A magic cannon pierced the entire barrier, then pierced the sky, pierced through the thick clouds, and it was unknown which direction it would attack.

Youxiang gasped slightly, and there were a lot of blood stains on the white plain clothes, which were still infiltrating and spreading.

It's just that it's not her blood, it's the humanoid youkai on the parasol.

To be more precise, it was half of the corpse, and the lower half of his body was burned to ashes by demonic power.

"Next."

casually picked it up, and threw the corpse to the ground, Yuxiang looked around at the messy environment around him with cold eyes, and two trembling strands, kneeling on the flesh stump that didn't know what it was, and the defeated generals who were either seriously injured or killed.

Any youkai who dared to stand up and challenge was executed one by one by Yuka.

"If there is no objection yet, then you will be mine."

Today is just an activity that can be used for adjustment occasionally in the midst of the repetition of cultivation.

Compared to Erli, Yuxiang doesn't have any external assistance, and her cultivation doesn't take any shortcuts, and the only thing she does is fight, and then win.

To be honest, it was very boring, but for her, it was the most beautiful fun.

“…… Very smart. ”

After leaving this sentence, Yuxiang took back her paper umbrella and left the cottage alone.

This is the power that belongs to her, the Great Youkai, and the only rule of this chaotic world: dare to invade their sphere of influence, and the Great Youkai have the power to do anything to them.

Around her own flower field, this is already the fifth force to join her, and before being hit by Yuxiang, her strength was not weak, but she just kicked the steel plate of the big monster.

As for why Yuka changed her previous closed life and expanded her sphere of influence, it was because she needed a larger flower field to provide her with nutrients and demonic power.

Even if she is a flower demon, she will definitely not be able to control the situation of the border, and the efficiency of expanding the flower field without a plan may not be high.

"Yuka-sama."

"Yuka-sama."

She crossed by a subdued tribe, completely oblivious to the youkai around her who greeted her, at most, just glanced at the leader of the tribe, and then returned to her flower field.

In this case, Yuka decided to temporarily collect herself as a subordinate and scatter them around Hanada, so that they could act as physical alarms, so that she could have a chance to prepare to meet the enemy, or punish those thieves who tried to harm Hanada.

By the way, these four subdued monster communities also found different sandbags for themselves, so that they had time to train with them.

As for the fifth just now, the same is true.

"Hoo ........."

She returned to the center of the sunflower field, placing herself in the center of the flower field, merging herself with them.

The huge demonic power followed the root system of the flower and the vines sticking out of the ground, transmitting a steady stream of power and vitality to its master.

As the area of the flower field expanded, the more effective Yuka's cultivation in it became, but she didn't need to rely only on demonic power like Yakumo Zi, she preferred direct confrontation between fists and feet.

"The number and severity of injuries have become less and less.

After the wheel battle, I didn't feel prostration. ”

Feeling the changes in her body, Yuka analyzed silently in her heart.

She had left Kyushu, a small place that was not suitable for her development, and went to the main island, where the yokai were most dangerous and the exorcists were the strongest.

Fight every day, and then practice.

And after the death of the human being in the Otomo Wakaya, Kyushu is just himself and a few big monsters to control the situation here.

Nothing interesting.

But the chaos on the island, like the feeling on Iyo Island, is a powder keg at all times, ready to explode at any moment due to a crisis. This is true both in the politics of humanity and in the situation as a whole.

It was only two or three minutes before Yuxiang broke away from the vine, and when it came out, it fell unhindered like a ripe apple on the ground; And at the moment when the toe touched the ground, it was as light as a feather, without a sound, without even a ripple.

The body was perfect again, and the clothes were repaired by them.

Looking at his hands, it is not at all like a person who fights on the battlefield that can only have, but like a young lady raised in the deep boudoir, only the tender hands can have.

When was that... Just to give it a try, he deliberately put on human clothes, disguised himself in the way of human dress, and pretended to be a nobleman.

No one ever doubted it, and even many people wanted to come and meet in private, wanting to hold these hands and do the obscene things in their heads.

But when I think of such a pair of hands, there are traces of blood from countless people...

Just...

Delightful.

Unconsciously, the corners of her mouth showed a smile that would only appear when she tortured and killed her opponent.

The surrounding atmosphere instantly condensed, and even its own affinity for nature and the care of the flower fields were added, which did not make the sunflowers not far from the momentum that erupted from the fragrance.

"Humph......"

But soon, she noticed the abnormality of the flower field, so she immediately restrained her emotions and looked at the flower field in front of her calmly. And the instant recovery made the sunflowers immediately ignore the previous appearance of Yuxiang and nodded to her affectionately.

For these children, the value of each flower is higher than that of a tribe, so she also responded with a smile.

If that's already the case, let's take a break.

There are fights everywhere, and there are times when you have trouble with other big monsters, so it's okay to take a break.

In August, the autumn tiger season is raging, and after a day of fighting, the sun is slanting, although the air is cold, but it is not so comfortable, a little activity, you will still sweat.

Yuxiang didn't care about this, but she also picked some chrysanthemums around the flower field—presumably driven by her own vitality, because on the edge of her flower field, as long as there were flowers that could bloom, they would bloom regardless of the environment—and then soaked in water.

She doesn't understand what food attributes are on the human body, but she is kind to nature, and she understands what abilities and effects each plant has, and how to make the most of it.

And the flower demon is well versed in this; Instead of the flowers cultivated by their own demonic power, they don't have much to worry about.

So, she sat in the middle of the flower field, and on one side of the wooden pier at hand was a tea set snatched from a human hand, and in it was a freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea.

Thinking about the battle just now, and looking at the children she had raised, she sat there quietly, occasionally gently picking up her teacup and taking a sip gently, like an elegant lady.

The breeze carefully stroked her long emerald green hair, but did not dare to confuse them and obscure her charm.

Very usually, Yuxiang sat in the flower field again and spent the day satisfied.