"Wait!"

Just as Yakumo was about to jump into the deep pit that led to the bottom of the Fire Dragon Mountain Range, a coquettish cry rang out.

In the cracked gap, there were countless hideous eyes.

There are red bows on both sides of the gap.

Seeing this scene, Yakumo and Patchouli were stunned for a moment.

"Sister-sama!"

"Yakumo Murasaki?"

Zijiao's pretty body came out of the gap and walked in front of Yakumo with a bit of anger.

"You, you, it's not okay to break in so recklessly!"

Purple, who had been paying attention to Yakumo Mo through the gap, was not worried that his younger brother would enter the pit like this.

For the sudden appearance of Yakumo Murasaki, Louise and the others looked at each other.

Judging from Yakumo's title just now, the beautiful fairy girl in front of him is his sister?

The youkai sage Yakumo Murasaki that he mentions from time to time.

At the thought that this beautiful girl was Yakumo's older sister, Sherlock and Shesta were fine, but Louise and Tifania looked a little cramped.

The two girls subconsciously tidied up their clothes.

However, for the actions of the two girls, Purple didn't care.

She always looked at Yakumo with three points of anger and seven points of concern.

"This dragon - it's called the Blue-Eyed Ultimate Dragon - don't look at Mo'er, you defeated it, it's because it was completely lost in its mind before, and it had great power but couldn't use it freely."

"Humph! Finally came a sensible ......" "So little guy, even if you really beat Ben Long ...... before" "Don't be arrogant and think that you are really Ben Long's opponent!" ”

Purple's comment made the blue-eyed Ultimate Dragon raise its three dragon heads again.

"What can affect it, even if Mo'er has the Tree of Illusion to protect the Spiritual Sea, you can't come easily!"

Purple looked at Yakumo solemnly.

"But...... Sister, I have a hunch. Here's what's important to me......"

"I understand."

Purple nodded, her eyes dark.

"So I'll go down with you."

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The deeper you go through that hole, the more intense the dark power becomes.

Purple opened the barrier, shielding the dark power from the outside.

"This aura - it's kind of similar to a ghost!"

On the way down. Purple frowned.

"But it's not quite like the traditional ghost......

"Yes."

Ya Yunmo is also a person who often runs to the White Jade Tower, and has seen a lot of ghosts.

I've also seen ghosts.

Ghosts and ghosts are not the same.

When a sapient creature dies, if it is not particularly powerful during its lifetime, its soul will enter the underworld in the form of a ghost.

And if these ghosts are too resentful for various reasons, whether they are brought by themselves or absorbed by chance, they will mutate the nature of the ghosts and form ghosts.

In addition to judging the merits and demerits of the undead before their deaths, Shikieihime's mission is to remove the resentment from the demons, so that they can re-become the original undead and then reincarnate.

Yakumo Mo, who occasionally comes into contact with ghosts, is no stranger to ghosts.

But at this time, the ghost aura that shrouded the entire underground pit seemed too weird.

In addition to the resentment unique to ghosts, there is actually a kind of vast righteousness in it.

"How is this possible! How could the ghost qi coexist with such a vast righteous qi? ”

Yakumo was puzzled, and Purple was also puzzled.

"All in all. Be careful, Mo'er. ”

"Hmm!"

Continue to dive, I don't know how deep I will go.

Finally, the pit that had been narrow changed dramatically.

In front of you is a huge underground cave.

"This—this is—!!"

Yakumo exclaimed.

In the middle of the cave, a green tree floats.

If you look closely, it's not a complete tree, but a part of some huge tree.

"Broken branches!?"

Excited, Yakumo was ready to step forward. Zi suddenly stretched out a folding fan to stop him.

"Don't be impulsive, look closely!"

The huge broken branch. It's constantly coming out of the ghosts.

Yakumo stared.

"There's someone in there!?"

Faintly, a black-robed man could be seen wrapped in the broken branch.

"That's not a human, it's a ghost!"

Zi Leng snorted.

"What a powerful ghost!"

The two of them stepped forward cautiously, and only after a closer look did they see the appearance of the ghost clearly.

He has a pale complexion and a handsome complexion.

Long white hair is restrained by a high crown.

He was wearing a black outfit that resembled a scholar's Confucian costume.

"How could it be. How could this dress be in this world? ”

Yakumo shook his head.

"Is it possible, this ghost is not a ghost in this world?"

"All in all, Mo'er, I'll block these ghosts for you, you try to see if you can put away the broken branches of this building wood first."

"Okay."

With the help of Purple. Yakumo slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the broken branch.

For a moment, something seemed to pop into his mind.

A voice exploded in his brain:

"Those who can write the word 'order' with one stroke will avoid death!!"

Shaking his head fiercely, Yakumo tried to comb through those fleeting pictures.

The rogues rebelled, and the city was king. The thief leader who was fond of killing and martial disgusted with civil officials and scholars, and expelled all the scholars in the city to condense ink pools. In the name of taking scholars, he forced the scholars to write a book into the word "order".

However, the person who wrote the book was beheaded by the thief with the idea that "if you are talented, he will harm me in the future, you will also" because of the ink pool.

The resentment that rushed to the sky enveloped the entire city.

"Mo'er! Mo'er!! ”

In his ears, Zi's voice of concern sounded.

Yakumo came back to his senses and looked at Zi beside him, "What's wrong?" Sister-sama? ”

"What's wrong with me?" Purple rolled her eyes, "What are you doing motionless!" ”

"Huh? I'll do it! ”

After calming his mind, Yakumo began to make contact with the Fantasy Tree of the Spirit Sea and the broken branch of the building tree in front of him.

In an instant, the ghost was flourishing.

Zi Leng snorted, and the light of the enchantment rose again, and the ghostly energy slapped on the enchantment, like a wave slapping on the rocks, and he couldn't move an inch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yakumo Mo began to incorporate Jianmu into his gap little by little.

In the end, only the scholar ghost in black remained in front of the two.

After the broken branch of Jianmu was taken away by Yakumo Mo, the ghost suddenly opened his eyes.

His blood-colored eyes were full of resentment.

Opening his mouth, a hoarse voice sounded:

"God doesn't bless people, but they would rather become ghosts, and condense blood into ink!!"

With a wave of his hand, the brush appeared in the hand of the black-clothed scholar.

Swinging a brush and painting in the air.

The ink formed by the ghost qi condensed in the void to form a green bamboo.

The moment the green bamboo appeared, it sent out bamboo leaves that seemed to fly to Yakumo ink and purple.

"Humph!"

The purple slender index finger was a little in front of him, and the space shook, and the green bamboo suddenly turned into pure evil qi and dissipated.

The concussive space also shook the ghost of the black-clothed scholar in front of him.

The blood-colored eyes faded red.

It's still red, but it's like a magnificent ruby.

"Huh?"

The ghost looked at Yakumo and Purple and furrowed his brows.

"Not human? Nor a demon? ”

"Demons?"

Yakumo shook his head.

"We're monsters, not demons."

"Youkai?"

The scholar shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's a demon or a rogue."

After finishing speaking, the scholar ghost put away the brush and shook it at Yakumo and Ziyi to the end.

"Sikong Mo, the head of the lower ghost ink, was offended by his mental disorder just now, and he was offended!"

Then, Sikong Mo raised his head and looked at the Yakumo siblings.

"Dare to ask the two, what year is it now? Have demons ever been repelled? How many dynasties has the Great Wilderness been? ”

Yakumo and Zimian looked at each other, completely unable to understand what Sikong Mo was saying. (To be continued......)