Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

The moment the monster got on board, Mikazuki and Tsurumaru were taken to a strange place.

Even though the sun was shining brightly at noon, this valley was like the night.

Thick black mist shrouded the air, not a single ray of light could penetrate.

San Riyue's eyes gradually adapted to the sudden darkness, but the scene in front of him made him frown rarely.

Countless pairs of eyes lit up all around, and the hideous bone spurs moved and rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

In the depths of the black mist, a retrograde army was broken into two halves, and the turbid air clung to the section. Gradually, the two halves of the body grew into a complete retrograde army!

They are increasing the number in such a way!

Sanriyue finally understood why the retrograde army had to trick the monsters over.

The polluted monsters will gradually become the source of turbidity. Hundreds of monsters gather in this valley, which makes the valley what it is now.

They want to use this to breed more companions!

Sankaiyue raised her knife, her brows were extremely sharp, "The situation is very serious, Tsurumaru."

Tsurumaru stood beside him, with a sharp blade lying in front of him, shining coldly.

He was wary of the countless red eyes shining in front of him, and whispered to San Riyue, "Well, San Riyue, we are in the enemy's lair now, can we call for foreign aid?"

"It is indeed possible." Sanriyue also replied in a low voice, her body tensed, and the blade in her hand was ready to strike, "but the positioning device is on the master."

Tsurumaru's last sliver of expectation fell through, and he smiled wryly, "Well, then I'll just wait for the master to come and save the beauty!"

As soon as the words fell, the two rushed towards the weakest place surrounded.

Sanriyue chopped down a retrograde army with a knife, and Tsurumaru blocked the attacker behind him, but with the blessing of the black mist, the wound on the retrograde army quickly healed.

Sanriyue's attack became stronger, and a retrograde army fell down, directly bringing over the person next to him.

The two broke out with all their heart, but the encirclement was actually torn open by them.

"go!"

They were also unwilling to fight, and quickly ran towards the distance.

The leader standing in the middle waved his hand, and countless retrograde troops immediately chased after him.

The leader also followed, and he found a familiar power from the two vibration swords.

Instinct told him that as long as he devoured them, he could go back.

Sankaiyue and Tsurumaru fought and retreated all the way, the retrograde army behind them continued to flow without any reduction, but there were scars on the two of them.

Soon, there was no way ahead, and a towering broken wall blocked their eyes.

No wonder the line of defense in this direction is the weakest, because this is a dead end.

"Ah, ah, there is no way out," Tsurumaru wiped the blood from his face, his clear golden pupils were burning with burning fighting intent, "If this is the case, let's fight with dignity!"

San Riyue turned around and looked at the marching troops who were gradually encircling him, "Hahaha, Grandpa, I have to be a little more serious."

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Zhaohua sat on Madara's back, her silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the spiritual power from her fingertips was outputting non-stop.

The big white monster flew forward indomitably, and all the monsters who tried to stop him were bounced off by the shield shining blue light all over him!

More and more monsters being manipulated followed behind them, and it seemed as if a dark cloud had gathered in the sky.

The forest here is covered by thick black air, and Sanriyue's breath is getting closer.

"Just down there!"

Madara swooped down towards a cliff.

When it was close to the ground, Zhaohua could see clearly that under the cliff, there were densely packed retrograde troops standing here.

In the middle of the marching army stood Mikazuki and Tsurumaru who were barely holding a knife, and their bodies were stained red with blood!

The icy knife was raised high, the sharp blade cut across the dark cold light, and it was about to be chopped off!

——"Three Moons!"

Zhaohua jumped down, and the transparent protective barrier spread from his fingertips.

As soon as the blade landed on the barrier, there was a buzzing sound of weapons striking each other, and the retrograde army holding the blade was instantly bounced away.

Madara followed closely behind, and his huge body swept across, clearing a clearing in front of the mountain wall.

Sanriyue let go of her hand, and the main knife fell to the ground, with scratches all over the knife.

He smiled at Zhaohua and fell down.

Zhaohua quickly caught him, the person in his arms was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his lips had no trace of blood.

With trembling hands, he touched the blood-oozing scar on Sanriyue's face.

Almost, just a little bit.

Sanriyue was about to disappear before his eyes forever.

The only lover in this world who understands him and recognizes him will disappear forever...

"Sorry……"

He's so cocky, thinking that things will always go the way he imagined, that he's strong enough to take care of all his troubles.

But reality taught him a lesson.

If it wasn't Natsume and Madara, how long would it have taken him to find this place?

When he arrives, will he see the shattered blade of Sanriyue?

"Sorry……"

Zhaohua gently kissed Sanriyue on the forehead, carefully put away Sanriyue's knife, let Sanriyue lean against the mountain wall, and then took out the positioning instrument.

A beam of white light broke through the thick black fog and shot straight into the sky.

Natsume jumped off Madara's body, turned around and found Tsurumaru lying on the ground, glanced at Mikazuki's sword, put away Tsurumaru's sword like a model, and then helped him to lean against the mountain wall.

"Mr. Zhaohua, are they all right?"

Zhaohua shook his head, "It's fine for now, deal with the retrograde army as soon as possible, and I will take them back to heal their injuries."

