Ghost Slayer: The King of Ghosts Walking with the World

Facing the sudden wind-up, Komaji and the others' expressions became incomparably solemn.

After years of investigation by Komaji and the others, they also collected seven to eighty-eight pieces of information about the Twelve Ghost Moons, and all of them came here except for one of the top strings, Black Death Mou.

Tong Mo looked at one of the Shangxian with a surprised expression: "I didn't expect you to come, Fu Sanggui, I thought you hated me~"

Fu Sanggui, with the three of the upper strings engraved on his eyes, dressed in white mourning clothes, and with a single horn on his head, snorted coldly: "Hmph, if it wasn't for the order of Lord Wu Mi, you thought I would come to your dirty place ?”

Tong Mo put his hand on Fu Sanggui's shoulder: "Sure enough, Fu Sanggui, do you really mind if you didn't defeat me in the bloody battle of changing positions? Don't be angry. I'm tired of it anyway. How about I put the second string on the string?" Give it to you? I also want to try what it is like to be the third of the first string."

"You bastard!" Fu Sanggui slapped Tong Mo's hand off angrily, and then glared at Tong Mo, "If it wasn't for the uselessness of my blood ghost technique for you, an alien without any emotion, you would think you were mine. Opponent?!"

With a swollen forehead, two horns growing on his head, and a face like that of an old man like Wisdom, the fourth half-tengu who looked very timid said timidly:
"Stop arguing, both of you. Although I'm scared, this time Lord Wu Mi issued an order to let us deal with them here. Now it's five-on-four, and we're the banker. The luck of the cards has already tilted towards us."

"I can't wait to dig out their bones and grind them into ashes to decorate my pot!" A white body with yellow eyes, green lips, purple fins on the top of the head, and a winding body hidden in the pot The fifth jade pot said cruelly.

The other Shangxian Six, who looked like an ordinary child, was different from the noisy other ghosts, and stayed behind everyone in a daze, silent.

Komaji sneered and said with a smile: "Heh, you thought we'd be settled for this? It's been a long time since I fought to my heart's content."

Komaji shouted loudly: "The technique is unfolding!"

A snowflake formation with twelve corners appeared at Komaji's feet, and he taunted: "You guys have to hold on, don't make me feel bored!"

Komaji rushed to Fusangki who was closest to him, "So-ryu technique · sabotage · broken style · many leaves Shinryu!"

Komaji slammed the fist from top to bottom, the impact caused the ground to shatter like leaf patterns, and Fusanggui was thrown flying.

And Komaji's feet exploded, and he quickly followed the Fusanggui who was thrown into the air, and hit him continuously.

"Ah, is Mr. Komaji so eager? I have to find an opponent as soon as possible, or I will be snatched away by Mr. Komaji. Blood Ghost Art Flying Blood Scythe!"

Immediately after, Taro the prostitute took out the blood sickle and swung the blood-thin blade at Ban Tiangou.

Yuhu looked at Xiaomei sadly: "I can't wait to sew your bones onto my pot, blood ghost technique, blood prison bowl!"

The jade pot poured water on Xiaomei with a wave-patterned pot.

"Blood Ghost Art · Eightfold Belt Slash"

Xiaomei released several silks and satins from her body to cover all the water splashed by the jade pot, and then used the silks and satins to block the path of the jade pot, and the sharp edge of the silk and satin cut towards the jade pot.

The jade pot retracted its head into the pot, Xiaomei's silk and satin were cut on the pot, there was no scar on the pot, it was still as clean as new.

"Blood ghost art, octopus hell!"

Yuhu poked its head out of the pot, summoned a giant octopus the size of a house, and fought with Xiaomei.

The tentacles of the octopus are soft and flexible, and Xiaomei's silk and satin are as sharp as a blade, cutting off the tentacles of the octopus in no time.

Xiaomei can only defend passively against the attacks of the octopus and the jade pot.

Komaji, the hooker Taro and Mei have found their match.

Now only Tong Mo and Shangxian Qi, who have been staying behind, are left on the court.

Tong Mo showed a habitual smirk, and asked the child-like winding six beside him: "Jian Tong, aren't you going?"

