The purple marks are densely portrayed on the seal, and the wide barrier covers the entire space without blind spots. If you don’t cut it, slowly let go of your left hand, and the dark teeth and yellow spring fall to the ground, colliding with the lilac seal makes a "ding bell" sound.

The sound of "hiss~~~~" was wrapped around the hanging fingertips, and the "clang" Feng Ming finally burst into tears at his fingertips, "Tearing———" Feng Ming's arm collided with the seal, and blood turned into droplets and flew out in the tearing and lightning-like controversy. The smoke of the chakra collision silently blocked the view...

“Tick…”

“Tick…”

The broken lilac mirror slowly healed under the abundant chakra, and the distorted left hand pressed against the mirror made of the seal. A piece of metacarpal bone passed through the flesh, and some scarlet red carved fresh marks on the lilac seal.

If you don't cut off your face, there is no expression on your face, and a ray of self-mockery appears in your heart. The chakra of the witch of the Ghost Kingdom can be comparable to the tailed beast...

On the other side of the underworld, the smile of self-deprecating is slightly gentle, and the unclogged dryness is curled up at the corners of the lips. She gently hugged the girl who could hardly feel the weight in her arms. Her broken teeth bit the corners of her lips, and blood fell on the girl's pale face, withering and haggard like tears...

The faint breathing and the fishy sweetness of the mouth buried the burning smell of the girl's body. The miracle that I wanted to maintain stopped in the last moment...

A wisp of sourness surged in the heart but could not carry the traces of tears. She almost cruelly hugged her body in her arms. The fire of karma slowly ignited from the chains. The fireworks ignited in her arms burned the skin, but she couldn't feel the reality. Losing time and time is not a tragedy, but a comedy directed and acted by herself. The plot of the story that rebirth in the story was not staged on the other side of the underworld. The only murmurs remained stagnant when they no longer slashed the corners of their mouths: "Danda Zi... Didn't I say everything would be fine..."

The blood tore through his eyes, unable to tell who his blood was sliding from the corner of his eyes. Zabuzhen slowly raised his head and looked at the witch opposite through the sealing technique. His hoarse voice was so dull that it was a little indifferent: "Can't compensate? Do you really care so much about these irrelevant garbage, the witch of the Ghost Country?"

The silver-haired witch looked at the yellow ghost eyes. She was slightly cowardly for the first time since she had completely inherited the power of the witch. A strange awakening breeds in her mind. Sick killing, distorted reason, cowardly self, and the small world that was suppressed and maintained was broken...

"No more killing" appeared on the bank of the Huangquan River. Looking at the emptiness of himself, the corner of his mouth that was maintained by the evil smile gently curled up, and said light words: "Only by giving up feelings can you not hurt. Or I won, don't kill again..."

The body of "No Slashing Again" slowly collapsed and pale, gently covering the covered space...

The pale whiteness in the pale yellow eyes faded silently, and the darkness revealed seemed to be clearer in the lilac barrier. Zaibuzhen looked at the witch outside the barrier and said slightly depressedly: "I don't know how to compensate you, then you..."

"What are you going to compensate me?!!!"

The hoarse voice was roared out, and the black ghost slowly covered the body of Aibubu, and the pale cracks torn on the shadow, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Hungry..." "Hungry..." "Hungry..."

The "God" who controls resentment falls, and uncontrollable resentment overflows from his body. The hungry and undead cannot wait to tear the shadow that has become fragile and rush to the living flesh and blood outside the barrier.

Dozens, hundreds, and thousands, endless undead crawled out of the broken ghosts, instantly crowded with narrow barriers, and piled up people...

"Squeak---" The nails and broken bones made a harsh sound on the barrier. Looking at the countless undead with their internal organs exposed and stinking corpse, the witch outside the barrier couldn't help but look slightly pale. What did she seal?

The warrior guarding the witch's face was even more disgusting, and the sound of his companion's teeth trembling could be heard in his ears.

They may have the courage to die when fighting against Terracotta Warriors and Ninjas, but fighting against ghosts that were only found in the Onmyoji era made them feel cold.

Zabuzhan Momo looked at the dead body crowded with his body, and pressed the misaligned left finger bones back with his right hand, slowly carried the beheading sword, and the wind roared on the blade of the beheading sword, "Cang——" sounded, and the sharp attribute condensed the blade of the beheading sword, and Abuzhan Momo raised the beheading sword and slashed, "Squeak~~~~~~~~!!!"

