In the evening, in the hiding place of Onimai Tsuji, there was a chanting sound under the thick curtains.

"The Moon itself does not emit light, but absorbs light from the Sun, and then reflects a very small part of it to the Earth through diffuse reflection on the planet's surface. Therefore, the earth is under the sun at all times. ”

When the sun in the temple read this, he first glanced at the ghost dance Tsuji who was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed, and then continued to read according to the words in the book.

"Astronomers at the Royal Academy of Sciences of the British Empire estimate that the energy of sunlight reflected by the moon is between 1/100,000 and 1/500,000 of daylight, and its brightness is only as bright as a candle lit from a meter away. Aside from nighttime illumination and providing a basis for fantasy for some Romantic poets, moonlight has no scientific value to exploit for the time being. ”

The sun stopped in the temple.

Not long ago, he only learned that Tong Mo and Yi Woza had lost the news, and he felt deeply about this sentence "There is no value to use".

All day today, Onimai Tsuji didn't show the slightest sadness or anger at the loss of his subordinates, except for the sarcasm of "unbelievable disappointment", but instead felt a little complacent about the disappearance of the nail in his eye.

In his words –

"As long as I'm willing to give blood, there will be many substitutes like theirs."

However, before solving the Zhu Shi, he didn't plan to continue to create upper limit level ghosts for the time being.

However, even the best of the thousands of ghosts are only marginally in the heart of the miserable—something like the one on a store shelf, which can be changed at any time......

"Why don't you read it?"

Onimai Tsuji opened his eyes, which were black after mimicry, suggesting that he was in a good mood at the moment.

"The rest of the content is useless."

The sun in the temple put the book aside, "It's just a waste of time to read it any longer." ”

"What I have is time, and besides, it's useless only if I say it's useless."

Wu Miao lowered his voice, and his tone was subconsciously a little threatening.

If it was the previous Naruto, she had already begun to kowtow and admit her mistake at this time.

But the sun in the temple stretched and yawned before saying, "Oh." ”

"Squeak."

The voice came from the clenched fist of the Innocent.

"Huh? What was that? ”

The sun in the temple turned around suspiciously.

“…… It's nothing. ”

Before the sun in the temple was transformed into a ghost, he desperately wanted to escape the fact that his lover was killing his own brother, trying to forget all this, so after becoming a ghost, this obsession made him die miserably for Onimai Tsuji.

Although his behavior is somewhat indiscriminate and has no concept of dignity and inferiority, this is the only subordinate he trusts since he became more sensitive and suspicious (although the temple sun does not consider himself a subordinate).

In addition, this guy is also tasked with overcoming his weaknesses......

So Onimai Tsuji decided to swallow these grievances for the time being, and wait for the day when he used this guy to really overcome the sun.

Be sure to chew him up and eat it!

However, for now, Wu Miao is still going to discuss some serious matters.

For example, through the description in the book just now, he has already touched the truth of the sun gathering moonlight in the temple to help him heal his old wounds.

"According to the book, from the very beginning, the moonlight that gathered through this guy's body was an extremely weak sunlight."

Onimai Tsuji's fingers flicked lightly on the armrest of the chair.

"The reason why the old wounds left by Ji Guoyuan Yi back then will be repaired is not because the power of the moonlight cancels it out, but because - I am slowly adapting to the sun!"

"Just like the ancient kings who suspected that someone would poison him, they would ingest trace amounts of toxins by eating animals that had died of poison, and then it would become a diluted poison, and finally it would become an ordinary concentration......"

"So, this guy didn't borrow the power of the moon from the beginning, but the real power of the sun."

"Tsk...... Is this a vaccine that gives me a gradual immunity to the sun? ”

Onimai Tsuji glanced at the sun in the temple with a complicated look in his eyes, "It's really worthy of your name." ”

At this moment, the sun in the temple walked up to the window and tore open a gap - this window is facing east, so it is not directly exposed to the sun in the evening, but from here you can tell a lot of things in the sky.

"The sun is very dim this afternoon......

The sun in the temple looked at the courtyard wall that was red from the setting sun not far away, "It's the opposite of the unusually bright sunlight this morning." ”

Onimai Tsuji didn't speak, but his brow jumped sharply.

