roccoschili Chapter 128 Countdown 5 Evil God
Chapter 128 Countdown 5 Evil God
at the same time,
In the pitch-black basement, there was not a trace of light or shadow. The walls were covered with paintings related to the human body structure, and the bookshelf behind the table was filled with glass bottles of various sizes.
It is filled with an unknown solution. If you look closely, you will find that the bottle contains organ tissues that have long lost their blood color.
"Have all the orders been given?"
"Yes, sir. Once Sawara's territory expands to cover Heian-kyo, spies from outside will relay the information."
"Well, spread the news faster. The more people know, the better."
The black-haired man smiled and kept wiping the dagger on his hand. His movements were very careful, as if he was seeing something else through this strangely shaped dagger.
The extremely rational pupils are clearly black and white, revealing a terrifying and paranoid madness.
"It's almost there..." he murmured.
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Pitch-black cursed energy swept wildly across the corner of the temple, wind blades enveloping an indistinct figure. Vines constructed from cursed energy waved chaotically in mid-air, striking the ground and creating a large crater.
Zenyuan Heyan and others immediately dodged.
From the moment the seal was lifted, a huge black "tent" began to fall from the entire Heian-kyo, starting from this temple, swallowing up the blue sky bit by bit.
In Heian-kyō, whether it was the shops doing business or the farmers working in the fields, they all put down their work at this moment, looked up at the sky at the same time, and talked about it.
"What's going on? A solar eclipse?"
"It's so strange, why did the sky suddenly turn dark?"
"What is this? Is the God angry? Why did it suddenly turn from day to night?"
"Go home quickly, has something happened?"
"How strange..."
Tsukuyomi Tsukumi reacted immediately and launched his own domain while Heian-kyō was not yet completely covered by the other party's domain.
"Domain expansion: the realm of the true sutra—"
The dark blue cursed energy rose majestically from under Tsukuyomi's feet into the air, quickly trying to occupy the areas not covered by the black cursed energy.
The ancient and majestic fluctuations of cursed energy shocked those closest to Tsukuyomi, making them feel breathless.
The wide hems and sleeves of Tsukuyomi's clothes were blown by the strong wind stirred up by the cursed power, and her silky silver hair seemed to be shining and flying in the air.
Everyone was blocked behind Tsukuyomi, staring blankly at the scene in front of them. Even the old monk who participated in the sealing had never thought that [Prince Sawara] could have such power today, and he never thought that he would be protected by a seemingly weak boy.
Even if they were not standing in the front to resist the attack, they could feel the terrifying power of the curse, being completely crushed, and the trembling from the depths of their souls.
"It has become stronger." The old monk narrowed his eyes and looked at the humanoid curse spirit in the black vortex.
This is of course.
Framed by his closest relatives, even a hunger strike to prove his guilt did not earn him a single ounce of sympathy. Even after death, he could not rest in peace, imprisoned in this land, watching the culprit live a carefree life...
Obviously... obviously he is the prince,
It's obviously not his fault!
Why wronged him?
Brother Huang, why did you frame me?
So what if we move the capital?
How dare you seal him underground in Heian-kyo for so many years!
Ping'an...King? Peaceful Beijing!
He made everyone in this city restless!!!
A handsome, special-grade cursed spirit dressed in aristocratic attire slowly emerged from the black storm. He looked like a normal person, but his every move was strange and unusual.
His eyes were tightly closed and weeping blood, two bloody tears suddenly hung on his handsome face.
The moment he walked out, the surroundings fell into dead silence.
The next second, the space was completely dark.
At the moment of intersection, Tsukuyomi's domain was repelled, and the last bit of blue light was swallowed up.
[Special Grade Cursed Spirit: Prince Sawara]
The field expands—the Shurangama Sutra transcends the void!
A visible pitch-black barrier enveloped the entire Heian-kyo, and people outside could only see a black semicircle emitting an ominous aura.
Countless giant vines rose from their feet, thick and strong, as if they had consciousness, radiating rapidly in all directions.
All the houses collapsed, and the people on the ground were swept up to high altitudes and then fell down heavily!
Extremely fast!
Before Tsukuyomi could stop this, he heard a voice behind him.
"Tsujimi! Get out of the way!"
It was Zenin Kazuhiko, who dodged the vines' attack while summoning his own Shikigami.
