Traveled through time and space and became Sukuna, but the host was Yukinoshita?

Chapter 188

Death's six scarlet vertical eyes on its thin cheeks narrowed subconsciously.

Looking at the mysterious magic circle floating on the head of the black-haired young man, the uneasy premonition in its heart became heavier.

And the white afterimages continued to appear one after another, as if there was no end, rushing towards it one after another.

But each one was so weak that it seemed that it could not consume much of the black-haired young man's spell power.

Something was wrong.

Facing the clone rushing up, the Death Curse Spirit chose to retreat after a little thought.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid?" Seeing Death retreat, the black-haired young man's mouth suddenly opened, squeezing out a sarcastic smile, "If you are afraid of even the clone, do you still want to fight with the original body? It's better to commit suicide quickly."

Death's retreat was exchanged for the clone's nose-raising.

Feisheng rushed to the front of the cursed spirit and punched it hard in the abdomen, then launched the eighth technique, and the slash with the curse power immediately penetrated the whole body of the cursed spirit.

Flowers of enchanting blood bloomed.

Death felt the pain and swung down the black straight blade extending from his palm, cutting a blood line on the chest of the clone.

The latter immediately retreated and tried to heal the injuries with the reversal technique.

And this time, the clone relied on the reversal technique to continuously resist the effect of the instant death technique, and actually stood up staggeringly, like a drunkard.

Although it is still a long way from the ninth level of freedom of movement, it has been significantly improved compared to the previous inability to move.

The effect of my technique has been weakened!

Is it because of that magic circle!

Death realized the effect of the magic circle, but it didn't have time to be surprised. The other clones had already rushed forward and kicked it on the chin, kicking it high into the air.

Before it could stabilize its body, a clone flashed above the curse spirit and kicked it away.

It was like a ball, bouncing in the air under the siege of several clones, and finally kicked back to its original position.

Death hit the ground heavily, smashing the concrete road surface with terrible cracks, and it spit out a large mouthful of purple blood.

Although it was only a clone that inherited 1% of the curse power, it also depends on whose 1%.

Moreover, the less curse power does not mean that the physical strength has also decreased.

The curse spirit turned into a black mist and dissipated, and then re-condensed its body not far away.

That magic circle was really weird. If you use magic to kill those clones, the magic circle will rotate, and after the rotation, the effect of your magic will be weakened, and in the end it may even lose its effect completely.

"Then, as long as you don't use magic, it will be fine." As he said this, the black straight blade on the palm of death slowly retracted into the palm.

The black-haired young man who watched this scene also raised his mouth slightly, as if the action of the curse spirit was also within his expectations.

The clones that fell everywhere and inadvertently surrounded the fierce curse spirit like Yaksha also showed the same smile as the original body.

Have you given up using magic? You finally realized it.

One after another invisible slashes were blasted out. Death, who sensed the attack coming, did not dare to use magic to defend like before, for fear that the slashes could also make the mysterious magic circle rotate, so he could only dodge quickly.

But how could it completely dodge the invisible slashes coming from several directions with such a poor intuition?

Several streaks of blood splattered on its body. Fortunately, the slashes from the clone were not powerful, and the scars were very shallow, which was completely inferior to the previous set of aerial combos.

In an instant, the injuries on its body were healed by the curse power. Without waiting for the clone to move forward, the curse spirit symbolizing death took the initiative to launch an offensive.

It turned into a black mist and quickly swept towards the clone closest to it. The latter's slash passed through the black mist, only cutting out a blank space in the black mist, and then it was quickly filled again.

The black mist passed through the clone, and an arm suddenly emerged from the black mist and grabbed the clone's head. The black mist condensed into a Yaksha again, holding the head and twisting the body to throw the clone towards the clone rushing in another direction.

Then it immediately turned around and punched.

The fists collided with each other, and a white air wave immediately swept between Lin Qi's clone and the death curse spirit.

The latter's mouth under the six vertical eyes opened, revealing two sharp and slender canine teeth.

The pleasure brought by such a fist-to-flesh fight is completely incomparable to the fight that uses a spell to kill instantly.

Since its birth, it has experienced such a battle for the first time, and a sense of pleasure can not help but emerge in its heart.

