……

Thump!

The headless body of the jade pot fell to the ground weakly, Tanjuro ignored it, holding the wedge pill and running in the direction of the half-tengu again.

"Ahh Just human! How dare you! ”

Muddy land.

The head of the jade pot lay down, stretched out his little hand, and tried to support himself to get up, he looked at the night sky, two tongues spit out of his mouth, and shouted in a panic:

"I'm not going to die!"

Creak...

The pale skull began to swell irregularly, and the hypertrophic granulations gradually accumulated and turned into sarcomas.

"That's right! That's right!! ”

The jade pot twisted its head violently, and the new flesh sprouts struggled to bulge the small bag at the break in the neck, and the pupils slid as if grasping at a life-saving straw:

"Black Death! His Excellency Black Death is still around here! ”

- Your Excellency Black Death Mou can also contact Lord Wumiao!

"Just a little bit of the blood of a miserable adult! I'll be able to live! ”

He was on the verge of death, and he was completely out of reason, and began to shout in a panic:

"Help me! Your Excellency Black Death! Save..."

didn't wait for him to speak.

Swish!

A few small arcs of the moon were fleeting in the head of the jade pot.

Poof! Blood splattered, and the jade pot, which was already only a head, was directly split at this moment, turning into a few pieces of minced meat.

"Save ......"

Hoarse syllables emanating from the cracked green lips.

Sand...

Traces of ash began to spread.

……

……

Meanwhile.

Afar.

Somewhere in a castle town.

Swish! Swish!

"Found it."

The figure in the peach-colored shirt jumped from building to building, his golden eyes paying attention to the porcelain pots that remained on the ground.

In the golden eyes, there is a black font engraved with [贰].

Smack.

He landed on tiptoe in front of a pot, his body leaning slightly from the fall, his eyes lowered, and his fists clenched:

“… Thirty-fourth pot. ”

After he was rumored to be out of Infinite City, he rushed to the station of the jade pot as soon as possible.

And along the way, I found the pot left behind by the advance of the jade pot.

However, after he searched for so many pots, he did not find any information about the "intelligence" mentioned by the jade pot.

Just when I wanted to raise my head and continue to follow the trajectory of the pot.

Suddenly.

Sand...

A wisp of charred ash rose from under his eyes.

“？！” His pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly looked down at the porcelain pot, which was now showing scorched marks on the patterned pot.

Smack.

He subconsciously reached out and picked up the porcelain pot on the ground and held the neck.

Different from the touch of the past, the current pot has a thin porcelain wall like a piece of paper.

Yi Woza knows the personality of the jade pot, and the jade pot that claims to be an artist will never destroy the pot he made.

Even if leaving the pot would reveal his whereabouts, he would put it on the ground as if it were showing off.

Now, the pot is turning into ashes and gradually disappearing, and there is only one possibility.

"Dead?" His face grew gloomy.

Creak...

The green tendons spread on the back of the nest, and they clinged to his neck viciously, and he watched angrily as the porcelain pot in his hand gradually turned into ashes:

"Shh

Bang!

With a frustrated punch, he slammed into the building next to him, and the stone walls were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks:

"Useless guy!"

……

……

Forging Knife Village.

In the forest.

Taking advantage of the sorrowful Mingyu to travel and consume the void of the abhorrent sky.

Stomp, stomp!

Tanjuro held the wedge pill in his hand and ran wildly towards the body of the half-tengu.

Suddenly.

"Hiss——!" Tanjuro took a sharp breath, and he felt a darkness in front of him, and a familiar feeling of weakness welled up in his heart.

- Exhausted!

The blood on his face quickly turned pale.

After experiencing the fight with the Black Death Mou, as well as using thunder and lightning to return, and then killing the jade pot.

The power of resurrection that burned last time was finally exhausted.

It's because of the memory of the last battle, the consumption of the power of resurrection is far smaller than Tanjuro imagined.

When he opened his eyes, the two pieces that lit up in his body were reborn, and the other one quickly burned to the bottom.

No wonder, I couldn't catch up with that guy after running for a while just now.

"Whew..."After gasping slightly, Tanjuro's complexion improved again.

After staggering two steps.

Tanjuro's refocused vision quickly spotted the main body where the half-tengu had fled into the distance.

This distance...

He felt the renewed power surging within him.

Click.

Tanjuro stepped out of his legs and pulled the blade open, aiming the blade forward, and the whole person was as tense as an arrow from a bow.

The wedge pill in his hand was clenched, and the palm of his hand rubbed against the fish shark skin of the handle of the knife, and he was slightly charged.

- Zheng!

A dazzling sword glow condenses from the blade to the tip of the knife.

[Stunt: Giant Ninja Lunge: Change]

"Shhh

[Breath of the Sun]

The sound of the soles of his feet crazing the ground was clearly audible, and he jerked over.

Whoosh –

The surrounding woods retreated rapidly!

He was like an arrow from the string, the blade broke through the night, the corners of his mouth overflowed with white steam, and he rushed straight towards the fleeing "cowardly" ghost!

……

Distance.

Da Da!!

The cowardly ghost is running wildly in a panic, and he has the agility of a mouse the size of a mouse.

"The jade pot is dead! No miserable adults can't be contacted! ”

He was anxiously muttering to himself, his red eyes were about to cry: "What should I do!" What to do! ”

Half a day dog at this moment, in his heart, he regretted that he came to the Forging Sword Village with the jade pot to act.

The reckless and arrogant guy of the jade pot, why wouldn't he be a little more careful like him?!

and—

- Why! Why are there such powerful humans!

The cowardly ghost who had already run a distance sensed the breath behind him.

"Shake it off, shake it off?"

He bit his mouth, his voice shrill and trembling, and glanced cautiously sideways as he ran.

Outcome.

Swish!

Tanjuro, who had just been thrown away, had already rushed up in an instant!

"Ho-ho!!" The cowardly suddenly screamed in fright, and he looked at the blade that was pointing directly at him and approaching his neck:

"Don't!"

The voice was so miserable that those who didn't know thought he was the victim.

While!

Sparks erupt where the blade comes into contact with the skin.

The thrusting wedge stabbed hard into the coward's neck, but the condensed skin was unusually hard.

With the blessing of the sword, the wedge pill slowly embedded itself in the neck of the cowardly ghost.

It seems that the mood of cowardice is taken to the extreme.

"Why!" The voice of the cowardly ghost grew indignant, and he roared and shouted, and his weak body suddenly bowed.

Tanjuro pressed the knife in his hand as he looked at the cowardly ghost and the last red dot on his head.

A frown jumped.

- Are you going to become a hater?

Hate ghosts are the last form of Bantengu's protective body.

Meanwhile.

"Stove door!"

The voice of Grief Mingyu came from the other side of the forest, and his deep voice echoed in the forest:

"The splinter I'm facing is gone!"

"Be careful!"

(End of chapter)