At some point, Kurokawa Keitoku had already broken free from the rope.

The blood fountain was bubbling and growing.

It seems that the mystery is really communicated.

The blood stream, which was originally shallow enough to cover the soles of shoes, has slowly expanded to form a pool the size of a bathtub.

Underneath the blood-red water, bubbles kept tumbling up.

The hundreds of corpses, at some point, stood up in a daze.

Contrary to common sense, he twisted his joints, broke free from the rope, and staggered to the edge of the pool.

With a "plop", the old village chief headed by him sank first.

But in the blink of an eye, it drowned to the neck.

Look again, to the top of the head.

At the same time, the pool of blood was tumbling violently.

A large number of bubbles poured out and burst from below, and a scorching smell of sulfur filled the air.

The hem of the shrine maiden's skirt was dyed red, and her knees had sunk into the pool.

However, she didn't realize it, and still chanted the ancient words.

The murderous spirit is buried, she is buried, and the fierce spirit is awakened!

Boom, a dull sound came from the sky in the distance.

Then, a little bit of rain fell, dripping.

Kurokawa Keitoku, standing in the cold rain, stretched out his palm.

The cold rain fell on the palms of the palms.

"Even Yusi has such a special spiritual charm, it deserves to be a big world."

At this time, Fang showed a little contempt.

Although there was a bloody light a few steps away, the young man didn't care, and it was as leisurely as a suburb outing.

"The burial of the fierce spirit, that's not how it is used!"

"For the real burial of the evil spirits, it is necessary to choose the dragon vein evil hole, or the ghost gate that communicates with the earth, build a nine-story underground palace, calculate the star bucket, arrange the ritual, and take the cycle of thirty-six years to transform the evil qi that has accumulated in the dragon vein for hundreds of thousands of years, or the fierce evil that gushes out under the yellow spring, and breeds earth-shattering evil spirits!"

"This technique has the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods, once it is successful, even if mortals are buried, they can also turn into heavenly ghosts, they can fight the gods, it is the ladder of immortality, and the positive fruit of evil paths!"

"Now there is no murder here, there is no evil point, and when there is no heaven in the third, the spell itself has also been deleted, and the blood of hundreds of people communicates with Huangquan, but it can become a small pool, congenitally insufficient, even if you hate it, how fierce can it be?"

"I'm afraid that if I can't even get close to that person's side, I will be cleaned up!"

Kurokawa Keitoku put his hands behind his back, and in the depths of his pupils, a little golden light flame jumped endlessly.

"In the Heian period, the god dynasty has come to an end, youkai have risen, and a hundred ghosts have traveled at night, as long as there is a coincidence, mortals can also turn into monsters."

"When you reappear, you must be barely able to squeeze into the big monsters."

The shrine maiden had completely submerged in the water, and only her hair was still floating on the surface.

I couldn't hear what he was saying for a long time.

In his field of vision, the body of the witch sank to the bottom of the pool.

A pure spirit with a faint white light, curled up, bound in the pool by the power of the spell.

The blood gradually entangled her, reacting with her own resentment, and the spirit gradually distorted, and the white light on the periphery turned blood.

When it comes to the cultivation of the spirit body, the witch is not in his eyes.

Only this can still maintain himself in the midst of blood, so that he can have pity.

Kurokawa Keitoku stepped forward.

As if alive, the fountain of blood moved out of the way, and the water parted on both sides.

Step by step, stepping on the empty place, I walked closer.

"Let's test it······"

At the same time, some mysterious, grand power awoke from his body.

It was the night that had covered the heavens and the earth since time immemorial.

The deep and powerful essence of the mere appearance reverses the sadhana.

The forces of the night invaded and took over the pool of blood.

In the sky, I don't know when the stars appeared.

The rain is gone, the clouds are gone, and the sky is full of stars.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

The starlight swayed, as if someone had lifted the beaded curtain, and then gathered here.

Rich starlight, converging, permeated the pool.

Golden, silver, and white light dust were mixed with each other.

Here, it is reflected like an ocean of light.

In it, Kurokawa Keitoku is like a fish in water.

He is the god who rules the night, and the power of the night is revealed.

