[Comprehensive] Seimei Abe is also in the Shura field today

The cold darkness, the darkness that can't be seen as far as the eye can see.

Yao Dao Ji dreamed about the past before she met Master Seimei again.

It's so dark and cold in here, don't you want to go outside?

No, she is too strong, too sharp, and will hurt those weak people.

Just stay here.There is no one here, so that it can protect those fragile humans who will die with a single swipe.

Yaodao Ji closed her golden eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Yaodao Ji vaguely remembered that she started from hurting since she was born.

When it was still the blade, Yao Dao Ji had a vague memory. It was an excited and old voice: "This must be a good sword! No, no, it has already become conscious, it is a unparalleled demon sword. That's right!! Hahahaha! My name can finally be passed down in this world! No one dares to underestimate me anymore!"

——The caster of Demon Sword Fairy is a little-known madman who is eager to forge a sword that attracts the attention of the world.

He collected the blood of monsters, mages, onmyojis, eminent monks, and those weird and strange materials that cannot be named.I don't know what kind of evil heretics he used, but after countless failures, he actually made him create the Demon Sword Fairy.

At that time, Yaodao Ji was not called Yaodao Ji, and the caster hadn't had time to cast the inscription on her sword.

Just looking at this sword, it is a large sword that is difficult for humans to use.

But you have to admit that this knife is beautiful, whether it is the gloomy brilliance or the ripple-like pattern, it is enough to make this knife amazing for everyone.

But the caster of Yaodao Ji was still dissatisfied. He looked at the Yaodao Ji who was more bright in the flames in the fire, and nervously gnawed his fingers and gnawed his nails into pits: "This is not good, this is not good... this is not enough, we What I want is not this kind of knife, but a magic knife that can make my name through the ages! Evil knife!"

"What's missing... what's missing..." The caster rushed to the stone platform to look through the materials, got all the bottles and jars to the ground and didn't care.

"I have everything, why is it still not working?!" Yao Dao Ji's blade lay quietly on top of the huge fire, the flames licked the snow-white blade, but Yao Dao Ji only felt very warm and comfortable, like a human body. The fetus is lying in the amniotic fluid of the mother.

The caster covered his head with his hands in pain and fell to his knees, hitting the ground with his head.Suddenly he grinned, ignoring the blood continuously flowing from the wound on his forehead, and laughed like a child who got Jinpingtang: "Hahahaha, I know what's wrong! It's flesh and blood!" He stood up, The sweat stains and dust on his body did not detract from his shining expression at the moment.

The Demon Sword Fairy felt that the caster brushed her blade lovingly like a father, and then lifted her——

Aim at his chest and stab it hard!

The first taste that Yao Dao Ji tasted was the blood of her caster and the warm and sticky meat.

is sweet.

But Yao Dao Ji didn't like this feeling.It's completely different from being in the flames.

The caster died with a smile on his face. He saw the strange red glow emitted by the knife that had been pierced deeply into his chest. After the red glow dissipated, he saw the girl born from the knife. The golden eyes like blades looked down at him who was lying in a pool of blood.

Yao Dao Ji pulled out the blade stuck in the caster's chest, and the gushing blood was sucked away by the blade.

Then the caster died laughing and contented.

It's a pity that what the casters thought did not come.

When the caster's wife and children brought him meals, they saw his cold corpse and threw themselves on his body crying bitterly, completely ignoring the brand-new, shivering light that was lying alone beside him. knife.

The caster's wives and children couldn't see the Demon Sword Princess. As a Demon Sword Princess who was just born in the sword, no one could see her figure except the naturally gifted children and onmyojis.

The caster's wife and children thought that the caster killed himself because he cast another useless knife out of the last material.Yaodao Ji sat beside the caster, with her back straight, indifferently seeing the caster's wife and children buried the caster in the soil, together with her, his only and most satisfying work.

The Demon Sword Fairy was buried in the deep darkness along with the caster.

The caster's son wanted to sell Yaodao Ji, because of the caster's madness, their family had been unable to make ends meet and suffered from poverty for a long time.The caster's wife disagreed, she thought the knife belonged to the caster and no one could touch it.

So the Demon Sword Fairy lay in the knife box, sleeping in the dark soil with the caster.

But after all, Yao Dao Ji does not have the fate of sleeping forever in this darkness.

After sleeping in the dark for an unknown amount of time, she was dug out of the soil by the foundry's son, who then sold Demon Sword Girl to the rich family of Yamamoto in a town a few miles away.

"I'm sorry father... But my sister is already very ill... My family can't open the pot to support you in making knives. Now I really have nowhere to go!" Said the Demon Sword Girl who was holding her in her arms.

