Conjuring Ceiling runs with his best friend

What happened on the ground also affected Wujo Wu and the curse spirits who were confronting underground.

[Account] The movement of being erased was too violent. For them, the shock of the mana in the air was as obvious as a tsunami, one wave after another, and Xia Youjie's mana was assimilated into the waves and became indistinguishable inconspicuous.

"Is this also in your plan?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head again, his tone rising.

of course not!

Leuhu was so angry that the volcanic lava above his head splashed everywhere.

Their original plan was to throw down the people trapped above and continue to hinder Wujo Satoru after the humans on the platform were exhausted. Gojo Goji may be delayed for 10 minutes, but the plan has not started yet, and the second half has completely collapsed.

"Where did the magician come to ruin our business!" He gritted his teeth.

Seeing them so incompetent and furious, Gojo Satoru pretended to be kind and suggested: "Do you want to investigate first? I can wait a little longer before killing you."

"Don't be angry," Hua Yu used his unique language to appease Leu Hu, and then closed all the entrances and exits with vines according to the beginning of the plan, "Just hold on until the real people come over, we will win."

The figure of the bulging phase has been hidden in the dense crowd, lurking without saying a word.

They can't help but think more, the three curse spirits who are not good at strategy can only implement according to the first half of the plan, and put their hopes on real people and fake oil. The change in [account] is so obvious, they must have seen it, and hope that those two smart people can think of other ways as soon as possible, and rush over to help them.

Leu Hu suppressed his anger: "At least now we are in the upper hand, Gojo Satoru, you must die!" He must avenge the beating he had suffered before!

"Hey~ I'm so scared~" Gojo Gojo stretched his voice, "Anyone can say big things, although I don't have much expectations, let me see your strength first."

"Heh, let's think about your first failure and what excuses to use so that you won't be too embarrassed."

The people staying on the platform were pushed to the track, and Gojo Satoru instantly understood their plan and why the rupture of the outer [tent] made them so angry. It turned out that the backup hostages were gone.

"That's right, it's painful to have such a ghostly idea. The plan has changed? After all, your pig brains can't think of a better way." He looked up, his gaze seemed to penetrate the ceiling, and cast it on someone An unknown magician who lifted [Account].

"Although I don't know who you are, but it seems that you are protecting human beings, so you can barely count them as friends."

Xia Youjie jumped back to avoid the opponent's impact.

The ordinary people around had run away long ago, but now there were only the two of them, and the surrounding scorched earth seemed to be plowed by missiles.

"It's so boring to fight like this," he smiled and looked at the fake oil on the opposite side, "don't you think it's like being self-conscious in front of a mirror?"

Fake Oil had a serious expression on his face. After the test just now, he was fully sure that the one opposite was the real Xia Youjie.This is very strange, if the person opposite is Xia Youjie, then who is his body?

After more than a year of use, the fake oil certainly does not suspect that the body I use is not Xia Youjie, and the truth of the parallel world is too bizarre, so the most likely guess is...

"Are you the product of a curse or a lab?"

curse?This is of course possible. The spell can be copied, the spell power can be copied, and the memory can even be fabricated. Then as long as a suitable body and the corresponding spell are created, it is not nonsense to clone a second Xia Youjie through flesh. This is a miracle that can only be achieved by the fusion of magic and modern biotechnology.

"Actually, I have also tried to clone the magician, but it was not very successful. Who is the person behind you? Can we exchange experience." The fake oil slowly tried to persuade the non-existent "behind the scenes", "You use the spell I was very angry when I was there, did something go wrong? As a matter of sincerity, I can lend you the body I use for research, but I am not so generous to other people."

The death is also an important reason why he thinks that Xia Youjie is a product of the laboratory. This is the experience gained from making the Nine Phases Diagram before. The combination of curse spirits and humans can only produce curse tools. Although it is not a curse, there are no living people. The breath, even in the flesh, is far from that of a human being, lifeless.

Xia Youjie couldn't help but burst out laughing. He forced his expression to hold back, his voice trembling slightly because of the restrained laughter: "I'm alive, not an experiment."

As for the dead energy in the technique, it was actually because he was currently studying the birthday present given to him by eggplant and tangela—the cauldron of hell.

Of course, this cauldron is not the cauldron that cooks the souls of sinners near Yan Mo Temple, but the cauldron that cooks hot pot that is very popular in hell and has been shrunk down by dozens of times.Generally speaking, the ingredients in hell are more lively, so the hell cauldron also has a feature that the ingredients that fall into it cannot escape by themselves.

Although I don't know what ingredients the hell's hot pot contains, and I don't want to try to cook hot pot in this big cauldron, but Xia Youjie is very interested in the closed feature, rounding it up, this is an excellent portable cage!

