Dramatic Blade

The young slippery ghost broke Asahikawa's momentary embarrassment in the early morning. He deceived and unreasonably brought the ghost to the swordsmith village, and he got his wish to see the other party's dumbfounded expression.

Then Asahikawa slowly reacted for a while, turned around and left.

Nuliang Lusheng unexpectedly shouted: "Why don't you go in and take a look?"

Since they are so curious, they can completely prevent anyone from discovering them based on their abilities.

"No need," said the ghost.

When it comes to the realm of human beings, the evil ghost seems to have covered all the edges and corners, and the sleeve robe flutters among the mountains and forests, revealing a pale wrist that doesn't look like a swordsman at all.

The slippery ghost was slow to realize that Asahikawa was a little unhappy for a while. The ghost's mood was like rain falling, and the ripples in the pool were as cold and cold, but before he had time to say anything, the other party adjusted himself.

The evil ghost raised his eyebrows and pulled out the knife that was curled again, and looked around.

"I have a question."

"what?"

"Although I can't feel the master of nature in this area, I still have to wait here for the stones pushed by the ghost to bloom. Our battle will affect the state of this mountain."

Asahikawa came to Mount Asama for two purposes at the time, one was to catch crows and the other was to sketch from life, so he asked: "Since all monsters have their own barriers, what does your monster village look like?"

Why don't they open a battle room instead to harm the flowers and plants?

Nuliang Rikusheng: Ah, this...

The slippery ghost's eyes wandered for a while, thinking of the unhappiness he had just caught, he still said neatly that he would not own the Youkai Zhili.

Chaorichuan was surprised by this for a moment, he really never thought that the half-demon would have such a defect.

He frowned, as if he saw that a seasoned cartoonist made a mistake that cannot be ignored in the drawing, and the slippery ghost was full of disobedience in his eyes.

Nuliang Lusheng felt that he was disgusted, and explained: "But you can rest assured about the lifespan. In the future, when my demon power becomes stronger, my lifespan will naturally last as long as my grandfather."

Yokai no Sato itself is not a means of witchcraft and attack. Nuliang Rikusheng has never cared about this problem. He is a slippery ghost who can run around without being found. Come in and out at will.

But he didn't expect that Chao Richuan would write down this matter so deeply for a while.

The painter took out his painting tools in the small valley, lost in thought.

The eyes of the mandrill are the moon, the black stone pushed down by the evil spirit is the night, the blood of the slippery ghost can be used as the lake water for reflection, and the technique should be 'full of flowers' or 'gray sparrow and cherry'...

The slippery ghost heard Chaorichuan muttering for a while, and leaned over with his head probing.

"What are you going to draw?"

Asahikawa's thinking was interrupted by Wu Wu, and he turned his head and shook his hand in dissatisfaction, and a puddle of ink was smeared on the slippery ghost's face.

Today's slippery ghosts have been able to avoid this trick, the ink hit the wall, and then automatically flowed back in the direction of the painter.

"Ha, are you planning to draw an enchantment similar to Yokai no Sato?" Nuliang Lusheng's eyes widened, a little disbelieving, "Blood ghost technique can do this kind of thing?"

Asahikawa retorted for a while: "Isn't there also a domain of monsters that is formed by illusion? My paintings can also interfere with other people's vision. As long as I can keep using it continuously, maybe it can exist as a domain!"

The ghost's idea is extremely bold: "What kind of monster is a slippery ghost without monsters? Let me draw one for you!"

Since he has been collecting feathers in the Youkai Village of Qianjian Mountain for decades, he still doesn't know it. Why is the Youkai Village not considered a tactic to deal with the enemy?

Nuliang Lusheng was shocked by his speech, and after a while, he did not question the possibility of this matter face-to-face, but asked: "So I can release the Yokai no Sato by pulling the scroll, listen It looks a lot like Fire O Ninja."

"You guessed it, that's where I got my inspiration from."

"Can I complain?"

"no!"

There are dots of fluorescent light on the high part of the inner wall of the valley. Nuliang Lusheng watched the ghost ponder over each stroke, and he really had the momentum of not going out if he couldn't draw it.

He slowly sat upright: "Hi, Chaorichuan."

He said, "Thank you."

Asahikawa, who bowed his head to paint, snorted out of old-fashioned for a while, and said mockingly: "Learn why I don't see you when I'm in the mirror, and thank me."

The young slick ghost spoke bluntly: "Probably because you look more distressed now than when you taught me sword skills."

Asahikawa flicked the pen again and again, and the pattern of a chicken pecking rice was completely pasted on Nura Rikusheng's face, as if he wanted to use the most childish technique to match the behavior of the slippery ghost with low EQ.

It is indeed not an easy task to create a Yokai no Sato. For a moment, Asahikawa knew that his idea was a fantasy, so his request was to create at least a pseudo-Yokai no Sato, which was in line with the domain of slippery ghosts.

But even so, he locked himself in the cave for more than half a month, but he still couldn't make a scroll of illusion that could be used several times continuously.

When Nuliang Rikusheng came back from catching fish one time, he saw the magnificent illusion floating in the valley, and almost dropped Mikimaru to the ground.

He was amazed by the evil ghost's handwriting for countless times. This ghost is like a complex contradictory body, which can wield the most vicious knife and draw the most beautiful dreams.

