Chapter 130 Heaven and Earth——
The black dagger fell to the side, stained with blood.
Xia Youjie raised his head, his face was frighteningly pale, with a hint of blood at the corner of his lips, and he stretched out his hand.
A white shadow stood in front of him, lowered his head to pick up the dagger, half-knelt on the ground, and handed it to him.
“…Not a cursed spirit…?”
"Owner."
The white shadow swayed and gradually took on color, turning into a black-haired boy, about 1.34 meters tall, with a calm and wooden expression, somewhat similar to Geto Suguru, but with golden eyes.
"Please give me your orders."
“…”
Xia Youjie suddenly realized Qian Jianmu's original intention. The next moment, something noteworthy caught his eye. He looked up and saw a huge circle of light above the sky.
It was a huge golden halo that almost dominated the entire sky. It was not a phenomenon that had just appeared, but seemed to have always been in the sky, but he had never seen it.
"What are you?" asked Xia Yujie.
"Your shikigami... master."
“…Shikigami…”
Curse shikigami? No, it isn't.
When he swallowed it, apart from feeling some pain due to the overly hard shell, it didn't taste bad. He didn't even need to actually eat it. He just put it completely into his body and he felt a sense of 'completion'.
The esophagus was burning, but soon the pain was relieved. A strange and warm power flowed through his body and gathered at the place connected with the 'Shikigami'.
Although he was on the battlefield, Xia Youjie couldn't help but observe the changes in his body. He was a little distracted until a loud noise suddenly came from not far away.
“Bang!”
An invisible quasi-special-grade cursed spirit was slammed against the wall, smashed through the building and then used the force to return. A man in tight short-sleeved shirt was holding a nunchaku. Strong force burst out from the far end of the nunchaku, and the shattered air made a loud bang. Then the cursed spirit was shattered like a cracked ice shell. Xia Youjie lowered his head and happened to see the man jumping up with the head of the curse spirit that was about to dissipate. His physical fitness was amazing, and he jumped as lightly as flying. In the blink of an eye, the man fell in front of him.
"Huh? Are you in a daze?" The man lowered his eyes and looked at him: "If you don't want to live, just say it earlier... What happened to him? Is he dead?"
"... Fushiguro!?" Geto Suguru's eyes widened. "Why did you arrive just now? What happened?"
Seeing that Gojo Satoru's condition was indeed relatively stable, the man snorted.
"I was just about to ask." His expression was foul: "My plane crashed!"
One hour ago——
The astral plasma arrived in a foreign country at exactly twelve o'clock, and there was no suitable plane at that time, so Gojo Satoru asked his family to send a small plane to pick him up from abroad.
Private jets are much faster and can save time waiting for security checks. All the losses are incurred on the way. If everything goes well, you can reach Tokyo in an hour and a half.
However, at the moment the plane landed in Japanese territory, the plane's data suddenly became chaotic. It climbed madly and accelerated. When it reached the highest point, it began to fall rapidly.
The people from the Gojo family turned pale and said that the plane had just been overhauled before takeoff and such an accident could not have happened. However, it was meaningless to worry about it now. Several people hurriedly checked whether the parachute packs could be used normally. Before they even had time to say anything more, the plane suddenly followed Newton's law and fell naturally. They were forced to jump out of the cabin and randomly open their parachutes.
No matter how awesome Fushiguro Shigekiro was, he was just a human being. Besides, for some unknown reason, his parachute suddenly exploded mid-flight. He narrowly escaped death and landed safely. He called the two people from the Gojo family in Kyoto and asked them to pick him up. He immediately turned around and headed straight for Tokyo.
Even now, when Fushiguro Shigeki thinks of the plane crash, he can't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"...Plane crash?!" Xia Youjie whispered: "If it's not a private plane..."
If it wasn't a private plane, this would have been a huge air crash with at least hundreds of people killed!
"Your enemies don't care how many people died, kid." Fushiguro Jiner pulled the corner of his mouth with a fake smile: "Do you think more people died in the plane crash or in the cursed spirit explosion?"
“…”
The nunchaku was still dripping with blood. The man tilted his neck, and his cervical vertebrae made a slight cracking sound. He sighed:
“This time, I will definitely pay more.”
