The moment he stepped over the half-abandoned torii, Yumo could clearly feel that the atmosphere around him was completely different from just now.

This was once the place where the "Divine Domain" existed, and although it is not known which god was enshrined, it is clear that some kind of aura once remained here.

Perhaps because of this, the number of ghosts here is significantly lower than outside.

The problem is that the ghosts that can resist the influence of the power of the former gods and step into this deserted shrine area are all truly powerful ghosts.

Ghost lanterns, ghost fires, ghouls and the like don't even have the qualifications to step here.

Large ghosts such as cow ghosts and pig ghosts appear sporadically on the stairs leading to the shrine.

The closer you get to the end of the shrine stairs, the higher the level of the ghosts that appear and the better the equipment on your body.

"Whew...... Woohoo......"

"Whew...... Woohoo......"

"Moo!"

The bull ghosts, who were tall and began to have obvious ill-fitting bone armor on their bodies, stopped before Ximo.

"Stairway to Hell......"

Ximo clenched the wood knife in his hand, which had become more and more inferior due to the continuous slashing of ghosts, and it was really a fatal problem that the Celestial Spider Crystal Sword could not be used at this time.

On the other hand, a certain sound echoing in my ears became clearer and clearer.

The sound was at the end of the staircase, in the shrine that looked like it had been on fire.

"If you're scared, close your eyes."

"Believe me, our path will not end here."

"I'm going to ...... Fight your way out! ”

Ximo's eyes were still cold and ruthless, even if he encountered such a desperate situation, he couldn't stop him from achieving his goal.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

Believe in your bloodline as the son of Tianxiang, and believe in the ghost eyes you have transformed at this moment.

"Hmmm......"

"I believe you ......"

"We're ...... together Living and dying together......"

Chu Shi obediently closed his eyes and clinged to Ximo's back.

Through the ghost in the ghost's white bone banner, she can actually see Ximo's current bad situation.

Underneath the torii gate of the shrine are a number of ghosts that are gathering over time.

Even if Ximo kills and kills, the number of these ghosts that come out of the ordinary world has not decreased in the slightest, but there is a trend of more and more.

Above the torii, on the steps of the shrine where there is still a little bit of the aura of the gods, are the strongest ghosts in this group of ghosts.

Cow ghosts, pig ghosts, and a large red ghost at the end of the stairs with only half of its body exposed, and some kind of hoodoo is hidden in the shrine that has been burned to the ground.

Forward is hell, and backward is hell.

He is the only one she can rely on and believe.

No matter how desperate the situation is, he has not wavered at all, and he is the one who leads her forward.

This person is special.

It's really nice to meet him.

I want to move forward with this person.

Even if it is death, I want to die under this man's sword.

This is the only choice that I can make by my own will.

So, move on!

"Come on, Ximo."

The devil girl, who was still too weak, whispered softly behind Ximo.

"Drain and drain!"

I don't know when, there was a cold rain in the air, mixed with the smell of the dead, freezing rain.

In the case of human beings, the hypothermia caused by the rain alone and the harsh environment itself are almost dead.

Not to mention, he is still in a state of serious injury, and he has to carry a devil girl to fight.

"Shhh

Using silver silk threads to tie the bloodstained firewood knife with his own hands, Ximo's eyes are like jewels in a deep lake, reflecting this very rational scenery of the Yellow Springs world.

Kill!

Without too many words, without even glancing at the black and oppressive ghosts behind him, Ximo entered the former divine domain.

"Eat!!"

"Eat!"

"Eat him!

The bull ghosts in white bone armor were excited.

Most of them have irregular weapons made of white bones, mainly axes and hammers, which are the style of heavy warriors who completely exert their own strength to the maximum.

This is the advanced route of the bull ghost, the more white bone armor the cow ghost has all over the body, the better the weapon.

The materials that make up these bone armors are the essence of all kinds of corpses that they have eaten away.

In other words, the better equipped the cow ghost, the more people will eat!

"Shhhh

Ximo's wood knife slashed through the neck of one of the cow ghosts, but it couldn't tear the flesh of the cow ghost as instantly as when he strangled those low-level ghosts.

