Chapter 1949 Ibaraki Douji

"The shikigami driven by this messenger of God is actually Daitengu?"

I frowned slightly, thinking that this was really beyond my expectation!

Daitengu was, after all, the emperor of the island country. Even if he turned into a fierce ghost and became a shikigami, at least he should be driven by someone from the royal family. Being driven by anyone other than the royal family would be disrespectful to the former emperor.

But what I never expected was that the shikigami driven by this messenger of God was actually Daitengu!

"It seems that the current emperor trusts these two gods very much. However, why doesn't the current emperor choose to control the high-level Shikigami of Daitengu himself? Isn't he the most powerful Onmyoji of the island country? Or... the current emperor has a better choice, or... after swallowing the dragon blood, he no longer needs the Shikigami to help him fight?"

I squinted my eyes and stared at the handsome man in deep thought.

While I was thinking, a fierce battle broke out in the mourning hall.

I saw that all the high-ranking night princesses took off their black kimonos. These people were all Onmyoji or ninjas. At this moment, they took action with all kinds of thundering means.

One of them held his upper body, and his body was full of tattoos, and the tattoos were all the images of fierce ghosts in the myths and legends of the island country.

At this moment, as he took off his kimono, the fierce ghost tattoo on his body actually exuded a faint ghost aura, and he was like a human-shaped beast, holding a samurai sword, and rushed forward directly.

"Is this fierce ghost tattoo equivalent to the Chinese defense formation?" I nodded. Although this tattoo is really not worth mentioning compared to the Chinese formation, it must be said that the island nation has a high talent in stealing and improving.

"Bang..."

A loud bang was heard, and the tattooed man holding the samurai sword was directly knocked out, and the one who knocked him out was the handsome big tengu!

He saw his wings flapping behind him, stirring up a gust of cold wind. The short knife in his hand was now stained with blood. The tattooed man who was knocked out had his chest cut open, and you could faintly see his beating heart inside.

He let out a scream, but the next second, the fierce ghost tattoo on his chest suddenly moved.

A pair of ghost hands slowly moved to the wound, and actually forcibly pulled the flesh and forcibly gathered the wound together.

It felt as if the ghost hand was pinching the injured flesh and forcibly splicing the wound.

The tattooed man also turned over, gritted his teeth and let out a low roar again, and rushed up again with the samurai sword in hand.

At this moment, the messenger of God who was bound by the ghost also broke free. He patted his lower back, and then a black shadow emerged from his body.

The black shadow twisted and swayed in the air, and finally turned into a handsome boy who looked just like Daitengu.

He also held a short knife, and his face was as handsome as Daitengu. The aura he exuded was not much weaker than Daitengu.

"Is this... Ibaraki Douji?" I frowned slightly.

In the myths and legends of the island country, Ibaraki Douji was second only to Shuten Douji. He was Shuten Douji's servant and a close friend. Both were very powerful, but compared to Shuten Douji, Ibaraki Douji's strength was slightly weaker, and compared to the nine-tailed demon fox Tamamonomae and Daitengu, he was also weaker.

At this moment, when Ibaraki Douji appeared, the short knife in his hand chopped into the coffin with a "hum".

No blood spurted out, but there was only a miserable scream from the coffin, and then countless ghosts rushed out of the coffin. These ghosts burst and dispersed, turning into a thick ghost aura, instantly covering the entire manor.

In an instant, the manor, which was bright just now, suddenly became pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Then, someone heard a roar, and the Yin Yang masters and ninjas who came here to mourn the master all stood up and rushed forward, all killing the two divine messengers.

"Are they all here to kill the messengers of God? Even Haruta Hidemi has taken action?"

I touched my chin, with a look of suspicion.

Haruta Hidemi is able to use illusions. I even suspected that Haruta Hidemi might have royal blood flowing in her body.

However, since she is related to the royal family, why would she take action against these two messengers of God? You know, these two messengers of God are the emperor's confidants!

"Is there a conflict with the current emperor?" I shook my head with a sneer. In the final analysis, it's all for profit.

In the face of sufficient interests, this perverted nation can kill not only family affection, but even their own children!

Whether it is an Onmyoji or a ninja, they have all undergone very strict training and are all good at killing.

At this moment, although the manor was dark, it did not affect these people's lock on the location of the two divine messengers. At this moment, they all rushed up with roars.

"Aren't you going to help?" Xiao Qi looked at me and asked.

I sneered and shook my head: "It's just dog biting dog. Let them fight in their dens. We will sit on the mountain and watch the dog fight!"

After I finished speaking, I smiled and continued to look into the mourning hall.

I saw that at this moment, nearly 20 people had gathered in the mourning hall. These people surrounded the two divine messengers in the center, and seven or eight figures appeared in front and behind the two divine messengers. These were all their shikigami.

Of these two divine messengers, one rode Daitengu, and the other rode Ibaraki-douji. Although I couldn't tell which one of the other shikigami was which, judging from the ghost energy emanating from them, they were all quite powerful, and were even comparable to the thousand-year-old ghosts.

And the power of Ibaraki-douji and Daitengu was actually not weaker than that of the ten-thousand-year-old ghost king!

"These two are quite strong. It seems that there is no shikigami that can match them on Yeji's side? What about the nine-tailed demon fox Tamamonomae? Who is riding the demon king, is it the master?"

At this time, a melodious low voice came from the mourning hall. I squinted my eyes and saw that Daitengu actually picked up the flute and put it in front of his mouth, and was playing it at the moment.

The sound of his flute was extremely sad, as if filled with endless attachment and reluctance to the world. When he played it in a low voice, everyone froze, and then their faces showed sadness, and they were immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Is this an illusion?" I frowned slightly, because I saw that the female onmyoji named Haruta Hidemi was hugging a pillar and kissing and rubbing it non-stop. It felt like the pillar was a handsome man.

"In the illusion, everyone reveals their true nature and shows what they want most?"