The sunlight at sunrise this morning was so strong that even through the walls and the blackened curtains, he felt a burning torment all over his body. And this anomaly is also the reason why he called someone to buy a complete set of astronomy science books.

He has been studying medicine and himself for a thousand years, but he has forgotten to study his greatest enemy, the sun.

As a result, he didn't expect that after a while, he really discovered the truth that the solar energy in the temple had healed his old wounds from the book.

Just keep going like this – a hundred years, a thousand years......

Even without the Blue Flower, he will one day be able to stand in the sunlight again and become the ultimate creature without any weaknesses.

While he was thinking, the sun in the temple directly opened the window and jumped out directly from the second floor.

"What are you doing?! It's not dark yet! ”

With just one movement of the sun in the temple, the eyes of Onimai Tsuji showed their original shape.

Onimai Tsuji swooped down to the window, but he didn't dare to jump down with him, so he could only cover his body with a curtain and shout, "Come back to me!" ”

If Black Death Mou was here, he would definitely be surprised that the worried look on Wu Miao's face at this time was as real as the "contempt", "anger" and "anxiety" he most commonly used - this guy who only had himself in his heart actually began to care about the life and death of the ghosts under him?

However, the sun in the temple only gave him a gesture of "Rest assured" and began to walk towards the red wall.

That's a wall that's hit by the sun!

"What are you going to do?"

Onimai Tsuji's head welled up with green tendons, "Are you crazy?" ”

In fact, he can use his blood ghost technique to transform flesh and blood and get the other party back directly.

But to be on the safe side, he hadn't been outside in the daylight for a thousand years—even in snowy weather when ghosts could go out.

A wall that covers Onimai Tsuji's miserable mind prevents him from saving the sun in the temple.

Recalling the indescribable pain of being exposed to the sun for the first time after he became a ghost was enough to stop him from taking any action.

Then his eyes were bloodshot and he saw—

The sun in the temple actually stretched out his hand where the sun could shine, casting a shadow of five fingers on the red wall.

Onimai Tsuji almost stopped breathing.

Except for a very short period of time when he can hold on to the sun, any other ghost will turn to ash the moment it hits the sun, even if it is a winding ghost-

Don't ask him how he knows, there have never been exceptions.

Could it be ......

Onimai Tsuji's hair loses its mimic color and becomes as pale as her face.

Is that the end of my plan to overcome the sun?

Do you want to go back to the old way of looking for that flower in the long and boundless way?

However, his pessimism did not last long, as an even more unbelievable scene appeared before him.

"Hey, look!"

The sun in the temple excitedly waved his right hand in direct sunlight to him, "I'm fine!" ”

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Ghost Dance Tsuji's mood can be said to be flipped violently like a roller coaster, and he wanted to say something, but he felt the voice block his tongue, so that he couldn't open his mouth, but his eyes were locked on that hand.

Four seconds.

Five seconds.

Six seconds.

He noticed that the sun's hands in the temple began to smoke.

At that moment, a thorny flesh whip let out a scream that tore through the air, dragging the temple sun back at a speed that was impossible to observe with the naked eye, and then slammed it onto the bookshelf in the corner of the room.

The bookshelves topple over, and hundreds of books fall one after another, burying the sun in the temple.

And Onimai Tsuji, who has the strongest body in the world, is gasping violently because of this action just now.

Not because of how much burden his body was bearing, but because of his body temperature, which gradually increased because of his excitement.

Without waiting for the sun to emerge from under the bookshelf in the temple, Onimai Tsuji Muru cut off one of his fingers with a feverish gaze.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he threw the finger far away, like a bullet into the sun-drenched red wall.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds –

Just as predicted, completely uneventful.

For six seconds, Onimai Tsuji's face stiffened slightly.

It's probably the feeling of an ordinary person holding a teacup with boiling water.

For nine seconds, Onimai Tsuji showed a painful look.

This is the feeling of a normal person putting their hand in boiling water.

Thirteen seconds!

At the moment when the finger began to smoke, Onimai Tsuji immediately broke off contact with the piece of flesh, and a new piece of flesh grew from the broken finger.

Then, he sat down slowly along the wall as if he had survived the catastrophe, apparently not wanting to see what happened to the finger outside.

"Thirteen seconds!"

