Chapter 129 The war begins, swords fall/Xia You swallows the sword.
The white-haired boy was running in the mountains.
There were several cursed spirits following behind him. He had a chain-shaped curse tool wrapped around his hands. A dagger was linked to the chain. The young man threw the dagger and hit the head of the cursed spirit in front of him directly.
Then he used the force to jump up, and the chain pulled the dagger back into his hand, and the number of chasing cursed spirits increased again.
"Cursed Spirit...?"
With Tianyuan's ability, it is not impossible to attract a large number of cursed spirits to Tokyo and set up a barrier to wait for the attack.
The Panxing Sect was able to exist for hundreds of years without Tianyuan's interference. It is still unknown how many fanatical fans Tianyuan has.
It is true that Tengen is unable to display his full power due to his lack of spell spiritualization, but Gojo Satoru cannot use unlimited power continuously at this moment.
For Sengenmaku, it was the right time to deal with Tengen, however, for Tengen, Gojo Satoru at this moment was the easiest to deal with.
Even Tengen was waiting for the astral plasma to leave the battlefield. Chigenmaku sent people away because he thought the probability of assimilation was so low that there was no need to try, and Tengen wanted to kill Gojo Satoru at this time.
If Astral Plasma dies on the scene, it is hard to say whether Gojo Satoru will be able to awaken the reversal technique by chance. Gojo Satoru with the reversal technique will be countless times more difficult to kill than he is now.
Since Sengenmaku has contacted Fushiguro Shinobu and temporarily blocked the feud between the Ten Kage and the Rokugan, Tengen can only attack by force. Gojo Satoru is only fifteen years old, and one special grade or two special grades may be meaningless to him.
What about ten?
So what if the cursed spirit's attack lasts for a very long time?
Gojo Satoru can persist, but can Geto Suguru persist?
The high-level cursed spirits went straight towards the two of them, but the low-level cursed spirits were killing ordinary people crazily. Could they really turn a blind eye?
There is no need to worry about anyone. For this world, all you need to do is kill Gojo Satoru, or wait for Tengen to turn into a cursed spirit, and everything can be resolved cleanly and neatly.
Qian Jianmu was certain that according to the world's calculations, the probability of the world successfully darkening was even more than 99%.
Because Tianyuan has already chosen a side, everything is already determined.
In fact, the number of cursed spirits chasing Qian Jianmu was not large, most of them were just entangled with him and obstructed his progress. The world consciousness had no intention of killing him here, or perhaps it was because the world consciousness did not think it could kill him here.
Standing on the treetop, Qian Jianmu wiped the blood belonging to the cursed spirits off his face, and lowered his eyes to look at the cursed spirits gradually gathering towards him under the tree.
Zero endlessly converted his cursed energy to fill the deficit in his body. Due to the influx of a large amount of negative emotions, the boy's expression became increasingly grim.
The short sword was given to Geto Suguru. Sengenmaku's weapon at this time was a level one cursed tool bought from Fushiguro Shige, and his combat power was only level one at best.
However, there were several level one cursed spirits surrounding him.
If we send so many cursed spirits here, the number of cursed spirits in Japan will be reduced, right?
Complaining slightly, Qian Jianmu raised his head and looked in the direction of the high school not far away.
After arranging everything, he came to the vicinity of the Jujutsu High School and stood at a distance that he felt was relatively safe, waiting for Tengen to make his move. However, his previous caution forced him to spend a lot of time on the journey.
what to do?
The longer it drags on, the more dangerous Gojo Satoru will be.
Without learning Yin-Yang magic, spiritual power is of no help in combat, so...
etc……
He had never tried it because there was no need and because he had not encountered many big scenes.
Ryomen Sukuna is not someone who can be defeated easily, no matter what method is used, it will be of no avail. But at other times, he will not actually encounter very difficult battles. Maybe he still has a trump card that he hasn't used yet...
A flying cursed spirit swooped down from the sky. Qian Jianmu took two steps back, jumped, landed on the back of the cursed spirit, and stabbed the cursed spirit's curse core with the curse tool.
“Chiken——!”
Shouts were heard in the distance. Qian Jianmu looked down and saw Ye Mo Zhengdao violently removing a first-level cursed spirit. The stern middle-aged man retracted his fist, took a breath, and looked at him worriedly. Those usually ugly and cute cursed skeletons were assisting in the attack. Layer upon layer of plasma had accumulated on their surface, and then melted into the air as the cursed spirit died.
"Mr. Nightmoth?!"
"It's too dangerous here! Qianjian, come to my side!"