Before it can savor this sense of pleasure, it was hit several times on the back, and its body staggered forward amid the splash of purple blood.

The clone that was fighting with it loosened its fist, grabbed its arm, exerted its whole body strength, and threw it over the shoulder, smashing it hard on the ground.

The ground collapsed immediately, and cracks spread rapidly.

How can a cursed spirit that was born only a month ago compare with the skills that have been tempered in close combat?

The spell cannot be used, and even the clone cannot cope with it without it.

In the end, many sharp thorns emerged from Death's body, piercing many bloody holes in the clone in front of him.

But no spell was added.

Lin Qi's clone's mouth raised slightly, and a very interesting sigh came out of her mouth: "Oh? It seems that you are also evolving."

The blood hole on his body was cured by the reverse technique in an instant, and death was temporarily freed.

But soon, its eyes were filled with several scattered figures, and there was a burst of arrogant laughter in its ears: "Then you have to, be optimistic, learn well!"

The attacks are far more dense and smoother than before, and the clones begin to cooperate with each other, like flowing clouds and water, or like storms.

The curse spirit that looks like Yasha can only barely resist under this continuous attack, and new injuries are constantly added to the body, and they are healed by the power of the curse, and are injured again, which is repeated over and over again.

It is obvious that the curse power on these clones is not as good as Er'er, so it is easy to deal with it alone, but once they join forces, it suddenly becomes unstoppable and unstoppable.

But at the same time, the martial arts of death were also rapidly improving in the process of being beaten, just like a piece of fine iron, constantly being beaten in a melting state, thus gradually becoming harder and tougher.

Gradually, it went from being unbearable at the beginning to being able to counterattack when blocking the attacks of its clones.

The dense and coherent offensive gradually emerged.

After raising his hand to grab the whip leg that the clone kicked, Death picked it up and forced it back away as a weapon. Then he threw out the clone in his hand.

In its sight, there was also a black-haired young man standing not far away with a magic circle above his head.

"Finally, I've caught you."

A hoarse voice sounded, and Yasha couldn't help but smile, stretched out his hand to the black-haired young man with the magic circle on his head, and then clenched his palms suddenly: "Dead coffin!"

The pure black coffin locked the black-haired young man in a blink of an eye. Without the unlimited art like Wujogu to resist, he was declared dead at the moment he was locked in the dead coffin.

Judging from the feedback from the dead coffin, the black-haired young man who was locked up also died.

However, the floating magic circle did not disappear and suddenly flew towards death.

"Did you really catch it?"

A playful voice suddenly rang behind the spell spirit.

Then it felt a huge spell that was violently surging.

Death suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Qi who had been mixed into the clone at some time. The curse power attached to the fist alone far exceeded the curse power contained in the clone.

The magic circle returned to Lin Qi's head and turned again.

"When did you have it? If there is a magic array on your head, it must be the illusion of the original body?" Lin Qi grinned.

The curse power condensed on the fist further deepened, turning into a deep black and red, and the distorted black electric light burst out, and the space was twisted for a moment.

Black flash!

boom!

Accompanied by a loud sound, the curse spirit was blown away by a punch, like a cannonball that broke several broken walls on its face, and finally crashed into the pile of ruins.

Its chest was pierced by violent curse power, and its body was paralyzed by the black lightning, and even the curse power flowing throughout its body was stagnant.

Looking at the curse spirit that was punched into the ruins by himself, Lin Qi grinned on her face that was somewhat similar to Wujou Wu's face, and she reached out to wipe her hair, wiping out a big back head full of madness.

Looking back, I'll be 1900...81, si! 29ling, Wu Luxue￥: See.

"Hey, where are people?"

The black-haired girl's figure disappeared at some point.

While Lin Qi was fighting with death, Yukinoshita Yukino was not idle either. He felt the surrounding curse power and went to clear out the curse spirits that were raging in other areas.

She knew Lin Qijun would definitely win, so even if she wasn't watching, there was no problem.

Compared to watching Lin Qijun fight, the innocent citizens around who are being harmed by the curse spirit need themselves more.

