletal warrior stood in front of the man, his skeletal face looking down, looking at the man. The man wiped his face with his remaining hands, and then struggled to turn his body so that his face was facing the pile of corpses.

The crying voice became more and more hoarse and broken, and perhaps at this moment, he finally remembered something. But it's too late for anything, and no matter what you do, it's already too late. This man died like this, at least he was a man when he died, even if it was a withered skeleton that seemed to be covered with skin, at least he did not die in the form of a ghost lion. There may be a story, but Sen Luo felt like he would never know.

"As I heard, at one time, the Buddha was in the Garden of Solitude with the great bhikshu monks, all of whom were great arhats, and all knew ......" Senluo's double tone sounded, and the voice of the scriptures echoed over the dead man and the corpse. With Sen Luo's recitation, red karmic fire rose directly on these corpses. In the flames, they gradually turned to white ashes, and the man's two halves of the body twisted painfully in the karmic fire, and then gradually turned to ashes, and the man's face gradually showed an expression of peace and joy.

The same is true of the corpses, white translucent figures standing on the ground, bowing their heads in salute to the skeleton warrior, and then gradually disappearing into Buddhahood. The last to leave was the man with the paint on his face, and there was always a woman who refused to disappear until the man appeared, "It turned out to be the main character in the troupe." Sen Luo whispered, "No wonder this is the case. "The wind blows, scattering the pale ashes between heaven and earth, and these poor people can be regarded as Buddhas in peace, which is already a very good ending in this world.

Liberating these poor people, Mori Luo's pace did not stop, and if he hadn't killed Amakusa Shiro Shizhen, such a tragedy would have happened repeatedly. The samurai of the skeleton didn't want anything else, he was only willing to kill Amakusa. "When the clouds of the demon world begin to dissipate, I'm afraid that this world will be a little more peaceful after all, and then I can kill a little more of those powerful demons, and I can go to the mainland. There's still a long way to go, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep until I'm done with all this. ”

"Ninety-nine chops, this hundred chops are not completed, and this heart is difficult to sleep." Sen Luo muttered, "If Shimizu Ji is still in this world after her reincarnation, then it would be too much of a waste of the Four Souls Jade I gave her." It's too embarrassing for me. Sen Luo thought as he walked.

However, killing Shiro Amakusa Shizhen may not be able to dissipate the demon clouds in this world...... On the mainland, there are still many demons and monsters running rampant, and now is the era of chaos in the world. The original creator of this cloud - in the distant Duchy of Wallachia in Eastern Europe, there is a powerful vampire, this cloud was originally created by his magic to block out the sun.

Then there are monsters one after another, Europe is the hardest hit area, there are many monsters who hate the sun, and those powerful monsters that cannot be crusaded by the Holy See have also awakened, with terrible magic to open the door of the demon world, so that the sky is shrouded in magic clouds. All of this is happening almost all over the world, and the reason why this era is called the Landing of the Demon Sky is probably the turn of the era of darkness. The land, the sea, and the sky all have powerful monsters, and they all work together to create all of this—and Japan is only a very unimportant part of it......