Dramatic Blade

Chapter 156

If you ignore the transparent enchantment, a very strange scene appeared on both sides of the river bank. The houses on one side were intact, but there was no human habitation, and it was silent. Looking far away, the sky in the distance turned out to be the color of night. A big fire, swaying in the wind.

As for the other side, Asahikawa stood on the owl's broad back for a while, and blew the owl whistle again.

In the gray-white snowstorm, several figures rushed out, using the building and the huge ice tendrils as stepping stones, the pillars volleyed and sharpened their knives at Tong.

Each pillar is surrounded by the owl's guardian leaves, which can resist the severe and deadly cold.

The breath of water is gentle and fluent, the breath of snake is like hidden fangs, the breath of sound is bursting with strings, and after the cover of the breath of Xia, the breath of violent wind blows away a large piece of ice.

The girl with the most dexterous figure has already jumped high and launched the love cat Shigure.

The pillars swarmed up and appeared in front of him. Tong Mo was just taken aback, then swung his fan to fight back, and then saw Chaorichuan turn around and fly to the high place of the river.

Icicles and poisonous mist exploded on the river bank, people were killed or injured under the collapsed buildings, and sharp ice picks chased the Asahi River for a while.One second before hitting the barrier, the owl let out a low cry, turned a huge curve and flew upwards against the invisible barrier, causing Tong Mo's blood ghost technique to explode on the barrier.

The ice cubes crashed down, and the barrier separating the two Asakusa remained intact, leaving only a few frost-white traces.

Tong Mo laughed, and the thick ice-colored plants surged violently around him, temporarily isolating the attacks of the pillars.

"Do you want my attack to plan this enchantment, then you will be disappointed."

Tongmo belongs to the core of Asakusa on this side, and Asakusa on the other side is a small space created by crazy painters. Although it is far less fragile than Asakusa here, the two ghost stories are unrelated and cannot affect each other.

Therefore, Kuanghuashi made a guarantee to Tong Mo that "it will never be broken".

He saw the ghost of the painter on the owl's back discovering this, then lowered his head in frustration, grabbed the owl's feathers to stabilize his body, and walked around the barrier a few times, trying to find a breakthrough.

The buildings on the river bank collapsed long ago when the natural disasters struck, and the broken walls and ruins were covered with hoarfrost. There was no place for humans to hide. This place was so empty that it couldn’t be more empty.

Tong Mo looked at his useless actions, and showed a seemingly harmless smile, with a frivolous and joyful expression.

He waved his fan, and a large amount of ice crystals like clouds scattered, and the owl swayed its wings and let out an uncomfortable cry.

Tong Mo shouted: "What else do you want to do, little painter?"

Fengxue blew the animator's black hair, then Asahikawa raised his head slightly for a moment, and suddenly said: "Since you have been calling me an animator, you should know that my real methods have never been breathing swordsmanship or blood ghost art. "

The blizzard came roaring.The wide river surface was blown loudly, like a turbulent sea wave, the waves rose up, and instantly froze and solidified, allowing the subsequent splashes to leap and condense again.

The mountain-like clouds spread out, carrying intense toxicity.

The owl hummed slightly, trying to prop up the pale golden guard.

Chaori Chuan's wide sleeves were blown by the frozen cloud for a moment, revealing his pale wrists, and Tong Mo noticed that he was holding a small plate of cups in his hands, which seemed to be filled with some kind of brightly colored liquid.

He raised his other hand, which held a very inconspicuous bamboo penholder.

"Oh, do you want to paint, little painter?"

Tong Mo looked at his posture, and shook the fan lightly, and the shadow of a huge Bodhisattva appeared again in the snow behind him.

Zhao Richuan didn't change his face for a while, and instead of answering, asked: "Tong Mo, do you know the name of the river under your feet?"

While asking questions, he raised his hands in the protection surrounded by wind, snow and grass leaves, holding up the cup and pen, and the light was shining in the cup.

He wanted to paint, but this time he wanted to respect not the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods, but the other self who created this strange story.

The painter's ghost's actions were full of unruly and ritualistic sense, Tong Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, but before any thought worth mentioning flashed through his mind, he heard Asahikawa raise his voice and say the answer.

"Everyone in Asakusa knows that this river is called 'Asahi River'.

"Tong Mo, watch carefully—"

The smile on the painter's ghost's face gradually became crazy, full of murderous and tyrannical meaning that could make even ghost hunters have nightmares.

Then, facing the natural disaster-like Ice Ghost, he dipped his pen and ink, and drew a small sun disk on the sky of the enchantment.

Use the bamboo branch of Wannian bamboo as the pen holder, use the feathers of Guhuo bird as the down center, grind the golden feathers of Jintian into powder, and use the water waves collected by kappa and carp essence as the liquid.

Youkaishi is an artist who creates a dream country by collecting monsters.

From the first pen he dropped, the ghost's instinct was crazily clamoring for extreme danger, his blood seemed to be boiling instantly, trying to drag the photophobic body to escape.

