Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

The sun was clearly in the sky, and the pale golden sunlight shone on the sea surface, but it seemed that the setting sun was falling, and the color of blood appeared in the sparkling water.

Dead bodies piled up.

Most of the corpses have been dilapidated, and some are not even human corpses, but a pile of rotting flesh, which can only be barely recognized through the fragments of the iconic black suit. Is a bottom-level member of Port Mafia.

Guns and ammunition were scattered all over the place, and it could be seen that these people made enough efforts to protect the cargo ship and their own lives.

Dying people can see the curse, but they don't know that their own death is coming.

The victor of the battle stood on the highest point of the freighter, with a joyful and intoxicated smile on the corner of his mouth, the rubber band at the end of his hair disappeared, and the long gray hair was blown wildly by the sea wind, revealing the fragmented handsome face, one gray and one gray The blue eyes of different colors looked at this cruel scene with satisfaction.

It's like a catastrophe befalling the world.

This time, he did not turn those humans into soul-deformed curse spirits as usual, but chose to destroy them directly.

He knew Wujo Wu would come, and for this man, no matter how many human curse spirits were, he would not know those human lives at all, and would only exorcise them like ordinary curse spirits.

It would be better to put those corpses on the bright side, which would stimulate his senses more, wouldn't it?

Oh yes, and that man with the soul of a god, seeing the death of so many compatriots, he must be so angry that he would go crazy.

"They're here." The gray-haired man's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation, looking towards the direction where the shadow was approaching

There was also a huge purple-red figure standing beside him, looking in the same direction as him.

This is what Gojo Satoru saw when he brought Chuya to the wharf where Mafia's cargo was robbed.

The wet and salty sea breeze mixed with the smell of blood constantly stimulated their senses.

Especially for Zhongye, the people who died here were all those who had worked with him, and that kind of friendship is incomparable.

"It's okay, Chuya, these subordinates of yours will not sacrifice in vain."

Gojo Satoru looked up at the two super magic spirits on the freighter, his snow hair was disheveled, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The more he smiled casually, the more angry he was.

Gojo Satoru had imagined the appearance of a curse spirit, but he didn't expect it to be two super-level curse spirits.

And both of them have a long history with him.

This is great, he no longer has to hide his strength, of course it is...

Forget the old and new grudges together.

Chuya took off his hat and knelt down on one knee, held a handful of sand stained with blood donation in his palm, and lowered his eyes in mourning.

"They won't die in vain." There was also a voice that contained anger.

Gojo Satoru slightly lowered his head and looked at the top of Chuya's hair.

"Yes, we will not let them die in vain."

The people on the freighter couldn't wait at first.

He was already so excited because of these two beautiful souls.

One is pure and powerful, the other is chaotic and mysterious.

The gray-haired man jumped off the freighter, and before landing, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand indifferently, and a white light flashed, hitting the gray-haired man's chest.

The gray-haired man didn't have time to dodge, and took the blow alive.

The light smoke dissipated, and the gray-haired man was unscathed, and the strange-colored eyes even shone with more excitement.

Gojo Gojo lazily put away his hands and pulled Chuuya up from the ground.

The blood-stained fine sand in Chuya's hand fell in strands, and the last one failed to stay in the palm.

"It's the first time we meet, I should introduce myself." The gray-haired man said, "My name is Zhenren..."

"That...wait a moment."

Before the real man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Gojo Satoru.

"You don't need to introduce yourself." Gojo Satoru said this seriously, earnestly and sincerely. The next second, his beautiful lips slightly raised a contemptuous and slightly provocative arc, "Because the curse spirit who is about to be exorcised, You don't need a name."

The real man shrank his pupils when he heard this, and then broke into a secretive smile.

At the same time, another super magic spirit also fell from the sky, and the place where it landed was cracked, sending dust and sand all over the sky.

In the middle, it is natural to face this super magic spirit who just came down.

"Chuya, you..." Gojo Gojo just wanted to stop Chuya, but he saw that the person had already been shot out of the chamber.

He smiled helplessly.

Sometimes, his middle is also terribly capricious.

"Are you really worthy of being the strongest? How can you be distracted at such a time?" Zhenren turned his fist into the size of a sandbag, and punched Gojo Satoru.

Wujo Wu heard the words, retracted his gaze and turned his head.He put his hands in his pockets, with a relaxed look, he didn't care about the real person's attack at all.

"The reason for distraction is that you are not important at all." Gojo Gojo squinted and smiled, not even moving his position, let alone defending himself.

"Even if you are the strongest, you can't talk too much." The real person was not angry when he was provoked like this, but became more excited.

"That person just now has a special soul, I really want to get rid of you now, and experience the soul of that god again!"

Because I was too excited, I accidentally said what was in my heart.

"Then you, come and try."

Wujo Wu's eyes flickered, and a powerful spell spread around him.

Anyone who dares to covet him deserves death.

The smile on the real man's mouth widened.

He wanted to learn it a long time ago, the so-called strongest person who made Fukuchi Sakurachi so yearn for it, but made Lehu tremble with fright when he mentioned the word "Gojo Satoru".

Zhenren's fist stopped at a distance of about ten centimeters from Gojo Wujo, unable to touch him at all.

People always limit their definition and imagination of being strong because they are not strong enough.

"It turns out that I really can't hit you." The real person put away his fists, and his tone was as surprised as a child who discovered something new.

"Isn't it too dangerous to be touched by you?" Wutiao Wuteng raised his leg and kicked the real person away, keeping him away from himself.He threw away the sunglasses that were originally hanging on the bridge of his nose, revealing those ice blue eyes.

"It's time to end, right?" Gojo Satoru raised one hand and clenched his fist, and the other hand made a gesture of snapping his fingers.

"The technique is reversed to "Cang". "

A blue ball of light appeared in front of him, shining blue light, reflecting his delicate face with a crazy smile.

"Spell reversal "He". "

Another blood-red ball of light appeared in front of him.

The two-color light, one red and one basket, set off Gojo Wu's fair face in an extremely sad and charming way.Those bright and breathtaking blue eyes were opened a little wider, Gojo Satoru looked at the real person as if he were looking at a dead person.

A life that was about to be destroyed in his hands.

This recognition instantly ignited Gojo Satoru's heart, and he became uncontrollably excited.

He has no time to waste here now, he needs to solve it as soon as possible and then go to see the situation in Zhongye.

The two spheres of light attracted each other, entangled with each other, and merged together to become a more dazzling white sphere of light.

"Virtual "茈"! "

As soon as the words fell, a strong white beam of light roared in the direction of the real person.

Before it was too late, the white beam of light hit the real person's head with destructive power.

The real person had just landed, so he didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only use his wits in a hurry to make himself a little smaller and look like a child.

He underestimated the destructive power of "Chi" and cut off more than half of his entire head.

"What a pity..." Viscous plasma flowed out from the wound on the top of his head, covering the remaining half of his face, but his smile did not change. The disgusting sound made when stirring the minced meat slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Both spooky and creepy.

"You can't really hurt me without hurting my soul."

Wujo Wu heard the words and closed his hand gestures, kicked his toes, bent his body and quickly rushed towards the real person.

He chuckled lightly, as if mocking the ignorance of a dying person, and when he got close to the real person, he pressed it close to his ear.

Shura's icy, evocative voice rang in Zhenren's ears.

"Really... didn't you get hurt?"