"Dark   World    Wave"

Dismusk in mid-air flipped and sent a series of waves toward the ground. Light blue gas wandered between the red biochemical ghosts, and powerful shock waves flashed at his fingertips.

"Bang!" The blue light slope fell on the floor, bounced up with a powerful push and blasted away the surrounding ghosts. Dismusk rebounded with the help of the interaction force, and several rises and falls moved to the wall below the pyramid, looking at the corpse-accumulated energy in his hand, and a group of unscathed biochemical ghosts.

"I haven't reached the Yellow Spring Biliangpo?" Dismusk looked at the accumulated corpse energy that was jumping between his five fingers in surprise. The blue and blue were tangled in an orderly manner on his fingertips, with the same fluctuations and the same frequency, but it did not open the door to hell.

Just when Dismusk was still hesitating, the red ghosts gathered in the square swarmed up again.

"Brush!" A green light flashed across a group of scarlets and rushed straight to the wall. Dismusk had no time to think about it, and subconsciously bounced up and jumped away. However, the green ghost seemed to be rushing, and his blood-red eyes reflected the prey in front of him. With the help of the wall, he actually bounced up. The huge fist wind drove the fluctuations of the green light.

The hideous face instantly filled Dismusk's vision, and the green light enveloped him.

"Looking for death!" I wonder if it was anger or disdain.

In the air, the two figures intertwined each other, and Dismusk's figure left a continuous afterimage in the space. As the thousands of sentences were released, they turned from the front of the green ghost to the side of the other. The figure of the man also changed the blood-red eyes of the green ghost. It seemed that this guy's consciousness could keep up with Dismusk's speed, but his health was much worse.

"Acubens"

"Crack" The blood mist that should be released in the sky was not erupting, but at that moment the green ghost split into two, and there was no trace of liquid in the broken body.

Dismusk in the air bounced up again like a horse trampling on a flying swallow, using the remnants of the green ghost, and landed steadily at the top of the pyramid, where Danadus, the god of death, once stood.

At the top of the pyramid, Dismusk looked down at the bloody color below. The low-level red ghosts remained motionless, as if they were still shocked by the thunder attack just now. The corpse of the green ghost under the tower was divided into two pieces and fell on the floor. The bloody eyes also lost their luster.

Dismusk looked at his achievements with satisfaction, but at some point a green and crystal tail stretched out from behind him. The brim of the blood-red cross hat poked out from the man's neck, and his sharp claws suddenly slashed down like five steel knives.

With a "bang", it was the sound of the palm of your hand. The light of five fingers flashed from your eyes. Dismusk sneered, and his fingers grabbed the crazy baby's dark wrist with his fingers. His body was like a bow, and he suddenly swung forward. Like a windmill, the female ghost fell to the ground in front of him. With a snap, the floor cracked and spread around.

The crazy baby roared at the man in front of him, and then his body suddenly became transparent, and there was no sign of it in the dim light.

Dismusk stretched out his palm and pointed his fingers towards the sky, and a faint fire suddenly burst out from his palm. The swaying fire shone on the man's low face.

"The same frequency and same fluctuations, but it cannot open the door to the underworld..."

The blue and white fire that was flying into the sky suddenly blasted down, and the roar was mixed with the fierce flames, "Because this is hell, the entrance to the yellow spring!"

"Praesepe     Debsp;Blue    Flames)"

A hellish fire sprinkled on the floor, burning and purifying the undead in the world. Before the ghosts under the pyramid could do any action, they were swallowed by the fireworks. Wherever the flames passed, everything was nothing.

"Boom" the floor shattered into ashes. The entire pyramid shook first, then collapsed and fell. Dismusk was unstable and was shocked and stood up quickly.

"Ouch!" A scream of shock and pain came out.

"Sir, what help do you need?"

A gentle female voice suddenly came out in his ears. Dismusk shook his head, and his blurry vision gradually became clear. A fresh and bright flight attendant squatted beside him, and when he accidentally stood up, he bumped into the suitcase on the cabin.

Still on the plane, after looking around at the halo in Dismusk's eyes, he felt even more confused, "Am I asleep?" This ordinary words kept echoing in his mind.

The deserted island, ancient heritage, and historical witness - Kyoto. Torto Zaibaku.

"***, I don't know how Sawoman's skills are now." In the ancient architecture, under the door lattice of white paper seal, a white-haired old man was wearing an ancient small-sleeved kimono and knelt on the ground. A roll of white paper was spread on the small table in front of him. The old man held a brush in his forehand and wrote something,

"Returning to Tueto Mitsumasa, Miss Saori is now skilled and can be fully qualified for the job of worrying skills." The woman, known as the ***, knelt across from the old man Tueto, and said with a respectful look.

"You arrange a time and take Saori to the company for audition in a few days." Koto Mitsumasa said without raising his head in his hands.

"Sir, Miss Saori is only 13 years old..." ***'s voice sounded a little trembling.

"What? You have something to do!" The majestic voice caused a slight unpleasant feeling.

"Hayi!" *** hurriedly lowered his head and grabbed the ground, putting his posture to the lowest point.

Takado Mitsumasa finished the last stroke steadily, put the brush aside, and then said calmly, "Go out."

***Did not speak, and slowly retreated. In the bamboo room, there was only the old man, a table, and a pen.

Koto Mitsumasa picked up the paper and blew it gently, drying the pen and ink on it, then looked at his handwriting with satisfaction, and smiled slightly on the corner of his mouth. On the black and white words, the Chinese font in China was written with the Chinese font "Man will conquer nature."

"Ha~ What a big tone." In front of the door, a dark reflection emerged from the white paste paper.

"Who?" Takato Mitsumasa raised his eyebrows, his cut face was powerful without anger. A strong wind blew out from the cuffs of his strong suit, and his five fingers ran towards the black shadow. His agile figure like a hungry tiger pounced on food could not be seen at all. He was a white-haired old man. Before the fist wind arrived, the tiger roared and shook the sky.

The white paper doors and windows broke instantly, revealing a ray of sunlight. The huge figure rose up and barely avoided the whistling fist wind. Under the projection of the backlight, Mitsumasa Tokio narrowed his eyes and looked up. It was not difficult for the light of the light that the lawn not far away was lying there with unknown life and death.

In the air, a huge wing flap rose up, and the dark sacred clothes and the sharpness of the cold light on the wings could emit a hint of cold purple light even under the bath of the sun.

"The Underworld Fighter!"

The figure in the sky said nothing, but a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, his wings shook his wings, and the wind rose. Then, purple light flashed, and raging fires swayed and jumped out of the purple light.

Koto Mitsumasa tightened his whole body and made a thousand-pound drop, standing in the strong wind. The wind stopped and the sound started! The old man looked up and saw a black flame in front of him, and the tragic scene of hell flashed in his pupils.
Chapter completed!