Asakusa is high above the sky, and the golden light is in full bloom!

That is - the sun! ?

The tingling pain pierced his heart instantly, Tong Mo's eyes widened, and immediately wrapped layers of lotus flowers and branches to cover him from this deadly natural enemy.

Countless ice branches and lotuses rushed towards Chaori River for a while, and the ghost hunters with a shelter rushed up from the ground again, giving him all support and delaying Tong Mo's footsteps.

With the terrifying natural enemy in front of him, the only remaining thought in Tong Mo's mind was to escape. He knew that the painter's ghost was not afraid of the sun, but he didn't know why Asahikawa had such an ability for a while!That is completely contrary to the nature and instinct of madness!

The painted sun is obviously false, but it is only the first stroke, as if the inherent fear and the sound of the ice melting behind him told Tong Mo that it was enough sunlight to kill him!

Tong Mo wanted to escape, but seeing the speed at which he came to the river, he knew that no one could stop him and catch him.

However, a "tick" sound sounded high above Asakusa.The very tiny sound penetrated into everyone's ears.

One of the weird stories, the pocket watch of the clock guardian, was activated in the hands of Asahikawa Ichiji.

There was a deep scratch on the cover of the pocket watch. When the mad painter pierced his heart with a knife, the blade violently scratched the pocket watch that Asahikawa was wearing on his chest, reminding him that the ability of a pocket watch is the same as that of Tong Mo it works.

Countless strange dials appeared in the direction Tong Mo wanted to escape, and the space seemed to be distorted and expanded, and the effect that could have been static could only be delayed by Tong Mo's powerful demonic power.

But that's enough.

Listening to the ticking of the pocket watch, Asahikawa felt the blood in his body burn up for a moment, as if a red-hot iron was embedded in his throat.

He turned his head to look at the huge closed ice-colored lotus, and continued to turn his wrist without hesitation, drawing golden traces.

He knew that the crazy painter had never drawn the sun in the ghost talk even though he was a monster, not only because he took into account the existence of ghosts, but also because he never forgot that he was a ghost.

Wanting to defeat another way of himself, Asahikawa thought of it when he entered Asakusa.

He used the materials given by the youkai and the nickname of the Asahi River to draw a circle of the sun.

And the so-called "not so big price" is a moment of Asahikawa.

The despair before being imprisoned in the treasure box of the Dragon Palace, the gaze between the Dragon Palace and Jingsai, the sea monsters entangled with everything in the dark sea, and the shamisen he played for Nura Rikusheng wearing long sleeves, The helpless smiles of the two best friends.

Chao Richuan completely ignited the hatred in his heart for a moment!

With the bright rising sun, throw this melting pot of the past to the ghosts in the ice!

In the golden light, his voice came out: "Die, Tong Mo."

The extremely bright sunlight in the distance also stung the mad painter's eyes, but he still stared intently at the high-altitude sun, refusing to take his eyes off.

He opened his eyes, feeling a piercing pain.

Burning injuries also appeared on his body.

The painter's ghost created by demon power also has the dual attributes of a monster and a ghost, but the spiritual shock made him ignore everything.

The moon of Tono, the sun of Asakusa.

As a demon artist, Asahikawa certainly possessed the ability to draw the sun's disk for a while.

But the crazy painter never dared, never thought of drawing his own natural enemy.

At this point, he has already lost.

The slippery ghost knew what was going on when he saw the golden crack on the enchantment, and ran towards the river bank with his fear of fire writhing like a dragon and snake.

The mad painter supported himself and stood up with difficulty.

Sure enough, even if he forgot his memory, Asahikawa just changed from a crazy lunatic to a restrained psychopath for a while.

The winner is clear.

"I'm really not reconciled."

He smiled, moved his chapped thin lips, and took a step forward.

With death approaching, time is simply slowed down.

It is not the first time that Asahikawa was burned by the sun, but it is really the first time to draw the sun to burn himself.

This is no longer jumping sideways repeatedly on the verge of death, but jumping up and down on the verge of death, the roc spreading its wings, Thomas spinning around and spitting at hell.

This is a big gamble, seeing the sun is the death date of ghosts, but Chao Richuan has one more reprieve than all ghosts for a while, he rationally reminded himself of this advantage, but at the moment when he wrote down the pen, he couldn't think about it at all. Find out what else you can do.

Before painting, he was still cheering himself up in his heart. He seemed—yes, he seemed to be a demon painter. He could draw the moon, and the sun should be fine. With the addition of the "Asahi River" river, The sum of all kinds of things is simply the right time and place, but the people are not in harmony.

Sure enough, this is another hole I dug for him!

In order for Tong Mo to have nowhere to hide, the buildings around the river bank were replaced by the Ghost Killing Squad, reducing the space and making the already wide river the best place for the sun to rise.

And he also saw that the "Asahi River" in his memory was still as bright and golden as in the memory of human beings. After the ice and snow melted, it was gently rippling under his feet.