It's just a pity that someone is trying to be handsome in front of the students.

He smacked his tongue with some regrets. Listening to the movements coming from behind, Lin Qi turned around.

Death had pulled himself out of the ruins, and the big hole that was blasted out by a black flash of punch had been cured, but his condition seemed to be much weaker than the naked eye.

It's far less powerful than it was in the first place.

It once again asked the original question: "Who are you?"

If this is not the strongest, then how strong is that black-haired girl?

Death didn't think he could get the answer from this man's mouth. But after asking, he raised one hand and said hoarsely: "The realm is unfolding, and the silence of Shahua."

The barrier shell of the domain spread rapidly towards him, and soon wrapped the black-haired youth inside.

The deep night sky disappeared, replaced by a dim and chaotic sky. A river spreads in a winding manner, and the riverside is filled with bright red Manzhushahua.

It's like a scene like a fountain.

Lin Qi raised her eyebrows and also made seals with her hands: "The domain is unfolded and the dark silence is integrated."

As he finished speaking, in the underworld, the shadows under the feet of the black-haired young man instantly boiled and surged, as if he had opened the spring, and it kept gushing out. Soon the black shadow river covered the surrounding loess.

Behind him, a throne slowly emerged from the sea of ​​shadows, followed by majestic pillars supporting the hall, Jade Dog, Nue, Great Snake... Shikigami of the Ten Shadow Techniques stood on both sides, and the more powerful the Shikigami, the closer they were to the throne.

Behind the throne was the tall and majestic Yijie God General, Moxu Luo.

The hall without a dome just emerged on the yellow earth of Huangquan.

5 The enchanting red spider lily bloomed in the hall, which meant that the domains of both sides were constantly confronting each other, and the must-hit spells were also continuously offsetting each other.

6 It means that the domain of death is at the same level as Lin Qi's domain.

"You are quite capable."

The black-haired young man said, sitting on the throne, with one hand on the armrest, his palm supporting his cheek, and tilting his head to look at the Yaksha Curse Spirit at the end of the river.

Without him speaking, the shikigami began to move, stretching their bodies, and then all looked at the enemy not far away.

The gray wolf howled, the raptor flapped its wings, the big snake screamed, the tiger pressed its claws, and the shikigami showed their own postures and rushed towards death.

And the sword of the demon-repelling sword on the right forearm of the Yijie God General also turned into a halberd with a cold and frightening light in the field.

It held the halberd and slowly sank into the shadow.

The black straight blade stretched out from the palms of Death's hands again, and two sharp scimitars extended from behind the elbows.

The two jade dogs, one black and one white, ran at a high speed, and then one of them went into the shadows. When it jumped out again, it had come to Death, and the cold wolf fangs bit the cursed spirits from the left and right.

But the two straight blades pierced through their abdomens.

The instant death ritual was activated, and the two jade dogs died quickly, turning into shadows and merging into the sea of ​​shadows under their feet.

A shrill eagle cry sounded above, accompanied by the shining purple lightning, and the electric snake poured down, covering the cursed spirit.

It immediately rose with bursts of green smoke, and blackened scars appeared on its body.

However, the straight blade in his hand suddenly stretched out, cutting the body of the Nue in half.

Then the blade deflected and stabbed out, piercing through the open bloody mouth of the snake to the back of the head.

The two shikigami also turned into shadows and disappeared.

A thick tongue suddenly tied up the thin waist of death and threw it away.

When it landed and just stabilized its body, the ground shook violently. A huge musk ox charged with its head down, and its curved and thick horns were held down by Death with both hands.

The bull pushed the cursed spirit forward, and the latter's legs plowed two deep grooves in the yellow soil covered by shadows. Finally, the bull swung its head and pushed it away.

Tiger Zang, who emerged from the shadows, let out a deafening roar, and slapped it to the ground with its tiger claws, which were bigger than Death's body.

Then, a huge elephant fell from the sky, and suddenly splashed black water.

The next moment, the body of the elephant was split open by a cold light and turned into a shadow and dissipated.

Death turned around suddenly and raised his arms.

A black halberd suddenly chopped down, and the powerful downward chopped it into the ground, and its body became a few inches shorter.