The blade accompanied by the wind, splashed dazzling sparks on the lilac barrier. Slightly cracked at the point where the blade touched. "Clang——" a blade cracked, and passed through the cheeks of Absoub's cheeks, pierced through several undeads crowded behind Absoub's own. Countless undeads bit the lilac barrier in vain. In addition to the non-dead around his body, the continuous undead was still crawling out from the hole-filled shadows, crowding the inexplicable space layer by layer.

Ziyuan looked at the shattered seal step by step and gritted her teeth to increase the input of chakra, but she still couldn't stop the increasingly bigger crack...

"Squeak~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The decapitation sword broke into pieces as the friction between the wind and the barrier. The fire sputtered on the face did not disturb the expression of not slashing again. The tiger's mouth and fingers were blurred. The decapitation sword trembled and squeezed into the lilac barrier...

"Crazy——!! Bang..."

It seemed as if the sound of glass shattering sounded in a world where there was no sound except the roar of the dead due to depression, peeling away the last silence in front of the gate of life and death.

"Roar~~~~~~~" The layers of undead like arhat fell from a high place. The undead who broke through the prison continued his body's instinct without hesitation, running, crawling and rushing towards the fresh body not far away.

"Clang——"

"Array~~~!!!" "Shoot!!!" "Protect the witch!!!!"

The samurai sword that had just been re-sheathed was pulled out again, and teams of light feet were arranged in a square formation under the chaotic order. Three guns were pointed diagonally at the attacking dead. Scattered arrows pierced into the rotten body of the dead with a roar. Several undead spirits fell under the force of the arrows and were stepped into flesh mud by the "corpse brother" who was behind him. More ignoring the arrows hanging on their bodies rushed forward...

Slowly put the shattered beheading sword in front of me, silently looking at my hands that had begun to heal. Most of the people who ran out of the ice were the civilians whom I killed in order to strengthen the "turbidity". The reason was just because I was afraid of being unable to protect Bai, but I didn't notice that you were guarding by my side, Tanzi...

Zai Buzhan turned his head slightly and looked at the lifeless ghost behind him. For some reason, he did not have the thickest and heart-wrenching sadness in his heart. The overflowing darkness had spread over the blood-colored soil. The soil soaked in the blood released one resurrected dead bodies in the dark and burning pale...

"Puchi———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The light feet who had been rushing into the gun forest were panicked, and more than a dozen samurai leaders rushed up with samurai swords, and were buried by the surging undead in a few breaths, "Woo~~~~"

"Chi———" The tragic cry of torn flesh and blood and painful impacted Qingzu's panicked mind.

"Touch——!" "Touch——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Swoosh——" A light foot dropped the bamboo gun and pulled out the small sword from the waist and cut off the head of the undead. His rotten body rushed forward a few steps and fell into the mud. Without time to be happy, he lost the defense gaps from the three guns and let several dead bodies squeeze in. He threw the light foot, which had no time to put away the knife, to the ground. "Chi——Puchi———Uhhhhhhh~~~~~~" Blood splashed out, and Wu Ming was dismembered with the snatch of the undead...

"Hu..." Zabuzhan exhaled a breath of turbid air. The smell of being surrounded by a group of rotten corpses was not that good. He dragged the beheading sword with almost no blades forward...

The continuous stream of necromancers were still rushing out of the white prison. Occasionally, a few dead people wearing broken feet mixed in them, pulling their own weapons that were either broken or covered in blood and rushing forward...

Cold sweat covered Mitsui's forehead. He, who was guarding Ziyuan, forced himself to calm down while pulling Ziyuan, who was already stunned, ran back. More than a dozen ninjas from various countries were closely guarding them.

"Um... uh... uh~~~~" Zi Yuan tripped under her feet and fell down. The things in her stomach couldn't help but gush out of her throat. She could foresee death. She was used to death, but she could not escape the bloody hell built by fighting with people.

Mitsui returned, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted, "Sir Shi Yuan, you and a few ninjas go to the Five Ninja Villages to seek shelter, and let me cut off the rear for you..."

"Vomit~~~"

Zi Yuan vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water and reached out to stop Mitsui who rushed back, but her wriggling stomach made her unable to help but bow her head and continue to vomit. When she looked up, Mitsui's figure had disappeared into the noisy light feet...
Chapter completed!