Overgod Ascension - 159. Chapter 159-Shadow Warrior

“Tukata Toyu-why do you want to learn kendo?”

This is a kendo gymnasium, and the child-like Tokata Fujiyoshi knelt down on the ground, in front of him was an old man wearing linen clogs with sharp eyes.

“To be a good samurai!”

“mistaken!!”

Bang, the bamboo sword slammed down, and the pain was deep into the bones. What made the earthwork rattan even more unforgettable, but it was the old man’s eyes: “The samurai should have no fear of life and death, the swordsman should concentrate on one, no other thing! This is the end of our no-mind flow. The profound meaning!”

At this moment, the figure of the old man looks so lonely: “When one day, you can abandon life and death, honor, and even the status of warrior, you will truly appreciate the essence of non-consciousness!”

boom!

In reality, Tokutotoyu took a few steps backwards, his hands almost numb.

Even though he is a generation of swordsman, he is already middle-aged, and he doesn’t have the supernatural power of Wu Ming blessed by magic!

The ultimate’power’ condensed just now-Killing God with a single slash, is already the pinnacle of his life, the sum of the murderous aura he has accumulated in the past two decades!

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted!

Now, his physical strength is falling from the peak, and he is no longer in the previous state.

More importantly, Wu Ming on the opposite side would never give him a chance to adjust.

‘Are you going to die? ‘

Tufang Toyou murmured in his heart, and suddenly turned resolute:’Even if you abandon life and death, dignity, and the name of a samurai, I will defeat you! ‘

At this moment, he finally abandoned the fear of life and death, abandoned the stubbornness to the honor of the samurai, and even… abandoned himself!

And in this state of solitude, Tufang Tengyu suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret skills Wunian Liu had not understood for an instant appeared in his heart.

“Profound meaning-the place of the floating bird!”

For a moment, Toyou Fujiyoshi’s heart was calm as water, or in other words, his heart had already flown out of his body, combined with a certain ultimate power in the entire world.

This kind of power was so great that he got rid of the disadvantaged state at once, assumed the posture of a swordsman, and slowly pulled out the sword.

Wow!

The waves are raging, and there seems to be the long chirping of seagulls on it.

“Um?”

At this moment, a barren sea seemed to emerge in front of Wu Ming, with turbulent waves, wind and snow, and floating birds flying high!

The floating bird finally turned into a sword light and appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

“Lord!”

Matsushita Kenichi, Matsushita Shota, etc. were shocked, even abandoning the honor of samurai, one by one got up and drew their swords.

Ding!

After the crisp sound, the two figures merged and separated.

“I’m fine!”

Wu Ming slowly stood on the spot, looking at the big cut in his five-colored robe on his chest, his face looked rather ugly.

“The Lord’s martial arts are prosperous, the world is invincible!”

Seeing the face of the lord, the look of the earthwork vines falling to the ground, the outcome is naturally clear at a glance, making Matsushita a few people to bow with joy.

‘If it wasn’t for the five-color robe, I would definitely be injured…’

Wu Ming thought to himself that he is a real person, a cultivator, and it is a strange thing to not use a tool to deal with a swordsman warrior.

I just didn’t think that the other party would be able to make a breakthrough in the end, causing his own five-color robe to be greatly damaged.

At this time, I came to Fujiyu Tufang and looked at the bleeding wounds on his body, and there were scorched black marks of wind and thunder around him: “What else do you want to say?”

“I really want to…”

At this time, Toshiba Toyou’s eyes had a little brilliance: “It seems to be returning to his hometown to see the cherry blossoms, and… drink the samurai tea she made…”

Trembling, stretched out his hand, seeming to want to grab something, but finally fell helplessly.

As soon as his head tilted, he was plunged into complete darkness.

…

I don’t know how long it has been.

Toki Toki opened his eyes again: “Is this… the kingdom of heaven?”

The surrounding area seemed to be a dungeon, dark and damp, but there were dark brown bloodstains on the stone platform below him, which had long since dried up, as if it was carrying endless grievances and resentment.

“It seems… a person like me can’t become a Buddha beyond death. Could it be that this is the kingdom of Nether Shura…”

“Wrong, you are still alive!”

Wu Ming’s figure slowly walked over, with an evil temperament that was not there before: “Tell me, who instigated you when you came here?”

Although this swordsman came to the door to avenge his apprentice, it was normal for his feelings and reasons, but Wu Ming still felt something was wrong.

“Speak up quickly, or I will kill your mindless flow!”

At this time, he naturally did not need to cover up.

“With the measure of Oniichi Temple, I do have the ability to destroy the flow of no thoughts. It’s just that I came here entirely by my own will… Hasegawa Saemon is my most beloved disciple…”

Toyou Fujiyō wanted to struggle, but found that the body below his head had lost consciousness, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Not lying?”

Wu Ming frowned: “Forget it, you will say it sooner or later anyway…”

A divine curse was chanted in his mouth, and a cloud of white mist emerged, wriggling like a small snake, and got in through the five senses of the earthwork Toyou.