He looked expressionless, but his heart was already stirring up.

Thirteen seconds, less than a month after the start of the 'treatment', his cells were already able to last more than thirteen seconds in the sun without the cell collapsing!

Although the sun in the temple said that the sun was particularly gloomy this afternoon, it ......

The sun is the sun! No matter how weak it is, how weak can it be?

It can't be weaker than the red Nihon Wheel Knife of Jiguo Yuanyi! After all, even if that man was the reincarnation of a god, he was just borrowing the power of the sun.

"...... at this pace"

Onimai Tsuji clenched her fists, feeling as if her body was more powerful than ever.

"As long as I am given another year, at least the Pillar's Wheel Knife will no longer be able to hurt me in the slightest. If it is two or three years, even if it is the first succession to the country, it will be hated and returned. ”

He made a decision in secret.

In the next period of time, he plans to disappear completely and devote himself to transforming his body.

After two or three years, even if the ghost killing team has a hundred pillars, there is nothing he can do, let alone Zhu Shi, who is helping other ghosts to transform!

If he does not have any weaknesses, any intrigues and tricks, he will be completely ineffective under absolute power.

Even if he succeeds from the dead and stands in front of him, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

When the time comes, whether it's the Ghost Slayer, Zhu Shi, Ashina, or even the government that provides material support to the Ghost Slayer—

All of them will be repaid by him one by one!!

……

At the same time, the Phantom Gallery.

A gray-white fist engraved with simple lines swung out hundreds of fist shadows in an instant, carrying terrifying and majestic fist power, and smashed the unresponsive Genichiro into countless pieces until it turned into a rain of blood.

Half a minute later, looking at Genichiro, who had regrouped at the entrance, Tsunooza showed a dissatisfied expression.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

He stood in front of Ichiro with his hands on his hips, like a coach.

"You've been haunted since that woman was gone."

"When you fight, you have to gather all your spirit on your opponent, this is the least respect, right?!"

"Such a fragile woman, what is there to care about?"

Genichiro glanced at him, "If you don't know how to speak, that woman has more than one god in her body." ”

"Oh? Could it be that she is actually very powerful? ”

The pink eyelashes blinked violently.

"Can predict the future, do you say she's not powerful?"

Thinking of the "prophecies" given to him by the prince of Changruo, Genichiro felt a little irritable in his heart, and re-summoned the blade and took a posture against the Yakuza seat.

"Again."

The prince had already made it clear before leaving-

If he can't defeat Yoshiwoza openly and dignifiedly, not to mention Onimai Tsuji and that "real enemy", he can't even deal with one of the strings.

"If you can't grasp the true way of observing things, even if you outperform him a thousand times stronger, you won't have a chance of winning."

In short, it's probably this kind of ambiguous words that make people scratch their heads.

At first, Koichiro didn't think so, after all, he brushed the Nine Rosary overnight, and his physical fitness was far from being comparable to yesterday.

But as soon as he fought with Yiwoza, he realized that he was simply wrong.

Although after absorbing four sets of prayer beads and adding ghosts, Ichiro is almost on par with Yuwoza in terms of attributes.

But between the two of them in the realm of martial arts, there is a difference of more than a star and a half.

At the moment, he can no longer use the unstable terrain to target the Woza, and the essential gap with the other party is inevitably exposed.

Even in his demonized state, Genichiro couldn't inflict any fatal injuries on Zokuza.

Although he could see through the Ninja's Eye that the movements of the Zodiac were constantly evading, this kind of high-intensity battle lasted less than an hour, and his state would drop, and the deadlock between one person and one ghost would be broken by the Zozo.

Coupled with the previous battles, Zo is already familiar with his sword types and various moves.

Therefore, once Genichiro's physical strength decreases, causing the defense to be unable to keep up with the rhythm and there is a flaw, Yuwoza will suddenly burst out to attack with all his might.

Obviously, he was the one who succeeded in killing the other party, but a day has passed, and Ichiro, who is going all out, has been killed more than ten times in the same way, which makes him a little suspicious of life.

Where is the gap between us?

Was his previous victory really so lucky?

Facing the blade of the sword, Ichiro stood in place for a moment, and instead of continuing to fight, he asked a question.

"Ichiro, do you know what the supreme realm of a martial artist is like?"