The scene seemed to have quieted down.

It was not until a long time later that the Sanjō Munechika gradually found his voice. He asked the Onmyoji beside him in confusion, "... Half body?

What is a half body? "

Although he didn't know much about monsters, he could sense something unusual about them.

Haruaki Abe was silent for a moment, and then slowly replied, "For demons, it is probably a natural partner, a destined friend, a perfect fit, and a perfect soul … In short, it is a very important existence."

It was more than important. This kind of bond that surpassed friendship, love, and family was enough to feel the weight of it, even if he had not personally experienced it.

Abe Seimei closed the fan and tapped the palm of his hand. He felt a headache that he hadn't felt for a long time.

Ah, if that was the case, it was really inconvenient for him to interfere … Fighting over a half body with Daitengu?

Wouldn't Kyoto be destroyed again? (Eh, why did he say "again"?)

More importantly, for every Daemon, a half-body Daemon was absolutely unique and extremely difficult to encounter.

At the very least, from what Abe Seimei knew, most of the demon beasts were unable to find their lower body even after spending their entire lives searching for it. The Daitengu in front of him was the first one he met, so it was impossible for him to give up or change his body.

Thinking of this … Haruaki Abe wanted to go home.

On the other side, Daitengu did not pay attention to anyone else. His attention was now focused on the newborn Fu Mourning God.

"Jinjian …"

The black-winged youth, who had grown into a legendary demon, softly said this name.

His cold eyes, which were frozen with frost all day long, had unknowingly softened into a pool of spring water, tinged with bone-chilling gentleness, "I finally … found you …"

After searching for a thousand years and waiting alone for a long time, they finally met …

His … half body …

Daitengu reached out to Jinjian. The wings on his back stretched out gently, as if he was going to take him away in the next moment.

And in fact, that was exactly what he was thinking.

"Come, Jinjian, come to my side."

Daitengu sent an invitation to the Fu Mourning God.

His words finally managed to draw everyone's attention back to the present.

It wasn't until this moment that people realized that this new Death God Fu seemed to have been too quiet all this time.

Thus, everyone's gaze fell on the Fu Mourning God, carefully peeking at his expression.

Even if they had seen him before, even if they were mentally prepared, when they saw his face again, they could not help but be dazed for a moment.

Ahh, is this the power of a god?

… That's right, there's no mistaking it. This is a god!

Death God Fu, who was in the center of everyone's attention, did not seem to have any changes in his expression at this moment. His overly cold performance made him seem even more unfathomable under the current circumstances.

But in reality, even though it was hard to believe, the Jinjian at this moment was actually a little dumbfounded.

Jinjian was actually not from this world. Even though it was a little old-fashioned, he was indeed a transmigrator.

He came from a higher dimension world. The people of that world worshipped strength and strength, and carried out endless wars and conquests all day long.

And in that kind of world, he was originally created as the most powerful weapon.

Countless strong people had fought to the death for him. Blood dyed the earth red, and even the gloomy rainstorm could not wash it away.

And when the final victor walked in front of him, he found out that — —

Even the strongest existence could not bear his power. In short, no one could truly use him.

This was an unreconciled and heart-wrenching truth.

Thus, with the title of the strongest weapon, he was indefinitely shelved, until — —

The world was destroyed.

— — Yes, destroyed.

It was as if the aftermath of ancient wars had all erupted in an instant. Or perhaps, the god who did not know if he existed was finally angry — —

His world was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a withered flower.

The earth cracked and the sky fell … This was the so-called end of the world.

Under such circumstances, a certain function that he did not understand was activated. He was brought to this world and was reborn as the Fu Mourning God.

The memories ended here.

Jin Jian silently clenched his fists. His five fingers that moved according to his will were cold but incomparable to the touch. Finally, he recovered from his long absent-mindedness.

Ah ah, this is really …

He actually possessed a body … a body that was similar to a human's yet different, a body that truly existed …

Jinjian was still immersed in a complicated and wonderful state of mind. In the eyes of the outside world, this was an excessively long silence.

Daitengu seemed to have realized something.

He retracted his wings slightly, and his black feathers fluttered in the wind. "Jinjian, you …"

"If you're talking about leaving with you, then obviously —"

After repeatedly confirming that he had a physical body, the Fu Mourning God finally tilted his head slightly and responded, "I refuse."

Although the Daitengu already knew what was going on, it still couldn't help but be stunned.

He seemed a little unwilling, but more than that, he was puzzled. "Why?

You are my lower body, so we should be together. "

Haruaki Abe, who had been listening by the side, opened his bat fan and covered his twitching mouth.

These misleading words were really … very similar to Ibaraki Douji's style ah ….

No, no, no. If I think about it carefully, compared to Ibaraki Doji's "sacrificing my body for my best friend", Daitengu should be more reserved?

Jinjian turned his gaze to Daitengu. His golden eyes stared unblinkingly at the other party with a kind of almost critical scrutiny.

Daitengu, who was being stared at by his lower body, silently clenched his fists. He only felt that every feather on his wings was so nervous that they were about to explode.

As a result, the number of Crow Feathers that were dropping at an alarming rate instantly doubled.

After a long time, the Fu Mourning God finally retracted his gaze and said, "You're not good enough."

Daitengu was speechless.

Not good enough?!

Which part of him was not good enough?

Which part was not good enough?!

However, before he could ask in detail, the Jinjian suddenly looked up at the door of the mansion and slightly narrowed his golden eyes.

