"I ASK YOU, ARE YOU MY MASTER?" Ashmida walked out of the magic array and faintly "looked" at the man in front of him. He had been in a void space for an unknown amount of time since he left the Tempest, where he did not need to eat or drink, and during his usual meditation, he heard the call again, and he answered the call again in order to leave the space. But the summoning made him feel very uncomfortable, he felt as if there was a force in his body that wanted to pour into his brain, and he probed a little, and found that this power gave him the feeling of madness, madness that made no sense like a mad dog. In order to expel this power from his body, Ashmida tried to use the small universe to contact him, but unfortunately, he found that it was impossible to expel this power at all, and he could only suppress it.

"Yes, I'm your MASTER, SaGa!" The man stared at Ashmida tightly and shouted in an excited tone, his words made Ashmida frown, Saga? I think it's like my junior, right? How does this guy know? I feel that there are no saint seiya and pluto fighters in this world, is it possible, this guy is wearing?

"I'm not Shaga." Although he was thinking about various situations in his head, Ashmida still shook his head lightly and vetoed the man's words.

"What?!! You're not ShaGa?! Damn it!! It's not SaGa! After listening to Ashmida's words, the man immediately hugged his head in despair and shouted, as if his life was hopeless, but after he hugged his head and screamed for a while, he suddenly reacted, he stared at Ashmida firmly, looked carefully, the doubts in his eyes became heavier and heavier, and then, he spoke: "You said that you are not Shajia, so where did you come from this golden holy garment in Virgo?" Who are you? ”

"I'm Virgo Ashmida and nothing else." Ashmida answered the man's question while frowning and looking around, he found that the place he was in was full of filth, all kinds of resentment gathered here, he even felt that an undead spirit whose soul was beginning to rot was standing near him, what kind of place was this?

"Ashmida? It's a very familiar name, forget it, I can't remember it, anyway, it's okay if you're a Virgo Gold Saint Seiya. After listening to Ashmida's answer, the man first frowned and thought for a while, then let go and said nonchalantly.

"............" Ashmida hated the fact that this man spoke of him in a tone that seemed to be discussing some kind of object, and he hated even more that this man knew that the Saint Seiya was not doing the same thing, which was simply throwing his glory on the ground and trampling on it. But he closed his mouth very sensibly, didn't say anything, kept an indifferent expression, and just stood silently.

"I'M YOUR MASTER, JITONG YANYE, PLEASE ADVISE, ASHMIDA." The man's previous attitude was reversed, and suddenly a hearty smile appeared and stretched out his right hand to Ashmida.

"Well, Wild Goose Night." Ashmida was slightly taken aback by this transformation, and then smiled faintly and stretched out his right hand to hold it firmly with Yanye.

"Ashmida, I want to ask you, can you deal with this old thing around me that even rots in the soul? What I said is a complete solution, leaving no future troubles. Suddenly, Ashmida's voice appeared in Ashmida's mind, and Yanye's words revealed a strong sense of hope and pleading.

"I can, but my magic won't allow me to use those moves." Ashmida had just sensed his situation and found that his strength had become stronger, but his magic power was pitiful, and the most important thing was that Lucky E made him twitch the corners of his mouth.

"So, can you save that kid and kill that damn bug in her heart!!" Suddenly, Ashmida felt a very familiar aura from Yan Ye's tone, yes! That's fatherly love!!

"Is that the child who is panicking in a room on the second floor?" Ashmida sensed that there were two children in the mansion, a boy and a girl, the boy was studying hard in the study, and the girl was walking around in the room. He sensed that there was something strange in the girl's body, especially in the heart.

"That's right, it's her!! Do you have a solution? Yan Ye's tone revealed excitement

"Yes, I can save that child, but, again, my magic power is not enough" Ashmida once again sighed that he had all kinds of sorrows when he came to the magic power this time, the last time he was summoned by the wind was not so miserable, and now because of the lack of magic power, he can't use any golden combat skills at all.

"It's just a matter of magic, then this is easy to do." The conversation between Yan Ye and Ashmida ended like this, it seemed to be very long, but in fact, the telekinesis was only a matter of a moment, they let go of their hands as if nothing happened, and after Yan Ye withdrew his right hand, he shook his right wrist with his left hand without a trace.

"I didn't expect the BERSARKER you summoned to be mad at Yan Ye, tell me about his attributes, Yan Ye." The old man walked slowly with his cane, and every time he took a step closer, the disgust in Ashmida's heart increased, and he could feel the resentment of this guy so great, and the smell of soul decay rushing to his nose.

