Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The so-called Sukuna ghost is an evil ghost whose body is torn into pieces and whose heart is picked out and suppressed alone.

With this special treatment, even the nine-tailed fox would feel inferior.

The nine-tailed fox with a white face and golden hair caused chaos in the court and was surrounded and hunted by the army. It could be said that it was beaten to death very quickly and turned into a stone.

The evil ghost was facing a swordsman who killed people without mercy, but he ended up being torn into pieces, with the sharp blade pressing on his heart. Even for a monster, it is rare for him to survive like this.

This is considered very harsh treatment among demon hunters.

Because those who are qualified to be treated like this are extremely rare big monsters, and whether Sukinagui is qualified is still unknown. So from another perspective, it is hard to understand why people would do such a thing?

And the power of the other party after the seal is broken...

"Your body is like a mountain, and your voice shakes the forest. Although tigers are also praised in this way, it is just to describe their momentum. There is a fundamental difference between you and them. Your roar can shake the mountains."

Xia Long placed the scabbard at his waist, the back of the knife rubbed against the scabbard and gradually stretched it, the tip of the knife was aimed at the scabbard, and then inserted.

"Although I don't know how powerful the great monsters in ancient times were, you must be a great monster comparable to the Great Tengu, the Nine-tailed Fox, and Shuten-doji. No, if I must say, you even have the style of Susanoo and Yamato Takenoko."

"But if you say that the great demons in ancient times were all so strong, I don't believe it. Even Tiga could fight against them, so how could such a demon be subdued by the people in ancient times? If the mystery was so powerful, technology would not have overwhelmed the mystery for so long."

Xia Long talked to himself about the mystery of this world, and it seemed as if he was talking to someone.

The huge red head in the distance was as big as the top of the mountain, with a bloody mouth with terrifying fangs, a big ferocious eye, and messy white hair.

The head flew across the temple in an instant, and at the same time, there was a rumbling sound around it, even like an earthquake. The bodies that were sealed under the mountain also began to gradually break free.

The body that was torn into pieces began to gather together. The red evil ghost, which was already forty or fifty meters tall, turned its head left and right, and like a nightmare come true, it stretched out its hand and took out a long knife from its back out of thin air.

"Now that you're awake, you won't say a word?" Xia Long asked calmly;

The knife in his hand made a heavy sound that ordinary people could not hear.

"I have seen a kind of resentment in you that I have never seen before. The resentment contained in you is probably enough to fill the Three Ways River. You are neither human nor ghost - I am afraid that even demons and ghosts do not have such hatred. However... your spirit seems to be particularly restrained, without the madness and talkativeness that are unique to demons. Moreover, you took my soul and did not destroy it. I wonder who you are?"

"Don't worry. Although I am a person who controls evil things, the power I use does not affect my nature. My goal is to kill Sukina-ki and get rid of this demon that may cause great trouble in the future."

Xia Long said, "I'm more curious about why the demon Sukinagui has not died after being sealed by you for so many years. Instead, it has shown such an expanded power after being freed from the seal. Isn't this very strange?"

"This..." The Soul in the Sword pondered for two seconds after hearing Xia Long's words, and then said, "The sword I laid has the power to suppress demons and exorcise monsters, but the temple has the smell of incense. Although the sword has been stained with the smell of blood, it can seal the evil heart and resentment. Given time, as long as the resentment in the evil ghost's heart disappears, the soul can also be free from pain and disaster, dust to dust, earth to earth... But I never thought that even if my body was still there, it would be difficult to defeat the current Sukina ghost."

The soul in the sword, that is, Nishikida Kojuro Jinglong, said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency wants to get rid of Sukina-ki. Is it true that you really want to do so? It is not for your own selfish desires, such as wanting to obtain Sukina-ki or even devour him."

"I don't want to lie, so I can tell you frankly that I want Sukina-ghost, but I don't want Sukina-ghost to cause disasters and kill countless people."

"But right now, evil spirits are rampant, and I'm afraid that many people will suffer."

Xia Long shook his head and shouted at the patrolman who was already standing there in shock and looking at him like a monster, "You're still staying here. Don't you want to live?"

I guess in the eyes of outsiders, I really look like a madman when I talk to myself.

"You, you, you, you, put the knife back!"

The patrolman was shaking but still yelled.

"Don't lose your life for a knife. Save your own life before you teach me a lesson!"

"I've heard of legends that the Sukina ghost was sealed here by Jinglong." The patrolman shouted. At this moment, his cleverness overturned all the worldviews established by science in the past, and tried to thread the needle and find another correct answer, "You took out Jinglong's knife, so the seal was lifted!"

"You are indeed right." Xia Long actually agreed, and at the same time he said to himself in front of the patrolman, "This place deserves to have your temple. It seems that your legend is still remembered by people."

"You, you, you, you -"

The patrolman was somewhat weak-kneed.

Xia Long's eyes turned into a gorgeous rainbow color.

"Go back and inform people to evacuate. Don't get close to here. Do you understand?"

"Uh... uh... I see."

"Such a strong spell power——"

The ancient sword seemed to emit bursts of sword sounds, and even shook.

Xia Long turned around, and as he turned, the Sukina ghost who had awakened in the forest, originally twisted his body in ecstasy, stopped.

He held the knife in his hand, his white hair was disheveled, revealing one eye that exuded evil.

"This is..." Jinglong said in amazement, "Even the Yin-Yang Master in Kyoto has never opened such an exaggerated barrier."

Xia Long said nothing, but just lowered his eyes slightly. Galan was too weak and was an unnecessary fighting force for him. In this case, it was normal to sacrifice Galan for the sake of people's lives.

At the cost of the existence of a super beast, like a pyramid in which three giants were sleeping, a square purple curtain was trapping the mountains in people's invisible vision.

"Before the hero of this world arrives, let's just be spectators, Jinglong."

"Hero?" Jinglong obviously still had many questions, but he remained silent. After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"........."

Looking at the Sukina who was spitting flames at the purple curtain and slashing with his sword, Xia Long said in an uneven voice;

“Who am I? …I am also looking for the answer.”