The self-cultivation of krypton gold boss [Comprehensive]

Brother Guang really used tricks. Fortunately, he noticed that the number of Genji was a little wrong, so he split up with Ibaraki-douji in time. As for this outfit... it was just because of need, and he personally didn't have any hobbies in this area.

Bibaraki Doji can turn into a ghost girl to deceive people at will. After all, he was educated by human beings and grew up, and certain concepts are relatively fixed.

The place he agreed with Ibaraki Doji was on the other side of Luocheng Gate, where the battlefield was extremely tragic.Holding the box containing the ghost king's head in his arms, he pursed his lips and walked over. Ibaraki Doji was sitting on the spot, his demonic power was transpiring, and he seemed to be recovering from his injuries.He hurried over to stop the bleeding first, and then looked around for the missing arm.

If you find it, you might be able to take it back. The resilience of ghosts has always been very strong.

"There's no need to look for it." Ibaraki Doji raised his eyes slowly, the blood on the severed arm had stopped, and the blood-stained sleeve was hanging down empty.

"Minaraimitsu's shikigami named Onikiri... No, he is not a shikigami, he should be a ghost, and he has the aura of Oeyama on his body. The severed arm seems to have let me go and eroded him. He doesn't know what to do now Where did it go?"

Ghosts have a certain regional character, and ghosts born in Dajiangshan often have an aura of restlessness like a raging fire.The young man seemed to feel that this series of descriptive words did not match the silent and restrained Onikiri. He thought that Onikiri might be a shikigami made by a demon sword, but he never thought that he was actually an Onikiri.

Brother Guang is really very courageous, he should have sealed Onikiri's memory by the way, and sealed it into the sword as Fusangshen.Among those forbidden spells, there are sporadic spells involving this aspect, but they are not comprehensive. It should be that Brother Guang was afraid that he would see something after touching it, so he never showed it to him.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with such a concealment, and he wasn't happy because he took his head back.He just wondered what onikiri would think now.

Onikiri has been with Genji and Mitsuko longer than him, and he regards Mitsuko as a noble and powerful master, and the young man can often see the pure admiration in his eyes.Brother Guang is strict, arrogant, and unscrupulous, but he is such a person who teaches Onikiri how to stand on the battlefield and how to confront ghosts, so Onikiri has a bit of a bearing like Brother Guang.

But there is only a little similarity, Onikiri is essentially a restrained and gentle person.

So here, we will part ways in an extreme way.

The boy lowered his eyes, and while Ibaraki Doji adjusted his state, he recited a sutra for the people and ghosts who died here.When he finished reading the scriptures, Ibaraki Doji stood up and stretched out his hand to him, first dropped the box on top of his box, and then hugged him up.

The ghost general started to run again, and in the wind and snow, Genji's banner loomed behind him.The boy lightly patted Ibaraki Doji on the shoulder, signaling him a direction.

"Give me some time," he said, "just run forward, and I will open the gates of hell, and we will go to the banks of the River Styx."

They took away the ghost king's head, Genji couldn't let it go, instead of hiding in the mountains, it's better to go directly to the place where Genji can be stopped.Several people in the underworld have a good relationship with him, and with the Bana Flower and the Wild Skeleton, he can use the spiritual veins there to revive Shuten Doji.

So Ibaraki Doji didn't turn back to trouble Genji, he accelerated again.The young man squinted his eyes in the snowstorm, the gate of the underworld suddenly appeared, and the running ghost rushed in, and the next second, the gate suddenly closed.

"They entered the underworld." Yuan Laiguang's face was not good-looking, not everyone can socialize as broadly as that little bastard, and even a place like the underworld can feel like a fish in water.If these people enter the underworld, they will first encounter ghosts who come to make things difficult.

But how could he allow Shuten-douji to come back to life?That little bastard is absolutely proficient in the technique of resurrection!

"Open the gate of the underworld!" Minamoto Laiguang no longer hesitates, as long as he intercepts the ghost messenger before it arrives, then...

"...It's a rare visitor." The ghost in black pulled out the sickle from the ground, and the black scythe that killed countless evil spirits hummed, and beside him was the ghost, and the two ghosts blocked Yuan Laiguang and The path of other Genji Onmyoji.

Yuan Laiguang watched the little bastard carry two boxes, and the ghost general led him along the road paved with fire flowers, all the way to the center of the sea of ​​flowers.The little bastard seemed to notice that he was chasing him, so he raised his head to look at him, and pursed his lips slightly.

