The little old man's doppelganger couldn't last long in the pus-like mist, and it dissipated on its own after a while.

Kamiya held the word shining with the sun and thunder in his hand and continued to walk forward.

And a long time passed.

"It seems that the diameter of another whole palace is so long, am I still in the so-called outer layer now?"

Kamiya silently measured the scope of his own steps in his heart.

This misty monster palace is like connecting another dimension.

The gray fog around them, already viscous to the point of disgusting snot, adds a practical resistance to one's movements.

Kamiyagawa continued to gaze around with his pupils, and at one point he felt something.

"Here we are."

The thunder on the text continued to tear apart the mist, and through the miasma, Kamiya saw a silhouette not far away.

The vague, unformed outlines, shrouded in a darker mist, were like a condensed wave of molten black asphalt, squeezing the canopy and slowly but inexorably roaring forward.

Inside the thick black mist, there was a dull drum beat, and some strange roars and moans, all wrapped in the fog and changed their tones, whimpering, grotesque.

Kamiyagawa's left hand grabbed towards the void and pulled out a huge emerald green thunder spear that contained vitality and arc of electric arc.

"Ahh

The waist and abdomen exerted force, and the thunder gun was thrown out.

Cutting through the sheer gray mist, it roared and tore at the black mist farther away.

The green thunder exploded, and it collapsed into several bolts of lightning that were long, wide, and wide and slashed in all directions, and the thunderbolts that burst out of the thunder spears chased each other one by one, roaring and roaring.

The black fog was suddenly illuminated by thunder and lightning, and the things wrapped in it were vividly exposed.

It was a large army of ghosts.

The horns on their heads, the size of the huge, the immeasurable number of demons gathered together, and the dense army spread out in the fog belt.

They marched with the surging black mist, the stumbling but powerful steps of the spirits, accompanied by the heavy footsteps mixed with the beat of drums, and the chaos came like a flood of water, and the ground seemed to be crushed by their weight.

At the forefront was a large ghost more than two meters tall.

Its massive body was only covered by a few pieces of ragged leather, and the exposed torso was largely rotten, and Sensen's white bones could be seen exposed in many places.

The big horns on his head, which were as messy as tree roots, were broken, and most of his face was rotten, leaving only a pair of lantern-sized ghost pupils still bursting with ghostly firelight. Such a shape makes this big ghost even more hideous.

What's even more surprising is that the big ghost who rushed to the front is still a cavalryman. Ride on top of an equally rotten, fanged black-maned monster horse.

"These all seem to be entities, are they resentful spirits?"

Kamiyagawa was not frightened by the number of enemies, and the rotten ghosts that rushed in made his heart feel cold.

Because he has fought with the forces of Huangquan too many times, so that when he sees this strange talk of flesh and blood festering, Kamiya will subconsciously associate with Huangquan.

However, the ghosts did not have the strange depraved aura that belonged to Huangquan, and they could not see black maggots surging on their bodies.

So it should have nothing to do with Huangquan.

"These are probably the ghost clans who have already died in battle in the great rivers and mountains, not awakened by the power of Huangquan, but other forces."

Bang!

The furious thunder spear let out a final roar among the ghosts, and the sputtering lightning arc strangled a large number of enemies.

The last of the emerald green firelight was finally extinguished in the midst of the ghosts, and the black fog band over there sank into a cold, heavy, dense darkness again.

But perhaps it was Kamiyagawa's first attack that angered the ghosts in the mist.

The black mist that melted like tarmac began to advance at a faster speed, and the sound of drums, footsteps, and roars of rushing and killing could be heard more clearly in the fog.

Kamiya bowed down and held the hilt of the sword a little tighter, and the yang thunder that swirled around the clear knife body splashed.

In the next second, a heavy feeling of suffocation hit his head and face from the front.

The black mist had rushed in front of him.

And the first enemy that Yang Lei stabbed and illuminated, it was naturally the cavalry ghost.

It straddled the monstrous back of a giant horse, its rotting flesh throbbing, and its forehead and features were splattered with scarlet blood. A pair of ghost pupils stared down condescendingly, like a pair of rotten stars flickering and falling.

The big ghost held a naginata knife in his boneless hand, and the wide and cold blade slashed down with the whirring yin wind.

Although it was the infantry to meet the cavalry with a fierce impact momentum, Kamiyagawa had already prepared and erected a text facing up.