It's a pity that this dreamlike, gorgeous and beautiful illusion was disturbed by the footsteps of the slippery ghost, and all the illusory things suddenly shattered and deformed, forming a vortex that surged and gathered in one direction.

The sound of paper being torn came from the depths of the valley.

"No, still not!" The painter gritted his teeth and threw away the shredded paper.

Seeing his hands dripping with blood, Nuliang Lusheng subconsciously became worried: "What's going on!?"

To maintain the continuous activation of the blood ghost technique, the blood of ghosts must be consumed. Asahikawa collected so many pigments with demon power for a while, it was difficult enough just to mix them with his own blood, but the result was not satisfactory. The color wasn't what he wanted either.

Nuliang Rikusheng felt that Asahikawa was too persistent for a while, and he didn't know why this happened.

The arrogant ghost of a painter shouldn't be like this.

Facing Nura Rikusei's question, Asahikawa's face was gloomy for a while.

Then he sighed long, picked up the pen again, dipped in the ink, and bent down: "I want...to create a world."

Nuliang Rikusheng:? ? ?

Asahikawa knew his reaction without turning his head for a moment: "Instead of cleaning your ears, it's better to clean your brain, slippery one."

Nuliang Lusheng felt that he was not sick because of his venomous tongue as always.

He stepped forward and sat next to the painter: "Tell me carefully?"

Asahikawa glanced at him for a while, then lowered his head, and wrote lightly: "It seems that I haven't told you."

Nuliang Lusheng: "You are almost a hundred years old, and there are too many things to say."

There are so many things he doesn't know.

He wanted to understand Asahikawa for a while, and wanted to know what kind of experience could create such a ghost.From various aspects, Asahikawa has enough attractions to attract monsters at the moment, such as appearance, personality, strength, emotion, etc., and so on. The slippery ghost didn't think too much, since he has the desire to catch up with the opponent's footsteps, then he draws his sword Go forward and be fearless.

He will become the master of all ghosts, lead the Nuliang group to the peak of the Kanto, and become a big monster who bows his head everywhere. He will do everything he wants to do.

He also wanted to catch the long bird in the wind and snow.

When Nuliang Rikusheng came back to his senses, Asahikawa’s momentary pen pointed at his eyebrows again, this time the pen tip was clearly murderous, and the evil spirit looked at him faintly, his pupils seemed to be able to suck people in the abyss.

"Don't expose your ambition casually, especially when you don't have the strength to match it."

Nuliang Rikusheng obediently restrained his sharp eyes, and then...he put his forehead on it.

Asahikawa Ichimo: ...

Has this monster lost his mind? ?

The biting killing intent subsided in no time, and the slippery ghost wiped his forehead indifferently, and continued: "Tell me, Chaorichuan."

Chaorichuan lost his temper for a moment, and stared at him, wanting to curse, but he didn't know what to curse.

"I lost to you." Finally he gritted his teeth.

The story is not long, it seems that I have been asked similar questions countless times, and the ghost of the painter took out a scroll.The painting on the scroll was only half drawn, the lines were messy but quite imposing, but Nura Rikusheng couldn't tell what he was trying to draw.

"This is left to me by my teacher. He is a very powerful painter without genre or nickname. Before he died, he told me that if I can complete this painting, then the world in this painting will become real."

Nuliang Lusheng looked suspicious: "Are you sure it's not your teacher who is fooling you?"

Asahikawa Ichimo: ...

Nuliang Lusheng, who was beaten up, changed his words honestly and painfully: "Is your teacher a human being or a ghost?"

"I don't know." Asahikawa said stiffly for a while, "He died before I became a ghost. I can't feel what he is, maybe it's a monster."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the slippery ghost to prevent the other party from saying any inappropriate words.

Unexpectedly, Nuliang Rikusheng became thoughtful.

"If it's a monster, maybe it's really possible..."

When the moon disappeared into the clouds, the lonely clouds in the night sky were thin and clear, and the sky was like a boundless canvas, and the state of Mount Asama changed in vain.

It seemed that the earth's crust began to vibrate, the tsunami was disturbed by the activities of the mountains, the chaotic wind took over, and a tyrannical pressure shrouded the sky and the earth.

The monster, who was resting for a while, opened his eyes and ran outside the cave in a few steps, "What happened?"

Chaorichuan stood at the entrance of the cave looking out with a serious expression, "I also want to know what happened."

Nuliang Lusheng was stunned for a moment, his sleepy brain was completely awake, and he felt a strange monster force floating around.

The night sky didn't know when it changed a color, and the earth couldn't stop shaking. Their cave was at a high place, and when they looked down, they could see cracks in the ground, as if boiling water was surging underneath.

With a bang, the ghosts and monsters looked further away through the forest. The crater above Karuizawa was billowing with thick smoke, and lead-colored clouds came from all directions, making that mountain chaotic.

Nuliang Rikusheng opened his eyes, and the red demon pupils stretched and stood erect.

He got it.

Asahikawa looked at him suspiciously for a moment: "What do you understand?"

The mountains were constantly shaking, and Nuliang Lusheng looked up and saw a little fiery red stars burst out of the chaotic black-gray clouds.

"This is probably the goddess... no, Yuyi's memory?"

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感谢在2020-08-2820:01:20~2020-08-2919:51:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!