Dramatic Blade

The hot rock made a thunderous sound, as if the heavy hammer dropped by a swordsmith hit the earth's crust, and Asama Volcano erupted.

The dense fog billowed, and a river of scarlet mixed with pure black impurities flowed out from the junction of the mountain top and the thick cloud. In the thick fog, there seemed to be a whistling sound.

According to Asahikawa's little knowledge about volcanoes, the black material in the lava flow should be condensed rock and charred impurities.

black rocks...

Invisibly, it seems that there is some force that intensifies the eruption of the volcano. It can be said that the mild crater suddenly sparks, and the flames rise and dye half of the sky and the tumbling fog.

The lava flow poured down in a blink of an eye, and the tall trees were broken and burned one after another, and were mercilessly integrated into one.

The mountain seems to be covered with a mottled thick fish-colored long coat, and the carnival sounds of evil spirits and the wailing of animals echo in the mountains.

The reappearance of this memory is in the Yokai, and it does not actually affect the outside world, but regardless of whether a piece of feather clothing should have memory or not, Asahikawa didn't think about it for a while, and jumped out when the mountain fire came. cave.

The figures of the two leaped on tall slender pine trees, and shuttled through the forest full of smoke.

Instead of fleeing in the opposite direction, they approached the volcano and rushed towards the origin of the disaster.

Nuliang Rikuo was mainly running with him, and he was surprised to find that the Oni, who is good at agility, went all out, and the speed was much more terrifying than he imagined.

"The color of flames is very rare... In the Edo period, when Prussian blue was not officially introduced, Japanese painters would come across the river bank to watch whenever there was a fire."

The ghost's explanation came from the front, Nuliang Lusheng kept silent and exerted force again.

"You really are a veritable 'painter's ghost'." Slick ghost slightly sighed.

Sparks fell like a stream of rain, and in the thick fog, they began to see the shadows of ghosts—not ghosts created by Oniwu Tsuji, but ghosts that belonged to monsters in legend.Most of the "ghosts" in monsters are red-eyed little ghosts with no hair and a low stature. The image comes from the legend of hell.

Asahikawa immediately responded: "Of course, I don't think I have seen a volcano erupt in almost 100 years. How can I not experience it with such a good opportunity!"

The long knife came out of its sheath with a clang, and the figure of the painter suddenly flew back and forth like a bird among the trees, cutting the necks of the three little ghosts that rushed towards him.

The volcanic eruption is the wrath of ghosts and gods, the carnival of evil spirits, the ghosts who are jealous and greedy for the feathers of the goddess come out to do evil, dump the lava, push down the boulders, and want to make Mount Asama no grass!

Asahikawa opened his arms for a moment, as if to embrace the burning forest, "The world of monsters is really wonderful!"

The reappearance of memory cannot be changed. The slippery ghost was very excited when he saw Asahikawa, and countless black shadows swam from his sleeves. In the thick smoke, the ghost's eyes were bright red.

The slippery ghost made a tumbling posture in mid-air with the help of a tree branch, the long knife with a black flame hidden under the haori, and easily killed the little ghost who wanted to catch him.Asahikawa was extremely fast for a while, but cunning like a monster, he threw black flames with the impetus of monster power and the ability of Kyoka Suigetsu.

"Yeah." He just walked around Chaori Chuan Yiji's side like this, and while the blood was splattering, he looked at him with demon eyes similar to ghosts, and whispered in a voice that seemed to lean over to someone's ear suddenly.

"Welcome to the world of monsters, Asahikawa."

As these words were spoken, Nuliang Rikusheng himself was in a trance for a moment.

Because it never occurred to him before that he would say such things to other people.

He has three-quarters of human blood, and he once said to the monsters who invited him that he refused to become a cunning ghost, and now he also said the same thing to Asahikawa.

When he said these words, the road in front of him became more and more clear.

The slippery ghost crossed the Asahi River for a while with a treacherous posture.The evil ghost laughed loudly, and chased after him like a catapult.

Every battle between ghosts and monsters is a contest, whether it's fighting against the soil spider from Kyoto, or going into the erupting volcano like a lunatic in Mount Asama, even how many red-eyed little ghosts have been killed.

From the beginning of the acquaintance to the meeting in the future, the wild and arrogant arrogance between the two confronted each other with great tension, and when they were quiet, it was like in a dark cave where the elder taught the immature slippery ghost , the dark tide is raging, but there is no gap for foreign things to get in.

The way of monsters and the way of painting skills have never conflicted. On the contrary, because of this, they have the space to understand each other.

Although self-willed, he is crazier than monsters, and often jumps and spreads his wings repeatedly on the verge of death, the cunning ghost knows that Asahikawa's real heart is far colder and more rational than his appearance.

Asahikawa looked at Nuliang Rikusheng for a while, but he didn't think too much about the running-in and the compatibility between the two. As long as Nuliang Rikusheng is strong enough, he will be strong. After a pause, the tone is soft but hides the blade:

"I am coming."

The fire was burning, and the smell of sulfur was everywhere.

The curly blade was like the end of a crossbow, piercing the goblin-like ghost's throat and shattering. The sharp fragments drank enough blood and fell into the lava flow satiated.

The last enemy died in the hands of Asahikawa Ichiki, who lightly jumped up the treetops, and saw the slippery ghost sitting on the branch panting after fighting all night, the edges of the haori were scorched black, and it was the same as the past. He used the demon fire to cause damage to other monsters to form an eyebrow-raising contrast.

On the other hand, Asahikawa Ichimo, even if he just jumped out of the lava river and let the fire wind blow, he was still unharmed and full of energy.

"Youkai's physical strength is really bad..."