His eyes were fixed on the sky illuminated by the light beam, and Natsume looked along his line of sight. At this moment, with the light beam as the center, a golden circle of light appeared out of thin air.

Natsume's eyes widened in surprise. Outside the forest, because the monsters were attracted by Zhaohua, the people who were rushing to support also raised their heads and looked at the vision in the sky.

The aperture became larger and larger, reaching a critical point, and the golden light beam fell straight down, illuminating the open space in front of Zhaohua.

The moment it touched the ground, twelve figures appeared out of nowhere in the light!

The light beam disappeared, and the tall and handsome fusangshen lined up, drawing their swords in unison.

"First Unit"

"Second Unit!"

"Get out!"

Natsume looked at the group of people in front of him in shock. They had different styles but had the same sharpness of a sword. Just looking at their backs, they could feel a strong sense of oppression. Are these all swords and swords?

Looking at the retrograde army in front of him, Hasebe pressed his sword and said, "Then, master, is our mission to destroy them?"

"No, take care of Mikazuki and His Majesty Tsurumaru for me, and don't let the enemy rush over."

"understand!"

The swords and swords quickly arranged their formation to firmly protect this place.

Zhaohua drew a protective barrier in front of him and told Natsume, "Stay in the barrier and be careful."

Natsume realized something instantly, "Mr. Zhaohua, where are you going?"

"These retrograde troops can regenerate infinitely. If this continues, we have no chance of winning. We must purify this valley!"

In front of them, Madara's huge body was lying on the ground, and monsters from the sky flew towards him in a steady stream, and he slapped one by one.

"There's really no end to this stuff."

While complaining, he suddenly felt someone jump on his neck.

With one hand, Zhaohua blasted away the charging monster, and with the other, he clenched Moba's hair.

"Madara! Fly up!"

"Damn onmyoji! This uncle is not your mount!"

That being said, he still flew into the sky with a sense of integrity.

"I know, thank you for your help!"

"Humph~"

The big white monster circled in the air, knocking all the monsters that blocked him to the ground.

Wherever he flew, a trail of blue spiritual power was left behind.

"What is this doing?"

The exorcists in the woods also noticed this, and all looked up at the sky, puzzled.

At this time, Madara had already flown to the inner side of the circle, leaving a shapeless blue trail in the air.

Dechang frowned, looking at that piece of sky, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen this trajectory before.

"This is a rune of the Purification Array! He wants to draw an array in the air!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"How is it possible! No one has ever been able to draw an array out of thin air! And this range covers the entire valley, does he want to purify the monsters in the entire valley by himself?!"

No matter how they didn't believe it, the last trajectory was completed, and the formation in the sky became coherent, emitting a faint blue light.

Zhaohua jumped off Madara's body, and the invisible air current lifted him up. He pressed his hands on the formation, and a powerful and majestic spiritual force gushed out.

The huge array projected a white light downward, and the light enveloped the entire valley covered in black mist.

In the dazzling light, the red light in the eyes of countless monsters gradually faded, and the black mist in the valley rolled and rose, and finally turned into nothingness.

The golden sun is shining on the green grass, and the clear stream is flowing, reflecting the fine waves.

The entire valley has been purified.

The exorcists were dumbfounded, seeing the miraculous scene in front of them, not knowing how to react.

Is this something humans can do?

In the first phase, he wiped out a retrograde army who pounced on him with one strike and one knife. Compared with how he was not injured just now, he sincerely praised: "You are indeed the master."

"Of course!"

"Master is the strongest!"

Others responded one after another, and the scene almost turned into a master blowing conference.

The last trace of black mist dissipated, and the formation gradually disappeared. Zhaohua withdrew his hand, and as soon as he stood up, he fell down without warning.

"Mr. Zhaohua!"

Seeing this scene, Natsume cried out nervously.

Madara, who had been guarding the side all the time, rushed over quickly and sent him safely to the ground.

Natsume ran over and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, it's just a little bit off."

Zhaohua climbed down from Madara's body with both hands and feet. It was still too reluctant to do so, and he couldn't use any spiritual power now.

Without an inexhaustible source of strength, the retrograde army was wiped out quickly.

After training for a long time, the swordsmen who had been waiting for this day all held back their energy, and with one strike at a time, all the retrograde troops turned into black mist under the strong offensive and completely disappeared.

"Master, all the enemies have been wiped out."

"thanks everyone."

Zhaohua walked to San Riyue's side and gently picked him up. He vibrated the knife a few times behind him, and he was very discerning. They stepped forward to help pick up San Riyue's knife, and then took Tsurumaru with him.

"Goodbye, Natsume, and Madara."

The halo in the sky cast another golden light, and the silver-haired and black-eyed Onmyoji disappeared from their eyes as abruptly as when he came.

The halo gradually shrunk until it was nowhere to be seen.

Natsume hugged Madara who had become a maneki-neko again, raised his paw, and waved towards the sky.

Goodbye, Mr. Zhaohua.

The author has something to say: Dechang: He can be an envoy for five people by himself. Is he really that strong?

Zhaohua: I can still be stronger.