The sky is full of splendor and splendor, making every part of Asakusa glow!

The golden flames left behind by the small sun disc were so magnificent that Asahikawa couldn't feel the pain for a while.

Does this impulsiveness make him more human...

For a moment, Asahikawa felt as if he was soaked in lava, and closed his eyes with a sigh.

I'm really not reconciled...

"Ha, sorry, even a cunning ghost can't catch up with you to finish drawing this sun from such a long distance."

The familiar memory roared again, Asahikawa suddenly opened his eyes, and felt a huge impact on his waist!

The owl hooted loudly, and the ensuing huge sense of falling immediately engulfed him. For a while, Asahikawa was not shocked that he was burnt to such an extent that he still had his waist left to be kicked, when a figure covered him.

He opened his eyes wide, saw the person clearly, and stretched out his hand subconsciously: "Hey, you—"

"Shut up!" the mad painter roared viciously, scratching and turning with his pale palm, and grabbed the bamboo pen that flew up.

The drawing of the golden sun disc reflected in the bright red eyes has not stopped, and the past Asahigawa gritted his teeth for a moment to take over the current self and continue to draw the sun in Asakusa!

The only one who can defeat him is himself, but the winner is not yet determined!

He obviously forgot about being a demon painter, and he didn't even remember that long and desperate time, so why should he be angrier than himself!

Zhao Richuan saw the crazy painter pick him up for a while, and his figure blocked in front of him. He remembered that his memory was forgotten by himself, so only he can decide to let himself remember it.

The ghost burned down from the sky, and the only shadow fell on him. The pocket watch of Guai Tan was also held by the crazy painter, and the last bit of time delay was activated.

The barrier between the two Asakusa was completely shattered, and the sky seemed to be a constantly shattered mirror, with cracks everywhere.

Thousands of shattered lights triggered the chaotic time flow of two Asakusa. Thick clouds and haze rolled in from all sides, but they were scattered under the sunlight, and the sky was dyed a brilliant golden color.

The flowing flames dripped down again, onto the hands of the mad painter.

The creator of this ghost story raised his melting hand, and slowly stirred the torrential wind, stopping the bloody ghost art that was originally mixed with ice and snow.

The huge lotus flower was broken open layer by layer, and the last image reflected in the childlike glazed eyes was a clear raindrop.

Clear raindrops fell down.

Xuanhe clouds surged.

In front of everyone's eyes is a strange and magnificent picture. They can no longer distinguish the color of the sky, but they know that it is the sky lit up after the sun rises.

Time and space are inseparable from you and me at this moment, the past and the present are mixed together, at the most chaotic time.

Asahikawa remembered a segment for a moment.

In the deep sea, the shattered ray of light that broke the treasure box of the Dragon Palace is just like the reverse of the scene in front of you.

He remembered that after he was rescued, he had a huge hallucination, and the time elapsed in reality was like an insignificant moment compared to the time in the box.

He was desperate, refused everyone's meeting, locked himself in a dark room, and heard the news from outside the house.

——After the Itsukushima tsunami, it was a huge loss for both the Demon Slayer Team and the Youkai. The Nura Group once again launched a general attack on the Kyoto Youkai, and rumors spread like a virus because of his manga.

Deadly gossip, gossip and malice that poked the spine of all monsters.

The friction between the two worlds is inevitable, and the "savior" people long for will eventually crawl out of hell.

All because of his failure.

So Asahikawa came to the wish store alone in the middle of a certain night.

He put the scroll in front of the wish merchant.

"Because it is my paintings that make people of this era familiar with slippery ghosts and the weirdness of the real youkai world, so if you want to calm this matter, you have to start from the very beginning."

All the memories pouring over are full of countless pains in the cage, so they are always accompanied by humming that makes the soul tremble.

Now these pains finally squeezed out the final outcome at this moment.

"I choose……"

He heard himself say, "Cut off 'bonding'."

That's the best answer to getting rid of everything.

A drop of rain fell on Asahikawa Ichi's face.

The gift of time was over, he fell rapidly like a meteor, his whole body burned again, and he couldn't help moaning in pain, but the moment he opened his mouth, his eyes darkened, and he fell into a familiar embrace.

The black fear of fire swelled unprecedentedly, like a dark cloud submerging the Asahi River for a while.

"Have I caught up?"

He heard a hot, mournful voice ask him, "Have I caught up?"

The world is in endless chaos, and the black fear of fire is like a torch burning in the chaos of the world.

The Asahi River under their feet surged, ushering in the rising sun mightily.

This question spanned the long years of light and shadow that belonged exclusively to them.

It's like a reunion after a long absence.

Asahi Chuan was stunned for a moment, smiled and grabbed the slippery ghost, and closed his eyes.

"You have caught up, my lord."

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Goodbye to the boy mill (waving a small handkerchief

感谢在2020-10-1411:49:47~2020-10-1510:48:44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 mines: 2 cook for a month;

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