"In the name of the curse, I order! berserker！ Completely ruined miè between the dirty inkstone!! Yan Ye suddenly raised his hand and revealed the spell, and shouted a command to Ashmida.

"What?!! Wild goose night you ?!! DIRTY INKSTONE DIDN'T EXPECT THAT GEESE WOULD BE EAGER TO ORDER BERSERKER TO KILL HIM, AND HE THOUGHT THAT GEESE WOULD AT LEAST CAPTURE THE HOLY GRAIL BEFORE KILLING HIM. But he was very calm, because Berserker couldn't kill him, even if he killed the current body, he could change it when the time came.

"Pathetic fellow, for the sake of immortality, you have forgotten what you were as you are. Six reincarnations! Ashmida felt a powerful magic power suddenly gushing out of his body, which was enough for him to use the Golden Battle Technique, so he didn't hesitate to make a move. I saw a cloud of light blooming dazzlingly from the palm of Ashmida's hand.

"The hell realm, the place where the blade of evil deeds committed in this world receives retribution, and it will be useless to fall into this realm." In the words of Ashmida, the dirty inkstone gradually regained his eyesight, and he was shocked to find that he was not actually the underground insect chamber of the Jiantong Mansion, he appeared in a sea of swords and fires, he looked at it, and found that countless people were being punished by the jailers of hell, listening to their screams, and watching them look terrible when they were tortured, the dirty inkstone involuntarily shook his body.

"The world of hungry ghosts, the place where greedy people are punished and fall into." When the dirty inkstone was frightened, the surrounding scenery changed again, and when the dirty inkstone opened his eyes, he saw a group of people who were eating everything, dirt, trees, stones, steel, corpses, people around him even including themselves eating, watching and devouring all kinds of things, but still skinny skinny, in order to make themselves no longer hungry, they desperately ate everything around them, seeing these people frantically devouring the appearance of the dirty inkstone felt that his cold sweat had soaked his back.

"In the animal world, those who are born by indulgence are reborn in a world where they receive retribution with their own hands." This time, the dirty inkstone saw countless people being pushed off the cliff and falling into the lake under the cliff, but then out of the lake were animals one by one, after the animals came ashore, some desperately fled into the woods, and some began to hunt, this is the world of the jungle.

"The Shura realm, if you fall here, there will never be a day of rest, and you will always fight with the enemy." Countless people fought on the battlefield, and when their hands were cut off, they used their other hands, and when both hands were cut off, they used their teeth, and their legs, and their heads were cut off, and after a while, they were resurrected and striking, and they fought endlessly.

"The human world, where there is a turbulent world bound by human suffering, uncertain good and evil." The ugliness and brightness of the human world, the greed and hatred of human beings, and the truth, goodness and beauty of human beings in the eyes of Dirty Yan this time reminded Dirty Yan of his original self.

"Heavenly bliss, even gods can't escape from reincarnation and fall into hell, the most dangerous place." As Ashmida's words fell, the dirty inkstone closed his eyes, as if remembering something. Opened his mouth slightly: "............"

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From the perspective of the wild goose, after the light dissipated, he only saw that the dirty inkstone suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, and his face no longer returned to the usual sneer, but became peaceful.

Suddenly, the dirty inkstone opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of kindness. In the case of the wild goose night as if he had seen a ghost, the dirty inkstone spoke.

"Ah~~ That's the case, I've forgotten my original appearance for so many years." Dirty Yan looked at himself with emotion, and then his body began to slowly collapse. In Yan Ye's shocked gaze, the body of the dirty inkstone completely collapsed, but the soul appeared in place, but the appearance of the soul was not the old man that Yan Ye usually saw, but a beautiful blue-haired man with a warm smile.

"Wild goose night yo ~ The engraved insects in Sakura's body I have ordered them to come out, over the years, I have forgotten my original purpose, just simply pursuing immortality, and have done a lot of wrong things~"

"Impossible?!! This is what the dirty inkstone looked like when he was young?!! Yan Ye was completely out of shape, and he stretched out his trembling right hand and pointed at the dirty inkstone

"That's right, to be precise, it's Machiri Zorgen, and time can really change a qiē." Ashmida slowly walked behind the wild goose from the wild goose night, and "looked" at the young Jiantong dirty inkstone in front of him with an emotional face.

"Thank you, Berserker. Farewell, Wild Goose Night. Marchili smiled and closed his eyes, his face full of relief. Then, his soul began to slowly dissipate, eventually disappearing into the basement.