At this moment, Geto Xiayou also felt something was wrong. He controlled the cursed spirits to climb up, and looking down from a higher place, he saw a large number of cursed spirits rushing in from all directions, densely packed, with ruins and fire all over the way.
"How many?" Glancing at the pile of cursed spirits, Xia Youjie tried to identify them: "6 or 7 special grade ones?"
"I won the jackpot." Fushiguro Shigeru gave a sinister smile: "Just fight!"
The man fell from the air and rushed directly into the pile of cursed spirits like a sharp blade. Xia Youjie wanted to wake up Gojo Satoru, but found that Gojo Satoru's wounds had almost healed, but he didn't know why he was still not awake.
"Hey! Gojo! Wake up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man opened his eyes, looked up at the empty sky with his eyes wide open, and then sat up abruptly.
"Hey! How are you?"
"Success..." Gojo Satoru took a breath, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a smile that was so inhuman that it made your scalp tingle. "As for me now..."
“…”
"...What's wrong? Jie?" The white-haired boy suddenly looked at Xia Youjie and said in a strange tone: "Why don't you speak?"
"..." Xia Youjie opened his mouth but couldn't utter a complete sound.
Come on, he's so scared! ! !
What can he say? What else can he say.
Finally, Geto Suguru spoke woodenly.
"I know you must have learned some powerful techniques, but do you want to take a look at the environment first?"
"Cursed spirit?"
Without making any gestures, Rokugan had already gathered information for Gojo Satoru, who grumbled in a low voice.
"Such weak cursed spirits, but there are too many of them."
A strong wind blew, and Geto Suguru saw Gojo Satoru flying into the air. He lowered his head slightly, his hair brushing against his cheeks, but his smile was still as creepy as ever.
He made a hand gesture, lowered his eyes to look at the chaotic ground, and spoke in a calm tone, like a true god descending.
"The technique is reversed, He."
It worked.
Several red balls of light fell on the ground. Gojo Satoru raised his head, his smile becoming more exaggerated and fervent. He performed spells in his hands non-stop, bombarding the ground one after another.
"Hahaha! Heaven and earth——"
**
“Mikazuki-dono!!!” Shinano Toushirou, who had started to feel uneasy when he saw someone flying in the sky, dodged the attack of ‘He’ and ran to the side of Mikazuki: “Why don’t they care if there is anyone on the ground?…Mikazuki-dono?”
I saw Mikazuki sitting in a row with his own cursed spirit and the cursed spirit of Shinano, admiring the moon.
“Three-day Moon Palace…!!”
"Hahaha, let's leave the curse spirit here to that person, right?"
Sanrizuki shook his head and read the random reply:
"Our primary goal now is to collect Sukuna fingers."
Shinano Hantsuki looked at him:
"But, the Sukuna fingers are spread all over Japan, and the swords that landed in other cities have already taken action. The fingers in Tokyo have been collected, right?"
"Eh? Everyone is working so hard, haha." Mikazuki laughed and didn't explain much. Instead, he looked quietly at the battlefield in the distance. There were bursts of red light, and powerful spells hit the ground. Each ray of red light left a deep pit. This was damage that even they could not withstand.
His eyes darkened and he whispered, "...The strongest?...A monster."
“…The two of us alone cannot kill Gojo Satoru. And…” Shinano lowered her eyes:
"Although they are also on the hunting list, the righteous people on the list are basically the master's friends, right?"
The sword men were recruited urgently. The world consciousness combined with the intelligence information of Qianjianmu provided them with a complete list of world anchor points. Almost all sorcerers and cursed spirits were on the hunting list.
Their enemy is the entire world of sorcery, good or bad, positive or negative.
"Even though we are here, the master's spiritual power is still supplying us. We will certainly not harm the master's companions."
Mikazuki stood up and walked to the other side of the battlefield with Shinano Toushirou.
A sturdy man in tights appeared on the wall not far from the two men, seemingly fending off an attack. The man glanced at the two men, seemingly a little surprised, but ignored them, just jumped up and returned to the battlefield.