Ye Mo Zheng Dao is a first-class sorcerer, but his fighting ability can definitely be rated as quasi-special grade. The man can kill one cursed spirit with one punch, but even so, the excessively large number makes him a little overwhelmed.
Why are the moths here?
Using the soft treetops as leverage, the white-haired boy descended, stepping over the heads of several low-level cursed spirits. Ye Mo Zheng Dao's eyes blurred as he saw the boy running to his side.
...When did this kid become so powerful?
"Teacher Ye Mo, why are you here?" The boy took a breath and looked up at him.
"Are you okay?" Ye Mo Zheng Dao looked at him worriedly. After making sure that he was not injured, he let out a breath and said, "Gojo wants to close the school. I was worried and came to check on him."
"Is there no one left in the school?"
"There are still a few sorcerers guarding the Jiku. What's going on?"
"……fine."
This is certain, even if the college is closed, it cannot be truly empty.
"Why are you here?" Ye Mo Zheng Dao suddenly realized, "It was you who ordered Gojo to close the school? What's going to happen? What are you going to do?"
Just as he finished speaking, the two heard an explosion in the distance. The college was located in a remote area, but it was not an uninhabited area. There were some small villages scattered around it, and the explosion came from the nearest village.
It was so far away that the fire looked like a single point of light, yet it cast the sky an ominous red.
An ordinary person suddenly met with misfortune in front of him, and Ye Mo Zhengdao's face became more and more ugly.
"Where do so many cursed spirits come from?"
"Teacher, behind me!"
The cursed spirits surrounded them in circles, and some cursed skeletons could not hold on and became scrapped. The pressure on the two was increasing. Qianjianmu swung his dagger and got stuck in the hard shell of the cursed spirit. The slime-shaped shell of the cursed spirit was terribly hard. His hand paused and he had no time to withdraw it. He was about to take a hit, but Ye Mo Zhengdao behind him jumped up and kicked the cursed spirit away.
The battle was so fast paced that the two could no longer talk.
It took nearly two hours of fighting to clear out the cursed spirits. The two were in a very miserable state. Ye Mo Zheng Dao's cursed corpse was completely destroyed, his glasses were broken, and the wound on his forehead was bleeding, which he wiped away hastily.
Looking at the fragments of the cursed skeleton on the ground, Ye Mo Zhengdao turned his head and looked at the young man who was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed and resting, and asked in a deep voice.
"These cursed spirits are here for you."
Because Gojo Satoru said some concerning words, Yaga Masamichi has been patrolling near the high school tonight. Just when he was about to drive back to rest, the cursed spirit erupted.
There are indeed a large number of cursed spirits here, and these cursed spirits show the classic cursed spirit behavior patterns, killing and causing chaos without thinking. But after removing several cursed spirits, Ye Mo Zheng Dao suddenly discovered that some powerful cursed spirits were moving towards a certain goal. He followed the direction of the cursed spirit and saw the long-missing student Sengenmu.
The longer the battle lasted, the more he could feel the difference. A large part of these cursed spirits were specifically designed to strangle Sengenmaku. If it weren't for the fact that Geto Suguru's technique was unable to achieve such a sophisticated design, Yaga Masamichi would even have suspected that this was Geto Suguru's attack!
"I'm going to technical high school, teacher."
"……Why?"
"The only one who can hide so many cursed spirits is Tian Yuan."
"How is that possible!"
Ye Mo Zhengdao opened his eyes wide in shock, but he had to admit that if there was really someone who could carry out such a large-scale indiscriminate attack, and no one had even noticed that there were so many cursed spirits lurking in the city, the person most likely to do this was only Tian Yuan.
But...Tianyuan.
That’s Lord Tianyuan!
"Don't say that about Lord Tianyuan!" Yega Zhengdao held his throbbing forehead and said, "Lord Tianyuan is the patron saint of Japan. He would never do such a thing."
Qian Jianmu looked at him and said softly, "Teacher, can you still make a call?"
Ye Mo Zhengdao was stunned.
"The only one who has the ability to set up a tent covering all of Tokyo is Tengen, Sensei." Chigenmaku dialed the number on his cell phone, and the voice without a signal was particularly harsh: "If it wasn't Tengen, maybe I could ask him for a way to crack this tent."
"...I'll go with you."
"The teacher has more important things to do."
Qian Jianmu looked at the burning village not far away, his expression as calm as if he were some kind of machine:
"There are more people waiting to be helped, Sensei."
In a place that the moth could not see, at the top of the distant sky, a huge halo appeared, with strands of golden light entwined around the halo, forming a huge and spectacular scene.
