Save the Heavens from the Return of the Spell

Chen Yan was also at a loss when he heard the words.

After all, he is not an aborigine of this world either.

If Gojo Satoru didn't know what to do.

There was no way he could.

After all, he also has only a half-knowledge of spells.

Although on the bright side, it is said that his Zanpakuto is one of the eight hot hells.

But Chen Yan himself was very clear.

I obviously used the Zanpakuto.

I don't know how the system makes everyone think that his Zanpakutō is a type of surgery.

Suddenly, Chen Yan's eyes lit up.

"Why don't we just destroy the gate mound! In this way, no matter how much he recites the mantra, nothing will be summoned! Teacher Wutiao, how about it?"

Gojo Satoru slapped his head: "That's right! Ordinary people don't dare to tear down the gate mound because of the legend of the gate mound, but I know that it is actually caused by the curse entrenched in the gate mound. Are we conjurers afraid of curses?" ? If that’s the case, then the gate mound will be destroyed!”

Chapter 120 Loneliness is always with me

Just do it.

Gojo Satoru took Chen Yan and left an afterimage on the spot, which instantly appeared in the sky.

In Chen Yan's eyes, Jiang Menzuo was only square in size.

Gojo Satoru and Chen Yan looked at each other: "Together?"

Chen Yan nodded heavily!

Chen Yan drew out the remaining fire sword and held it high.

Wujo Wu's right index finger pointed towards the gate mound, and a white aura appeared on Wujo Wu's fingertips.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru and Chen Yan swung down together.

A fiery sword energy and a small spirit ball flew towards Jiangmenzhong together.

The sword energy and the spirit ball entered the Jiangmen Tomb almost at the same time.

Afterwards, the gate was silent for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a big bag was bulged.

The stone bag was getting bigger and bigger, and in the gaps, red magma-like rays of light suddenly overflowed.

With a bang, the stone bag shattered like a magma bubble, and the entire Jiangmen Tomb instantly became a magma pool.

Before the burst of magma splashed around.

A circle of light like a black hole diffused from the gate mound from the inside to the outside, covering the entire gate mound.

The black light gradually spread until the entire gate mound was enveloped.

After being wrapped up, the black light shrank suddenly, collapsed to a point in an instant, and disappeared.

But the expressions of Chen Yan and Gojo Satoru, who had just destroyed Jiangmenzhong, became more and more serious.

They saw an illusory black coffin looming in the empty Jiangmen Tomb.

The black coffin shone like obsidian.

There are countless blood-colored complicated patterns painted on it.

The pattern depicts ferocious ghosts.

Look at this familiar scene.

Chen Yan immediately thought of Xia Youjie's formation using the killing stone.

He couldn't help but murmured, "No wonder we couldn't find anything. It turns out that this coffin is not in the same special space as us."

"So that's why I can't feel it."

A trace of seriousness flashed in Gojo Wu's blue eyes.

He stretched out his finger, and the spirit ball condensed from his fingertip again.

Shoot towards the black coffin below.

"It's useless, Mr. Wujo. If I'm not wrong, this black coffin is not in the same space as ours. The power we use in this space cannot hit the black coffin in another space." Coffin."

Chen Yan said.

as predicted.

The spirit ball shot next to the black coffin, the black light spread, wrapped the black coffin, and then suddenly collapsed into a point, but the black light remained intact.

"Aren't they in the same space?"

Gojo Satoru muttered to himself.

He frowned, disappeared from the sky with Chen Yan, and flashed to the side of the black coffin.

When Chen Yan approached the black coffin, he realized that it was really terrifying.

The black coffin was about three meters long and more than one meter high.

It was painted with blood-colored patterns.

They are all pictures of evil ghosts eating people.

It looked bloody and hideous.

"It's really time to bring Fu Hei here and let them see what the ancestors of the Chanyuan family looked like."

Gojo Satoru said while stretching out his right hand, caressing the black coffin, but felt empty, and passed through.

Chen Yan understood who Fu Hei Wutiaowu was talking about.

It is his adopted son, Fu Heihui.

Chen Yan sighed, the continuous sound of chanting was still heard in his ears, but his body suddenly relaxed.

Anyway, there is no good way to prevent Ping Jiangmen from coming.

Just take a break and play a good game when General Ping comes out.

Anyway, now that I have liberated Zanpakuto, I can walk sideways in the magic world.

Plus Gojo Satoru, the ceiling of this magic world.

If you still can't beat the goal.

It can only be said that the world has reached the time of destruction.

Thinking about it, Chen Yan couldn't help but look at Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone, turned his back to the black coffin, and took a selfie while doing a selfie.

???

"Teacher Wutiao, what are you doing???"

Chen Yan was dumbfounded.

Wujo Wujo smiled brightly: "Anyway, there is no good way to hold down the coffin board of Ping Jiangmen, so I just wait for him to recover. There is nothing going on during this time, so I thought about taking a photo for Hui to see, by the way Tweet again. Come on, Chen Yan, have a laugh!"

As he said that, Gojo Wu took a picture of Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took out his phone in a panic.

Sure enough, a new blog post popped up on Gojo Satoru's Twitter.

The picture is Wujo Wuyishou Biye, and behind it is the black coffin of Hei Jiangmen.

The accompanying text is the first meeting with Ping Jiangmen.

The corner of Chen Yan's mouth twitched.

It really is you.

Wutiao teacher.

The heart is really big.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the photo on the phone, Chen Yan looked helpless: "Ah, Chen Yan, please be happy. Speaking of it, it seems that you haven't taken a photo with me yet."

As he said that, Gojo Satoru flashed to Chen Yan's side, pointed the camera at himself and Chen Yan: "Come on, have a smile."

After finishing speaking, Gojo Gojo pressed the shutter with a click.

"Well, this one is not bad."

Gojo Satoru said happily.

"Teacher Wutiao..."

Chen Yan hesitated to speak.

"I know, classmate Chen Yan, do you want to ask me why I still have the time to do these things?"

Gojo Satoru said briskly: "Actually, I also really want to call for help. But they can't beat us together. Calling them here, isn't it a death sentence? In addition, the world consciousness is also biased towards Sao Liang, you I was fighting alone. If I win, I will fight. If I can’t, I will die together. So, why worry about the future? It’s better to be happier now, at least it can give others more confidence.

In fact, I really want someone to stand in front of me and share all this with me.

But who makes me the strongest?

In the past, Jie stood by my side, which gave me a little comfort.

Now, Jie has been killed by me.

Fortunately, there are you.

Chen Yan, I am actually very grateful for everything you have done for this world.

So, if it fails this time.

I will try my best to hold on to Pingjiang's gate, and you run away.