He has experimented with various creatures in this world, and even tried to stuff the curse spirit into it, and finally came to the conclusion that as long as it does not exceed the volume of the cauldron, no matter what falls into it, the only way to do it is to dig it with chopsticks or a spoon from the outside. There is absolutely no way to escape from the inside.In order to adapt to users of different sizes, the hell cauldron can basically be freely scaled from as small as a Rubik's cube to as large as a sauce jar, which is very convenient.

The topic is far away, back to the confrontation between Xia Youjie and Fake Oil.

Hearing Xia Youjie's trembling voice, Fake Oil became more and more convinced that his thoughts made sense. Look, didn't this just hit the other party's sore spot?

"Of course you are alive," he put on his soothing smile again. "Human beings have infinite possibilities for development, and your existence also shows this. Is there any purpose for you to come here? Maybe we don't need it at all." fighting."

"Purpose..." Xia Youjie pondered for a moment, he appeared here unexpectedly, of course he had no purpose, but now it's different, Wu from another world is pushed out to be a saber envoy, and there are still people who are trying their best to harm him, no matter where Even Xia Youjie couldn't ignore this situation.

Moreover, Xia Youjie in this world is too useless, he can't even keep his body. If he hadn't come, he might be used to hurt Wu soon, right?

"My purpose is to kill all those who try to hurt Wu." He showed a shallow smile, his gentle voice was accompanied by the magic spirit rushing up, and he was caught off guard by the fake oil.

"I didn't expect you to be so deeply attached to Gojo Satoru, it's obviously a fake." Fake Oil's face was gloomy for a second, and then returned to normal.

It would be great if he could convince the other party, but he didn't feel too anxious if he didn't succeed. After all, this "Xia Youjie" was not his target, but just a trivial curiosity about the spoiler who sabotaged his plan. It's running, even if there are some omissions, it doesn't matter, anyway, he has several backup plans.

An ominous mantra permeated the field, dyeing the surrounding sand black.

After many years of research by Xia Youjie, he borrowed from supernatural powers and the manifestations of hell spells. It is no longer as simple and rude as it was when he was young. However, the fake oil was exposed by him, so he stopped covering it up and began to use it frequently. The various means that came down, for a while, the collisions between the mantras and the mantras were frequent, and the aftermath alone made the ruins that could still see the original prototype more fragmented.

Xia Youjie blocked his attack, and the two sides were in a stalemate. The fake trash talk didn't work on him at all. Anyway, he was not a fake, but the guy who stole his body was.

"I know who the fake is. You borrowed 'my' body, have you asked the original owner?" He observed the sutures on the forehead of the fake oil closely, then looked straight into the other's eyes, and said in a flat tone, "Hey, Wake up, Wu is in danger, how long are you going to sleep?"

what? !

There was no room for omissions during the battle. The right hand that was originally intertwined with Xia Youjie abruptly retracted. The fake oil couldn't react for a while, but was directly pierced through the lung lobe by the short knife in Xia Youjie's hand, and the snow-white blade turned left and right cruelly. Turning around, the wound expanded to such an extent that it could no longer be ignored.

"Cough, cough, ha, what is this?" The blood flowed into the alveoli instantly along the wound, and the fake oil breathed heavily, and the blood mixed with foam flowed out of his mouth. Even if the other lung lobe worked hard, it couldn't relieve it. The feeling of suffocation caused by lack of oxygen, "I, I, this is the first time, the first time I have encountered such a, cough, situation." He looked at the hanging right hand, his face flushed, and he could no longer maintain a leisurely stroll Attitude.

"Didn't you say that Xia Youjie has a deep-rooted love for Wutiao Wutiao?"

Xia Youjie pulled out the short knife and cut open the suture on the forehead of the fake oil. Without stopping, the blade pierced through Naohua's wide-open mouth, and directly picked it up and threw it into the cauldron of hell that appeared at an unknown time.The uncontrollable body fell straight on the ground, and the long black hair was scattered in the pool of blood, just like the other shore flowers blooming on the bank of the Santu River, decadent and gorgeous, with lifeless silence.

Putting the lid on the pot casually, Xia Youjie held the cauldron in one hand, turned the other wrist over, and put the dagger back into his sleeve.

"Why am I being targeted by Tian Yuan in every world?" He knelt down and sighed, feeling a little bad.After that, he stretched out his hand to fit the split head and body of "myself", and tidied up the messy clothes, "Tsk, why does it feel like I'm tidying up my remains."

There were ruins all around, and the two people with the same face squatted and lay down, and the blood gradually stained everything around them.

After Wujo Satoru killed a few curse spirits, he walked out of the station following his intuition, and this was what he saw.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-2417:34:01~2021-02-2520:02:37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 who threw the mine: 1 roasted pigeon;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xialu;

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