This is the gap between the inferior ghosts and the elite ghosts, and Ximo's chai knife can no longer have the lethality of one hit in the face of these bull ghosts who dare to invade the divine domain.

Silver-white silk threads wrapped around the cow ghost's neck, and Yumo was pulled by Yumo with his own weight to the towering tree next to the shrine stairs.

"Whew!"

The hanging cow ghost desperately tugged at the silk threads that wrapped around his neck, trying to break the seemingly transparent silk threads with brute force.

Unfortunately, he misjudged the material of the silver threads.

This is the raw material used by Ximo to weave and weave cloth with the help of his own synchronization rate when it was still about 12 percent, and the same style as the Heavenly Spider Crystal Sword comes from the genuine Tianxiang bloodline.

It is also the only material that he can still use in this Huangquan world.

Before he could summon the Celestial Spider Crystal Sword, this silver spider silk was the most convenient assassination tool he used.

Whether it's setting traps or using the technique of pulling silk to get the seriously injured self moving, these silver threads are very useful.

"Boom!"

As the neck of the cow ghost was torn off by Yumo, the rest of the cow ghosts finally rushed up.

"First head!"

After killing the first bull ghost, Ximo chose to face all the big ghosts who dared to rush towards him.

You can't escape!

There's no place to go back!

Only, Kill!

The silver silk threads were constantly flying, and occasionally with the cold light of the wood knife, Ximo fell into the most difficult battle since he came to the Yellow Springs World.

The bull ghosts and pig ghosts wearing white bone armor are far stronger than those inferior ghosts, not only the strength of their flesh is amazing, but they have also learned the tactics of forming groups in groups.

Even if Ximo wrapped one of them with silver threads, the rest would kill them without care.

On the battlefield, these bull ghosts and pig ghosts are all first-class peerless generals, the kind that can ride a thousand.

Due to the excessive use of silver silk threads, the palms of his hands were also strangled with blood marks under the reaction of force.

The constant use of the power of the ghost eye also caused his vision to fall into a state of near-complete black vision for a while.

In the eyes, there are only two colors: red and black.

The red one is the color of blood.

Black, is the color of death.

Corpses were everywhere, and the corpses of cow ghosts and pig ghosts fell horizontally on the blood-stained stairs.

Only the big red ghost at the end of the stairs was still drinking indifferently, and seemed to care nothing about the death of these cow ghosts and pig ghosts.

Ximo, whose whole body was stained red with blood, pressed his red-hot ghost eye with one hand, and the firewood knife tied up on the other hand was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered.

This firewood knife, made of nothing more than ordinary agricultural iron, has already exceeded its task, killing dozens of elite ghosts.

"It smells like blood."

"Such an occasion is worthy of a feast!"

"Don't you think so, half-ghost."

Even the big ghost with red hair took out the wine gourd behind his back and threw it to Yumo.

"Tell me your name, you are qualified to be one of my Zhu Ghost Boy's collections."

"I, the Zhu Ghost Boy, one of the descendants of the Great Ghost God Wine Swallowing Boy, the future ghost god."

"Only humans and ghosts that are strong enough are eligible to be my collectibles."

"Look, this necklace, every head is a legend."

The Zhu Ghost Boy ostentatiously raised his necklace, which was a human head necklace made of the heads of creatures of different races.

These air-dried heads, both human and ghostly, each exuded an astonishing spiritual pressure.

"This is the head of a human sword saint, he is one of the descendants of the Kamiizumi family, and he is almost at the peak of pure swordsmanship, and he is one of the very few sword saints who have injured me."

The Zhu Ghost Boy touched his neck, and the sword mark left there was the remaining battle record of this human sword saint.

"This is an onmyoji of the Tuyumen family, who wants to recover me as his Shikigami, well, you also saw the result."

"This is one of my brothers' Red Ghost Boy, who tried to eat me, but I killed him."

"It's just the child of the big demon girl who won the bird, and that's a good fight."

Almost every skull corresponds to the life, as well as the damage caused to himself, the Zhu Ghost Boy is like a treasure.

It can be seen that the ghost thing named Zhu Ghost Boy is really proud of his collection.