Shangxianzhi Liu, who was called Jian Tong by Tong Mo, did not answer Tong Mo, but looked at Tong Mo dully with stupid eyes, and then took a small step back.

Tong Mo seemed to have nothing to do with Jiantong, and said helplessly, "Oh, you are still so timid."

Tong Mo shook the pair of fans in his hand, and looked at the Butterfly sisters behind Lianxue: "I like you two very much, it would be great if no one disturbed us, even if you are facing me with swords and swords, I will still I haven't given up on you yet, come on, be a part of me."

Lianxue stood in front of the Butterfly sisters, and warned: "Take care to protect yourselves, I'm going to fight too!"

"Blood ghost art · snow abuse ice gluttony!" Dozens of spiked ice crystal spheres appeared in front of Lianxue, galloping towards Tong Mo.

"Blood Ghost Art: Xuandong Icicle!"

Tong Mo made icicles and collided with Lianxue's ice crystal spheres. Under the interaction, Tong Mo's icicles and Lianxue's ice crystal spikes canceled each other out and turned into ice chips floating in the air.

On the top of the mountain of the Bliss Cult of the World, the battle between ghosts and ghosts has officially begun, and the battle is very stalemate.

Fusangki, who fought against Komaji, has the ability to control hallucinations.

"Suliu Technique · Destructive Kill · Chaotic Style!"

Komaji, who was about to rush towards Fusangki and launch a violent blow, saw Fusangki turning into Lianxue.

Facing his lover, Komaji's fist subconsciously stopped.

By the time Komaji realizes that the snow in front of him is an illusion, it is too late.

Fusangki's right hand pierced Komaji's left chest.

Fu Sanggui said with a sinister smile: "Let me guess, what you saw just now should be the woman who is fighting that bastard Tong Mo right now?"

Komaji's eyes were filled with an uncontrollable anger.

"Suliu technique, destruction and killing, empty style!"

Komaji pointed his fist at Fusangki in front of him, and quickly hit six consecutive blows at a speed that was too fast to see clearly.

But Komaji found that there was no punch to the flesh, but it was like punching into the air.

When Komaji looked at Fusangki again, Fusangki's figure had already appeared in the distance.

Komaji glared at Fusanggui with grinning eyes, but Fusanggui laughed morbidly in the face of Komaji's anger: "Hahaha, yes, that's the expression! It's so pleasing! Playing around I am a person with a lot of heart, but I am most looking forward to the change of your mood!"

"Suliu Technique · Destruction Kill · Foot Style · Flashing Group of Lights!"

The angry Komaji rushed to Fusangki again, kicking Fusangki's body quickly and violently several times with one foot.

But Komaji's eyes blurred again, and the Fusangki in front of him turned into a prostitute Taro.

The prostitute Taro, who had been suppressing the "anger" and "happy" two emotional clones of the dog's division for a long time, was suddenly attacked by Komaji's unreserved flashes of light.

In desperation, the prostitute Taro can only temporarily give up the pursuit of the half-ten dog clone and turn to resist Komaji's attack.

The prostitute Taro raised his soft, broken arms and shook them towards Komaji: "Mr. Komaji, if you are not satisfied with your current opponent, you don't have to hit me, but it hurts."

The hooker Taro's hands were broken in an instant when he resisted Komaji's kick, but they healed themselves the next moment.

Komaji grimaced and said, "Sorry."

Taro the prostitute wanted to have a few more words with Komaji, but the third emotional avatar 'Kongxi' who was split by the dog for a long time had already launched a blood ghost technique on Taro the prostitute.

"Blood Ghost Art - Ringing!"

Bantiangou's 'Kongxi' avatar sent out a destructive sound wave towards the prostitute Taro from its mouth. Wherever the sound wave went, the ground was turned over by the powerful impact.

"Blood ghost art - arc jumping!"

The whore Taro let the blood slashes surround his whole body for a comprehensive defense, resisting the impact of the sound waves.

Although the prostitute Taro resisted the impact of the sound waves, the prostitute Taro's ears were still injured and blood flowed out.

But Taro the prostitute didn't care about this little injury, and rushed forward again, fighting with Ban Tiangou's emotional clone.