Draw the sword for the judge

So arrogant!

They are obviously human beings who are not even god judges!

Toujian Fusangshen, who had already fallen in the dark but kept his prototype by relying on the energy confinement device, felt a certain nerve in his brain burst when he heard Qinglin's unilateral declaration of his ownership. Immediately afterwards, countless The memory that he forcibly suppressed emerged before his eyes.

One of the five swords in the world, because the divinity is too high to be installed?

It doesn't matter, then cut the divinity!

Can't cut it?

Hehe, even the great Onmyoji Abe Seimei can be divided into two, let alone Fu Sangshen who is at the bottom of the god position?

So the black chapter was baptized, the soul was divided into two, the black was hidden by the gods, and the white became the body of the vibrating sword "Sankai Yuezongjin" under the name of the government of time, and in the magic circle, countless people were born that could never be blackened. A spirit that will not fall in the dark.

However, everything in the world is never determined by "variable" rules, so the absolute opposite is:

When Mikazuki Zongjin is the first Mikazuki Zongjin to come to this world since the installation of Mikazuki Zongjin, he is a special existence.

Not only does he possess one-tenth of the power of the original body, he was also summoned by the first god judge who sacrificed the entire Honmaru with blood.

When he transformed into a human form, he directly drained the spiritual power of the first god judge.

He wandered for five months in that Honmaru where even the sky was black, until that Honmaru was broken by a group of powerful exiles Fusangshen.

He was sent to Mount Houshi by his nominal elder brother, Xiaohumaru.

He was grandly welcomed back by the second God Judge.

Because he is the only "three-day moon Zongjin" here, he doesn't need to go to the battlefield, but only needs to attend certain special occasions with the God Judge.

He discovered the anomaly of this Honmaru.

He replaced Jinjian Yuanzheng.

During the expedition, he lost consciousness after eating the bento prepared by Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada.

After he woke up, he had the third God Judge and became a cargo.

The darkness had enveloped him since he was born, and he has been using his will to suppress the darkness that was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was a part of his body.

However, at this moment, he no longer wanted to suppress it.

"Crack!"

"Crack Kacha!"

It was still a silent cell, and Fu Sangshen was still shackled.However, this time, the shackles that restrained him were making crisp cracking sounds.

At the same time, a stream of air spread from his body to the surroundings, and after half a meter away from him, it turned into a sharp white blade.

Qinglin took a step back, dodging several blades that were aimed at him.

At the same time, while dodging, he looked around the prison cell, which was in danger due to the expansive energy, and moved his fingers.

"So much love, if I don't reciprocate, I'm afraid I'll break the etiquette..." Sanri Yuezong raised his head slowly. At this time, even the whites of his eyes turned blood-colored, and only the two new moons shone with golden light representing gods.

Then, the Token Fusangshen, who came from the Heian era and was always praised as the embodiment of elegance, tore off the shackles and shackles on his body casually, and randomly pulled out a bone knife from his body, laughing.

The battle is imminent.

"Hoo--" Faced with this situation, Qinglin whistled untimely, tilted his head, and smiled.

"Sankai Yuezongjin, I like you more and more!" Then, Qinglin, who casually pushed his hair back to reveal his complete and perfect face, attacked Sankai Yuezongjin when he said these words.

Sankai Yuezong was stunned by the unbelievably beautiful face that was revealed at that moment—he knew that the other party was good-looking, after all, he was the one who could be the finale for him, the most beautiful sword, but he did not expect that the other party would be so good-looking.

As a result, this should have been a vigorous battle, no, it was a vigorous battle, which decided the outcome from the very beginning.

Because of his birth and the sword of the Heian era, he perfectly inherited the characteristics of that era: face control!

The cell was reduced to ashes, and in the center of the ashes, the darkly fallen sword Fu lay on the ground in a state of distress, with less air intake and more air output.

Beside him, Qinglin lowered his head, looked at him, and sneered.

"Do you still fight?" Qinglin kicked all the dark bones with his toes, but he pulled them out. He even destroyed the circulation ability of making dark bones. Now he is like a wild cat whose sharp nails have been cut off. Lost.

"Hmph~" Feeling aggrieved, Fu Sangshen turned his head and refused to look at the face that was once again looming in the hair due to the angle - he was not defeated by this guy's force value, but It was defeated by that guy's face.

Of course, it wasn't just this that made him aggrieved, but also that the other party could defeat him with force, but they used face instead!

This kind of depressed feeling of being completely pinched!

I have always used beauty to depress others, rather than being depressed by other people's swords. For the first time, I hated my own setting that perfectly inherited the romantic and chic settings of that era, and loved beauty like life.

Then, he had the urge to kill the Government of Time!

"Hey, Grandpa Sanming, it's the sword of the Heian era, can you be more mature?" Qinglin found it interesting, so he sat on the ground, stretched out his hand, brushed his face, and smiled.

"No, old people are always stubborn!" Because of the fusion of that dark force, the black and white were formally blended, and the god with a complete divine body, for the first time since possessing a human body, unilaterally raised his temper.

Through the previous "being despicable" battle, Fu Sangshen has already determined that the opponent is a person with a similar vicious taste.Because although Toujian Fusangshen is a god, in essence, he was born into the world through the spiritual power of the god-inspectors, and he has a natural affection for the god-inspectors who facilitated their birth and allowed them to survive in the world.

Judging from his previous experience, this is completely correct.

That is to say, if this person really wants him to be his property, then from the very beginning, he just needs to inject spiritual power into Fusangshen, who lacks spiritual power and can only rely on energy shackles to supply the lowest human form to maintain energy. good.

Therefore, it might be in the other party's plan to provoke him to fall, to vent his negative emotions, and even to beat him to the point of paralysis.

Fu Sangshen vaguely felt that the other party treated him like this was a subtle affection.Coincidentally, he also liked the other person's face, so he couldn't help but became intimate.

"Ah, I really can't do anything about the old man~~" Qinglin smiled, got up, bent over, picked up Fu Sangshen, and kicked open the door of the cell... Wait, the door of the cell?

When Qinglin walked out of the cell openly, due to the angle, Fu Sangshen saw the complete cell door at close range, and even saw the complete cell that was so familiar that there was a small hole somewhere.

Fu Sangshen realized the huge power balance between him and Qinglin, and became silent.

However, his silence only lasted until he was thrown into the bathtub by Qinglin, and then washed by the warm unkempt water.

And at this time, the body that was in a mysterious state due to the previous intense exercise, including the blood flow speed and pulsation, became gentle.Then, the dark fallen bones were pulled out, and even the sequelae of the destruction of the circulation ability to make the dark fallen bones, that is, pain like digging flesh and removing bones, flooded the body.

"Ah——" Fu Sangshen let out an uncontrollable scream, and at the same time his body twitched violently.