The brain seemed to be pierced by countless red-hot steel needles. It was indescribable. The terrifying pain that penetrated into the soul made the hand ghost lose the remaining sanity. He held his head with one arm and started wailing, even ignoring the enemy Hei next to him. Ze.

The ghost's tolerance for pain has completely lost its effect at this time.

The hand ghost has never felt so painful.

A feeling of his soul being burned and being pulled into an endless abyss filled his brain.

Kurosawa stood by and did not move rashly, watching the hand ghost struggling and twitching crazily on the ground, like a fish about to die of thirst after landing on the beach.

The breath of its body dropped steadily, falling to the freezing point in a few breaths, and then completely dissipated.

"What happened?"

"Did you die so suddenly?"

After he punched the hand ghost to pieces in the head, the hand ghost suddenly changed like this.

However, Kurosawa had smashed the hand ghost's head several times before, and it always recovered in the blink of an eye, which was a pleasure, but actually of no use.

"Stop pretending to be dead, I won't be fooled by you."

Kurosawa remained vigilant, picked up a stone with his toe, and hit the hand ghost's leg.

boom!

In the ashes that filled the sky, stones penetrated the body of the hand ghost, and the huge body of the hand ghost also disappeared into the air.

Potential value +70, power of despair +10

The change that came from Huibai at the same time made Kurosawa confirm that the hand ghost was really dead and was not trying to cheat him.

Kurosawa was a little confused and touched his smooth head.

A warm and comfortable feeling came from my head.

Um?

Putting down his hand, Kurosawa suddenly opened his eyes.

Because of the darkness of the night and Kurosawa's attention being attracted by the mutated hand ghost, he never noticed the changes in his hands.

At this moment, Kurosawa saw the layer of pitch-black aura covering his hands.

"What's this?"

It's obviously a deep, pitch-black color, but it has a strangely transparent texture. You can see Kurosawa's palm through the pitch-black aura. The deep-black color, but it's transparent... gives people an extremely contradictory and confusing feeling.

And just by looking at it, I can't help but feel great despair in my heart.

Kurosawa looked carefully, but couldn't see anything with the naked eye, it was still burning black flames.

But when he came up with the idea of ​​understanding the dark arrogance, Kurosawa's eyes lost focus.

At the same time, the dark arrogance magnified infinitely in Kurosawa's field of vision.

No matter how many times it was magnified, Kurosawa finally "saw" its essential composition.

They are symbols that may be even more subtle than the atomic level. They are cross-linked and formed layer by layer into the shape of a pitch-black aura.

Kurosawa recognized this symbol.

"The power of despair..."

The power of despair belonging to the immortal ogre formed the dark arrogance in front of Kurosawa.

"My understanding of gray and myself is just a drop in the ocean..."

"Am I still human...Master said that my smell was no longer human a year ago. Coupled with these changes now...what am I?"

"Human? Ghost? Demon? The one who wields the power of despair cannot be an angel."

Kurosawa laughed to himself, and with a thought, the dark arrogance dissipated.

The mysterious symbols in the gray and white became strange and mysterious in Kurosawa's eyes.

"Now, I don't even have the qualifications to understand myself..."

The many changes in his body caused Kurosawa to have many doubts. Before, he suppressed them in his heart and pretended to ignore them. Now, as the power of despair formed and the dark momentum appeared, all these suppressed doubts poured in. mind.

But Kurosawa sadly found that he could not get the answer.

"Only those who stand at the top can see more scenery."

"As I grow stronger, these secrets should be revealed."

At this moment, Kurosawa's desire to become stronger was stronger than ever.

Hiding many doubts in his heart again, Kurosawa picked up the broken Nichirin blade from the ashes underground.

"I hope it can be repaired, otherwise the master may be tempted to use a knife on me."

Putting away the two-piece knife, Kurosawa turned and left the top of Fujirai Mountain.

...

Four powerful ghosts with different shapes attacked together.

Opposite them was the butterfly ninja with a solemn expression.

"Four came at once..."

Butterfly Ninja's palms were filled with sweat.

She fought with one ghost for too long, and the constant shifting of the fighting venue attracted other ghosts.

Now the four ghosts are attacking together, and the situation is getting a little bad.

She immediately started breathing.

Breath of an Insect·Full Collection!

Insect's Breath·Butterfly's Dance!

Four ferocious ghosts pounced at the same time, and among them, Butterfly Ninja was just like her name, like a purple butterfly that was always flying nimbly, her figure quickly hovered among the ghosts.

An alien ghost with an elongated neck and the head of a snake was first struck in the neck by the Butterfly Ninja.

However, nothing happened to this snake ghost. Instead, Butterfly Ninja's wrists were numb from the shock of the ghost's body.

Clenching his silver teeth, Butterfly Ninja turned around, and the Nichirin Sword passed by the necks of the other three ghosts again.

She was very fast, and she was still able to handle herself under the siege of four ghosts. The ghosts couldn't even touch the corners of the Butterfly Ninja's clothes.

However, the strength of Butterfly Ninja's arms was pitifully weak, not even as strong as some strong ordinary people.

This was also the reason why she fought with the first ghost for a long time. The Butterfly Ninja used the Nichirin Sword. Even with the sharpness of the Nichirin Sword, she could not decapitate the ghost and could only leave scars on its neck.

"Can I just keep avoiding ghosts and complete the assessment..."

Butterfly Ren was a little unwilling, but there was no good solution.

Her breathing method is self-created, adapted to her own constitution. It is the first derivative of flower breathing and the second derivative of water breathing.

The Breath of Insects greatly strengthened Butterfly Ninja's nimble body and strong legs, but the strength of his arms was relatively weak.

Moreover, the Butterfly Ninja has not yet created an official sword type belonging to the Breath of Insects. With her weak strength, she can cut off the demon's neck.

Even the weakest ghost has a body as tough as leather.

"Damn it, I must think of a way to kill the ghost."

Feeling the exhaustion of his physical strength, the butterfly ninja stopped his urge to cut off the demon's head and turned around to run away.

With her nimble stature, even ten ghosts surrounding her could not do anything to her.

"Hey, little girl, are you in trouble?"

Just when the Butterfly Ninja was about to leave, a joking voice sounded.

The voice sounded very familiar, and it had a convincing depth to it.

Looking towards the source of the sound, a two-meter tall figure walked out of the shadows,

The naked upper body, with bulging muscles and bulging veins wrapped around it, and the hairless head glowed coldly under the moonlight, giving people a suffocating pressure.

"Oops! We encountered a powerful ghost!"

This was Butterfly Ninja's first thought.

Seeing her shocked expression, Kurosawa vaguely guessed what the Butterfly Ninja was thinking, and couldn't help but darken his face.

"Your memory is really bad. We just met yesterday."

"Forget it, since I promised your sister, I don't care about this anymore."

Following the words, Kurosawa's figure moved instantly like a tyrannosaurus, and the ground shook violently.

In an instant, the sound of flesh and blood splitting and bones shattering rang in Butterfly Ninja's ears.

The four ghosts around her fell down softly at the same time, as if their bodies had been crushed by boulders, and they were miserable.
Chapter completed!