On the shores of Lake Biwa, Moriro looked at the beautiful scenery and the red maple leaves in the mountains, and the skeletal samurai also sat down cross-legged, leaned his spear against the tree, and pulled out the five generations of Kunimitsu from his waist, and under the sunlight that sprinkled through the gap in the maple leaves, the five generations of kokuko refracted the dark red light. However, when you look closely, the blade is only slightly blue. The old hilt, the worn-out scabbard, Sen Luo has forgotten where he picked up the scabbard, but this scabbard can hold the sword without decaying, and it seems that it is also a bit of a reason.

The spiritual veins flowed around Lake Biwa, and Moriro sat on the ground, intently sensing the breath of the spiritual veins. The skeletal warrior drew out a wisp of spiritual energy from under his body, and slowly replenished it into his bones, thanks to the aura of spiritual wine that was still lingering, this aura that was drawn up was extremely pure, and those human distractions flowing in the spiritual veins were filtered out - yes, the spiritual veins are also ghost roads, the way for the souls of the dead in the human world to return to the underworld. Qing Mizuhime, who was in Sen Luo's chest, also quieted down, and should be using aura to replenish herself.

"That spirit wine, you made it yourself......" Sen Luo suddenly spoke, his double tone swirling in the air, he lowered his head, looking at the floating spiritual fire in the barrel and ribs that could be seen at a glance from under his skull. Shimizu Hime didn't answer, but there seemed to be a faint laugh, and the skeletal samurai didn't continue to ask, but just said, "Why do you have to ..... like this" The skeleton's hand bones caressed the blade, as if it was sharpening the knife with the bones of the palm.

After sitting all day, and when it was night, Sen Luo stood up, "It's time to go." A ball of spiritual fire flew out of his chest, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a beautiful woman in a kimono floating in the air. Shimizu Hime followed behind Moriro, half a step away. The skeletal samurai strode in the direction of the spirit vein, which was the walkway around Lake Biwa, and soon, a bamboo forest appeared in front of them.

There is a stone paved road in the middle of the bamboo forest, and there are even stone lanterns on both sides of the road, and there are candles in the lanterns - of course, in Sen Luo's eyes, these are actually ghost fires. The moonlight and the light of these stone lanterns were very cold, and the light on the bamboo on the road and the bamboo forest was a pale atmosphere. Moriro stood still, and he saw several merchants and samurai who were hurrying along the road with relaxed expressions on their faces. He didn't let Shimizuhime out - in this environment, a woman appeared, or a woman dressed as an oiran, which didn't mean that this woman definitely had a ghost.

Sen Luo just stepped on this road carefully, following these people from a distance—the bamboo forest was too dense, and it was still quite difficult to walk. In the depths of the road, there was a courtyard, which seemed to be a temple, and the merchants and samurai were about to enter the temple to rest, but it seemed to Sen Luo that it was purely a place of great evil. The eyes of the skeletal monster saw a decaying temple, with a fierce demonic aura emanating from it. Shimizu Hime cautiously looked at the temple from behind him, "Do you want to go?" Samurai-sama. Although Moriro had already told Shimizu Hime her name, she insisted on calling Moriro a samurai-sama instead of calling him by his name.

"I can't go, these people are already hopeless when they step into that temple..... How much more am I going to save people? I'm a monster too, Shimizu-hime, if I go in, I'm afraid they'll swing a knife at me as soon as possible, right? Sen Luo sighed, "Still, I hope I can get some news." "Sen Luo once asked Shimizu Ji if she knew about the Jade of the Four Souls, but the answer that Shimizu Ji gave him was that he had heard of this kind of treasure, as if the specific effect was to fulfill the wishes of the monsters or strengthen the demonic energy or something, but where? Shimizu doesn't know. After all, she's just a female ghost who wants revenge.

From the temple, there was the sound of knives, but there was not even a scream, but invisibly, the bloody qi had spread to the road. "It's such a fast knife, have you already sacrificed all the blood?" Without hesitation, Sen Luo strode directly on the road and pushed open the door in front of him. What appeared before his eyes was a hellish sight, the merchants and samurai were lying in pools of blood, their bodies were cut open, and the samurai had swords in their hands, but they should have been of no use at all.

There are two large raised braziers in the courtyard, which bring a touch of warmth to this pale and cold place, but as far as Senluo feels, it is like magma under the glacier, which is very dangerous. And in the middle of the two braziers, there was a maza, on which sat a samurai dressed in the best of the day, and his face was also lowered, so that his face could not be seen clearly. On the front of his armor was a grimace, adorned with the grimace of a demon, and by his side was a sword. Sen Luo walked in, standing in the light of the fire, the skeleton of the samurai feet parted, back and forth, arms sank, already holding the ten-character gun in his hand.

The point of the spear was aimed at the samurai who was well equipped in the world. "Have you ever been willing to answer me a question? Do you know the Jade of the Four Souls? Senro was the first to speak, his double tone swirling over the courtyard. Without saying a word, the samurai on the opposite side slowly stood up from his horse, pulled out the sword beside him, and in the light of the fire, the ghost face of his predecessor seemed to come to life, and his big mouth full of fangs opened and closed uncertainly. The height of this samurai standing is slightly shorter than Moriro, but if you add the antlers on his pocket, I am afraid that he is more than half a head taller than Moriro.

Such a monster samurai, Mori Luo has seen before. The mana monk called Skeleton had fought something like that in front of the cave where Sen Luo was cultivating. This is a body of foot armor that has become a youkai, and even has to add that sword, such a thing is very old, sucking countless blood and souls, and becoming one of the hundred ghosts on a certain moonlit night, and then luring the living to wear such armor, so as to seize his sanity and become a murderer, killing everywhere, and finally digesting the people trapped in the armor...... And Sen Luo, now through the other party's face armor, saw the withered skeleton inside—it was almost time to change someone.

"One or two, can't they talk well? Is this the norm in this land? Sen Luo sighed, and then he stabbed a shot in the middle of the day. This is a polite first shot, not aimed at defeating the other party, not fast and powerful, but crisp and neat, it is considered a courtesy. But the demon on the other side was obviously a rude person, and he just turned sideways and prepared to bully into the inside of the spear and kill Sen Luo with his sword. That Shimizu Ji was already about to scream.

Sen Luo struck the tail of the gun with his backhand, slashed the demon knife, and pushed the monster backwards, and then the blade of the Ten Characters Gun arced like lightning from the bottom up.....