White clothes and red silk small golden bells.

"Why can he?" Yuan Laiguang frowned fiercely, he still refused to give up.

"Huh?" Gui Shihei hugged the sickle into his arms, looked in the direction of the sea of ​​flowers, and the corner of his mouth pulled a nasty arc.

"Is there anyone there? Living people cannot enter the underworld, this is the rule."

God damn rules!

Minamoto Raimiko was almost blown out of his lungs by the ghost, he watched the little bastard run into the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, it seemed that the Higan flower received him.Then the layered petals unscrewed, and the little bastard and Ibaraki-douji were hidden by Higanka, and they were sent to Lingmai, planning to revive Shuten-douji!

I hate that he has nothing to do with that little bastard!

Minamoto Raimiko stood at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, with an uncertain expression.Those slender and soft petaled sage flowers seemed harmless and gently swayed, but they were all on guard against his movements. He had a hunch that as long as he and the Genji Onmyojis behind him wanted to force their way in, they would be gone in minutes. Be turned into flower mud!

The news from the other side of the contract changed his face, he could no longer entangle here, he had to look at the little bastard who once again destroyed his painstaking plan, and turned around and left.

【Onikiri lost control and entered Genji's family. 】

Once again, he failed to be on guard in advance, he was slapped by the red-haired ghost king, and the ghost's blood splashed into Onikiri's eyes, diluting his contract, and reminding Onikiri of those things in the past.He hurried on the road, and the onmyoji next to him showed him the scene of Onikiri wrecking havoc in his house, he pursed his lips fiercely, arranged for people to evacuate in an orderly manner, and temporarily resisted with the formation that his family used to deter Chi Ying.

And he himself...

"Master Raikou! Please think twice! Our family is too dangerous now!"

A Genji onmyoji knelt down at his feet and persuaded him, how important Raikou-sama is to Genji!If it hits at this time... bumps into that ghost's hand...

The Onmyoji didn't dare to think about it anymore, he knelt on the ground, and the people around him also knelt on the ground, and a voice with a slightly higher status uttered a word tremblingly.

"That substitute... now is the time to come in handy..."

Exactly.Minamoto Larimitsu closed his eyes slightly. He has a substitute, which he has been cultivating since he was a boy. He is the most advanced man-made shikigami.He knew that the ghost hated him for being deceitful, and if he didn't kill him, he wouldn't stop. His best choice now was to let a substitute take over.

But then what?How can Genji subdue the raging Oni?

He thought of a little bastard in a daze, he had seen the little bastard sitting with Onikiri several times, with the full moon above their heads and the fireflies beside them, and even the sugar cake had to be split in the cold night eat.Onikiri would hate him, but it was impossible to hate this little bastard, no one could truly hate this little bastard.

The onmyojis were still kneeling, they just wanted to let the talented patriarch survive, but they never thought that if he used a substitute, it would mean that he was completely defeated in this great crusade.

Minamoto closed his eyes, then opened them again.He opened the curtain of the car and looked at the gap where the snow cloud split, a ray of light cast on the snow, and the wind and snow had stopped.

The sky is about to dawn, and a big curtain has fallen, and what is in front of us is an unprecedented new era.

His hands were on his knees, tightening and loosening, his eyes flickered.Just when he was fighting between heaven and man, the ray of light slid from the edge of the window to his hand lightly, and carefully printed a long shiny mark.

Hateful, like that little bastard.

"...Use that substitute." He leaned back tiredly. This was the first time he let himself be lazy in front of people. He always kept his back straight, and it was only now that he finally showed signs of fatigue.

Little bastard, little nemesis.

The resurrection was coming to an end, the young man confirmed that the spirit veins were delivering spiritual power smoothly, and he didn't need to intervene too much in the future, so he stood up, calmed down his breath, and explained to Ibaraki Doji.

"Because of Kaoru's incident, I'm still quite experienced." He looked at the ghost king with his eyes closed in the formation. The red hair of the other party showed a brilliant and mellow dark red in a deep sleep, like a torch that was about to be rekindled. fire.

"After he wakes up, he won't remember his past, but he should keep some of his hobbies."

"People who are close to you should always be with you, talk more, and keep emphasizing his identity and past with him. Maybe you can remember some residual memories, but more are indeed gone." The young man thought about it, in order to be more detailed and vivid. , and specifically gave an example.

"For example, you can tell him that he is the unparalleled ghost king, that he is your friend... something like that."

