Looking at the hysterical, muscular Onimai Tsuji, whose muscles were trembling, was silent all around, and the sound of the world seemed to be absorbed by the endless dark night without a trace of fluctuation.

The blade of the knife clenched trembled slightly, and a trace of blood dripped down the groove, and the previous stare distortion was certainly refreshing, but after all, it was not as real as getting started.

The blade slid into the flesh and slowly sliced open, spilling bright red over the edge of the container, which was simply the best way to soothe your mind and decompress.

"Don't struggle, you can't escape in my realm." His gaze swept over Ghost Dance Tsuji's face, and Yahara said lightly, his words full of concern.

"Get out of here!" Lao laboriously pulled out a nervous hose whip that was pierced into his body, Oni Dance Tsuji was not miserable, his heart was dripping blood, Mei Hong's eyes swelled with fear, and he ignored Yehara's 'kind words and persuasion'.

In the pursuit of the trail and on the way quickly, Onimai Tsuji did not fail to think about what would happen when he met the night bara.

It's just that compared to two years ago, his confidence has swelled, and he didn't expect that the other party would not use all his strength to gnaw the possibility, relying on his own immortal characteristics to run rampant.

In that case, the only way to do this is to try to break through this strange barrier.

A touch of ruthlessness appeared on the demonic and handsome face, and the claws of the Onimai Tsuji were bent and torn in front of him, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, and a few faint traces appeared in the air.

"Blood Demon Technique—Shockless Peak!"

An extremely dangerous and deadly aura was born, and the Oni Dance Tsuji's alien-like body raged wildly and spread a wide-area shockwave, and circles of invisible sound arcs whined, echoing throughout the realm, like the Grim Reaper's clarion call.

With a hint of hesitation, Yahara felt a chill down his spine, and he stopped taking a step forward, his body retreating sharply, dodging the sonic waves that were rushing in.

At the same time, his eyes were red, and the left and right spins locked onto Onimai Tsuji's head and curved claws again, and pulled hard!

The expected splattering of blood did not happen, and instead, the tearing pain became the catalyst for the wild beast.

The extremely small sound wave rhythm gradually merged, and Onimai Tsuji saw that Yahara kept dodging and retreating, and began to laugh unbridled and hideous, almost like the actual sound wave suddenly bursting, and unleashed his hole cards that he had never shown before.

"Damn it!" Seeing for the first time that the power of the Distorted Demon Eye was invalid, his heart sank, and Yahara's face suddenly darkened.

To tell the truth, he really underestimated the strength of Ghost Dance Tsuji, as a thousand-year-old immortal ghost king, time is the richest property, and the skill points are even more outrageous, how can there be no tricks to press the bottom of the box?

Urging the logical distortion to continuously dissolve the sound waves around him, Yahara held the long knife in one hand and spread it out with the other, as if he wanted to embrace his own domain, and shouted softly:

"Extreme—Fall!"

As the words fell, an incomparably large meteorite emitting hot flames instantly appeared, and the dark sky under the burning feet took on a strange purple red.

Looking at the terrifying meteorite like a natural disaster, Onimai Tsuji's miserable white face turned iron-blue, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and even the peak of Wuzhen was almost interrupted.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, he shouted coldly: "Don't think that this kind of bells and whistles can kill me, I will let you know the complete despair!" ”

The air fluctuated violently again, and in an instant, the sound waves erupted like furious thunder from the dark clouds, rolling out with the Onimai Tsuji no miserable as the central point, and at the same time, recklessly releasing eight pipe whips around the body.

With a loud bang, the meteorite's dazzling light began to converge, and in the continuous erosion of the sound waves, the surface gradually shattered into the extremely small stone blocks of its size, and fell into the night below.

"Impossible, why is it so strong!" The always elegant and proud Onimai Tsuji was completely out of shape, and the eight pipe whips that were volleyed out of his body shot out, trying to contain the approaching meteorite.

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However, the whip used as a killer weapon is like ice and snow meeting sunlight, and it is burned to ashes before it touches the surface.

Compared to the madness of Onimai Tsuji, Yahara seems to be a lot calmer.

More than two years have passed since he left the world of spells and returned to war, during which time his precision control of spells has improved by leaps and bounds, and it is no longer a problem to release two spells at the same time.

What's more, the infinite mana is equivalent to giving him an inexhaustible piece of energy, and Yahara only needs to pay attention to the operation of the technique, and he doesn't need to care about the storage of mana at all.

The terrifying heat dried Onimai Tsuji's skin, but in the Pavilion of Reverse Conjunction, he tragically found himself unavoidable, no matter which direction he went, the meteorite would eventually fall with him as the central point.

Strange and violent energy fluctuations suddenly rippled, and meteorites destroyed all of Onimai Tsuji's protective shells one after another, leaving only a blurry handful of viscous flesh in the void.

Unexpected gains.

Yahara was very surprised, his brows furrowed slightly, according to his memory, Onimai Tsuji no Miserable had a form that could continuously multiply the flesh - the posture of a dead baby.

But he didn't use it until he was completely submerged by the "Extreme-Fall", isn't he scared stupid?

Yahara estimated that the time was also approaching dawn, and his body was erect, strolling in the inverted sky, slowly walking towards the wriggling and growing mass of flesh.

"Stop struggling, stay honestly in my hands." There was a slimy, cold touch in his palm, and Yahara endured the nausea and released the logical distortion that instantly rewrote Onimai Tsuji's miserable thoughts.

Sleep until the mana influx wakes up again!

Although he was obsessed with the scenery in the Reverse Merge Pavilion, he was no longer allowed in terms of time, so he immediately packed the flesh and blood that gradually recovered his human form into Yumi, and unlocked the realm.

Looking at the still neat courtyard behind him, the enchanting purple-red haze on the horizon greeted the rising sun, and people who had slept soundly began to wake up one after another.

No one knew that they had escaped a catastrophe by lying on the bed.

Perhaps, this is also the destined scene of a peaceful life.

Turning his head to look at his left arm, which was affected by the peak of the shockless, the flesh was torn, the bright red blood flowed like a clear spring, and a faint white shadow was exposed.

Damn, I really haven't been hurt in a long time. While holding his left arm and using the reversal technique to treat, Yahara said viciously.

When I walked into the quaint house that was still intact, my left arm looked less terrible.

"Miss Zhushi, it's okay now." After subduing the final boss Onimai Tsuji, Yahara was refreshed, and he finally didn't have to think about this old yin bi to do things at any time.