The Shura Hell here, Sen Luo had seen it in his memory, but his memory did not have his name when he was alive, and the monks who fell here looked like this, and the samurai with bones knew at a glance that they were killed in battle rather than slaughtered. Sen Luo stood in front of the hell and slowly walked away, carefully stepping on the empty space with black blood clots, the skull's head turning from side to side to watch the killing field here.

"It's really amazing." A double tone sounded, "From the beginning to the end, these monks have only faced two enemies!" The action was really fast, and the first group of monks who were killed probably didn't have time to draw their weapons and react. In such a miserable place, Shimizu Hime instead flew out of Sen Luo's chest and flew above the shattered corpse. She was originally a ghost, and with a ghostly fire, the way she flew over these decayed, half-ossified corpses had a surprisingly apt and poignant feeling.

The enchantment here is almost gone, and the mana of the Buddha Gate is afraid of being slashed out, and Shimizu Ji doesn't feel any discomfort at all - in fact, Sen Luo feels that she is still enjoying the indelible resentment and the breath of the dead soul on this murderous battlefield - even if the soul becomes a Buddha, there are still remnants of things like scum floating here after all.

The skeletal samurai had gone around in circles here, and basically he understood that his judgment was not wrong - there were only two murderers who had caused all this, one of them on horseback, and the other was supposed to be very tall. At least those few large footprints illustrate this, and they should be the same as the killers of the seven people in front of them.

"But why? This is Koyasan, and there should be a powerful barrier, what kind of demons and monsters can kill monks with mana within such an barrier? "Don't be surprised, judging from the residual breath on those corpses, there is absolutely no doubt that they are demons," and so far, these corpses have been at least ten days old, and there is no one to collect the corpses in Koyasan? What the hell is going on? At least Shimizu Hime's question could not be answered, but Sen Luo never asked Shimizu Hime, but sorted out his own thoughts.

The skeletal samurai was also in a dilemma, if he continued to move forward, he might encounter the demon who killed the monk, but if he retreated, he didn't know how to go—there was no clue about finding the Jade of the Four Souls, and I am afraid that it would only be recorded in Koyasan. At this time, Shimizu Ji was very happy to fly around him - these fragments of resentment and soul were a great supplement for this female ghost. But this is by no means without a price, Sen Luo looked at Shimizu Ji's cheerful expression, but sighed secretly in his heart.

He didn't absorb the slightest resentment, but he couldn't persuade Shimizu Ji not to absorb it - because this Oiran female ghost couldn't isolate those things at all, if he hid in Sen Luo's chest, it would be fine once or twice, but if he didn't absorb these things for a long time, then Shimizu Ji would gradually dissipate between heaven and earth, this is just a soul flying, not liberation and Buddhahood.

After sighing, Sen Luo crossed over these corpses, these monks should be free, just a stinky skin, the soul is enough to become a Buddha, and it doesn't hurt to discard this body casually. Sen Luo stood in the middle of the corpse, pulled out the five generations of Kunemitsu from his waist, and then the two skulls held the hilt of the knife and plunged it into the earth. The red-black evil aura on the five generations of national light was like smoke, gradually spreading across the earth, and soon enveloped the entire killing field. When Sen Luo drew his knife, these red mist were like living creatures, and quickly returned to the five generations of national light.

After collecting the knife, Sen Luo looked at the battlefield, and at this time, the crow that came out of nowhere fell quickly and began to peck at the dead body. "Get rid of those demonic spirits, and now those creatures won't be scared away. It's also a sky burial. Good, good, good. "Now, it should be able to return to dust, which can be regarded as a good thing that Sen Luo has done for these dead - although if they live, they should have to get rid of the demon Sen Luo.

The further you went inside, the thinner the barrier became, and Sen Luo discovered an anomaly in it—that almost every grave here had been excavated. But it's dug from the inside out. "It's not strange at all that a hundred ghosts walk at night." Senro shook his skeletal head and continued forward. The ancient trees on both sides are towering, and the sun can't shine much, Sen Luo walked on the bluestone road, and under his feet were fallen leaves that no one cleaned.

After rounding a corner, Sen Luo stopped, "Xiao Shimizu, hide." The double tone sounded slowly and calmly, and then Sen Luo put down the ten-character gun that he had been carrying on his shoulder and held it to his side. Shimizu Ji didn't understand what was going on, but she was very obedient - as a woman begging for a life in the flower street and willow alleys in the past, this must be used to it. She quickly turned into phosphorus fire, shot into an ancient tree, and quietly hid.

From the top of the mountain road, there is the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves, and of course, the sound of the transverse flute, which sounds very elegant. But Sen Luo heard the murderous intent and resentment, "How can this world be a demon who died with resentment?" The skeletal warrior expressed his frustration, "How can I meet these guys everywhere I go." "But the samurai of the skeleton didn't want to hide, to be honest, everyone was a demon, and they didn't necessarily have to fight. Senro also hopes for a peaceful solution – although so far, nothing has happened.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the transverse flute was getting farther and farther away, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, but what was seen in Senluo's empty eyes was not a horse and a man on horseback, but an extremely tall figure in a monk's robe wrapped in a cloth. "Swallow-jaw beard, what a man." Sen Luo also secretly shouted hello when he saw the other party's resolute face, but the other party's cyan face was by no means what a living person should have. The tall monk carried a large chest on his back and a large naginata in his hand, and the box was full of hilts, which seemed to be full of weapons.

And the tall monk also saw the skeleton ghost in the inferior armor in front of him, his eyes widened, and he took a step closer. In Sen Luo's eyes, this was a raging demonic aura, and at this time, the owner of the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of the transverse flute appeared after the monk. "Huh?" Senluo also raised a questioning voice.

There was a ghost fire floating around the horse, and it was not very tall - this is very normal, there are no tall horses in Japan, basically these donkey-like horses, but the decoration on this horse is quite ornate, and the horse is riding as if it is a teenager - a young man who is simply dressed and handsome, but has two small horns on his forehead.