Demon Sword Fairy has no objection.She was originally born by the hands of the caster, so it was only reasonable for her to be sold by the caster's son and to rescue the caster's daughter.

Demon Sword Fairy was bought by a wealthy family in the town, and the caster's son got a lot of money and left without regret to find the best doctor.

The second master of Demon Sword Fairy is the youngest son of the wealthy Yamamoto family.Yao'er, who is spoiled by heaven, wants to become a samurai, but how can it be so easy to be a samurai?Yamamoto had no choice but to find a way to find a knife for his youngest son and let him start training since he was a child, which fulfilled his wish.

But what is the Demon Sword Fairy?She is a demon sword that was born by drinking the blood of the founder. How could that ordinary child be able to control her?

So even if it wasn't Yaodao Ji's original intention, she still hurt the beloved child.

Blood slid down the child's tender skin drop by drop. The child cried loudly and threw Yaodao Ji on the ground. The servants who were waiting on the side rushed forward to bandage the young master's wound.A long wound crawled ferociously on the child's arm, and it was still bleeding continuously. The blood that fell on the ground spontaneously flowed to the blade of Yaodao Ji, and the knife drank all the blood without wasting a drop .

"This, this is a demon knife! Master! You can't keep this knife!"

In this terrified cry, Yaodao Ji was locked in the warehouse, and carefully placed on a knife holder made of century-old wood.

Yamamoto was reluctant to part with the Demon Sword Girl, after all, it was a rare Demon Sword, so he used the Demon Sword Girl as a gimmick, and got to know many high-ranking officials and nobles who heard about it.

Still no one can see her.

The third master who wanted to be Yaodao Ji, but failed, was a bandit leader who committed all kinds of crimes, including burning, killing, and looting.

The thief heard about the Demon Sword Fairy from nowhere, and he sneaked into this town with his subordinates in the middle of the night to take away the Demon Sword Fairy.

The fire that almost lights up the night, the cries, the cries, and the clinking of swords,

Then the Demon Sword Fairy appeared for the first time.In the light of the fire, a cold and proud girl with long black hair and a hat appeared in front of the young master. She swung the big knife that made his wound still hurt until now, and cut a trail of blood.

Yao Dao Ji didn't know why she appeared, but when the spoiled young master who used to use her was forced by thieves to the room where her sword body was, Yao Dao Ji found that she could move freely, so she obeyed her heart. The young master drew a knife from behind and chopped off the head of the grinning thief.

Blood splattered all over the ground, and then all the blood crawled towards the knife in Yaodao Ji's hand as if it had life, and soaked into the blade.

After cutting off the thief's head, Yaodao Ji didn't speak, and glanced at the young master who was so frightened that he couldn't even make a sound. Yao Dao Ji silently jumped into the burning flames outside the room. Surrounding her like a mother's body made her feel very at ease.

Wherever the light of the knife went, blood was spattered, and the sound of bones being cut was heard endlessly.

The flames burned all night.The corpses of the thieves killed by Yaodao Ji filled the yard.There is a certain smell of burnt meat and blood everywhere, which almost numbs people's noses.

But Yaodao Ji didn't move at all, it might be better to say that this smell was familiar to her.

The blade, which had sucked the blood of dozens of humans, became even more colorful, and the figure of Yao Dao Ji didn't disappear at dawn, on the contrary, everyone could see her suddenly.

Yaodao Ji didn't know why, but what she knew was that she couldn't stay here any longer.

"Thank you for taking me in, so let's just say goodbye." Yaodao Ji left such a sentence, and embarked on a journey of ups and downs alone.

During the journey, Yao Dao Ji couldn't remember how much blood the blade in her hand drank.There are monsters, Fusangshen, thieves, and fallen gods, too many to count.

In this countless sweet encounters, Yaodao Ji got her name.

Ji Jun born in Demon Sword.

easy to understand.

She doesn't care, anyway, if no one calls for a name, what's the difference between having and not having it?

During this long journey with almost no end in sight, Yaodao Ji gradually realized that she is a very powerful existence.

What about humans?She feels that humans have a sense of familiarity, and she once wanted to try to talk to them, try to get close to them.But Yaodao Ji didn't dare to really establish contact with them.

Humans are too weak, just getting close to her will be injured by this blood-soaked blade.

I am the strong, but human beings are the weak, so the weak are destined to be hurt by the strong.

In order to protect yourself from being hurt, you can only hurt others.This is how the Demon Sword Girl lives.

A person, alone, sleeping in the dark with the blade in his arms.

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