"Ten Shadow Spells: Big Snake! Full Elephant!"
A huge white snake emerged from the ground and headed straight for Prince Sawara, but was tightly entangled by huge vines and could not move.
Zenin Heyan keenly felt that the special-grade cursed spirit in front of him was unusual.
Some curse spirits can be called "special grade" because their strength exceeds one level and reaches the special grade, while some curse spirits are called special grade curse spirits because the upper limit of their level is only special grade.
The humanoid cursed spirit before him was more intelligent than any cursed spirit he had encountered before, his resentment was the strongest, and his purpose was extremely precise - he wanted to destroy Heian-kyo!
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Outside of Heian-kyō,
Deep in the mountains.
Ryomen Sukuna suddenly stopped killing his prey, slowly stood up and turned his head to look towards Heian-kyo. His scarlet pupils flickered, and there was a murderous intent in his bones.
Rimei hurried to Ryoumen Sukuna's side, "Oh no, Sukuna-sama! The special cursed spirit [Prince Sawara] in Heian-kyo has expanded his domain, and Tsumiya is still there!"
Ryoumen Sukuna remained motionless, staring fixedly at the terrifyingly dark [tent].
"Go and see"
The next second, he teleported away and disappeared without a trace.
As soon as they left the foot of the mountain and passed by a populated area, they saw people gathered together, discussing something indignantly.
People from every household gathered together, took out the statue of "Tsukuyomi-son" from their homes and smashed it to the ground in anger. The reeds hanging at the door were also pulled down and thrown on the ground at random.
wrong.
Ryomen Sukuna raised his eyelids slightly and stopped.
"Oh, you know what? I heard that this Moon God isn't a good god at all. He's an evil god!"
"how is this possible?"
"Haven't you heard? He was raised by ghosts and gods. He is not a real god at all. They are all fake!" The ignorant man became more and more excited as he spoke. The expression on his face was heartbreaking, as if he had been deceived by something huge.
"This matter has spread everywhere. He is not a god at all. He is clearly one of those ghosts and gods. In the past, everyone worshipped Amaterasu. The sun and the moon are clearly opposite each other!
He is clearly not a god who protects ordinary people like us!"
A group of people at the entrance of the village were still chatting enthusiastically, unaware that danger had already arrived.
At this time, the voices of a pair of brothers interrupted. They were both orphans and had a very low sense of presence in the village. They were like small transparent characters. But now they became bolder.
"You're talking nonsense! He's clearly a good god!"
"That's right! He saved our lives before, don't talk nonsense here."
The younger brother, who is younger than him, looks like he really worships Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi. He even has a red mud mark on his forehead.
The man who was exposed was embarrassed and his voice became louder.
"You little bastard! What nonsense are you talking about? If this is true, you can find out by asking around! This is something everyone knows! What the hell is this Moon God? I think he's in cahoots with that ghost!"
"Oh? Are you talking about me?"
Ryomen Sukuna stood on the roof, landed among the crowd, and suddenly interrupted with a sentence.
The dark curse pattern clung to his face like a maggot clinging to his bones. This was the special mark of the Curse King. His piercing scarlet eyes fell on the pile of smashed statues, then circled back to the man.
As cold as if looking at a dead person
"Are you free? You——"
The next second, an invisible slash appeared.
"what--!"
The man who had just spoken wildly was instantly torn into pieces.
"Ahhh!"
"Help! Someone's been murdered!"
"Yes, it's ghosts and gods, the ghosts and gods are coming!"
The crowd scattered in all directions. Ryomen Sukuna shook his hands as if stretching his muscles, and looked at each house one by one.
There is no Tsukuyomi-no-sun grass tied at the door
--kill!
Just smashed the statue
--kill!
Talk nonsense, be disrespectful
--kill!
The sharp black nails mercilessly pierced the chests of those people, and blood mixed with broken organs dripped onto the ground along the muscular forearms of the ghost.
The cherry-pink hair was blown back by the wind, and was stained with blood.
He hated having the blood of such weak, insect-like garbage stained on his body. He bent his elbow and looked at the warm blood hanging on the rim of the bowl. He raised his head and took a sip. The blood was swept down his throat by his lips and tongue.
Savored it carefully
“boring”
His pupils drooped and slowly fell on the two people standing at the end - the brothers.