With the infiltration of the spirit body, Mian Ma opened his eyes again, and he had already come to an endless space.

The space is like a canvas that has been reused countless times, then crumpled into balls and discarded at random.

The white canvas is constantly smeared with paint, and finally it turns into this distorted color.

The entire space is also filled with a disgusting smell of paint.

"This is Kurama Yakumo's spiritual space? It seems that the mental distortion is already beginning to take shape. ”

Mianma looked around, looking at the paintings floating around, thinking in his heart.

Each painting has a different degree of yin power attached to it.

Some paintings with a sunny style are normal, but those paintings with a dark and distorted style make the face numb have a feeling of "blurring the real with fiction".

Kurama Yakumo is perhaps the most talented and talented blood inheritor in the history of the Kurama clan.

The ability of blood inheritance has been sublimated, and there is a bit of the power of yin retreat that creates nothing.

For example, what is drawn on paper will appear in reality, which is the embodiment of the power of yin.

"But it is precisely because of this extreme power of yin that her physical fitness is so weak."

Her body could not carry this great power. On the contrary, it will be squeezed out of the nutrients in the body by the power of yin retreat, resulting in oppression.

Face Mahjong moved his gaze to the figure on the stone platform.

Kurama Yakumo didn't seem to feel his uninvited arrival at all, and with a paintbrush in his right hand, he aimlessly painted blue sky, white clouds, streams, and so on, painting everything that could calm her mind.

But the more he painted, the more he felt a devastating agitation in Kurama Yakumo's heart.

"How ugly this painting is, it might as well be ruined with one stroke!"

A hoarse and low voice seemed to ring in his ears, and Kurama Yakumo's hand holding the paintbrush paused, falling into hesitation.

One stroke, ruined ......

And just as her breath was getting shorter, and the brush was about to fall with a wave of her brush.

"Are you really fragile and sensitive because you are carrying too many people's expectations?"

A deep voice came, and the lamenting tone instantly interrupted Yakumo's strange state.

"You ......"

Kurama Yakumo was startled, got up and turned back.

was about to question the person behind her, but suddenly found that her body seemed to be heavy, and she couldn't move at all.

And those bottomless blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, kept magnifying and magnifying in Kurama Yakumo's eyes until they occupied all her vision.

"What a poor child."

At this moment, Yakumo felt the warm palm touch the top of his head, and an inexplicable smell dispelled the stench of paint that he had long been accustomed to.

When Kurama Yakumo came back to his senses, there was only a strange figure in black clothes and black hair wearing a mask in front of him.

Only those dark blue eyes, shimmering in this gloomy space.

"Who are you?"

Kurama Yakumo slapped away the palm that was caressing the top of his head, and took a step back to look at Mi Ma vigilantly.

"You want to be a ninja?"

“…… What? ”

Yakumo was stunned when he heard this, and then he cast a resentful look at him.

There is no doubt that the problem of facial numbness poked her sore spot.

The conversation between her parents and Sunset Red just now, she actually listened to it the whole time.

Born weak, there is a good chance that he will not be able to become a ninja......

Kurama Yakumo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his sharp nails almost digging into his palms.

Anger, jealousy, resentment, and other negative emotions rolled in her heart.

"I can turn illusions into real, as long as you want, whether it's a strong body, or a clever secret art, or even this world, you can have it!"

The gloomy and crazy voice reappeared, a sense of power that had never been felt before filled the heart, and the body became full of vitality and vitality.

This overly real sense of power made Kurama Yakumo intoxicated, and his consciousness gradually blurred under this sense of power

There must be something deep inside that wants to break through the confinement.

The mist-like thing in the mental space was constantly clinging to her.

The black hair gradually turned white, the nails gradually grew, the face gradually became hideous, and the two ghost horns on the top of the head were about to grow.

"You want to snatch the person I fancy in front of me?"

Miaoma stretched out his palm and stroked it on the top of Yakumo's head: "Can you do it?" It's up to you. ”

A pair of eyes shimmered, opposite Yakumo's eyes.

And when his eyes froze.

Yakumo, who fell into a strange state, was instantly struck by lightning, and the blood all over his body seemed to coagulate, and his heart was beating wildly.

In front of her numb eyes, everything about her seemed to have nothing to hide, and even her soul had nowhere to escape.

"Ahh Damn guys!! ”

And the "monster" who was also hidden in her heart screamed directly, and her tone was terrified.

Using his spiritual power to probe into Yakumo's mind, the face of Ma naturally saw the ugly monster as well.

Suddenly he said with some disgust: "It's really ugly." ”

"A sub-personality who has absorbed negative emotions and blood inheritance ability, but also dares to claim to be the master of the world?"

Yakumo's bloodline can be said to be the strongest in the history of the Kurama clan, and can transform the unreal into reality.

Yakumo was at a sensitive age, and when he heard the "words" of the sunset, under his unwillingness and resentment, the imperfectly controllable blood inheritance began to play a role, and he created this spiritual monster out of thin air.

This is just one of the products of her blood-inherited ability, which she has created in her subconscious, longing for another self without scruples.

"The easiest solution now is to merge the two personalities back into one, but now it seems that Yakumo is afraid that Yakumo will be consumed by the product of this negative emotion."

This monster contains a part that Yakumo aspires to be and have.

For example, strength, and courage.

Kurama Yakumo's cloak was scattered, like a madness, and a crazy roar came from Yakumo's mouth, dull and low.

Yakumo's body also changed, spikes sticking out from his skull and limbs, and his ghost-like face was revealed in front of him.

"Die!" Yakumo drank vigorously.

The whole space seemed to have changed, becoming blurry and dense, and there were strange claws sticking out, binding the face numbness.

A large amount of kunai also appeared strangely, and it looked like it was about to be nailed to the face of the hemp.

"No one can kill me Ido!!"

"Is your name Ido?"

There was a hint of interest in his eyes, and at the same time, he violently magnified the input of spiritual power.

This kind of power is enough to completely destroy Yakumo and Ido.

Frightened, Ido instinctively chose to retract into Yakumo's heart.

Yakumo fell to his knees with fear still on his face: "I see it, another me, Ido ......"

She watched as the face approached her.

"Very well, it seems that the so-called monster also knows what fear is."