"The son of the great ghost god wine swallowing boy, the Zhu ghost boy."

"This ...... This is the truly terrifying son of the gods! ”

Chu Shi, who had been closing his eyes, finally couldn't help but open his eyes and looked at the Zhu Ghost Boy opposite with fear and uneasiness.

In terms of human aesthetic standards, Zhu Ghost Boy can even be called a beautiful man.

He is about two meters five tall, with red hair that burns like flames, three huge ghost horns on his forehead, and divine iron armor on his body that is not at all comparable to white bone armor.

Obviously, this is a ghost thing of a completely different rank from those big ghosts such as cow ghosts and pig ghosts, and the children of real ghosts and gods.

"The devil of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother God, as a devil, will be eaten by inferior ghosts, it is really a shame for a devil."

"You're not qualified to be my opponent, get out."

Zhu Ghost Boy looked at the junior tenth behind Ximo disdainfully, and the junior tenth who lost his limbs and was barely breathing was a waste in his eyes.

is also one of the devils of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother God, how can he get mixed up to this point.

"She's not as weak as you seem."

Ximo took the wine gourd thrown by the Zhu Ghost Boy without any scruples, and drank the wine in a big gulp.

Obviously, the arrogant Zhu Ghost Boy didn't do anything in the wine, this is really good wine, but if the physique is not enough, he will get drunk to death in one or two sips.

"You're good."

"If we can get rid of all the human parts, we should be able to go further."

"It's strange, why do you only have one ghost eye?"

"It is the most suitable choice for you to let the power of the Yellow Spring completely erode your whole body and turn into a 100% ghost."

"What's the need to deliberately maintain the essence of that part of humanity?"

For the Zhu Ghost Boy, who was born in a prominent background, his father was a famous big ghost god wine swallowing boy, and his mother was also a top monster mirage, it was difficult to understand why Ximo still had to maintain a part of his human body.

Humans are such creatures, but they are very weak, and only a very small number of gifted humans can use human bodies to drive Shikjin to fight.

Those human beings who are called "Onmyoji" are the ceiling of this Huangquan world, but even so, they are still nothing compared to the real ghosts and gods.

"That's because...... The world is big...... Humans are also nowhere near as weak as you might think. ”

Ximo is also aware of the limitations of the human body, but this is not a reason to completely accept the erosion of the power of Huangquan and completely turn into a ghost.

There are some things that can only be done by maintaining the essence of "human".

"I can't figure out what's going on in your head."

"Give you a quarter of an hour's rest to recuperate."

"Kill the strongest of you, and you will be worthy of my loot."

"Oh, be careful, it's best not to touch the things inside the shrine."

"That guy is more evil than me."

The vermilion ghost boy shrugged his shoulders, stretched his waist, and closed his eyes under the big tree of the shrine.

That feeling of calmness and unhurriedness, as well as the oppressive force that emanated invisibly, made Ximo feel that this battle would never be easy.

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

After drinking a few more gulps of the liquor in the gourd of the Zhu Ghost Boy Wine, Ximo wiped his mouth and stood in front of the abandoned ancient shrine with Chu Shi and her ghost white bone flag.

Feel it, the voice that has been trying to call out to him since he came into this world.

So close at hand, yet so far away.

It was clear that they had all been burned to the ground, but the sound of the sword became clearer and clearer.

So, you've been making a noise out of me?

It was you who brought me to this shrine, killed me from that staircase, and also met the Zhu Ghost Boy?

So, let me see who you really are!

In the hazy mist, Ximo faintly saw a huge figure.

The man, who was more than eight feet tall and seemed to have two pairs of arms, was gazing at the ruins of the Yellow Springs where Ximo was from the far side.

It's you?

Who are you?

Why, in this world of the Yellow Springs Mirror, is calling to me?

The moment you step into the ruins of the shrine, the breath of the evening ink and the first ten disappears from this world.

The Zhu Ghost Boy under the tree recalled his wine gourd, took a few gulps, and looked at the hidden Ximo and the first ten with speechless eyes.

"It's really terrible, I said don't break the taboo."

"Humans, if they don't die, they won't die."