In Qianjianmu's mind, a large amount of spiritual power was drained. His head was aching, but his expression became calmer and clearer.
...The world is at war.
The reason for the world war is probably that the world is about to darken, and the world consciousness can no longer wait, so it chooses to start the war in advance.
This means that one of Gojo Satoru or Tengen has just been on the verge of death...
Five...
In addition, he felt that sword men were falling into this world bit by bit.
Qianjianmu took a deep breath. The sword was completely unable to recover and generate spiritual power on its own in the world of sorcery. From this moment on, all the spiritual power was borne entirely by him. The doubled spiritual power loss made him feel weak for the first time in a long time.
Fortunately, he is still their Shinsengumi. As long as he can use all his spiritual power at this moment -
There were rustling sounds coming from the woods. Qian Jianmu turned his head and saw several familiar shadows from different directions.
He was stunned, and his eyes slowly widened.
ah?
Does the sword's cursed spirit also participate? Is this true or false?
What comes are not only swords, but also the cursed spirits of the swords!
"Oh! Master, I'm so lucky, I'm right near you." Tsurumaru Kuninaga arrived first. Because the world was at war, the sword world had completely collapsed. Now their spirits and the past have all solidified. Without the restrictions of rules, the swords are now truly 100% strong. Although their spiritual power still needs to be replenished by the Shinsengumi, their combat effectiveness is more than one level higher.
In a flash, the black-haired Tsurumaru and the white-haired Tsurumaru rushed towards him together.
The black-haired Tsurumaru drew his sword to strike, while the white-haired man blocked it with his scabbard. The strong wind from the fight between the two men blew all over Chijianmaku's face. Chijianmaku took two steps back and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Don't be afraid, we've been fighting all the way, he's very funny, haha!" said Baifa Hewan.
"Why are you hiding?" Black-haired Tsurumaru laughed, "Are you scared? Shinsengumi?"
Ye Moth Zheng Dao, who looked bewildered, repeated woodenly:
"Master? Shinsengumi?" His students were playing tricks.
"The master must be frightened. I have never seen such an expression on the master's face." Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed and pushed away the black-haired Tsurumaru's knife with force: "But, the Shinsengumi doesn't need this kind of fright... This kind of fright is not a good fright, okay?"
"You know shit. This is the most interesting." Black-haired Tsurumaru made a face.
"How can you still swear!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga was horrified: "This is too cool! Hahaha, come on, come on!"
No one knew what kind of fighting spirit broke out between the two men. They ignored Qian Jianmu and found a place to fight among themselves.
Chiganemaku stared blankly at the two Tsurumaru who were happily fighting, then turned around and saw several other figures approaching.
Very good! There is help! It’s Yagen Toushirou…Yagen Toushirou?
I saw Yagen Toushirou walking towards me holding a masked Yagen. The masked Yagen didn't say anything and just let him catch him.
"General..." Yao Yan sighed: "Sorry, I'm late. This guy is really troublesome."
"You're so annoying."
"Now that you're here, work hard!" said Yagen Toushirou.
"I don't want it, I want to rest!" Masked Yaoyan said in a muffled voice: "I want to sleep, I don't want to work..."
“…”
Because it was too tiring, the cursed spirit's resentment turned into not getting enough rest. It didn't even want to kill the Shinsengumi and just wanted to sleep?
Come to think of it, it is indeed rare to see Yagen's cursed spirit in Honmaru. It turns out it has been sleeping all the time!
"My Lord—be careful!!"
A cold wind blew from behind, Yao Yan's eyes became fierce, and he drew his sword to block the attack. Qian Jianmu had no time to react at all. He turned around and saw a man with pure black hair and blood-red eyes looking down at him and snorted coldly.
"Let's fight!"
Pressing Hasebe——?
"My Lord, are you okay?" Yakiri Hasebe arrived late. He held a knife in his hand and asked the cursed spirit, "What on earth are you thinking about?"
"As the master, kill me or be killed by me. This is the master's duty." The black-haired man said calmly, "If you can't even beat me, you might as well die now to avoid suffering in the future."
...twisted! Totally twisted this guy!
"So listen to me, your idea is not right!"
Yakiri Hasebe attacked as he spoke, and with gentle persuasion, his sword struck him ruthlessly, one blow after another:
"I've already said it! We! Should! Coexist! Harmoniously! With the Master!"
The speed of these perfect swords was very fast. Chijianmu could feel that the swords within a dozen kilometers around the Jujutsu High School were running towards him, and those farther away were gathered in the city. Judging from the amount of spiritual energy consumed, they were either fighting with him or removing cursed spirits.