At the same time, Haruaki Abe and Daitengu did the same thing. They both looked in the direction of the door.

After a few breaths, Daitengu was the first to sneer. "They're really fast."

Haruaki Abe helplessly sighed. "You didn't conceal your aura at all this time. Calculating the time, the people of Yinyang Liao should be here."

After all, he was a powerful demon. As long as the people of Yinyang Liao weren't blind, they wouldn't be able to ignore him.

In fact, this was indeed the case. A group of Yin-Yang Masters dressed in standard uniforms quickly appeared at the door of the Sanjo residence.

The person in the lead was called Shinobu Saito. He was about forty years old and was one of the top Yin-Yang Masters in Yinyang Liao.

At this moment, this Yin-Yang Master was holding a talisman in his hand. Although he tried his best to remain calm, he couldn't help but tremble a few times.

Shinobu Saito was very nervous.

Although he was confident in his own strength, this didn't mean that he had the ability to face Daitengu head on.

— — That's a legendary great monster!

Even if the whole of Yinyang Liao surrounded him, they might not be able to defeat him!

Shinobu Saito came with the belief that he would die. Then, he saw Haruaki Abe — —

"Haruaki -sama!"

Shinobu Saito saw the light of hope. His eyes were instantly filled with tears. "Oh, it seems that Haruaki -sama already knows about the Great Sky … Cough, in that case, why don't you let Haruaki -sama handle this matter? We will assist from the side."

He even threw away the burden quite cleanly, Saitou-sama.

Haruaki Abe helplessly sighed. He was really a model worker.

"Don't worry, Saitou-sama. Daitengu just came to Kyoto for a walk. He will leave soon."

Haruaki Abe said this and slowly glanced at Fu Mourning God. It was obvious that he was hinting at something.

Daitengu frowned when he saw this. He lowered his eyes and snorted coldly. But in the end, he did not refute — —

Indeed, if Jinjian did not want to go with him, he could only leave temporarily.

Although the explanation of "taking a walk" was far-fetched, for Shinobu Saito and the others, as long as Daitengu did not cause trouble, everything else was a small problem.

Seeing that the matter seemed to have been resolved, Saitou Shin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and then planned to return. After all, the Yinyang Liao was still waiting for news.

However, just as he was about to leave, he heard a cold voice — —

"Wait a minute."

Shinobu Saito stopped and looked up. He did not expect to meet Daitengu's eyes. The other party looked at him coldly, full of warning.

Before Shinobu Saito could figure out what this big demon meant, he saw a figure walk out from behind the other party.

It was not until this time that he realized that there was another person who had been blocked by this big demon — — no, it would be more appropriate to say that this person was deliberately protecting behind him.

And the person who called out to him was obviously not Daitengu, but this person who had just appeared … — —

"Fu Mourning God?"

Shinobu Saito struggled to recover from the shock of the other party's appearance, and then muttered with great uncertainty.

It was no wonder that he was so hesitant. It was because the other party's aura was so strong that it exceeded his understanding of the Fu Mourning God.

"Look away, human."

The black crow's feather almost brushed past his cheek. Shinobu Saito felt a stinging pain. Only then did he realize that he had been in a daze for a long time.

Shinobu Saito carelessly wiped the blood from his cheek, then pulled up his sleeves and asked, "May I know what this Fu Mourning God wants?"

"You have something on you."

Jinjian stared at the other party. His expression was calm, but it inexplicably brought about great pressure.

Then, almost without hiding anything, he pushed away the hilt with one hand, "The aura of that thing — — makes me very unhappy."

A small section of the odachi's blade was exposed, and it reflected a brilliant light under the sun.

The Fu Mourning God's attack was straightforward and unreasonable, but he did not seem to feel that there was anything wrong with it.

— — Just because he did not like it, just because he felt unhappy …

— — How willful and arrogant was this.

However, the Fu Mourning God's solemn and cold appearance made this unreasonable arrogance seem natural.

Shinobu Saito was speechless for a moment, then as if he finally recovered, he hurriedly took out a talisman.

"What you are talking about, is probably the thing sealed in here."

Shinobu Saito was sure that apart from this thing, there was nothing else abnormal about him.

And with the appearance of this talisman, the subtle aura that only the Fu Mourning God could sense was finally noticed by more people.

"What is inside here."

Haruaki Abe said with a slightly serious expression.

"Actually, I caught it on the way here."

Shinobu Saito seemed to recall the scene at that time, and could not help but frown, "It is not a demon, but its aura is ominous, and it has a certain degree of aggression.

What is even stranger is that the Yin-Yang technique does not seem to be able to kill it, so I could only seal it first, and leave it for when we return to Yinyang Liao to deal with. "

"Let it out."

Jinjian slightly lifted his chin and said lightly.

Shinobu Saito was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw Haruaki Abe nod at him, he did not delay any longer and directly released the seal.

Then, a thing with black gas all over its body and a strange light in its eyes appeared in front of everyone.

It was wearing shoulder armor and a katana on its waist. It looked like a samurai.

The moment it regained its freedom, it immediately roared at the sky, then suddenly turned its head, and its empty eyes locked onto Jinjian.

As if it had confirmed its target, it instantly pulled out the katana on its waist and suddenly attacked Jinjian.

And then there was no and then.

The Fu Mourning God's body neatly cut the enemy, as if it was just a piece of paper.

The unknown creature struggled and howled before finally dissipating into a cloud of black mist.

The bright katana flashed, and the Fu Mourning God turned his wrist and put the katana back into the sheath.