Clang!

The weapons collided, and the sound of swords and soldiers clashing was short and intense, smashing thunder and splattering, and the thunder light and the thick black fog around them were shattered and dispersed.

The strength that Kamiyagawa burst out in a short period of time was not lost to the rotten big ghost in the slightest, and it was even a few points stronger than the evil ghost with horse power.

The power of the ghosts and gods of Shikijin Shrine has been fed back to him, and it has begun to bear fruit.

He bent slightly, the ground under his feet caved a little, and the words rose up against the naginata.

The indigo-blue blade hummed, stabbing out deftly and fiercely.

The exploding sun thunder reflected Kamiyagawa's eyes clearly, and the killing intent was decisive.

Burst!

A text pierced the fanged horse's flank.

Straight stabbed his hand, Kamiya buckled his wrist and sank, sweeping his leg and kicking the back of the knife.

The force of the blade's piercing force suddenly became fierce, and the monster-like black-maned horse was actually cut alive, and the rotting flesh splattered.

Kamiyagawa's Notai Sword Self-Manifestation Flow has been practiced to the extreme, and he has mastered the strongest transcendent mystery "Yunyao". In addition, the Katori Shinto stream, who learned from the Inabu samurai, is also becoming more and more sophisticated, and the two Tai sword techniques are integrated, even in the ordinary world, it is difficult to have an opponent in a white-knuckle battle.

In Japan, it is well deserved to be said to be a "Taidao Immortal".

"Roar!"

The mount was brutally slashed open, and the rotting goblin fell down with a howl.

Kamiyagawa directly turned around and slashed the knife, and just now cut the horse's text, the knife momentum did not weaken at all, but because of the kick just now and Kamiya's turn and slash, it erupted into a greater terrifying power.

This time, the position where the blade and the thunder roared was the head of the big ghost.

Kill the vanguard, and the ghosts in the black fog belt also roared, and the black pressure was like a tumbling wave.

"No wonder Xingxiong said that I would suffer if I came alone."

With this number of enemies, if Kamiya were to fight by himself, it would be difficult for him to simply win with the strength he showed in the ring as "Inujiro", even if there was a three-color thunderbolt and a wide range of artillery fire.

Even the retreat is estimated to have to be peeled off.

The Golden Bear Boy is really uneasy and kind.

But fortunately, Kamiya's combat power displayed in the ring is only a small part of his actual combat power.

Teamwork is his area of expertise!

"Mary!" "Pranya!"

With Kamiyagawa's call, two figures, black and red and purple and white, flashed out from his left and right sides at the same time.

Prajna is suspended in mid-air, and the hem of the shirt is fluttering.

A grotesque void emerged from behind her, gently hugging Prajna's delicate body from behind.

The flamboyant flesh and blood substitute has a fierce face that is covered by a mask of Prajna, but the lower half of the face reveals a high nose bridge and curved lips, and the lips are as bright as blood.

Prajna raised his sleeves, and the Fang Xiang mask flew lifelike and covered the face of the empty phase.

With the help of the void phase, Prajna strengthens the cursed power of the mask of the square phase.

The black lines of the curse are densely surging out of the cuffs of the empty color clothes, spreading like a tide, and they are like a painting in the painting, scribbled and absurd.

The changed form of Prajna is like a dexterous weaver, and under her control, the spell thread is woven into a large web that cannot find gaps and live paths.

The net gently bypassed the Kamiya River, which was still standing in front of it, and slaughtered into the roaring demons, the mana that melted the flesh and bones, the minced flesh flying, and the blood evenly smeared the mist-shrouded earth......

"Mary, behind you."

Mary dragged her knife forward, the bloody blade stirring a thick black mist.

In the next moment, a bright red surged around her, and Mary disappeared into the red, and in an instant appeared behind the group of rotten ghosts.

The rear was originally shrouded in black mist, like a pure black curtain. But as Mary entered, a boiling red mist rushed up.

The blood-like red collided with the tarry black.

There was a turbulent sound of the roar of the river.

The vivid red and black strangle each other, just like a clear and strange oil painting with the sky and the earth as paper, composed of only two colors.

Mary's high-heeled boots stomped on the ground, the hem of her red and black dress swayed, and then a terrifying blade fell, and a mountain of rotting ghosts flew out like cannonballs from the strongest part of the red and black border.

That ugly white bone and rotten flesh smashed crookedly into the ghost group, and suddenly set off a large wave of qi!

