On the shore of Lake Biwa, Moriluo looked at the beautiful scenery and the red maple leaves all over the mountain in the sun. The skeletal warrior also sat down cross-legged, leaned the spear in his hand against the tree, pulled out the fifth generation Kunimitsu from his waist, and passed through the maple leaves.

Under the sunlight falling from the gap, the fifth-generation national light reflects a dark red light. But when you look carefully, the blade is only slightly green. The old handle and the worn scabbard, Sen Luo also forgot where he picked them up.

The scabbard was broken, but the scabbard could accommodate the sword without rotting away. It seemed to have some origins.

The spiritual veins flowed around Lake Biwa. Senluo sat on the ground and concentrated on sensing the breath of the spiritual veins. The skeletal warrior pulled out wisps of spiritual energy from under his body and slowly replenished it into his bones. Thanks to

The aura of spiritual wine that was still lingering in the air, this spiritual energy that was drawn up was extremely pure, and all the distracting thoughts of the human world flowing in the spiritual veins were filtered out - yes, the spiritual veins are also ghost paths, a path to the human world.

The soul of the deceased returned to the underworld. Qingshui Ji, who was in Senluo's chest, also calmed down, and she must be supplementing herself with spiritual energy.

"That spirit wine was made by you, right..." Sen Luo suddenly spoke up, his double tone revolving in the air. He lowered his head and looked at what could be seen through his skull at a glance.

The spiritual fire floating in Okekawa's body and ribs. Shimizu Hime did not answer, but there seemed to be a faint laughter. The skeleton warrior did not continue to ask, but just said, "Why is it like this..." The skeleton

He caressed the blade with his hand bones, as if he were sharpening the knife with the bones of his palm.

After sitting all day long, at night, Senluo stood up and said, "It's time to go." A ball of spiritual fire flew out of his chest, and in just a blink of an eye, it transformed into a beautiful kimono woman floating in the air.

Qingshui Ji followed Senluo, half a step away. The skeletal warrior strode along the direction of the spiritual vein, which was the walkway around Lake Biwa. Soon, a place appeared in front of them.

bamboo forest.

There is a road paved with stone slabs in the bamboo forest. There are even stone lanterns on both sides of the road, and there are candles in the lanterns - of course, in Sen Luo's eyes, these are actually ghost fires. The moonlight and the light of these stone lanterns are both

It was very cold, and there was a pale atmosphere shining on the road and the bamboos in the bamboo forest. Sen Luo stood aside and did not move. He saw several businessmen and warriors on their way showing relaxed expressions after seeing this road, and quickly

He walked along this road. He did not let Shimizu Hime go out - in this environment, a woman appeared, a woman dressed as an oiran. Doesn't this mean that this woman is definitely evil?

Senluo just stepped on the road carefully, following these people from a distance - the bamboo forest was too dense, so it was quite difficult to walk. And deep in the road, there was a courtyard, which seemed to be a temple. Those businessmen

The samurai were about to enter the temple to rest, but it seemed to Senluo that it was a place of great danger. What the skeleton monster saw in his eyes was the dilapidated temple, with a fierce evil spirit emanating from it. Qingshui Ji carefully looked out from him

Looking at the temple behind her, "Do you want to go? Samurai-sama." Although Senluo had already told Shimizuhime his name, she still insisted on calling Senra "Samurai-sama" instead of directly calling him by his name.

"I can't go. If these people step into that temple, they are already hopeless... What if I go to save people? I am also a monster, Qingshui-hime. If I go in, I'm afraid they will swing a knife at me immediately.

Right?" Sen Luo sighed, "However, I hope I can still get some news." Sen Luo once asked Qing Shui Ji if she knew about the Shihun Jade, but Qing Shui Ji's answer was yes

I have said that there is such a treasure, and it seems that its specific function is to fulfill the wishes of the monsters or to strengthen the monster energy, but where is it? I don't know about Shimizu Hime. After all, she is just a female ghost who wants revenge.

The sound of the sword came from the temple, but there was not even a scream. It was just that the smell of blood had spread to the road invisibly. "The sword is so fast, have all the blood sacrifices been sacrificed?" Sen Luo did not hesitate anymore.

, strode forward directly on the road, and opened the door in front of him. What appeared in front of him was a hellish scene. The businessmen and warriors fell in a pool of blood, and their bodies were cut open. Although the warriors had

He tried to use the knife, but it probably had no effect at all.

There are two elevated braziers in the courtyard, which bring a touch of warmth to this pale and cold place, but to Sen Luo's feeling, it is like magma under the glacier, which is very dangerous. And between the two braziers

In the middle, there is a mazaar, on which sits a warrior wearing the best attire of the time. His faceplate is also lowered, so his face cannot be seen clearly. On the front of his armor is a grimace, decorated like the face of an evil ghost.

There was a tachi stuck beside him. Senluo walked in and stood under the firelight. The skeletal warrior's feet were apart, stepping forward and backward. His arms sank, and he had already grasped the Jumonji spear in his hand.

The point of the spear was aimed at the most accomplished samurai in the world. "Are you willing to answer a question for me? Do you know about the Four Souls Jade?" Senluo spoke first, with a double tone swirling around the courtyard. The samurai opposite said something.

Without saying a word, he slowly stood up from the horse and pulled out the sword beside him. Under the firelight, the Prajna ghost face in front of him seemed to come to life, and his big mouth full of fangs opened and closed uncertainly. The warrior stood and

His height is slightly shorter than Sen Luo, but if you add the antlers on his pocket, he is probably more than half a head taller than Sen Luo.

Sen Luo has seen such a monster warrior before. The magic monk named Su Luo once fought something similar in front of the cave where Sen Luo practiced. This is a body that has become a monster in this world, and even

Also add that knife. This kind of thing has been around for a long time. It has sucked countless blood and souls. On a certain moonlit night, it became one of the hundred ghosts, and then lured living people into wearing such armor, thereby stealing them.

His mind became a murderer, killing people everywhere, and finally digesting all the people trapped in the armor... And Senluo, now through the opponent's face armor, saw the withered skeleton inside -

—It’s almost time to change someone.

"Can't one or two of them talk well? Is this the norm in this land?" Sen Luo sighed, and then he stabbed the target with a straight shot. This was considered the first polite shot.

It is not for the purpose of defeating the opponent. It is not fast and not strong, but it is clean and neat, which is considered a courtesy. But the demon opposite is obviously a rude person. He just turned sideways and prepared to bully the inside of the spear and use the knife.

Kill Senluo. That Qingshuiji was about to scream in shock.
Chapter completed!