Chapter 342: You're Gone

Seeing Shen Luo disappear at the scene, the puppet lord immediately missed a beat in his heart, and then heard a huge rumbling sound.

It seems like someone is crashing through the wall one after the other.

KUANG——

The next second, the wall of the room she was in was shattered.

Shen slightly held the Sun Wheel Knife high and came to the top of the puppet master's head.

Her eyes widened.

The silk thread in his hand stopped because of shock:

"You......

"Why did you find me!"

Her threads are unobservable and imperceptible, and no one can detect her when she hides in the shadows, and it is with this that the puppet master can become the winding man.

I didn't expect to be discovered so soon.

Looking at the shining Nichiren Knife, the puppet master's body trembled uncontrollably.

I......

I can't sit still!

She jerked back the silk thread that manipulated the puppet and surrounded Shen Luo.

Bite!

The silk threads were no longer colorless and transparent, but turned into a strange and magnificent blood-red, and they surrounded a circular cage, shrinking and encircling Shen inside.

Shen Luo ignored these silk threads and stared at the puppet master calmly:

"You're gone."

The dark red flame-like markings on his forehead lit up.

The breath of the sun, the shape of picking up, the glow of grace.

Buzz –

With the sound of a knife, the Nichiren knife emitted bright sunlight, and in an instant, the silk cage around it was burned to the ground.

The breath of the sun, the shape of picking up two, the dragon head dance of the sun halo.

Roar –

The Nyonchakra slashed away, forming a wandering fire dragon that slammed into the puppeteer.

Looking at Xuanhe's fire dragon, the puppet lord stopped in the air with both hands:

"I ......"

In the end, I can't be an opponent of Jiguo's Yuanyi.

She gave up on resisting completely.

KUANG!!!

This blow hit the chest and directly blasted the puppet master's body into pieces, and the powerful daylight energy instantly burned the fragments into flying ashes.

The fire dragon swept by.

All that left was smoke and dust flying ahead.

Winding the rage, puppet master, die!

Downstairs.

The moment Shen Luo rushed out, the staff of the research institute and the ghost killer team members were basically out of control, and many of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Zhushi is constantly busy:

"Quick, fix the wounded's fractures."

Zaomen Youdouzi methodically dispatched the medical staff of the logistics unit to evacuate the wounded to the rear.

She bandaged her wounds as she looked around:

"Two winding ghost moons have appeared.

"But I still haven't seen my brother......"

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the big hole in the wall that Shen slightly knocked out.

They know:

This must be to hunt down the puppet master.

I don't know, how long does it take for a swordsman......

Buzz –

Soon, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the hole in the wall, and immediately after, Shen Luo's figure reappeared in front of them.

"Yuanyi?"

The crowd cast inquiring glances.

Shen slightly shook off the spark at the tip of the knife:

"Resolved."

This answer immediately boosted the morale of the Ghost Slayer team.

Wow~⊙o⊙

Following the first national edge, it killed the wind in seconds!

This reminded everyone present that four hundred years ago, Yuan Yi defeated Wu Misery with the "Final Type" of the Breath of the Sun, and they finally had confidence in their hearts.

Destined to be in the ......

There is no ghost that cannot be solved.

But Shen Luo didn't have time to celebrate, because it stands to reason that no misery should be coming soon.

At this time, Inosuke and Zenitsu were hammering the cultivation warehouse.

Shanyi's face was flushed with anxiety:

"This thing, how can it not be broken!"

In addition to the two of them, there were also Grade A swordsmen who used the Breath of Fire who were heating up the cultivation chamber in an attempt to wilt the cyan flowers inside.

Unfortunately, it still didn't help.

This cultivation warehouse is invulnerable, invulnerable.

The staff of the research institute next to him also looked helpless, and they could open it with a key, but the research institute had been transformed into an infinite city by Naruto.

The key is missing.

Shen Luo was ready to go over and help them destroy it.

Sou~

Just then, he suddenly heard a faint sound of breaking wind in the distance.

Using spatial perception, Shen could see that a man's figure was approaching at an immeasurable speed.

This man was in good shape, covered in a bloody mouth, and there were many hideous and terrifying arms sticking out from behind him.

It's Onimai Tsuji!

At the same time, the doors of the rooms in the Infinity City opened one after another.

"Whew~~~"

Countless ghosts came out of it, some bloated and fat, some skinny, and they let out a strange roar in their throats, like zombies besieging the city.

Shen Luo hurriedly reminded:

"Be careful."

He rushed over with an arrow step, ready to drag the cultivation warehouse and Shanyi over.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

The hallway echoed with strange laughter.

In the next second, a big black hand suddenly stretched out from the ground, dragging the cultivation chamber containing the cyan flower into the ground and disappeared.

Shanyi's face changed greatly:

"Oops."

The action of no misery is too fast!

And no one expected that the hand would stretch out from the ground, and in this moment of a few tenths of a second, everyone had no time to react.

Soon, Onimai Tsuji Muru appeared at the other end of the hallway.

He dragged the cultivation bin in his hand.

"Hehe~"

Wu Miao retracted his hideous and terrifying ghost appearance and turned into an elegant man in a suit.

He put on gold-rimmed glasses and carefully admired the cyan flower:

"Tsk~

"I've waited for it for a thousand years, and it almost didn't fall into your hands, but fortunately, destiny is on my side.

"Now it's mine."

Shen Luo didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the knife:

"Type Nine, Yang Huatu!"

The other pillars also reacted, and tried their best to attack Wu Miao: ripple dripping thorns, fire thunder god, cold autumn mountain wind, round rotating teeth......

All bars shot at the same time.

Boom –

The entire corridor was suddenly filled with knife light.

They hoped that the blow would be delayed so that they could buy time to retake the other side.

However, there is no urgency:

"Naruto."

As soon as the words fell, the section of the corridor where Wu Miao was located was removed out of thin air, and the roaring attacks swept by, sinking into the depths of the corridor, and there was no news.

Then, the corridor pans back.

No miserable reappeared in front of everyone:

"It's naïve to want to defeat me in the Infinite City."

He glanced at Zhu Shi and the others:

"Zhu Shi, Yu Shiro, Tomioka Yoshiyu......

"There are so many familiar faces.

"Five years later, you still have the unrealistic fantasy of killing me."

In the end, Wu Miao's gaze fell on Shen Luo:

"Following the country's fate one.

"If I'm not feeling wrong, no, I'm certainly not feeling wrong......

"Your strength has not recovered at all.

"Right?"

Everyone held their breath for a moment.

Ji Guoyuanyi's incomplete strength is a secret that the Ghost Killing Team has always kept, so as not to lose its deterrent power against Wu Miao.

Paper can't hold the fire.

In the end, it was discovered.

Shen Xiao stood quietly in place and did not answer.

The blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his teeth creaked:

"What I hate the most is the way you look, with a disapproving expression, as if you're in control.

"You didn't recover.

"Very good......

No miserable put away the cultivation chamber.

After determining that Shen Luo's strength was not at its peak, he decided not to take it for the time being, after all, it would take time to digest the medicinal power of the cyan flower, and he would fall into weakness during this period.

Now there is only one thing on his mind:

Revenge on the fate of the country.

Rushing towards without misery:

"It's time to settle the accounts of four hundred years ago!"