Asahikawa sighed very deliberately for a while, and stopped because the weapon was damaged, so he set his eyes on Michimaru, as if he had thought of a good idea, thus revealing a good-looking, sincere, and actually full of A malicious smile: "Why don't you raise your bet next time, it will be more exciting."

For example, he can borrow the Demon Exorcism Knife and use it.

Nuliang Rikusheng: ...

Can he say he doesn't understand nonsense?

Of course not, especially when the ghost was still smiling at him.

The burning smoke was extremely pungent, and the slippery ghost coughed with one hand clenched in front of his mouth, pretending to be in deep thought.

"Do you still need to go up?"

The fire spread, and the big trees under their feet were in danger. Asahikawa looked up from the hillside for a while, and the whole sky was full of strange and magnificent colors. The flames rolled in the dark and thick gray clouds, and the scorched land created by the disaster Get ready for the next phase of change.

"No need." Asahikawa said for a while: "Looking at the situation, the ruins that the ghosts pushed out are about to be formed?"

"Yes, the memories of hundreds of years reappeared overnight, and the flint condensed and cooled, making it impossible for humans and animals to survive in this mountain forest for a long time. The ghosts and gods told the goddess that the traces of their wrath will remain in Qianjian forever, all because She enjoys the Heavenly Feather Clothes." Nuliang Lusheng explained.

Myths, legends, ghost stories...all the strange things are naturally unreasonable in human common sense.

Asahikawa accepted this well for a while, and this night was a manifested mystery, an immersive disaster for the audience. However, with the strength of ghosts and monsters, they ran along the direction of the lava flow with ease Scorched rocks and potholes.

"Here we come." Nuliang Lusheng said suddenly.

The scarlet lava cooled, condensed, weathered, and hardened, and the sound of wailing sounded again in the mountains and forests. It was the creatures who died in the volcanic eruption in vain. Countless wailing and sharp weapons seemed to be able to pierce the sky. Cold winds were blowing from every corner, but the sky still kept the volcanic ash that filled the sky when Mt.

【Goddess, you occupy the heavenly feathers woven by shallow clouds and mist, possessing supreme beauty and divine power, but you refuse to give them to us, so we curse this place, scorched earth is everywhere, like purgatory! 】

Facing the wrath of the ghost, a cold breath came down at this moment.

Asahikawa looked around for a moment, with slight excitement in his eyes.

It was... the sigh of a goddess.

It was as if the moonlight pierced through the clouds, and the surging river of blood suddenly stopped, and a light beam of light fell, and gradually, a graceful phantom emerged.

The celestial girl lowered her brows and her eyes were pitiful. She heard the wailing sound that seemed to come from hell, and the water-like ripples spread from the white wrist, flowing out an incomparable soft light.

When the ghosts on the ground saw the celestial girl, their eyes were burned by the dazzling brilliance. The celestial girl lowered her arms slightly, and the unpredictable sky was suddenly covered with a very light glow. The breath is attracted, like a long silk curtain falling from the sky.

The celestial girl gently raised her hand, and this huge monster land was shrouded in a layer of dreamlike clouds.

Every crack that the ghost pushed out seemed to be soothed by soft and lingering clouds, and the whining sound fell into a dream, and flowers bloomed from the hard and cold cracks.

For a while, Asahikawa and Nura Rikusheng seemed to be watching a grand mime. The monster raised his head, and the evil spirit gradually dissipated with the emergence of the morning light. In the distant sky, there was a beautiful spring glow like a dream.

He stepped forward and said: "From then on, there are flowers blooming in Guiya all the year round, and the feathers of the goddess itself have the power of gods, so there is no real master in this mountain forest. A kind of angel."

The scenes in the Youkaizhizhi gradually dissipated, and the remains of the ghosts in reality are already blooming everywhere.

The breeze blows, and the mountains are full of fine and soft petals.

Asahikawa still stood there for a while, motionless, and when Nuliang Rikusheng saw that the sun was about to shine on the place where they were staying, he planned to go forward and call the ghost out of his distraction.

"Hey Asahikawa..."

Asahikawa suddenly turned his head.

"I figured it out!"

"?" Nuliang Lusheng looked surprised.

"I thought of it!" The painter grabbed the monster's wrist, "Come with me!"

Yuyi's memory is very beautiful, and the reappearance of the legend made Asahikawa feel that the trip was worthwhile for a while, but he still has a question from it.

Whether the legend is true, whether the memory is illusory, whether the feather robe of the goddess really exists.

He shouldn't be entangled in such a problem among the monsters who don't know the truth!

Was it the remaining power of the gods that made this scene reappear, or was it because their visit brought up the past and made the mountain recall the past? Asahikawa suddenly figured out from the entanglement of such principles.

The essence of Yokai no Sato is actually to tell the story of this Yokai.

"I've thought about how to draw a Yokai no Sato for you, a Yokai no Sato that belongs only to the cunning ghost Ryo Rikusheng." Asahikawa's tone was excited and emotional for a moment, as if he had been painting for decades, and suddenly Only then did I realize what the painting path I was after was.

With the body of a ghost, he has stepped into the world that cannot be seen by ordinary people countless times, but has never stopped spreading. It turned out that he was waiting for this moment.

"It's a comic."

"what?"

Asahikawa suddenly laughed, his eyes sparkled, reflecting countless flowers and countless mountains and forests hiding ghosts and legends.

"Let me draw a cartoon for you, and then let everyone who has seen my drawing know, talk about, understand, and fear...

"The story of monsters and slick ghosts!"

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感谢在2020-08-2919:51:32~2020-08-3020:13:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of tea and stele;

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