Ibaraki Doji was also looking at the red-haired ghost king in the formation. He lost his ghost hand and his right arm was empty.After hearing what the boy said, he nodded slowly.

"I remember."

The young man smiled, boarded Hakuzosu and was about to leave, he was going to the Genji clan to welcome Onikiri back.

"I have already discussed with the Lord of the Underworld. I will protect you until you leave voluntarily, so you must rest before going out. If you need anything, you can tell Huahua, and she will help."

"Also, if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to my courtyard to find me, the one on Tuyumen Street is the one."

He gave a final nod to Ibaraki Doji, and Hakuzō rushed out, passing through the gate of the underworld and disappearing in front of Ibaraki Doji.Ibaraki-douji watched the onmyoji leave, then returned to the original place and sat down, guarding Shuten-douji to complete the resurrection.

He seemed to have had a very quiet dream, that year was the flowering period, the wind blew, and the cherry blossoms were blowing snow all over the ground.He and Shuten-douji had just finished a fight, and they sat together under the tree drinking and enjoying the cherry blossoms.He drank the wine silently, thinking about how to win the final victory next time, but he listened to Jiu Tun-douji humming a little tune leisurely, looking very contented.

"My concubine lives by the shore, Jiang Bo even Jiang Bo..."

He sneered, these are soft things, and only those ghost girls can sing.

"That's not necessarily the case." Jiu Tun-douji looked at him and smiled, "Isn't that how ghosts are, they can sing when they want, so there's no scruples."

"The flowers bloom so well this year, it must be because you are here."

Ibaraki Doji didn't speak any more, the ditty tune echoed in his ears, and when he raised his head, he saw layer upon layer of fire clouds above the cherry blossoms.He watched a cherry blossom swirl down and was about to fall into his wine glass, but was intercepted by someone with his own wine glass on the way.

"Give this to my uncle." The red-haired ghost king smiled, drank the wine filled with cherry blossoms in one gulp, and breathed out comfortably.

"Then, this is for you."

He stretched out his hand, and a small golden bell sank into the wine dish of Ibaraki Doji with a "ding dong".

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Ibaraki Doji heard the sound of getting up, and when he looked up, he saw the red-haired ghost king sitting up halfway, caressing his neck in a daze.

"Where is this...? My uncle... who is it?"

He really doesn't remember.

Ibaraki Doji then stood up and approached the red-haired ghost king, the bell on his feet ringing all the way.

"Your name is Shuten-douji." He said in a cheerful, arrogant, but sincere admiration tone.

"It's the ghost king of Dajiangshan Wushuang! He's my best friend!"

Genji's main family has become a mess, and the fire-wrapped ghosts ran rampant after killing the head of the family.He walked through the guarded doorways and lost himself in the vastness of the building.Breathing brought tearing pain, he only knew that he had killed that person and got rid of the last shackles, but he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

He cut off many things, from sliding doors to darkened roofs.He was getting weaker and weaker, and the onmyoji around him looked at him more and more eagerly.

Staggering forward, the scenery in front of him gradually blurred, Guiqie didn't know how long he could continue to move forward, he only felt pain everywhere, and the surrounding vision was cold and cruel.

"He's dying..."

"Take your chance!"

The onmyoji tried to rush forward, and Onikiri shielded himself with a long sword, his sword stained with the blood of his former master.

enough.

He has completed his revenge, so it doesn't matter if he dies.It's just that he still thinks of that year under the full moon, when the dew was cold in late autumn, the bright moon was on the building, and the sugar cake was soft and sweet.

Suddenly, the movements of those onmyojis stopped.Fear appeared on everyone's face, and they started to back away, with spells clutched in their hands, pupils constricted, lips trembling back.

"It's him……"

"Abe Seimei..."

"White Fox's..."

Onikiri turned his head slowly, dragging his own knife, staring blankly and in a daze at the young man galloping towards him on a giant fox demon. The bright moon hung above the young man's head, and the wind and snow wove into a net of snow and silver.

The boy fell to the ground and opened his arms to him, with deep pity in his eyes.

"Onikiri." His black eyes turned blue slightly, and he called again, "Onikiri."

The onmyojis who were about to move before did not move any more, they backed away in fear, watching the evil spirit slowly move towards the boy dragging its broken body.They didn't dare to show any yin and yang skills in front of this young man, because that would be humiliating themselves.

The boy smiled, opened his arms wider, and said while laughing:

"go home."

The ghost finally fell into his arms and wept bitterly.

He seemed to fall into the arms of the bright moon.