Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

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

Gojo Wujo raised the corners of his mouth evilly, his tone was soft, and his ice blue eyes were full of mockery, as if he was mocking the ignorance of this super magic spirit.

It's just a soul, as long as he wants to, as long as he can see it, he can touch it.

The real person froze for a moment, then looked down in disbelief.

The wound on his head is still bleeding, and the eye sockets that have not yet grown up barely cover the eyes that will not fall. The two rolling balls make a disgusting sound like flesh rubbing sticky as he lowers his head. , as if it will leave the eye socket in the next second and fall down.

And what he saw was a right hand passing through his chest, revealing a slender and powerful half of the forearm, with dark red blood falling on it, forming an extremely sharp and strong contrast with the white color.

However, it is not the hand passing through the chest that really scares the real person, but the hand holding his soul.

It was the first time he felt the pain that came from the soul being controlled by others and being hurt wantonly. He even felt that as long as the hand was a little bit harder, his soul would be annihilated here.

This punch made him feel the fear of approaching death and the desire to survive even more than the punch he received when he fought against Knotweed Yuren.

Gojo Satoru clenched his right hand, grabbed a corner of the real man's soul, and then pulled out his hand forcefully, tearing off a large piece of real man's soul like tearing a rag.

The tightly clenched hands were released, and a few black spots of light fell from Gojo Satoru's palm, which disappeared in an instant without a trace.

The crimson blood dripped from his snow-white fingertips, with a slight sound of tick-tock-tick, but it was like a boulder falling into the water, creating a stormy sea in the real person's heart.

Bearing the pain of his soul being torn apart, the real person suddenly changed his face.

"Puff...cough cough..." Daoist's throat overflowed with a mouthful of blood, and a strange crimson color appeared on his ashen-like face.

"Ah~hahahaha... so happy..." A smile that was almost happy appeared on his face, and against the distorted and fragmented gray face due to pain, it looked extremely terrifying.

"Is this what Leohu felt?" The real person became excited like a satisfied addict after taking drugs, his body trembled violently, and in the eye sockets that finally grew, two glass-like The inorganic eyeballs are extremely bright.

"This kind of fear and trembling from the depths of the soul."

"This feeling is really..."

"It's amazing...hahahaha..."

The real person laughed.

The conjurer is really... a magical thing, it can give him such a novel experience every time.

If the experience that Yuzu Yuhito brought him was the first time he felt the threat of death, then what Gojo Satoru brought to him was the fear from the depths of his soul, and the inability to bear it when faced with fear. Live the shuddering thrill.

The real person's hands are in the mudra, and there are countless hands in the mudra with his head raised, one after another, one after another, as if there is no end.

"The field unfolds——"Self-closing Buckler Wrap"! "

The field formed by countless big hands, no one who stands in it will feel that he is very small.

And those big hands seem to be able to hold people in their palms at any time, rub them flat and round them.

In someone else's domain, Gojo Satoru seemed extremely relaxed, even if the domain had the blessing effect of [-]% hitting the target, he was not worried at all.

"Speaking of... this is the first time we have fought." Gojo Satoru stood on the palm of a big hand, and suddenly asked without beginning or end.

"yes……"

"That's what I said, but... you also call this field expansion?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled, expressing his disdain.

A field of this level is a bit disappointing...

Is this curse spirit really the one who made his boring juniors and cute students helpless before?

Or is it because I have such a past and know that my juniors and students have suffered at the hands of this curse spirit, so I unconsciously have high expectations for it?

Although this area looks weird, like a horror movie set, there is nothing special at all.

Of course, he is the only one who can feel this way.

"Although the domain can enjoy the benefits of [-]% hit, but...but it is not completely unsolvable,"

Gojo Satoru also raised a hand, which had just passed through the real person's chest, and there were still bright red blood stains on it. The fingers were slender and well-articulated, and the middle finger was bent and stuck in front of the index finger, making an infinite gesture.

"Is it okay if my domain is higher than yours?"

As long as a stronger field is developed in someone else's field, this field can be directly covered.

"What..." The real person was shocked again.

"The field expands——"Boundless space"! "

Now the real person finally understands the real reason why Leuhu trembles with fear when he hears Gojo Satoru's name.

The pitch-black universe spreads slowly around Gojo Satoshi as the center. Don't let Daoist watch helplessly as his "self-closed circle" is swallowed up by his own universe.

The real person froze in place, not knowing how to react, as if the pause button had been pressed, he stared blankly at one place.

My mind is blank...

There is nothing in my mind, no, or in other words, it is because there are too many things in my mind, and it is too late to deal with it, so it is in a down state.

Gojo Satoru once again clenched his fist with one hand and snapped his fingers with the other.

"The technique is reversed——"Cang". "

A blue ball of light appeared in front of Gojo Satoru again.

"Spell Reversal - "He". "

Another red ball of light appeared.

One red and one basket, the two light spheres merge together to become a bright white light sphere.

"I'm really sorry that the first match was unilaterally decided to end so quickly."

Gojo Satoru said without apology, but the real person opposite him couldn't give him any response.

"No way, who made me hurry up now."

Gojo Wujo's eyes froze suddenly, and the corner of his mouth cracked into a crazy smile.

"Virtual form - "Che"! "

The white beam of light roared towards the real person again.

This time, he couldn't dodge anything.

A 5-minute brain blank period is enough for Gojo Satoru to kill him [-] times.

But Gojo Satoru was very kind and decided to give him a happy ending.

The real person disappeared in the vast universe, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The super-level mantra, the exorcism has been completed.

This is the strongest strength.

When Gojo Satoru really got serious, no one would have the room to fight back.

If he is willing to fight with you, it's just because he doesn't want such an interesting thing to end too quickly, so he deliberately plays.

The "Boundless Space" gradually dissipated, and Gojo Satoru regained the sight of the pier.

The smell of blood in the air has faded a little.

A huge purple and blackened ball was suspended in the air.

You don't need to guess, you know that this ball is the domain of that big purple-red mantra.

The middle is also inside.

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate for a second, bent his knees and took off, so that he was at the same height as the huge ball.

The trajectory of the flow of mana power on the ball was clearly displayed, Gojo Gojo raised his fist and smashed the ball without saying a word.

Because realms protect realm holders from the inside, the outside is much more vulnerable in comparison.

But a domain is a domain after all, and it is difficult to break it by brute force.

There was no expression on Gojo Satoru's face, he just waved his fist mechanically.

One punch, two punches, and an obvious crack appeared in the ball.

With the third punch, there was a loud bang, and the ball blasted a hole, big enough for one person to pass through.

Gojo Satoru jumped in directly.

And the scene in the domain made him lose all reason in an instant.

His Chuya, dressed in rags, was seriously injured, but he was still fighting.

And that big purple-red man was showing off his power proudly, completely unaware that in the near future, he would use his own life to repay the injuries Zhong Ye had suffered.