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In the shadow of the snake that covered the sky and the sun, there was a gleam of light, and the ghosts felt chills in their hearts, and looked up one after another.

"Heh, the lowly monster ran out from the underworld to make trouble again." Yan Mo sat on the cloud and landed slowly, sneering, "Today, I will let you know what is beyond redemption! Go."

Thousands of ghost faces descended in response.

Mountains and rivers resurfaced, deep in the cascading corridors, on the high wall of someone’s house, there was a picture scroll that was slowly closing, the sky was dark, I couldn’t see what was on the painting, I could only hear the sound of flowers and birds.

In the midst of troubled times, the flood from the embankment burst out of the capital, swimming fish jumped out of the water, and someone on the waves shouted: "Get back! Useless thing!"

On the road leading to all directions outside the capital, a ray of sword light appeared at the same time.The light was as fast as lightning, and it chopped off the heads of a group of running evil spirits in an instant. When the knife fell, the red reflection illuminated the face of the knife holder.

It turned out to be a girl.

The evil spirits behind were caught off guard, and one group after another fell under the blade of the girl. The girl was like a ghost, appearing suddenly in the north of the city and in the south of the city. Overheard her complaining: "You are too—"

"—I'm in the way." He raised his knife and dropped it.

The souls of the dead floating in the raging flood, fluctuating, seem to be in the river of forgetfulness, or like the Dongbai River on a warm spring night. The lights by the river are lit one by one, and the woman with the lamp on the bank comes slowly. Stepping on the river as if walking on flat ground, he said with a sweet smile, "I will take care of these cowardly souls for the time being."

The painting scroll was slowly closed, at this time the sky was cleared and the fog cleared, and the starlight illuminated the flowing scene on the painting. Among the pines, bamboos, mountains and stones, there seemed to be a group of people's backs that were going away, and the person who fell at the end stopped. look back.

Those eyes were covered by a thin cloth, but they didn't know that the person in the painting was separated by mountains and rivers, yet he could see geometry.

The bustling capital city was nearly razed to the ground by the power of gods and ghosts. Under the gentle moonlight, the broken bricks and tiles were picked up by the breeze from nowhere, and the figure of a dragon swam by. The ground is back to normal again.

The severed head of the giant snake covered every road that could not be identified in Heian-kyo. The blood of the snake flowed out of the city, and where it met the flood, the flames shot up into the sky, but the giant snake was still reborn endlessly, wreaking havoc with.

"Ibaraki-douji! Is this what you are capable of?" Shuten-douji jumped on another newborn snake's head and shouted.

Hearing the sound, Ibaraki Doji hurriedly raised his head and responded, "How could it be, dear friend! I'm just about to start working hard!"

"You'd better tell the truth."

"Don't worry, it only takes a moment to crush them—"

The picture scroll on the high wall fell down, and turned into dust as soon as it hit the ground, dissipating invisible.

Kaguya Ji lay on the bamboo tube, as if sensing something, she glanced at the place outside the city where the scroll was left, lowered her head and prayed.

The hurricane swept in, and the crescent moon that finally broke through the dark clouds was obscured by a huge shadow. The shadow was projected in the center of the devastated capital, and it was a pair of fully stretched wings.

The treasure fan was held by a white and slender hand, and with the wind blowing from the wings, it fell to the ground, and the face covered by the fan surface was finally fully revealed.

He raised his head arrogantly, the scattered moonlight gilded his wings, and the black feathers were distinct.

"Whoever sees my feather, die!"

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The demon fox had a long dream. In the dream, he was summoned by a mysterious force to another world and turned into a little paper man to be driven by others.

The master of the paper figurine has powerful mana, allowing him to possess himself on the paper figurine, change at will, and practice his own spells.

The strange thing is that this absurd dream is still very detailed. The courtyard where he lived and the place where he practiced are all vivid in his mind, and there are countless interesting people and things that happened during it, which can be described as wonderful.

He even became good friends with a carp spirit who was almost killed by him in his dream.

Probably the dream was too long, and when I woke up, the plot was almost forgotten.

Originally, there was nothing to mention about having a dream, but after having this dream, for some reason, Yaohu lost interest in finding his destined person.

It seemed that suddenly, he no longer wanted to waste time on those beautiful women.Yaohu thought it was strange at first, and still went to the market to chat with women as usual, but in the end, he often felt uninterested, and found excuses to slip away at critical moments.

After thinking about it, he realized that it was the reason for the dream.

Yaohu had several intermittent dreams again, and the dream became more and more blurred, but he cared more and more.

Is there really such a place in the world?There is flowing water in the courtyard, the bright moon is far away from the mountains, the ghost charms on the doors of every house will glow at night, the life in the middle street night market is noisy, and the woman with a mask is enchanting, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

Yaohu left the city where he had settled down for many years and traveled alone.