For some reason, the swords that came brought cursed spirits with them, and after arriving, they started quarreling with the cursed spirits. Tsurumaru Kuninaga and his own cursed spirit were competing to remove cursed spirits, Yagen Toushirou was grabbing his own cursed spirit to find the position of Ichigo Ichibo, Yakiri Hasebe was fighting vigorously, and for some reason, Ba-gata Naginata and his cursed spirit, who were the farthest away but arrived in time, stood behind the Sengenbaku on the left and right, without saying a word, pretending to be gate gods and pretending to be deep.
Looking back, Ye Mo Zheng Dao was staring at the extremely chaotic scene in front of him in amazement. Qian Jianmu silently covered his face and let out a groan.
"Teacher, it's not what you think." Qianjianmu chose to explain to Yega Zhengdao first.
"I didn't think about it." Ye Mo Zheng Dao was silent for a moment, then he sighed:
"Then explain it."
"Uh... I'm not from this world..." Qianjianmu said.
"...Oh, I see." Yega Masamichi showed an expression of understanding. He murmured, "That makes sense. You suddenly appeared and left, leaving no trace and no remaining cursed power. If you were not from this world, then you would..."
"Teacher - teacher, are you okay, teacher -"
"Oh, oh, I'm fine, I'm great." Yeyao Zhengdao said in a low voice with a blank face.
You are OOC, teacher——!
"Teacher, are you okay? Do you need some water? Do you need something to eat? Would you like to sit down for a while? I'll chop down the tree right now--" Baxing Naginata said eagerly.
"What are you going to do to the college!" Ye Mo Zheng Dao came back to his senses and looked at the woods in front of him that were chopped up by swords and said, "Qian Jian!"
The moment he said his last name, Ye Mo Zheng Dao saw the swordsmen suddenly stop fighting, their eyes fixed on him, and then after a moment, as if realizing something, the swordsmen turned their heads back, a little embarrassed, pretending to be busy.
"……?"
"Teacher, they are Tsukumogami, don't give them your names easily... But now, it doesn't matter if you say their names." Qian Jianmu sighed, "Time is tight, I'm fine now, teacher, can you pick a few to go with you to rescue them? You can ask them for details."
"I'm sorry, teacher. It was a bit of a reflex." Yakiri Hasebe apologized seriously. He glanced at the Sengenmaku, then at the unlucky cursed spirit, and sighed: "Then, let me accompany the teacher to rescue people? This here will bring trouble to the master."
"If you don't want to go, don't go. I'm leaving." said the Yaqi Curse Spirit.
How come your cursed spirit's speech also reeks of a loser, Yakiri Hasebe?
"I just wanted to come and see the Shinsengumi." The cursed spirit of Yakiri Hasebe looked deeply at Sengenmaku: "But, after this, you won't be my Shinsengumi anymore... It's meaningless."
Qian Jianmu's gaze wandered between the two of them, and finally, he realized something horrible.
"The cursed spirit and the real body..."
"That's right." A slightly cold breath suddenly came from behind my ear, and the man smiled: "We no longer need to rely on them... Freedom, we are free."
Senjianmaku suddenly turned around and saw that the black-haired Tsurumaru had been carried away by the two Zhenba-types. His arm stretched out from the gap. Although his fingertips were not enough to touch Senjianmaku, they had already touched his hair.
His slightly blackened fingertips entangled with the white hair and he smiled morbidly.
"I touched you, God Judge..."
Qian Jianmu stared at him for a while, then took a step forward and put his head under his hand.
"Then what?"
The black-haired Tsurumaru was stunned for a long time, and after that he laughed strangely.
"Ah, it's warm."
Instead, he withdrew his hand and quickly took the cursed spirit Yaken away from Yaken Toushirou. The cursed spirit Yaken followed him obediently, and Chigenmaku listened to what he said.
"Now that we've seen it, we have no obligation to work for you. From now on... you must work hard to become stronger, ok, Shinsengumi?"
Curse Spirit Yao Yan nodded:
"We will also kill cursed spirits... except me."
The cursed spirit Yakiri Hasebe still had a cold expression:
"Of course we have to kill that filthy thing... Don't let it die."
...Huh...? So, the cursed spirit of Honmaru became the cursed spirit killer, right?
Because he came to a world that allowed the birth of cursed energy, he was completely free from the restrictions of swords and became an independent cursed spirit. But because their survival mode since birth is different from that of normal cursed spirits, they all have their own consciousness and mind, and have no intention of killing humans... right?
