The black wings stirred in the night sky, obviously a huge object, but with a light and transparent, effortless, steady stop in the air.

Tsukasa Kurihara, no, maybe it should be called the Demon Lord, looked at the man with an ordinary face standing in the meadow with dark pupils, and said, "Mr. Inari." ”

Mr. Inari wasn't surprised that the Demon Lord recognized him. He had met a lot of weirdos, when the prison was first built.

"Long time no see." Mr. Inari said with a smile.

"It's been a long time." The Demon Lord said, neither joy nor sorrow in his words. His wings moved, and he landed quickly and steadily three paces away from Mr. Inari, and the wings behind him stayed behind him peacefully. I only found out at this time. The Demon Lord is extremely tall, and Mr. Inari in front of him is almost a head shorter than him.

The red meridians on the Demon Lord's face shone with a different luster as if blood was flowing in them, and when he looked closer, the mask on his head was even more terrifying.

The demon lord of such an image has a sense of non-anger and self-authority, as well as fear from hell.

What happened to Tsukasa Kurihara was the only audience, and Mr. Inari saw it very clearly. The strange thing that happened before was understood by Mr. Inari after the Demon Lord appeared, and his pupils contracted for a moment.

This tengu has a human soul in his body, which is why he looks so weak, even Beiliang can live with him in a few moves. And will also use the Mo knife, the Mo knife is something that humans use to deal with strange talk.

The Demon Lord disdains it, and does not use such external objects to show his abilities. The ability to manipulate time and space alone can be played. Not to mention the surging energy of its own.

Mr. Inari looked at the Demon Lord, and after a few seconds, he spoke, "You were very different from what you are now. ”

The Demon Lord chuckled, with a little disdain: "Mr. Inari, you really don't know?" ”

Mr. Inari also smiled and shook his head: "I understand everything that should be understood, and I can't understand what I shouldn't understand." ”

The Demon Lord was too lazy to go around with Mr. Inari, and said impatiently, "The things you have changed from people are always so annoying, it is better to have a good fight." ”

As he spoke, the wings behind the Demon Lord began to stir up, and a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and the dark clouds above him began to gather, and silver lightning flashed among the black clouds. The silver lightning continued to grow, like a silver-white snake, constantly unleashing its power on Mr. Inari.

The clothes on Mr. Inari's body were agitated, and the skin on his face fluctuated, and he squinted his eyes and spoke, "Why is Your Excellency Tengu so excited. ”

As he spoke, the frenzied wind around him fell silent as if he had been appeased, and the lightning above his head softened.

The Demon Lord snorted coldly, his right hand moved, and the quiet scene returned to rage.

A wrestling took place wordlessly, but no one took the lead.

Eventually, Mr. Inari said, "You bypassed the ban in a way that none of us expected, Your Excellency Otengu. You have a human soul in you. ”

The Demon Lord was unmoved, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

"What a brilliant idea." Mr. Inari took a step closer and looked at the Demon Lord in amazement, "A thousand times more subtle than a puppet." ”

"Say it quickly."

Mr. Inari sped up his speech slightly, "The prison's ban is aimed at youkai, weirdos, and spirits, and the restrictions on humans are relaxed. It's a fact that our bodies leave this world more easily than we think, and that's something I've spent a lot of effort trying to figure out. Beiliang, and the foxes under his hands, I found the weak point and sent them out. ”

"Outside, I can still control them through the thin line, although the control has become weaker, but it has exceeded my expectations." Mr. Inari said, with a touch of precision that is characteristic of scientists, "Through experiments, I have found that the more tangible and important the rumors that have arisen recently, the easier it is to get out." The easiest to get out are the carvings, then the animals, and finally the disembodied types that exist because of faith, resentment, fear, jealousy, reverence, affection, and so on. ”

"The most powerful thing is the pure thing that is born out of emotion."

"You have a human soul in you." Mr. Inari repeated, with a bit of fanaticism, "It's hard to imagine such a thing happening. The weakness of the human soul cannot withstand our energy as a pure thing. How did you do that? ”

"It's Mr. Inari." The Demon Lord complimented and suddenly said, "Do you want to go out?" ”

Mr. Inari was stunned.

A smile appeared on the corner of the Demon Lord's mouth: "I can help you." Choose what kind of human beings, how to imprison their souls, how to get out of this damn place. I can show you how. I said, would you like to? ”

Seeing the unexpected expression on Mr. Inari's usually indifferent face, the Demon Lord laughed, and the meridians on his face suddenly burst out in front of Lord Inari, and he came up to him and said, "Isn't this your favorite word?" I can help you. And then they all made puppets. If you're lucky enough to get outside, it's your credit.

"They've all become your tools." The Demon Lord said coldly, "Last time you took half of my people, saying that you could send them out. ”

A split second.

"All dead." The Demon Lord said, "There's not one left. What a Lady Inari. Ha ha. What a Lady Inari! ”

After saying that, the Demon Lord stretched out his hand and grabbed Inari's neckline, and slammed his fist into his face with a hideous expression.

It wasn't until this moment that Inari recognized him, and she didn't expect it to be him.

No way! That great tengu has been besieged to death! Neither human nor weird talk has left him behind, and no one wants him to stay. No one ······

Inari retreated sharply.

In the face of this tengu, Inari is not sure that he will be able to defeat him, and in recent years, his focus has been on sending the puppets out, and there is not much combat power around him.

Inari walked backwards along the meadow, but how could the Demon Lord let him go. The figure flickered behind him without warning, and kicked it mercilessly, and the person in front of him turned into a piece of wood and fell to the ground empty.

Knowing the other party's trick, the Demon Lord did not retreat, but advanced, smashing the wood and rushing to the ground, at the same time a lightning bolt fell from the dark cloud.

"Boom!"

When the lightning struck Inari, a low, deafening thunder rang out, and a one-meter-wide silver beam of light descended from the sky like a heavenly punishment. On the ground, a semi-circular net stretched out to block the lightning.

Suddenly, a strange knife appeared in the Demon Lord's hand. He held the hilt of his sword high above his head, the red veins on his face and the silver lightning on his face, and the black wings behind him all spread out like gods.

The Demon Lord didn't sink into the lightning, the lightning didn't hurt him in the slightest, and the latter made a crisp sound when the tip of the knife touched the protective shield.

"Smack."

The flickering of glass shards reappears.

But this time it wasn't Tsukasa Kurihara's fall - Inari's frightened face appeared in front of him.

The Demon Lord sneered, his figure flashed, and then fell to the bottom of the wood he had smashed before and stabbed it in.

"Poof!" The sound of the knife sinking into the flesh sounded slightly, and the shards of wood on the tip of the knife suddenly grew into the image of Inari.

The Modao landed precisely on Inari's heart, nailing him to the ground.

"How, how could it be ······" Inari muttered, watching the Demon Lord's eyes gradually fade.

The Demon Lord pulled out the Mo knife with an expressionless face and inserted it again, and Inari's body moved.

"In front of me, never use a trick twice." The Demon Lord said.

At the same time, the wings behind him, the meridians on his face, and the mask on his head were gradually disappearing.

In the end, the whole person disappeared.

In the white moonlight, only a body was left that was gradually deathermated, staring at the sky with dead eyes.