Coughing up a mouthful of blood, the real person tasted the taste of death and fear, and felt extremely excited: "If you want to talk about the effect of the technique, Yahara may have to thank me." I just helped him untie the chains. ”

Frowning, Satoru Gojo stepped on its mouth and silenced the real person for a while.

Turning his head to the right, Yahara was still standing in place with his head hanging down his chest, and his cheek under his left eyelid was dripping with pitch-black liquid, like a corpse in tears.

Although he was well prepared in advance in various parts of the Shibuya area, he did his best to avoid the casualties of the sorcerer. But seeing Qi Suo's very ordinary posture, he didn't dare to guarantee it.

Suddenly, he noticed a fluctuation in his mana perception on his right, his brow furrowed, and he looked up at Yahara.

It's just that in Gojo Satoru's intuition, Yahara's temperament has changed diametrically opposite to before.

To say that he used to have a normal teenage mentality and a vigorous temperament, but now he is letting go of the shackles and doing whatever he wants.

"Yahara?" Satoru Gojo asked Yahara uncertainly, wondering what exactly was going on.

The pitch-black liquid under the left eye no longer flowed, and gradually dried up on the face, like a tear stain that could not be wiped away.

Ignoring Satoru's inquiry, Yahara continued to walk forward, picking up the evil that had fallen to the ground.

There was a violent tremor from the blade, and evil seemed to be a little unfamiliar with the changed master. Gently stroking the sharp blade, the blood that cut through the index finger dripped on it, as if to declare his identity.

The leaky pot lying on the ground and dying and the real person saw the different night plain, and there was a kind of awe in my heart.

"Gojo-sensei? I'm sorry, that coward was so scared that he ran away. Yahara's cold, crazy eyes looked at the leaky pot, making its already fearful heart tremble even more.

Satoru Gojo was a little confused, he didn't remember that Yahara had schizophrenia or a dual personality.

Bending down and squatting in front of the leaky pot, rolling its head back and forth like a rolling ball, Yahara seemed to remember something, and the horizontal knife hung over its head: "I remember that you don't seem to be useful, why don't you just feed my weapon?" ”

The sophist's abilities were magnified countless times at this moment, and in the eyes of the leaky pot, Yahara was like another invincible Gojo Satoru.

After speaking, the knife fell in his hand, and the evil passed through the brain of the leaky pot very smoothly, absorbing its magic power and nutrients freely.

The real person has captured countless ordinary people, and used one living person after another to transform their souls in front of them, and the feeling of claiming life and controlling everything is very fascinating.

But now that that kind of thing has come to him, he only feels a chill in his heart, and there is a kind of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Yehara turned his head to look at the real person, and suddenly pouted dissatisfiedly: "You guy is really useless, you haven't matured yet, so let you live for a while for the time being." ”

It's like picking up a bag of dirty garbage, and if you dislike it, you throw the real person who is only half of your body into the tram corridor.

"Yahara, now you... Is that you? "Although he didn't stop Yahara from killing the leaky pot and banishing the real person, Gojo Satoru is not the one who will stand by and watch.

"Of course I'm me, otherwise there will be a second Nightyard?" As a joke, Yahara spread out his hands and looked like an honest man.

Now that the super-grade spell spirits and transformers should be killed, and the Qing should be cleared, the original crowded scene is much bigger.

"Then I'll go out and search for the cursed master who laid down the [tent]....." Saying that he was leaving, Gojo Satoru used the high-speed movement of the technique to turn [Cang] and slammed his fist into the back of the sword that Yahara was parrying at the same time.

The terrifying strange force sent Yahara's body flying more than ten meters, scraping off a lot of rocks and debris, until it broke a marble pillar.

"It's so ruthless to your own students, it's really worthy of you Gojo Satoru." Spit out a mouthful of blood, and Yahara felt a lot more comfortable in his bulging chest.

Gojo Satoru saw the consequences of being taken over by an unknown curse master due to the mishandling of Xia Youjie's body, and as such, he vowed never to make the same mistake again.

The current state of Yahara looked like a means of séance, but he couldn't find any other mana breath. So he chose the most violent and simple method - directly hit the evil spirit attached to Yahara's body and disappeared!

"As an excellent teacher, of course I will be very kind and loving." With his hands in his pockets, Satoru Gojo smiled faintly, as if he had become the humorous teacher who talked and laughed again.

Suddenly, the giant insects condensed by several flames and the hidden spell seeds like bullets attacked head-on were the moves of the Leaky Pot and the Flower Emperor.

It's just that the roar and the explosion of flames only frightened the ordinary people in the vicinity into fleeing in all directions, desperately trying to get out of this subway hall that was back to the battlefield.

Yahara, who is also familiar with Gojo's Gojo Satoru style, didn't expect much damage this move would bring him, and it was just a trick. The real killer move is the physical attack that follows!

The gray-black sword shadows scattered along with the dance, each knife was extremely fierce, and it was close to the point, but due to the effect of the unlimited technique, it was never able to cause effective damage to Gojo Satoru.

I don't know how many knives he slashed, Yahara jumped back and stared at Satoru Gojo to see where he was going.

"It's really not a long memory, have I talked about the no-lower limit technique from time to time in the high school? Why do you always get distracted? The palm of Gojo Satoru's right hand condensed into a pitch-black ball that exuded terrifying suction.

In order not to make it explode to the crisis of ordinary people, Satoru Gojo uses himself as a protective shield to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

"Gojo-sensei, haven't you also been broken by someone to break the no-limit technique? Looks like you're dead once? Loudly mocking Gojo Satoru's words, Yahara didn't seem to be able to see the terrifying spell that was about to arrive.

"Are you thinking about that scene right now? Exhausted to the extreme, I want to rest, but I am abused and killed again? ”

Gojo Satoru was shocked, why did this person in front of him know everything? Thoughts unconsciously immersed in the past.

Rumble!!!

The violent explosion blew up the unimaginable damage to the position where Fang Cai Yeyuan was located, and the latter flashed lightly, his hands sealed: "Logic is twisted!" ”

Like a rewind of a movie screen, the damaged walls and the scattered rubble and cement around the floor are gradually returning to their original places, and the black balls that have expanded and bloomed are also restored to their original state.