Roaring explosions resounded throughout the ruins, and the black sun suspended above the throne was frantically killing the approaching corpse beasts.
But at this moment, the number of corpse beasts surrounding the "human circle" has soared to a terrifying level. Standing in the center of Osaka and looking around, giant corpse beasts are swarming from all directions. A rough count, there are
There are as many as seventy or eighty!
Among the corpse beasts, Baili Pangpang, who was surrounded by precious light, smashed the head of a corpse beast and stood there gasping for air. He glanced at the wall of corpse beasts that were approaching all around, and his expression was ugly.
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"Grandma, why are there so many monsters?"
He turned his head and shouted not far away: "Old Cao! Are you okay?!"
At this moment, the crazy demon Cao Yuan, who was surrounded by three corpse beasts, was quickly dodging their attacks. He was so fast that he dragged out the afterimage, but he still couldn't escape.
Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth and was about to go to support him when a figure dragged a large number of ice threads down from the sky and chopped one of the corpse beasts into pieces.
"Qingyu!" Baili Pangpang's eyes lit up when he saw that person, but when he saw that the other person was not carrying the familiar black coffin behind his back, he couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Where is sister Jiang Er?"
"These corpse beasts do not have self-awareness and brain magnetic fields. Jiang Er's abilities are ineffective against them, so I left her in that formation." An Qingyu explained.
Snapped--!
At the same time, a clear snap of fingers was heard, and a raging fire storm instantly swept behind Baili Fatty, killing a corpse beast that was about to attack him.
Shen Qingzhu was riding a golden sword shadow, holding a black [Soul-Breaking Knife] in his hand, standing high in the sky, looking around, and said with a solemn expression:
"Don't let down your guard. The number of these things is increasing and our situation is becoming more and more dangerous."
"When will this end?" Baili Pangpang rubbed his ears, as if he wanted to get rid of the roaring sounds in his head, and said bitterly, "If we continue like this, we won't be able to hold on for long..."
An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and did not answer. He just raised his head silently and looked at the Iron Throne in the sky in the distance.
Lin Qiye, who was sitting on the throne and suppressing the extremely vicious riot, frowned slightly.
He could clearly feel that although those people who were suppressed to the ground by [Tyrant's Wrath] could not move and cause harm to others, some people had actually begun to harm themselves.
They stared with scarlet eyes and hit the ground heavily with their foreheads. Large blood stains stained the ground. Their expressions were fierce and crazy.
There are also some people who have bitten their own teeth, and the broken tooth fragments are mixed with blood, dripping from the corners of their mouths. The muscles on their bodies are bulging little by little, and they use all their strength, without hesitation to damage their bodies.
You also have to tear your muscles to stand up.
Although the proportion of these people who have completely lost their consciousness and turned into beasts is very small, they hide a vital message.
[The Wrath of the Tyrant] could not contain the completely crazy crowd.
If this continues, as the red moon pollution gradually penetrates into the Yata mirror, casualties will still occur in the crowd, and they will continue to expand.
This "human circle" is almost reaching its limit...
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under the mount Fuji.
Hoshi saw Shota holding Takeki in his arms, half-kneeling in a pool of blood, and fell into a daze.
"Reincarnation..." he murmured to himself.
Wu Ji stretched out her only remaining palm and gently grasped the back of Shota Hoshimi's hand. The scarlet feather fabric had completely blended into the pool of blood underneath her body. She smiled and said:
"You and I have been connected for hundreds of years. Every time you reincarnate, I will watch you born and grow up with my own eyes, and wait until the right time to appear by your side again.
I know that although I have flesh and blood, I am essentially just a Fujin sword... but so what?
During my lifetime, I was your beloved wife, transformed into the soul of a sword. I can still be your Fujin sword, hold an umbrella for you, and kill people for you.
Shota,
I will always...be yours alone [Wu Ji]."
Hoshimi Shota looked at the increasingly pale face, suddenly came to his senses, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
"Now is not the time to talk about reincarnation! You are saying these words now, as if you are leaving a last message!" Hoshimi Shota's hands were stained with the blood of the warrior, and he kept shaking his head, "You will not die, you are a disaster.
Jin Daohun, as long as this sword is still there, you will not die!"
He seemed to have remembered something, looked up at Furuki Yoshiki not far away, and shouted loudly:
"Furuhara! Can't your [Shenyin] repair other Fujin swords? Please save her!"
Furuhara Yoshiki tapped the handle of the [Shenyin] sword, and an old man floated out like smoke. It was the sword soul of this Fukutsu sword, the only human being who participated in the forging process of the Nine Fukutsu swords, Furutsuki Yuki.
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Gu Yue Yugui glanced at Wu Ji in Hoshimi Shota's arms with a complicated expression, and spoke slowly:
"She won't die...but this body cannot be saved."
"What do you mean?" Hoshimi Shota was stunned.
"The normal Fujin sword soul will not have a physical body." Gu Yue Yugui slowly said, "It takes a lot of time and strength to condense the physical body. Even the Fujin Nine Swordsmanship does not have one for every sword.
Only Wu Ji has this ability.
When her body dies, she will turn into an empty sword soul and return to the Fujin sword, and after a period of cultivation, she will wake up."
Hearing this, Hoshimi Shota was slightly relieved after hearing this, "So, she will be fine?"
"Well, it's just that this way, she will no longer be able to leave Fujin Blade, nor can she be by your side like before." Gu Yue Yugui slowly said, "Although we sword souls are immortal,
The price is never being truly free.
unless……"
"Unless what?"
Gu Yue Yugui shook his head and said nothing.
"Unless the blade and soul are actively separated."
Another voice came from a distance. Amamiya Haruki stood up staggeringly from the ground, lowered his head and coughed a few times, "Only in this way can the soul of the sword escape the prison of the smelting blade and return to freedom..."
"Amamiya? Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the wooden box on the ground with his body covered in scars. He looked up at the increasingly red sky.
"We have no time..."
He muttered to himself.
Amamiya Haruki glanced at Yuuri Takashiro, who was fighting the Corpse God in the distance, with a look of determination in his eyes. He slashed his palm with the blade, and scarlet blood flowed down.
He stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the Fujin knife in the wooden box...