Colorful patches of color fill the surrounding environment, and those heavy, violently conflicting colors wash in all directions like a tide.

Such a bizarre scene, but the atmosphere rendered is an indescribable sense of fear.

Kanoya silently recited the meditation mantra in his heart, and the Bodhi rosary on his wrist shone slightly.

The blessing of Mary around Tsurumi was also a little stronger, and the emotions of joy and anger in the mist slowly intertwined, fused into a positive sense of excitement attached to Tsurumi Aoi's body.

The changes in the environment of the world in the painting have a great psychological impact on people. Although the two apprentices of the Kamiya family have their own ways to compete with them, they can only be able to temporarily not affect their judgment and actions.

"Xiao Aoi, that glass should be an Aragami."

Shikanoya warned the junior sister beside him.

Xiaolu and Miss Yunju have been learning incense spells for a long time, and her extraordinary sense of smell strengthened by incense skills is much stronger than the extraordinary vision that Tsurumi has just crossed the threshold of "silk fighting".

Therefore, she can keenly feel that the "glass" that disintegrated just now has not dissipated.

The aura that belonged to the other party still existed in the environment, almost filling the space that everyone was in now, and it was also attached to those surging waves of color, even stronger than before.

"Glass" seems to be everywhere.

Kanoya can now roughly guess that he and his sister are trapped in the "world in the painting" controlled by the painter.

As for the "glass", it is either the painting spirit or painting charm that is bred in the painting.

Either that's the painting itself.

Judging from the changes in the surrounding environment, the latter is more likely.

And if Liuli is actually the world itself where everyone is now, then the damage caused to "her" by the fawn team just now may not be anything at all.

It's tricky.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, and that lovely companion of yours. I didn't want to hurt you two, I'm always tolerant of pure and beautiful girls. So, you just have to be caught, why do you have to make such a fuss? Now, the scroll has gone berserk, and you'll all have to suffer a little. ”

The painter's voice rang out clearly from nowhere in the painting, and then he indifferently ordered:

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family can be injured, as for the other girl...... Can be killed! ”

As the painter's order is communicated, the world in the painting becomes even more agitated.

Those heavily colored waves converged and washed, like a wild sea of colorful wind and waves.

Bang!

From all over the world in the painting, countless oil balls rise at the same time.

They are thick and brilliantly colored, constantly making a noise like bubbles rising from boiling water, deadly and dangerous at the same time.

Almost instantly, all the oil balloons moved.

There are many straight lines or arcs of light in the air, but the final goal is exactly the same, all of them are aimed at Shikanoya.

The fawn's heart is full of alarm bells.

However, with the blessing of the Buddha's meditation technique, plus the Bodhi rosary, the white-clothed Guanyin scripture sticker, and the blessing of many props of the holy incense burner, he still barely maintained his state of mind and did not completely mess up.

Whoa——!

The incense burner in his hand was thrown out, and the small and heavy incense burner flew out at a gallop, smashing a gorgeous oil paint water ball on the front.

Tsurumi Aoi beside him also stepped forward and split a water balloon into half of the water balloon that rushed towards the senior sister.

Including sending wolves and Yamiko, they are also doing their best to protect Kanoya.

If it weren't really impossible, the little kappa would even want to stuff the deer house into her turtle shell.

The only thing that struggled to contribute in the audience was the red deer.

The little monster's eyes swirled anxiously in its sockets, searching for its target, but it really couldn't find where the "Liuli" and the painter were now. Without an actual object, there is no way to use the means of control it does best.

Although everyone is trying to fend off the enemy, the world in the painting attacks one after another.

The shattered balloon of oil paint splashes to the ground and quickly reunites.

Further afield, new water balloons will rise.

Such an offensive does not give people any respite at all.

It was as if they were huddled on a small boat, thrown into a sea of wanton turmoil, sometimes pushed to the crest of the waves, and sometimes thrown into the bottomless trough. In this way, he swayed violently in the wind and waves, struggling alone, but he was powerless to resist the terrifying forces around him, and every bump in the surrounding environment seemed to tear everyone apart completely.

Moreover, the attacks in the picture scroll are not just those colorful water balloons.

