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Please subscribe automatically and support with donations. This is the fifth update for today. The story of Beichuan here is somewhat related to the strange man. The author will write about the foreshadowing later, so please be patient. Some people mentioned the issue of the Japanese, which will definitely be written about. It's not that I'm deliberately avoiding it, but it hasn't come to that point yet. The foreshadowing has already been left. Please read on slowly and you will know how exciting the plot is!
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Chapter 228 Chaotic Battlefield! Settling Old and New Grudges!
Onmyoji.
These three words flashed into his mind, causing Su Feng to raise an eyebrow.
He had a premonition beforehand; or rather, he already knew the answer after noticing the evil aura suddenly emanating from the hanging beam.
This is almost identical to the aura I sensed when fighting the Demon Slayer Corps in Jiuquan Town that day...
Even stronger!
It seems that as orthodox Onmyoji, they are more extreme in terms of spiritual power and cultivation.
Boom!
Three enormous figures descended, shoving aside Ma Yiyou, who was about to rush forward.
"Holy crap—" Ma Yiyou looked up and caught sight of the three giant creatures shrouded in smoke, and his heart skipped a beat.
The three demons looked completely different, each with its own unique features, but all were exceptionally ugly and had ferocious faces...
One of them was covered with eyes the size of a fist, densely packed all over its chest and back, making it look like a hedgehog.
The other one has eight arms extending from its back, resembling a spider, but its strong, sturdy legs stand still. Its face has no eyes, only a mouth that always wears a sinister smile.
The third one was even stranger...
His entire body was wrapped in white bandages, like a mummy, with no skin visible.
All three evil spirits were created by the same person.
"Senior Onii, I'm leaving this place to you."
Kitagawa looked into the smoke and saw a person standing behind the three evil spirits.
The person known as Ghost Well was dressed in a long black robe, with a yin-yang talisman affixed to his chest, and held three strange flames in his hands...
Upon closer inspection, they were three candles, burning with an eerie purple light.
The three evil spirits were summoned from this.
"Don't worry." Oni-i stood in the mist with his eyes closed, his deep voice spreading around him, "None of these Kyushu people here will escape."
laugh!
As soon as he finished speaking, the eight-armed evil spirit launched the first attack, smashing hard in the direction of Ma Yiyou!
The eight giant hands attacked from different directions, leaving Ma Yiyou with nowhere to retreat. He had no choice but to use magic to forcefully defend himself.
However, the opponent's attack method was particularly unique, almost breaking through his blind spot. Forcibly blocking would only increase the risk of being attacked head-on!
"hateful!"
Ma Yiyou gritted his teeth and cursed.
He had absolutely no experience dealing with Onmyoji!
I have no idea what these summoned evil spirits are...
Why did it exude such a strong demonic aura? For a moment, my mind went blank.
Completely overwhelmed by the eight-armed evil spirit, they could only retreat in defeat.
"Fellow Daoist Ma, I'm here to help you!"
Uncle Nine, who was stationed at the rear, rushed over quickly, holding a peach wood sword.
After settling Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai in, he couldn't possibly relax and watch the show from the back.
This battle concerns the dignity of China; how can we stand idly by and do nothing!
"Wooden Stake Technique!"
Uncle Nine clasped his hands together forcefully and silently recited an incantation.
Chi chi chi——
At the same time, the wooden floor began to shake and creak.
The beams inside the house also shook, then fell off by the roots, and under Uncle Nine's magic guidance, they gathered together and covered the eight-armed evil spirit.
They were trying to use this to control the other party's actions.
Little did they expect that the evil spirit, who was stationed in the rear and covered in eyes, could see through the attack of Uncle Nine and the others.
All three evil spirits are controlled by Ghost Well alone, and from this almost 360-degree perspective, they can receive information from all directions.
As a result, the first wave of attack launched by the wooden stake technique was immediately seen through.
boom!
The massive horizontal beam missed its target and stuck straight into the ground, while the eight-armed evil spirit climbed onto the wall and quickly changed positions.
Although the attack missed, it did help Ma Yiyou out of a predicament.
"Fellow Daoist Ma!" Uncle Nine shouted to Ma Yiyou while casting a spell and using the wooden stake to continue harassing the Eight-Handed Evil Spirit and forcing it back.
"understand!"
Ma Yiyou understood immediately and quickly pushed aside the smoke, trying to back away.
But little did they expect that standing right in front of them was Luo Wuzhou.
"Want to run?"
Luo Wuzhou wore a ferocious smile, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.
Divine power!
shhhhh--
Streaks of black energy covered his body and then spread into the ground.
Like frozen frost, it covers this space, forming a unique realm.
The intense evil aura made it hard for Ma Yiyou to breathe, but with a formidable enemy at hand, he had no time to think.
With both old and new grudges combined, he had begun to lose his mind.
With snake-like eyes covering his face and snake-like patterns seeping from his skin, Ma Yiyou bared his teeth, roared, and ignored the condensed black energy as he quickly lunged forward!
"Luo Wuzhou! I'll take your dog's life!"
But just as they were about to get close, Luo Wuzhou vanished into thin air...
Oops!
Ma Yiyou belatedly realized that he suddenly felt a chill coming from above.
Looking up, I saw the eight-armed evil spirit!
He's fallen for their trap!
The eight-armed evil spirit flew in and pressed down heavily with its giant hands spread wide!
Such attacks...
He had no way to block, and he wasn't even given a chance to dodge!
This is terrible!
Just then, a gentle breeze swept by, and a figure flashed past Ma Yiyou.
It was as if something gently supported his back and pulled him away.
boom!
The eight-armed evil spirit's attack landed, but it missed its target again.
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Please subscribe automatically and support with donations. This is the sixth update for today. The story of Beichuan here is somewhat related to the strange man. The author will write about the foreshadowing later, so please be patient. Someone mentioned the issue of the Japanese before, which will definitely be written. It's not that I'm deliberately avoiding it, but it hasn't come to that point yet. The foreshadowing has already been left, so please be patient!
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Chapter 229 utterly vulnerable! Luo Wuzhou was instantly killed!
"Young Master Su...?"
Ma Yiyou snapped out of his daze and caught sight of Su Feng standing beside him; the heavy weight that had been hanging over his heart suddenly lifted.
The powerful spiritual energy surrounding him acted like a strong support, giving him an unprecedented sense of security.
Rather, just seeing Su Feng makes everything less scary.
"Brother Ma, there's no need to be in such a hurry."
Su Feng remained calm and said softly, "When dealing with Onmyoji, remember not to be reckless."
He didn't act hastily just now, partly to pinpoint the enemy's location.
On the other hand, there is Oni-ji, the Onmyoji who is stationed in the rear.
This person is filled with extremely profound spiritual energy, and the evil spirits he summons are even more so...
In his eyes, these were all sumptuous delicacies laid out on the table, full of endless temptation.
"Master Su!"
Uncle Nine rushed over from behind, his expression somewhat complicated.
He had just used the wooden stake technique, hoping to break through the opponent's defenses and at least reveal one or two trump cards.
Unexpectedly, his true colors were exposed, and every move he made was completely countered, leaving him with no room to maneuver.
It's like having the strength but being unable to use it.
This feeling made him particularly depressed.