"Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo ....." Just as Mori Luo was killing the opponent who could not be killed, a series of chanting sounds came from behind him, but Sen Luo's empty black head could understand these scriptures, and he could also know which Buddhist scripture it was from. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "I smell it." For a time, the Buddha lived in the city of the king's house, in the mountains of Jajari, and there were 12,000 people with the great monks. They are all arhats, all the leaks have been exhausted, and there is no more trouble..... although the voice of chanting is light, but it is like Huang Zhong Dalu, "It's a pity that it is useless to the dead ghost." Sen Luo's jawbone opened and closed a few times, which was his sneer.

"Great monk, recite the Sutra of the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth." Sen Luo said calmly, the sword light was like snow, and the blade of the five generations of Guoguang cut horizontally through the dried corpse in front of him, cutting this demon ghost in two. The remnants recited the Jizo Sutra, but it was still useless for these seven people, this is not the evil ghosts that the current magic monks can surpass with the Buddhist scriptures, these evil ghosts were originally people in the path of cultivation. Sen Luo's sword light is like a blizzard, like lightning, and he can always kill those dry corpses directly, but he really can't kill them.

Sen Luo himself is also a skeleton, the skeleton of a low-level samurai wearing rudimentary armor, but feeling the proficiency of the sword in his hand, this guy doesn't know what kind of swordsman he was when he was alive. Sen Luo is also a demon, and the knife in his hand is naturally also a demon knife, the demon knife that captures people's anger, but the dry corpse in front of him is lifeless, and he can only cut down the opponent in front of him again and again. The Seven Imperial Masters are indeed terrifying ghosts, far superior to mortals in strength, and they are almost immortal, but they are still lacking in martial arts, at least the skillful sword skills before their lives can only be used mechanically, and the improvisation that belongs to the living beings is gone. Sen Luo was also cut by the opponent's knife, unlike the seven dried corpses, his bones were cut off, and he couldn't heal on his own, but if the broken bones were connected to the original place, they could still grow after a burst of black breath.

As time passed, the Seven Men gradually broke away from the battle, and if Sen Luo was a living person, maybe the seven ghosts would still be interested in fighting until he was killed, but Sen Luo was a ghost like them, so it would be very boring. These seven people were also different from the other demons, and they had no feelings, so they didn't get angry, and they directly withdrew from the battle one after another and walked into the mountains. Sen Luo stood in place, holding the long knife in both hands of the five generations of Guoguang, and the monk behind him did not know when he had left, maybe he thought that the fight between the two demons and ghosts, no matter which one became a Buddha, was a good thing.

There was no light in the eye sockets of Senro's rust-colored skeleton, so that no one facing this skeleton warrior could tell whether this ghost could see it or not, and there was no expression on the skeleton's face, and after standing for a long time, Senro bent down and began to pick up his severed bones. "Why can't it be used?" The skeleton held a rib and gestured it to its own broken bones - here three ribs had been severed, and if it was a living person, the knife had penetrated deep into the ribcage, essentially slicing a man open vertically. Now the bones in his hands are yellow and dry, not rusty at all, just like the kind of bones that have been dried for more than ten years and decades, fragile and fragile.

This rib could not be reconnected at all, and not only this one, but also the other two ribs that were cut off along with this rib were also yellowed and dry. It can't grow back to where it was broken. Other bones, such as a large pelvic bone that had been cut off, were still rust-colored, and then pressed against the place where they had been cut and a puff of black gas came out, and then healed. Sen Luo lowered his skull and looked at his chest, looking at the broken barrel of the carcass, a big hole was missing, the bone warrior let out a sigh, threw away the bone in his hand, and casually thrust the five generations of Kunimitsu that had been sheathed into his waist, picked up the ten-character gun and left.

Sen Luo returned to the original cave and sat down on the pile of corpses again, as if he had become one of the bones again, a faint black gas hovered around his body, the originally broken ribs were growing back little by little, and the broken barrel was also twisted to heal itself.

This world is already a chaotic time, and the world of the Tokugawa family has never been stable, and there are wars everywhere, as if the Warring States of decades ago have returned to the world. And around the world, this chaos is also expanding, and the forces of darkness seem to have spread to the whole world overnight, and have a serious impact on the human world, demons and monsters appear in broad daylight, and many evil deeds are staged in this way. When Moriro awoke from his sleepiness, he found that the damage on his body had healed, and he had reverted to the skeletal warrior he had just emerged from the trees.

The skeleton walked out of the cavern with the bright moonlight above its head. The rust-colored skeleton stood silently in the darkness where the moonlight did not shine. The moon at the zenith began to turn blue, and a group of ghostly spirits ran out of the mountains and forests, and these strange-shaped imps shouted "Jade of the Four Souls!" The Jade of the Four Souls! The ground ran away in a hurry. At the same time, a translucent dragon with a full of yin energy floated in the sky, and this guy's demonic aura was not trivial, and after turning all the tops of the trees below into dead leaves, it also flew away in the direction of the ghostly monster running away.

If Sen Luo was a person, then his expression should have opened his eyes suddenly, "The Jade of the Four Souls?" So familiar with the name? I think I've heard this name somewhere. But no matter what he thought, he couldn't remember where he had heard such a name. The skeleton took a step and stood in the moonlight, black demonic aura curling from his bones, as if enveloping the creature in black, translucent frosted fireworks. Sen Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed a little ghost, this big-bellied imp wearing a pair of crotch pants ran slowly, and it was also afraid of the dragon ghost flying in the sky, and waited until the dragon ghost flew away before running out, so he was caught by Sen Luo.

"Can you understand the words? If you understand, I won't kill you. Okay, let me ask you, what is the jade of the four souls? Senro's skeletal face couldn't make a threatening expression, but the demonic aura on this guy was enough to make the little imp tremble. The little ghost struggled to understand Senro's strange Chinese and Japanese mixed resonance sound, and then, for the sake of his own life, it answered quickly, almost screaming. "The Jade of the Four Souls! The Jade of the Four Souls is a treasure that can make youkai stronger and fulfill their wishes. ”

"Have you made your wish come true...... So where is this treasure? Sen Luo groaned for a moment and continued to ask the little ghost, "Where is it!" Over there! The imp screamed, and pointed in the direction the demons had fled. Sen Luo casually let go of the imp, his skeletal face facing that side, "The Jade of the Four Souls..... Wish...... Looks like there's something to do. ”