You can already see in the distance, and the colored dots slowly connect into lines and converge into surfaces.

Several towering, tsunami-like watercolor walls quickly took shape, insurmountable, unstoppable, and seemed to be about to slap towards Luyeya and the others in the next second!

Aragami is really not so easy to deal with and defeat.

In such a situation, the fawns and their deer can no longer find a way to break the situation by their own strength.

And at the moment when the watercolor walls rumbled in, they were gorgeous and treacherous, and only some abrupt music could be heard in the turbulent environment of the ink.

It was the little old man who had been observing the battle situation and blew the shakuhachi.

The music was desolate and powerful, turning from slow to fast, like the footsteps of a horde of monsters skimming over a golden wheat field under the light of the moon.

At the same time as the shakuhachi was blown, from behind Kanoya and the others, a red wide-rimmed sake bowl was turned out.

This inconspicuous bowl stands upright, rolling like a wheel.

The floor was still covered in thick, colorful colors. But the trajectory of the bowl rolling from above is very flexible and unhindered.

And, wherever the red bowl passes, the heavy colors dissipate and turn into a clear water color.

The water trail that was drawn along the way still has the sweet aroma of wine.

Well, this thing is not an ordinary wide-brimmed wine bowl at all, this is the "Star Bear Cup" of the Star Bear Boy.

The Star Bear Cup quickly rolled to Shikanoya's side and slammed it upside down.

Then a large amount of clear liquor gushes out like a fountain, lifting the "Star Bear Cup" into the sky.

From the wine spring, a fair-skinned and delicate palm leaned out lazily, and the slender five fingers held the red wine bowl steadily.

Then, a beautiful female ghost wearing a loose red Tang dress with a single horn on the top of her forehead appeared.

Tsurumi Aoi didn't recognize who this sudden appearance was, and it didn't seem to be the object of a human being.

But Kanoya knew it.

After the master conquered the great rivers and mountains, he followed the great rivers and mountains by the master's side, the star bear boy.

"Sister Star Bear!?"

"Uh-huh, good evening, fawn."

Xingxiong said this, stretching by the way, and seemed to have no consciousness of being in danger at all.

And because of her movements, the crimson Tang clothes on her body staggered, and under the high slit hem, the skin of her thighs that looked quite fleshy and elastic appeared from time to time.

The female ghost king of the Great River Mountain passed a glance towards Kanoya.

The meaning I want to express is a bit complicated, and I don't know if the fawn can understand it.

Roughly -

Don't blame my sister for not coming out to help you in the first place. Your arrogant master is telling me to protect secretly, even if you encounter an unexpected situation, don't show up casually until you have to do it.

Now, of course, this is the last resort.

The fawns really can't beat them.

As he spoke, the watercolor walls had already advanced in front of everyone.

The red "Star Bear Cup" was tossed high by the one-horned female ghost, and a large amount of clear wine rolled out of the wine bowl.

The wave formed by the convergence of these drinks, in terms of momentum alone, is not lost to the oil paint controlled by "Liuli".

The two forces of clarity and heavy color collided like a flood in the space, and the sound was huge, and they collided and eroded each other in a thrilling way.

The violent spatial turmoil shook Shikanoya and the others a little unsteady.

But the star bear standing beside them still looked at ease.

A strange story that has just stepped into the threshold of the Aragami is still too much to see compared to the Aragami who has been enjoying the incense offering in the Ibuki Damyojin Shrine for an unknown amount of time, and the strength is stable and the strength is top-notch.

There is also a gap between Aragami!

Soon, several high walls of oil paint were forced back by the star bear.

And the wave of drinks she controlled did not stop there, but pursued it relentlessly.

More powerful, more powerful and sweeping around.

The two figures of the painter and the "glass" are swept out of the depths of the world in the painting by the tide of wine.

In the surrounding space, all those brilliant colors withered, everything became dull, and the frenzied atmosphere of "glass" was replaced by the pervasive smell of alcohol.

The painter's home field advantage is gone.

Xingxiong held the red wine bowl back into his palm: "Go, fawn, and ...... Well, Tsurumi, right? Don't worry, sister, I'll give you a stir. ”

The one-horned beautiful female ghost still has that calm demeanor.