"Purge them!"

Kamiyagawa will wave a word.

In the midst of the thunder and qi surges, the inverted white vague figure seemed to be at ease.

Only two Aragami appeared, and two bread clips were realized against the menacing group of ghosts!

……

Mary and Pranya appeared, plus Kamiyagawa himself, and it was not difficult to deal with the ghosts in the mist.

This menacing ghost march didn't even make Kamiya's side exert all its strength.

There are still several Aragami under his command who have not yet appeared.

The steam of rotting ghosts was swept away, and the surrounding fog seemed to fade a little.

Prajna fell from mid-air, snorted in satisfaction, and fell behind Kamiya's back to dissipate.

Not far away, Mary also slowly walked back with a knife in tow.

A boiling red mist was surging around her, cleaning the blood from her dress and hair.

When Mary stepped forward, Kamiya raised his hand and wiped the stains from her delicate face.

Mary raised her eyes and gave her lover a tender look.

Then she let go of the machete, raised her hands slightly, and blended back into Kamiya's body in a hugging posture against Kamiya's chest, dissipating and disappearing.

Sending away the two gods with a special relationship, Kamiya looked at the battlefield and smacked his lips dissatisfiedly: "This group of ghosts has already died, and no soul crystal material has been revealed after killing it again, although it is expected, but ...... It feels like a loss. ”

After a battle, there is no harvest.

If you don't make it, you lose it!

"I should have completed the work assigned by the Golden Bear now, and I'm looking forward to what the expression of that Heavenly King will be when I go out. Then again, according to Star Bear, where I am now is still in the outer layer of the palace? ”

Kamiya condensed his pupils and looked farther away.

In the fading mist, it seems that the outline of the building can still be faintly seen.

"That's the inner layer."

Originally, he came to explore the bottom of the river, but Kamiya didn't make sense to turn around and retreat to the monster city now.

Then it will really become a conscientious part-time job in the mountains.

"Let's go over there and see what's going on."

Kamiyagawa resolutely moved forward.

……

It seemed to travel a distance of the entire diameter of the palace from the outside.

Kamiya seems to have finally approached the so-called inner layer where this strange place is located.

There seems to be a majestic structure standing ahead.

The details of the building were not clear at all, but Kamiya could feel that it seemed to be a shrine.

"Shrine...... Is the source of the belief of the Golden Bear and the Star Bear here? ”

But what kind of shrine is this?

Kamiya continued on his way, but soon ran into obstacles.

The space ahead was blocked by an invisible force.

It's not the kind of area that is divided in the world.,Only a strange visit can pass through the "air wall.,After condensing the pupils.,You can see a dark blue transparent cover.,Like a huge bowl upside down on top of the shrine.。

"Is that why Starbear said I would never be able to enter the inner layer?"

Kamiyagawa looked at the energy that stood in front of him.

He tentatively lifted a text and poked at the high blue wall in front of him, there was no very hard blocking feeling, but the blade could not push forward even the slightest.

"Barriers or something?"

Retracting the words, Kamiya looked up at the majestic shrine in the center of the dome.

The architectural details of the shrine seem to be completely obscured by the enchantment outside.

"I don't know what's weird here, it's hard to make people die."

Kamiyagawa was a little confused for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, he had a flash of inspiration and groped for two blade fragments from the [Mirage Cloth Bag].

These are the two fragments of Celestial Tail Feather Shot.

"What stopped me was the space barrier...... The remnant blade of the Tail of the Sky Feather Zhang, but even the Night Sea of the Night Country and the Sea Country, where the power of the two gods are fused, can be cut, and perhaps the barrier here can be broken. ”

Kamiya held the hilt of the Heavenly Tail Feather in his hand, and another blade fragment felt the summoning and buzzed and floated.

The broken blade floated like that, echoing the hilt of the sword, pulled by an invisible force, and always kept a distance of about forty centimeters from the hilt.

"Let's see if the enchantment here is stronger, or if my mutilated artifact is sharper!"

The crippled tail feathers of the sky fluttered out, and it didn't use much force, but it was a slash that didn't drag the mud and water in the slightest.

The blade of the sword slammed against the transparent blue wall.

Click.

Kamiya heard a crisp sound like glass shattering.

The blue barrier shattered from where the blades collided, and cobweb-like streaks bloomed around it...... (End of chapter)