Explosions sounded one after another, and the target of the red light ball seemed to have changed from the cursed spirit to a man.
The handsome young man walked by without looking around, his sword rubbing against his clothes, making a slight rustling sound. He raised his head slightly, observing the changes in the stars in the sky, trying to collect as much intelligence information as possible from the subtle changes, and whispered:
"If we keep killing them one by one, there's no telling how long it will take, so... we have to prepare to exorcise the demons."
"Exorcism?!" There are several exorcist swords enshrined in the Honmaru Shrine, and Shinano Fujishiro is not familiar with them. At this moment, he opened his eyes wide: "Yes, who is it?"
"All divine and spiritual swords."
The demon-slaying sword is good at removing evil spirits, while the divine sword and spiritual sword are better at purification. After understanding the situation of this world, Mikazuki knew almost instantly what his companions would do. He had been waiting for Ishikirimaru to appear, and now, he finally caught some light.
The Honmaru sacred swords basically perform exorcism and purification rituals, and have presided over exorcisms at the shrines several times. Exorcism is essentially no different from collectively weakening attacking cursed spirits. The only disadvantage is that it is very easy to be attacked when the exorcism ritual begins.
Moving forward in the direction of the faint light, Mikazuki paused and loosened his grip on the sword.
The familiar exorcist light was right before his eyes, but the scene was not as sinister as he had imagined.
A big-eyed boy covered in blood ran up to him.
"Are you here to help as well? I'm Huihara Yu, please give me your guidance." The boy's eyes were pure and his smile was bright: "Mr. Ishikirimaru said that the ceremony cannot be interrupted, so I came to say hello to you! Thank you for your hard work in protecting the ceremony! If you are tired or injured or if you see an injured person, please send them to us, we have a doctor!"
In the direction he pointed, dozens of people had gathered, all of whom seemed to be rescued. In the center of them sat a girl holding a cigarette. Someone was lighting a cigarette for her. The girl kept healing other people's wounds with her hands and nodded to him coolly.
Mikazuki turned around and saw Ishikirimaru holding a katana and performing a ceremony, as well as a girl dancing and playing music for the ceremony.
"That's our Diva-senpai, she's so cool!"
The girl was indeed a qualified shrine maiden. Her singing and dancing were all very standard. She could definitely provide some benefit to the ceremony. Ishikirimaru, who was at the center of the ceremony, also had a more relaxed expression, and he obviously felt a little relieved by the girl's help.
After staring blankly for a while, Sanriku couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Haha, it's much simpler than I thought. Very good, very good..."
The young man raised his head, looking up at the sky with his three-moon-like pupils. After a moment, in those extremely beautiful pupils, waves symbolizing purification suddenly spread out, spreading across the surface of the city, and the cursed spirits let out sharp cries.
"...It's much easier to fight than the Time Travel Army, right?"
**
Escorted up the mountain by swords, Qian Jianmu stood beside the sign at the entrance of the technical high school and exhaled a breath.
Tianyuan's siege on him became more urgent as they got closer to the Polytechnic Institute. Fortunately, all the special-grade cursed spirits seemed to have been dispatched to attack Gojo Geta, and there were only a group of first- and second-grade cursed spirits around him.
However, even so, it took him a long time to climb the mountain.
Turning around, you can see half of Tokyo.
Golden balls of light spread out on the ground and reflected in his eyes. Those golden balls of light slowly unfolded, with beautiful light flowing around the edges. At first there was just one ball of light, and then more and more of them appeared, and the blooming flowers generally blossomed one after another. By the fourth ball of light, there were no more, and the first ball of light began to weaken.
Although the effect was just a drop in the bucket, the black cursed power was indeed being purified. The light balls on the ground were like the rising sun that dispelled the darkness. The stars turned into spiritual power. Although they could not last long, they flashed beautiful light like fireflies in the eyes of these people with spiritual power.
"Goodbye," he murmured softly.
The swords lowered their heads, their expressions gloomy and unclear.
Qian Jianmu stepped into the land of the technical college.
The college is very dark.
The dead silence of a deserted place, the dead silence of all the people being taken away.