He walked for countless years, saw the bustling and beautiful scenery, and also saw the parting of love and hate. His Taoism grew day by day, and he turned into a human and walked on the road, his face became more and more handsome.

But it seems that there has never been such a place in the world. If there is, how can there be no trace left?

One day when I traveled to the barren mountains, the demon fox turned into a prototype and lived on an old tree, and dreamed the old dream that I hadn't had for many years.

But this dream is not as gentle and tender as the previous one, which is beyond words.

Dawn breaks when you wake up.

Yaohu was awakened by the huge explosion, and after a moment of stunned thought that it should be the sound in a dream. As always, the plot in the dream was quickly forgotten when he woke up.

The plains are vast, with a bleak hooked moon and a lonely white sun hanging on each end of the sky.

The demon fox jumped down from the tree, turned around, took off the mask on his face, and turned into an elegant scholar again.He walked up a stream in the wilderness that sometimes dries up. The further he walked, the narrower the road became, and he came to a deep mountain at some point.

On the contrary, the stream became more and more lively, flowing gurglingly, and galloping away to the outside of the mountain with pieces of dead leaves.

Seeing the scene, the demon fox suddenly felt joyful. He bowed his head and scooped up a handful of water to wash his face. He inadvertently scooped up a dead leaf in the water, which turned out to be pitch black.

No...it's not a dead leaf.

This is a feather.

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Continue to trace the source of the stream, and there are more and more feathers floating in the water.

Yaohu chased after him out of curiosity, but he was very nervous for no reason, and his pace became faster and faster unconsciously.

This stream used to flow down from a high place, and then go up, the mountains are rugged, and there are ancient wooden coils in between, there is almost no place to get down, the fox's toes are a little bit, and the feet have turned back into the sharp claws of wild foxes, so they can climb Climb up.

After climbing halfway up the mountain, I saw where the feathers in the water came from. It was a huge cave covered by vines.

Black feathers were scattered all over the entrance of the cave, and there were sporadic scarlet bloodstains on the ground. Looking closely, some feathers were stained with dark traces of dampness, probably these bloodstains.

The demon fox lifted the thick vines and entered the cave. The cave was dark and the sun could not be seen. The demon fox blinked, and the round golden pupils seemed to glow in the night, and the situation in front of him could be seen at a glance.

Feathers and bloodstains are still spread on the ground inside the cave, the depth of which is unknown.

The demon fox walked cautiously for tens of meters without hearing any living creatures in the cave. Just when he thought it was a cave abandoned by some monster, suddenly there was the sound of wind behind him.

Yaohu turned around abruptly, but the opponent's movements were too fast, and a hand had pinched his neck in an instant.

It was a pale and thin hand, resembling a human being, but the owner of this hand could not be a human being. The huge demon power contained in the fingers could break the neck of a demon fox in half a second.

The demon fox stared blankly at the big monster that fell from the sky as if it hadn't reacted yet. There was no doubt that those black feathers along the way came from the pair of huge wings on the monster's back.

The feathers on those wings were sparse and decayed, looking listless.

He should be seriously injured, but even so, when the skin touches, the difference in strength is enough to make Yaohu shudder.

This is a real monster that can turn clouds and rain, and belongs to the legendary level.

But the demon fox failed to generate a little fear.

As a fox who has been transformed into a human for many years, even such a basic emotion is missing at an important moment, it is really worth reflecting on.However, Yaohu was thinking about other things in a mess at this time.

He was thinking, this monster must be very beautiful when the wings on the back are full when it is not injured.

Also, how did he get hurt?Who can make a monster of this level suffer such serious injuries? Who should be the opponent?

And, most importantly——

——The mask on this monster's face is really familiar.

So familiar.

Where have you seen it?

Thinking like lightning, thousands of scenes have flashed through Yaohu's mind, and the answer is ready to come out, but it is always one step away.

The fingers pinching his neck didn't go away, and at the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the demon fox suddenly stretched out his hand and boldly took off the mask of the monster in front of him.

Those were a pair of gentle blue eyes, but the pupils were covered with a layer of gray, obviously they were no longer visible.

And at this moment, Yaohu Fuzhi thought of it mentally.

In the dream, in the Japanese-style room where he lives every day, there is a spacious wardrobe, in which there are rows of identical masks neatly placed.

Yaohu asked urgently, almost without thinking: "Xiaosheng is so polite, dare to ask the name of the adult?"

At the same time, the monster withdrew the hand pinching his neck, slowly raised his fingers, moved up along the fox's chin, and finally stopped on the totem in the corner of his eye.

The monster's icy fingertips traced the bright red totem accurately, and finally stopped at the center of the fox's eyebrows.

The demon fox stared at him motionlessly, and finally, only heard the monster chuckle.

"My name is Daitengu." He said, "Which mountain is this wild fox that dares to disturb my cleanliness?"

--THAN--

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