Osaka.

Roaring explosions rang out throughout the ruins, and the black sun suspended above the throne was frantically killing the approaching corpse beasts.

But at this moment, the number of corpse beasts surrounded from all over the "human circle" has soared to a terrifying point, standing in the center of Osaka and looking around, there are giant corpse beasts swarming in all directions, and a rough count, there are as many as seventy or eighty!

In the group of corpse beasts, Baili Chubby, who was covered in treasure light, smashed the head of a corpse beast, stood in place and gasped for breath, he glanced at the wall of corpse beasts that was approaching around him, and his face was ugly.

"Grandma, why are there so many monsters in this group?"

He turned his head and shouted not far away: "Lao Cao! You okay?! ”

At this moment, the mad demon Cao Yuan, who had been surrounded by three corpse beasts, was rapidly dodging their attacks, and his body was so fast that he dragged out the afterimage, but he still couldn't get rid of it.

Baili Chubby gritted his teeth and was about to go to support, when a figure dragged a large number of ice threads down from the sky, cutting one of the corpse beasts into pieces.

"Qingyu!" Baili Chubby's eyes lit up when he saw that person, but he saw that the other party was not carrying the familiar black coffin behind him, and he couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "What about Sister Jiang Er?" ”

"These corpse beasts don't have self-awareness, they don't have a brain magnetic field, Jiang Er's ability is ineffective against them, so I'll leave her in that array." An Qingyu opened his mouth to explain.

Smack——!

At the same time, a crisp snap of fingers came, and a raging storm of flames instantly swept behind Baili Chubby, obliterating a corpse beast that was about to sneak attack him.

Shen Qingzhu drove the golden sword shadow, holding the black [Soul Breaking Knife] in his hand, standing high in the sky, his eyes swept around, and he said with a solemn expression:

"Don't let your guard down, there are more and more of these things, and our situation is getting more and more dangerous."

"When is this going to be a head?" Baili Chubby rubbed his ears, as if he wanted to rub his head out of those roars that sounded one after another, and said bitterly, "If it goes on like this, we won't be able to last long......"

An Qingyu pushed his glasses and didn't answer, just silently raised his head and looked at the Iron Throne in the sky in the distance.

Lin Qiye, who was sitting on the throne and suppressing the extremely vicious riot, frowned slightly.

He could clearly feel that those who had been suppressed by the [Tyrant's Wrath] on the ground, although their bodies could not move and could not cause harm to others, some of them had actually begun to harm themselves.

Their scarlet eyes and their foreheads slammed into the ground, their bloodstains soaking the ground, their expressions fierce and frenzied.

There are also people who grit their own teeth, and the fragments of broken teeth mixed with blood drip from the corners of their mouths, and the muscles on their bodies bulge little by little, and they use all their strength to tear the muscles to stand up at the cost of damaging their bodies.

These people who have completely lost their minds and become beasts, although they are very small, hide a vital message.

[Tyrant's Wrath] could not contain the utterly crazy crowd.

If this continues, as the Red Moon pollution gradually penetrates the Eight Mirrors, there will still be casualties among the crowd, and they will continue to expand.

This "human circle" is almost at its limit......

……

At the foot of Mt. Fuji.

Shota Hoshimi hugged Takehime in his arms, half-kneeling in a pool of blood, and fell into a stupor.

"Reincarnation ......," he muttered.

Wu Ji stretched out the only remaining palm and gently grabbed the back of Shota Hoshimi's hand, the vermilion feather weaving had completely merged with the pool of blood under her, she said with a smile:

"You and I have been associated for hundreds of years, and every time you are reincarnated, I will watch you be born, grow up, and wait until the right time to appear by your side again.

I know that although I am flesh and blood, I am essentially just a sword of calamity...... But so what?

Before I was born, I was your beloved wife, turned into a knife soul, and I can still be your only whim, hold an umbrella for you, and kill people for you.

Shota,

I'll always ...... It's all your own [Wu Ji]. ”

Hoshimi Shota looked at the face that was gradually pale, suddenly came back to his senses, and hugged her tightly in his arms,

"Now is not the time to say anything about reincarnation! You say these words now as if you were leaving a last word! Shota Hoshimi's hands were stained with Takehime's blood, and he kept shaking his head, "You won't die, you are the soul of the Wotsu Sword, as long as this knife is still there, you won't die!" ”

As if remembering something, he looked up at the ancient hara-shiki not far away, and shouted:

"Furuhara! Isn't your [Divine Concealment] able to repair other calamities? Help her! ”

Furuhara Yoshiki patted the handle of the [Shen Yin] knife, and an old man floated out like smoke, it was the sword soul of this Katsu knife, that is, the only human being involved in the forging process of the Nine Swords of Katsu, Gu Yue Yugui.

Gu Yue Yugui looked at Wu Ji in Hoshimi Shota's arms with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke:

"She's not going to die...... However, this body could not be saved. ”

"What do you mean?" Shota Hoshimi was stunned.

"A normal calamity sword soul will not have a physical body." Gu Yue Yugui slowly spoke, "It takes a lot of time and strength to condense the physical body, even if it is the Nine Swords of Wojin, not every one of them has this ability, only Wu Ji has done this."

When this body of hers dies, she will revert to the void sword soul and return to the Evil Sword, and after a period of nourishment, she will awaken. ”

Hearing this, Shota Hoshimi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "So, she's going to be fine?" ”

"Well, it's just that this way, she won't be able to leave the Kazu sword body anymore, and she won't be able to be by your side like before." Gu Yue Yugui slowly spoke, "Although we sword souls are immortal and immortal, the price is that we will never be truly free.

Unless ......"

"Unless what?"

Gu Yue Yugui shook his head and did not speak.

"Unless, the blade and the soul of the knife are actively separated."

Another voice came from a distance, and Amamiya Haruki staggered up from the ground, bowed his head and coughed a few times, "Only in this way can the sword soul get rid of the smelted blade cage and return to freedom......"

"Amemiya? Are you okay? ”

"It's fine." Amamiya Qinghui took a deep breath, his body covered with scars, and slowly walked to the wooden box on the ground, and looked up at the reddening sky,

"We're running out of time......"

He muttered to himself.

Amamiya Haruki glanced at Yuzuri Takibai, who was fighting with the corpse god in the distance, and a decisive look appeared in his eyes, and he slashed his palm with his blade, and scarlet blood flowed down.

He stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the Kazu knife in the wooden box......