“You… evil onmyoji!”

Tufang Fujiyong’s face flushed, but unfortunately he had been seriously injured and had been restrained. He had lost his concentrated vitality and spirit, and he could not even fight against Wu Ming’s spells.

His eyes grew deeper and deeper, and finally plunged into darkness.

After a while, Wu Ming retracted the palm of his hand on the cover of the earthwork Fujiyuten Ling, with a trace of doubt on his face: “After hearing the news, the information he bought from the ninja with a lot of money, everything is normal… It’s just, why do I always Think something is wrong?”

In his opinion, his own fame out of Yunguo will inevitably attract the attention of interested people.

And when this attention reached its peak, some temptations inevitably occurred.

Although it seems normal, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no enemy Samsara in the middle.

After all, if he wanted to bait him, he wouldn’t be so stupid. It would be normal to go directly to the battle and use other ghosts instead.

“Forget it… Whether you are a dead ghost or a hapless person, or a simple avenger, at least… it’s still a bit useful…”

Wu Ming looked at the opponent’s face, thoughtfully and authentically.

This samurai already has a three-level realm. Although he is purely a swordsman, he is essentially a strong man of the same level as himself. With this essence, he is a good candidate for a shadow samurai.

“Well… the face is a bit old, the body is a little short, but this is not a problem, the corpse refining technique of the corpse refining sect is enough to solve…”

After that, he immediately used the gaze of the pork from the vegetable market and carefully scanned the earthwork Fujiyoshi.

“As for the breath, I can plant a technique that uses my hair and blood on him… Well, I have to say, in this respect, Fusang’s Yin Yang technique is still useful…”

“The final control problem, how about piercing the kunwu talisman in the sea of consciousness? The hypnotism in ninjutsu seems to work together…”

During this time, Wu Ming didn’t do nothing.

In addition to the daily routine practice, through the relationship between Ito Keihide and the ninja, he obtained a large number of power books about onmyoji and ninja, and even kendo, and learned from each other’s strengths and summed up the essence.

Now there is another good material delivered to the door. Combining the idea of the previous shadow warrior, a plan immediately appeared in Wu Ming’s heart.

Just do it!

Wu Ming took out the small knife and compared it to the shape of Touyu Bitu’s face, and immediately made a hole in the opponent’s face without hesitation.

The horrifying sound of shaving meat and bones kept coming. After half an hour, Wu Ming looked at his work and grudgingly expressed satisfaction.

“And…that’s…”

He kept his knife, carved a pentagram formation on the opponent’s forehead, and immediately cut his finger to let a drop of blood penetrate.

“Taiyin Zhaoming, Jiuyou Qi, listen to my orders, as anxious as a law!”

The low sound of incantation continued to sound in the dungeon, and circles of dark and thick gloomy air immediately wrapped the earthwork on the stone platform.

Crunch! Crunch!

In the sour voice, his bones continued to grow, the wounds on his face began to heal, flesh and blood spread, and his skin became plump and smooth, and he seemed to be twenty years younger in an instant.

At the same time, his face was constantly changing, and he gradually moved closer to Wu Ming’s deity.

“Put a knife in my face…There is always a strange feeling of discomfort…”

Wu Ming touched his face, then looked at the figure on the stone platform that looked more and more like his twin brother, with a serious look: “Well…Although it can be fake…but I am still not as handsome as me!”

…

“Everyone!”

In the council chamber of the ghost family, Matsushita Shota, Kenichi, Oyo Sayakichi, Tachibana Shigesuke, and the recruited samurai were all there, with their hands on the ground, listening to the instructions of the ghost family chief on the main seat.

“Everyone has worked very hard this month, and all the work has been done very well, thank you all!”

The ghost fell on the ground with his hands and bowed in the same way.

“Don’t dare!”

As the head of the family, his posture was still so humble and kind, and other warriors returned the courtesy one after another, even more secretly.

After the chores were done, the ghost said with a glance: “Thanks to the efforts of Tachibana Shigesuke and Oyo Sayakichi, the temple on the hill was built. I will give it a name and call it’Honnoji’! The master master, I too. Please come!”

After speaking, clapped his hands, the wooden door was opened, and a kind-eyed monk walked in.

“I would like to introduce to you, this master named Shanseng Zhengfang was invited by me to preside over my family temple!”

The ghost said with a glance.

“My name is Shanseng Zhengfang. I met for the first time. Please advise!”

The monk immediately saluted all the warriors present.

He looks very young, maybe he is under 30 years old. Although he is a little confused, since the lord trusts so much, and in every move, he does have a faint Zen taste, much like a Taoist monk, and his servants dare not dare. Neglect, but also courtesy.

“Well, if it makes no sense to you, starting from today, the instinct temple will be hosted by you, don’t let me down!”

“Hi!”

The mountain monk Zhengfang respectfully agreed, and stared at the ghost, everything was silent.