Shen Luo gestured to Ryumi's special gesture for the ghost killing team.

Meaning:

Keep up and act together.

Click-

After the scorching sun red mirror shattered, the sword light of the black death mou slashed over:

"The breath of the moon, the type of one.

"Dark Moon Palace!"

Shen slightly dragged Liumi, using the unique body of the slanting sun to turn around to dodge this attack, and the two of them rose up at the same time and came to the rear of Black Mou.

Ryumi seized the opportunity.

She completed the ghost transformation in an instant, and a sucker-shaped mass of parasitic flesh flew out, clinging to the back of Black Death's head:

"Blood ghost magic, dream suckers."

After casting the blood ghost, Ryumi fell to the ground, her eyes closed.

She began to manipulate the visions that Black Death had seen.

It's so strong!

In the first spiritual collision, Ryumi felt the strength of the other party, and almost was eaten back, but fortunately, the state of Black Death Mou was not at its peak.

Grit your teeth and you can persevere.

Beads of sweat dripped down her chin, and after some trying, she finally succeeded:

"Here we go."

Black Death began slashing at the air, apparently caught in the trap of blood magic.

Ryumi manipulated while paying attention to the analysis:

"Yuanyi, your brother......

"It doesn't seem to be an entity, so he can be resurrected infinitely after being killed, he seems to be just a soul body with a strong obsession and not a high level of reason."

Yes?

Shen Luo reacted:

"So the dust knows the night, and you really can't manipulate time."

As a ghost eater, Ryumi has a lot to say about this:

"It really can't be.

"No matter how powerful a ghost is, it is impossible to manipulate time, this is contrary to common sense, and if there is a blood ghost technique like the birth of a ghost, Wu Miao will definitely be deprived of it.

"It's too powerful, after all."

Hearing this, he probably knew the situation:

Dust consciousness can store a small number of souls in the night, and manipulate these soul bodies by amplifying obsessions, and if the obsessions do not disappear, the blood ghost magic will not be broken.

"So......

"The black death in front of me is indeed true."

In the illusion.

Black Death Mou frantically stabbed at the "Jiguo Yuanyi" in front of him, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, his powerful Moon Breath forced Shen Luo to retreat.

"Hahahaha-

"Four hundred years have passed, and although you are still alive, not only have you not grown......

"It's regressed so much!"

Finally, he aimed at a flaw in Shen Luo:

"This is it!"

The Rilun knife stabbed out mercilessly, penetrating the body of "Jiguo Yuanyi", and soon, the fake Shen with a stiff body fell to the ground without any movement.

Well?

He looked at Yuanyi, who was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes a little glazed.

And that's the end of it?

For the first time in more than 400 years, I defeated and killed Jikoku Yuanichi?

I......

Am I proving my worth existing?

Don't have to live under his aura anymore, do you?

When—

After a short period of confusion, the persistence and jealousy in Black Death Mou's eyes quickly dissipated, and the whole person was like a deflated ball, kneeling in front of False Yuanyi.

He began to sob softly:

"It seems that I am not as happy as I thought."

Wow~

Ryumi felt that Black Death's obsession dissipated, so she lifted the blood ghost spell, and Shen Liu's figure in the illusion disintegrated like foam.

Black Death Mou quietly looked at the bubbles.

He wasn't surprised, or furious.

It seems that I have known for a long time that everything is just an illusion created by Ryumi.

Shen Luo stepped forward and patted Black Death Mou's shoulder.

Black Death Mou turned his head calmly.

Well?

Shen slightly raised his eyebrows, the ghost transformation of this soul body was actually lifted, and the terrifying six eyes of the black death Mu disappeared, completely the appearance of Jiguo Yansheng.

And he has at least seven points of imagination.

Iwakatsu looked away:

"Looks like you're not too stupid......

"Didn't let me give hints in vain."

Actually, in the last decisive battle.

Iwatsu has completed self-reconciliation, and the entanglements and ties of four hundred years ago have basically been let go, and he no longer hates and envy this younger brother who "combines the favor of the gods".

But what I didn't expect was:

Onimai Tsuji is miserable, and he still wants to squeeze his surplus value!

After the war, his soul was imprisoned by the dust and the night, and the little obsession that remained was infinitely magnified became the same as before.

It wasn't what he wanted.

So with the only reason left, he gave a hint of Shen:

As long as the obsession can be dissolved, the blood ghost technique of the dust and night will be naturally broken.

Shen slightly nodded:

"Hmm."

He didn't know what to say, after all, no one knew how these two brothers got along four hundred years ago, so it was better not to talk nonsense.

Jiguo Yansheng shook his head:

"You're still so withdrawn that you don't want to talk......"

Then he looked at Ryumi and asked:

"This ......

"Is it your wife? Or lovers? It looks like the strength is not bad. ”

Ryumi was stunned.

Then his face turned red again, and he quickly stepped aside, no longer participating in their conversation.

“WHAT？”

This time, Shen Luo immediately retorted: "This is a member of the first class of our ghost killing team, Ryumi, and a comrade-in-arms who has fought with me many times. ”

Iwatsu scratched his head:

"Why do you still study foreign languages abroad......

He stood up:

"Alright.

"After breaking the blood ghost of the night, I should have disappeared, after all, this is just a wisp of soul body, and it can't be preserved for a few seconds."

Jiguo Iwatsu seems to have gotten used to talking by himself, and then Yuan Yi is silent next to him:

"Actually, I have a lot of questions to ask.

"For example, why did you survive to the Taisho era, and for example, your state has not recovered, how can you defeat Onimai Tsuji......

"It's a pity that there is no time."

Shen looked at the almost transparent figure of this NPC brother.

And worried eyes.

Suddenly there was a little sadness.

Jiguo Yansheng used his last strength to push Shen Luo away:

"Go ahead.

"Go face the Onimai Tsuji no miserable and lead the Oni Slayer and the human race to victory."

……

Another room in Infinity City.

CHUA——

The sword flashed, and the chestnut blossom fell Chanel cried and cleaved the body of the butterfly ninja.

I don't know how many times this is.

Although she knew that what she was looking at was not real, she still suffered psychological torture by killing her sister with her own hands.

At the urging of Butterfly Shinobi.

Chanel's movements became more decisive each time.

Despite the tears, he still raised his knife neatly, and no longer hesitated as before.

The other end of the boardwalk on the water.

The figure of the butterfly shinobi condensed again.

But this time, her eyes finally stopped being stern and looked very soft:

"Not bad.

"It seems that even if you leave Tanjiro, my sister, and my teammates, Chanel can make her own decisions."

Chanel was stunned.

She didn't know for a moment whether she should shoot again:

"But......

"Sister Shinobi, it seems that this place was made by the blood ghost technique of the night."

Butterfly Shinobu put down the Hinawa knife and sat down next to her:

"Yes, definitely.

"What you see now is just a soul body that retains a strong obsession, if the obsession disappears, the blood ghost technique of the dust and night will naturally not exist."

Chanel felt like she was back in the day, chatting with her sister every day.

She looked up and asked:

"Sister Shinobi, what is your obsession?"

"My obsession is that I'm worried about your safety now, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to make your own decisions like before.

"But not anymore.

"Over the years, you've grown stronger than I expected."

Butterfly Shinobu smiled:

"So...... I can leave with peace of mind. ”

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