Qianjian Mu watched the cursed spirits leave one by one with a wooden face. He didn't know what their habits were, but before leaving they would threaten him with words like "Don't die, I'll come back to kill you, you'll be the next one", and then they would turn around and leave, disappearing in the city.
He looked back at Yeque Zhengdao in silence, and Yeque Zhengdao also looked at him in silence.
"Then, teacher... go protect the common people?"
Ji Zhendao was arranged to act beside Ye Ga Zhengdao, and acted together with Ye Ga Zhengdao. Behind Qian Jianmu was Wu Zhendao and a cursed spirit. He sighed.
"I... really seem to be here to protect the world. I will try my best to solve all this..."
Ye Moth Zheng Dao, who had been silent all the time, looked at him for a while and sighed.
"Go ahead."
"Don't you want to ask?"
"Don't quarrel when fighting." Yega Zhengdao said, "I never asked you why you became a sorcerer, but if you fight to protect something, you are already an entry-level sorcerer."
"If you want to do something, you have to do it to the extreme!" He said, "There are many people standing around you, and they are all watching you."
“…”
After a brief period of chaos, the two groups parted ways, and Qian Jianmu, escorted by swords, headed for Hongxing Palace.
At this point, time went back to one hour ago.
Tokyo, where Gojo Satoru is.
The seventh special-grade cursed spirit that fought continuously.
A sharp bone spur pierced out of Gojo Satoru's chest, and the white-haired boy was hanging on the bone spur. Geto Suguru opened his eyes wide.
“Satoru—!”
The barrier's guaranteed hit attribute was completely borne by Gojo Satoru, but Gojo Satoru's unlimited ability had been used with high efficiency for too long, and the slightest mistake would lead to loopholes.
Then, countless bone spurs pierced out again. Xia Youjie's hands were shaking. In the emergency, his mind was blank. When he woke up -
"Ultimate Whirlpool"
The domain collapsed in an instant. Xia Youjie casually drew out the Curse Spirit Jade, stepped on the Curse Spirit, and took over the staggering Gojo Satoru.
It was too dangerous. All the attacks were directed at Gojo Satoru, and the two of them almost fought to their limits.
How many days and nights?
They couldn't even last a day.
Gojo Satoru seemed to be trying to open his eyes, but the bone spur had pierced his chest, and his lungs and heart must have been seriously injured.
The special grade one just now was the last one. Although there are some first grade ones around it, they are no longer a threat.
Looking for glass?
Just as he was about to pick up the person, Geto Xiayou suddenly heard Gojo Satoru's whisper.
"No nitrous...wait..."
"..." Xia Youjie paused and took a deep breath.
I don’t know what Gojo Satoru is going to do, but Geto Suguru has become accustomed to trusting Gojo Satoru.
So... prepare for the next wave of enemies.
The Curse Jade was stuffed into his mouth. At this point, the unpalatable taste was completely unable to suppress his active mind caused by the adrenaline burst.
Gurgle.
Take control of success.
The second one was a success.
The third one was a success.
The fourth one...
Even after swallowing all the Curse Jades obtained in the battle, Gojo Satoru still did not wake up.
Xia Yujie's heart seemed to be covered by a layer of smoke, and he fell into deep self-blame and internal friction.
He is too weak.
To become stronger, he must protect Gojo Satoru, or at least not hold Gojo Satoru back.
The released cursed spirits were still fighting non-stop. The two men sat on the flying cursed spirits, and there was a chaotic fight under their feet. Xia Youjie's eyes drooped, and he hooked his fingers and took out the short sword given by Senjianmaku from his waist.
This is a useful thing. Qian Jianmu would not ask him to do something completely unnecessary for no reason. He knew it, but it was hard for him to accept it.
But what is he afraid of?
Since you've placed a bet, just go for it.
Since you have chosen to trust Qian Jianmu, then put everything on the line——
The black-haired boy with messy long hair suddenly raised his head, raised the short knife, hung it on his lips, and slowly opened his mouth.
The black dagger, along with its scabbard, was inserted directly into the throat from the soft lips and tongue, and then went all the way down.
The young man opened his mouth wide, the scene was horrifying yet strangely beautiful, and as if committing self-mutilation, he pushed the dagger downwards with his fingers.
Swallow it.
Swallow it!
Curse Jade is fine! Then this one will work too.
Tears welled up in his eyes from the intense sensation of a foreign body, but he showed no mercy at all. He gripped the bottom of the dagger in his hand and slashed it down mercilessly.
The scabbard sank into the boy's mouth and he tilted his head back.
“…Hmm…”
…swallow it…
No, it's not that difficult.
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