Even if there is no myth of him in this world, and it is not the world where he ascended to the gods, so what's the matter?

When he comes, he is bound to bring the night of this world into his authority!

The divine power of the night is constantly transforming.

There was even an overwhelming roar in the air.

The spirit body, which had been transformed into a fierce spirit, slammed on the brakes and was infiltrated by powerful divine power.

The quiet and deep power of the night soothed all resentment and exalted her.

At this moment, the girl's spirit body even grew pitch-black wings, and the spirit body was surrounded by a circle of light that gathered starlight.

Then, it turned into a long rainbow and rose to the sky, dragging a long ribbon of starlight, winding and uncertain, like the extremely low light.

········

In the darkness of the night.

The lonely fool, guarding a bonfire, with his back against a ramp.

Near the campfire, he built a simple fence to block the fire.

In the middle of the night, a little firelight is very conspicuous.

For this he has already attracted a lot of attention.

He clutched a string of sharpened twigs and a few large fish in his hand, which were constantly roasting.

Staring intently at the firelight, turning it from time to time, from the spice bottle he carried with him, sprinkled with salt, mustard, pepper, and peppercorns, and soon he smelled a rich fragrance.

At this moment, behind him on the right side, the shadow cast by the branches of the tree jumped unnaturally.

In the next moment, a short knife stabbed him in the ribs.

There was a 'dang bang', and sparks flew everywhere.

A flash of swords flashed.

Plopped, a severed hand, and fell into the dust.

The bloody breath gradually dispersed.

"Ninja!"

Monobe Zongxia snorted coldly and did not pursue it.

He knew he couldn't catch up.

These guys, if they miss a hit, they will run away, and with all kinds of tricks made in advance, they can be called slippery.

Chasing the past at night, whether you can chase it or not, it is inevitable to step on seventeen or eighteen traps, and be discouraged.

This was not the first time he had been attacked by indigenous forces.

The onmyoji's shikigami, the demon slayer's bow and crossbow, and the ninja's assassination, come in rotation 24 hours a day, and it's just annoying!

Especially ninjas, these guys, are professional killers!

Specifically staring at him when it's inconvenient to do it.

Eating, drinking, going to the toilet, bathing, shopping······· There are their shadows at all times!

The most difficult thing is the Shangnin, even with his perception as a god killer, it is difficult to detect their existence.

"Shangnin seems to have mastered a special power, which can blend into the natural environment, reduce the sense of existence, and make people unconsciously ignore it, or even be deceived, thinking that it is like leaves and stones on the side of the road, who would be wary of the leaves on the ground?"

"The next time you change places, you must first clear the site and cut it down indiscriminately, whether it is a stone or a leaf, cut it into two sections!"

Touching the part where Fang had just been assassinated, Monobe Zongxia's face was ugly.

The newly changed clothes had a big hole, and the acid water left on the edges dripped to the ground.

"Boom", a choking white smoke came out.

"This is my last change of clothes·········"

He used a knife to cut off the piece of cloth that was stained with poison, and his heart began to heavily.

"It's going to trap me to death······"

"The divine power is still entangled, it can't be eradicated for a while, the mana is dragged, and the amount that can be used is less than one-third of the previous one, and the power has a limit on the number of times it cools down every day, not to mention that it also needs to consume mana······· If it goes on like this, I won't be able to hold on! ”

He knew that he was physically strong and resistant to anything, especially spells.

However, this resistance is based on powerful mana.

Once the mana is depleted, this resistance is weakened to a dangerous level.

Although it is still strong, it will never go unscathed again.

At that time, the enemy's purpose was achieved.

His own threat has almost dropped to the freezing point.

"It can't go on like this!"

Determined to awaken, he was ready to leave this world temporarily, go back to level up, and then find this field.

"Get out of this world!"

No response.

"Lord God? Lord God!! ”

He panicked.

"Lord God, what's wrong with you?"

A huge sense of emptiness hits my heart.

If one day, your on-call cheat will not respond.

What will you do?

Monobe Muneshita doesn't know.

He only knew that he was really in big trouble now.

Originally, he had a way out, but he was already in a desperate situation.