Actually, she knows it very well.

Kamiyagawa, who loves to worry, is not the only one who has the strength of Aragami left by his two apprentices.

In fact, without the Star Bear Boy explaining more, Shikanoya had already rushed towards the reappeared "Liuli" with his subordinate gods screaming.

Master said that all opportunities that can end the battle must be grasped in time!

Like her senior sister, Tsurumi Aoi also launched an attack on the enemy at the first time.

And her goal is still to be a painter.

At this time, the painter was already soaked with wine, and his gray hair was also scattered.

That artist's temperament is gone, it's more of a mess.

He had already felt a clear intimidation from the one-horned female ghost who suddenly appeared and easily defused the attack of the picture scroll.

Although it is not known what exactly happened.

I don't know why Tsurumi Aoi and the others are protected by such a powerful ghost clan.

But the painter knew that tonight's operation was undoubtedly going to fail.

But he was not reconciled.

He's been preparing for too long.

It's only a little bit away from taking Tsurumi Aoi away and turning her into a real glass.

If he didn't fight to the death at this time, how could he be willing?

So the painter once again clenched the smiling Qingjiang.

On the white stalk, a strange arc of light flashed like a grimace again.

He was just about to raise his smiling face Qingjiang to resist Tsurumi Aoi's fierce attack.

But this time, the body suddenly became heavy for no reason, and even the movements were stiff and sluggish.

Something, without him noticing, climbed into the painter's body!

In his line of sight, Tsurumi Aoi's figure was getting closer and closer to the sharp sword of the red word.

And on that touch of red, there was a light white that had never been seen before.

It seemed to be an origami bird, flying up and down with Tsurumi Aoi, and I could faintly hear the sound of a childish nursery rhyme coming from the paper bird.

The painter, realizing that the situation was not right, suddenly bowed his head.

Seeing his body, he was being hugged tightly by several illusory, child-like humanoid dolls.

The humanoid dolls all grinned, raised their delicate faces, and stared at him innocently from below.

"Let's play, let's play!"

They screamed and laughed, and climbed up and down on the painter's body.

The moment he saw these humanoid dolls, the painter despaired.

Because he had been entangled, and because he was too close, he could feel that the breath on these humanoid dolls was not lost to the "glass in the painting" who had just broken through the level of Aragami!

Tsurumi Aoi, and the Tsurumi family, who has fallen into the middle of the family, why is there so much protection from the Aragami?

And the painter's doubts may never be answered.

The Red Spirits restrained his movements, making him unable to do even the most basic sword-raising defenses.

Tsurumi Aoi rushed in front of him, and a word stabbed straight through his chest.

The sharp blade was blood-stained, and it hummed in his chest.

The crimson death was sent to the painter.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, you ...... Much like her. ”

His vision and consciousness had begun to blur, and the painter finally looked into Tsurumi Aoi's eyes.

Those gloomy but incomparably pure eyes are really like the perfect "Tsurumi Ruri" he imagined.

"I'm not like anyone, I'm myself."

Tsurumi Aoi is Tsurumi Aoi and has never been a substitute for anyone.

She is the daughter of Yoshikoji Temple and an apprentice of Kamiyagawa.

She knows this better than anyone else.

Tsurumi's eyes lit up red, flashing again with a sharp color like a fighting dog with its fangs exposed.

And this kind of sharp eyes will probably never appear in the eyes of the painter's fantasy of "Tsurumi Ruri".

"What a pity......"

The painter muttered.

There was no smile on his face as he neared death.

The corners of his mouth were pressed down, twitching slightly, but the look of pain and distress in his eyes was gone, more sadness, pure sadness.

The painter's right hand hangs down.

Syllable.

The smiling green river fell to the ground, and the metallic sound it emitted was cold and bleak.

Tsurumi heard the senior sister not far away shouting: "Xiaokui, it seems that this place is about to collapse!" Let's go out with Sister Xingxiong and get what we can! ”

Kanoya is worthy of being a disciple of Kamiya River.

He already behaves in the style of a master. (End of chapter)