The light of the street lamp was very dim, and Qian Jianmu suddenly remembered the night when he first arrived at the technical high school, the smashed vending machine, Gojo Satoru, the cold chair, and the street lamp with not optimistic brightness.
A year has passed, and the street lights are still as dim.
Moreover, thirteen years later, everything about the technical college remains the same, except that the street lights have become worse.
Teacher Gojo once complained that he should have smashed the school again when he was in the fifth year of technical high school. After he graduated, no one in Tokyo Technical High School smashed houses as a daily routine. These houses were still the ones he had built when he was in the third year of technical high school.
He advised the students to destroy more houses, but was met with several cold stares. The students all thought he was talking nonsense, but Mr. Gojo would not speak without a purpose.
——Of course, when he said he was going to buy dessert, he really went to buy dessert, so this doesn’t count.
Is now the time to think about this?
Qian Jianmu shuddered suddenly and raised his head. The moment he broke free from the phantom, a black film slowly cracked and melted into the ground.
--account.
He didn't even know when the tent was set up.
He stopped not far from the school gate and didn't move since he saw the street lamp.
Looking back, the swords that should have been at the school gate were nowhere to be seen.
There was no time to think too much. The scene in front of him suddenly melted and reorganized, becoming chaotic. The direction of progress was out of control. The entire high school was distorted into a strange shape like a funhouse mirror. Qian Jianmu's eyes slid, observing the situation of the entire high school.
It's just a simple superposition of barriers...
Want to break the barrier? still--
He closed his eyes. The map of the technical college in his mind was so clear that he could see the location of every tree. He didn't need any vision. He just had to move forward, all the way forward.
"Small curtain?"
Just…need…one…?
"You're so tired, Xiaomu. You're so tired. Do you want to take a break?" The red-haired girl stood in front of him, her voice soft and sweet.
……?
...It was not fake, but extracted from his memory. The caster probably didn't know what he saw.
Then, just close your eyes...
He closed his eyes and suddenly found that he had lost control of his body. This time, the illusion turned into a hallucination.
【
"Although I'm the first, you don't run the cult, so I'm the most suitable one, right?"
The sea-blue eyes looked at him, and the man in the white robe raised the corners of his lips:
"Sacrifice, very good. Burning? Great, it will be burned to ashes without leaving any residue... Great..."
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm trying to help you? With my life?"
The man approached, his golden hair falling between his eyebrows, and his sea-blue eyes were filled with dark malice:
“…I am waiting, waiting for your future suffering to destroy you.
Fate will torture you, life will trample on you, and everyone will watch you suffer. I want to watch, see how you endure this long and hopeless darkness. "
"Everyone in the world suffers... How can 'God' escape this? One by one, one by one, we are worms queuing up to die."
"How can I curse you? How about..."
】
“…”
Although he is a rare "man-made god" among religions who devotes all his efforts to developing religion, takes pleasure in listening to the sufferings of believers, and conscientiously helps others resolve their sins.
But the power of 'Aju' is a curse.
Use the mouth that wishes others happiness to spit out malicious declarations that curse others to have a bad end.
The white-haired boy stood quietly there, gritting his teeth. He chose a direction and took another step.
The hallucinations in the ears and in front of the eyes piled up layer by layer, but Qianjianmu just moved forward, passing through the empty figures in the hallucinations.
After walking like this for nearly an hour, a strange breeze suddenly blew his hair.
The illusion disappeared and Qian Jianmu slowly opened his eyes.
At the gate of Hongxing Palace.
The huge Hongxing Palace is a virtual space composed of barriers. Low houses are densely packed together. These houses are laid underground in a certain pattern. The winding paths are like the stroke of a talisman, surrounding the altar in the center.
Hongxing Palace...
Sure enough, it was the layout of a mausoleum.
With eyes enhanced by the power of the curse, he looked far toward the altar—
A black-haired girl stood there.
The girl had her eyes closed. She was wearing a traditional kimono, with her black hair spread out on her back. She seemed to feel being stared at. She slowly raised her head, her blood-red eyes looking into the distance at Chijianmu.
That was definitely a human look.
It is not the world consciousness. The world consciousness does not have such a look.
At this moment, standing there.
It’s Tianyuan.
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