"I'm stupid, really." Kishi muttered to himself, and he was greeted by the devastation of the ground, the corpses burned by the flames between the cracks in the stones, and the billowing smoke rising into the sky.

And out of his sight, brilliant bubbles and twisted tentacles fill all the space, and beautiful bubbles and twisted tentacles entangle together to form a disgusting distorted picture.

"Recklessness inevitably leads to a more distorted reality, and the reason why the immediate one remains reasonable is that something else swallows up the unreasonable part."

The ruined city in sight was swallowed up by tentacles and foam, and the nameless fog tore through the camouflage and revealed itself to Kishiran.

The moment he looked directly at the monster, Kishiran's brain began to mess up, and vague whispers echoed in his ears, flickering far and near. The eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, the gastric juice rolled as if it was about to burrow into the lobes of the lungs, the evil will stirred wantonly in the brain, the monster in front of him unabashedly released endless malice, and the illusion of chaos flashed in front of his eyes.

The blood mist devoured Kishiran's power, and when Anran wreaked havoc in the illusion, he was also tempering the body of the blood mist. The power that Kishi Ran used to break through the illusion was all incorporated into the illusion.

A monster with chakra and spiritual powers, a nameless mist that connects reality and fantasy was born.

And now, the Nameless Mist is no longer satisfied with absorbing Kishiran's power, it also wants Kishiran's soul.

Even in this moment of crisis, Anran still pulled out an ugly smile and complained softly, "Don't make me wait so long...... Or is it that the first swastika was so sluggish? The blade of the condensed light was pulled out of his chest by Kishiran's trembling hand, the thin blade was almost invisible, there was no gauntlet and no handle, Kishiran's hand was held on it, and blood began to drip down.

The bloodless face turned a little paler.

The light dissipated, and the first swastika of Kishiran was over.

The unpretentious white beat was held in his hand, but the dangerous spiritual pressure climbed layer by layer, the surrounding foam began to shatter, and the twisted tentacles broke and spewed out foul-smelling pus.

In the face of a spirit-like monster like Nameless Mist, even if its resistance to illusions is extremely low, Kishiran will not be helpless.

Although the Tongue Extraction Hell can kill the lying spirit, the monster in front of him, Kishi Ran is really not sure if this thing can speak.

The powerful abilities displayed by Tongue Pulling Hell require more stringent prerequisites for activation.

First of all, Kishi Ran must know the name of the target spirit, secondly, the other party needs to tell the lie, and finally Kishi must accurately determine where the other party's lie is not true.

As a traverser, in the face of the plot characters, the only one of the above three is more difficult is the second one.

And in the face of characters outside the plot, the tongue pulling hell seems a little powerless.

Thankfully, he understood the swastika.

In the absence of the void shore, returning to the world of the previous life through the illusion, the shore once again looked directly at his own heart, and in the struggle of breaking the kettle, the swastika finally awakened.

The premise is still strict:

Useless Blade - The swastika does not have any attack power.

During the Thousand Years of Bloody War - During the Swastika, Kishiran was unable to use the power of the Exterminator.

Death without life - During the swastika period, Kishiran was unable to use the power of the void.

And the most lethal of all, during the swastika period, Kishiran was unable to use any slashing knives, including his own.

On the other hand, is the powerful ability of the Ten Thousand Magic Spirit Blade.

One life is two, two is three, three is all things, and all laws are one.

The swastika blade will blade itself and the surrounding slashing blades, and then merge them into one.

After the fusion is complete, a new solution is born.

"Speaking of which, you're still the first guy who dares to take my power and succeed." The boy raised the knife in his hand at the overwhelming monster, "Are you ready to die for it?" ”

The blade is dispersed into thin lines that turn at right angles, spreading out in the shape of a tree, and disappearing into the air.

The power sucked into the body by the Nameless Mist began to concentrate and compress, and overlapping screams rang out in all directions, twisting and shaking tentacles recounting the pain and struggle of the Nameless Mist.

Finally, when all the forces were compressed to the point where they could no longer be compressed, the tyrannical growth began.

Like a dusty seed absorbing the nectar from the sky and pulling out the shoots, the compressed energy is like a deep black hole pulling the power of the nameless fog to shatter the dark border, and the branches of steel begin to grow.

The cold light of the iron tree stretched out sharp branches, penetrating all the foam and tentacles of the Nameless Mist, and the tiny iron branches became thick, breaking through the tentacles of the Nameless Mist, and the scattered branches penetrated more tentacles.

The Nameless Mist screamed to flee, but the Iron Tree sucked it into its grip like a lover's entangled hand.

"Hang him, Iron Tree Hell!"

The vast illusion collapsed, and the huge eyes hid the red gaze, fleeing far away.

The hideous Iron Tree grew behind Kishiran, and his body was as small as a leaf on the Iron Tree.

And there are no leaves on the iron tree, but there are pink cherry blossoms that begin to bloom, and then fall at the most brilliant moment, like a beautiful girl who can't bear to see her old appearance, and jumps into the endless abyss without hesitation.

"In this spring, it was planned to be honored. Helplessly, the cherry blossoms fell, and they all messed up my heart. ”

An Ran recited Ji Youze's scarlet sentence softly, and then waved the handle of the knife in his hand gently, "Divine spear." ”

Falling cherry blossoms.

The pink petals are not a fragile thing, but a thousand invisible blades, reflecting a little bit of light in the sunlight.

Then the fine pieces of pink bloomed and turned into slender crimson threads, weaving a thin pink web in the air.

Tick.

Blood stains bloomed on Kishiran's pale face, and blood dripped on the pink silk thread beside him.

The Iron Tree shrank and collapsed, and Kishi collapsed to the ground, blood spurting from all over his body.

"Escaped by it...... "Kishiran was a little unwilling, he was a little in a hurry, and the second beginning solution that he had not yet mastered was released with all his strength, and the extended Senbon Sakura broke through the injury-free circle and injured himself.

The so-called non-damage circle is to protect himself in Chibon Sakura's special attack-type state, and the range that the blade that exists next to Kishiran will never pass through, and that range is an area with a radius of about eighty-five centimeters centered on himself.

However, the Sharpshooter's abilities allow the blades to easily break through the circle of innocence, and even hinder each other, causing the Nameless Fog to escape from it.

"Can't let him escape." Kishi Ran's body staggered, and there was no time to heal at this time, so he put away the slashing knife, and Lingzi gathered into wings on his shoulders.

The extended Senbon Sakura has broken the seal, and the nameless mist is fleeing outward.

The white wings refracted the light, intertwined into bandages to bind Kishiran's body pierced by the blade.

Messy puppets!

Countless spirit children who have been sewn into threads are connected to immobile parts, and forced to operate like puppets to drive them.

Originally, it was designed for an exterminator who was unable to swing his body flexibly due to aging, but still wanted to fight to the end.

It is the supreme combat spirit that exists to be able to continue fighting until the body turns to dust.

Whether it's a broken tendon or a broken bone, it's meaningless in the face of this spiritual magic.

"Can't you let the guy who knows my weakness live......"