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Even if he tried his best to persuade him,

He did not even care about his dignity as a great monster.

However,

This newborn Fu Mourning God was not moved at all.

From the beginning to the end, he did not even frown.

For such a result,

Although Daitengu was very unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

He respected Jinjian's wishes. Because of this, for the first time, he experienced the loss of powerlessness.

In the end,

Daitengu compromised.

He chose to retreat for the time being.

"Wait for me."

He left these two words.

Daitengu opened his pitch-black wings, just like when he came.

He left with the strong wind.

It could be said to be a straightforward and efficient method.

However, in fact, although the other party's figure had indeed disappeared.

However, the sky above the three mansions was still lingering with a huge demonic aura.

It was as if the other party had deliberately left it behind.

This was to declare his sovereignty and intimidate those small fries.

At least in the following period of time, Sanjō Munechika had seen many monsters.

Some of them were huge.

Some were only the size of a dot.

Their appearances were also strange and different.

The only thing they had in common.

They were all carrying luggage.

They ran out from every corner of the mansion and quickly ran out of the door. After a few moments, they completely disappeared.

It was not until this moment that Sanjō Munechika realized that there were so many monsters hiding in his house?!

"Lord Sanjō, don't worry.

The demonic aura left behind by Daitengu is harmless to the human body. Instead, it seems to have the effect of dispelling evil spirits. "

Haruaki Abe thought that Sanjō Munechika was worried about the demonic aura, so he could not help but explain.

As he said this, Haruaki Abe diverted his attention to sense again. Then, he confirmed that —

Not a single demon hair could be seen in this huge mansion. It was even cleaner than the headquarters of the Onmyoji!

With the departure of the Great Demon that made everyone tremble in fear, the Yin Yang Masters who hurried over also heaved a sigh of relief. Then, without waiting for anyone to ask them to stay, they all left.

As a result, the three manors, which were originally crowded and noisy, returned to their original tranquility and emptiness.

It was under such circumstances that Jinjian welcomed his first night in this world.

…

Although Sanjō Munechika had arranged a room for Jinjian, Jinjian did not sleep.

This was the first time he had obtained a real body, so he cherished every minute and second of this moment more than anyone else. Naturally, he was unwilling to waste time on unnecessary activities like "sleep".

Jinjian leaned against the wall of the courtyard and looked at his right hand with the help of the faint light in the mansion.

It was bony, strong, and real …

He silently clenched his fists, and then clearly felt the surging power in his body.

Although he had never used it until now, he vaguely felt that —

With his current strength, he should be able to use it.

En, although he lost part of his strength when he crossed worlds, but what he preserved, it should be … barely enough?

Jinjian felt that he should find an opportunity to try it out.

It should not be like the one he used to kill the unknown creature during the day, which was purely for fun. He should be more serious about it.

Thinking of this, he could not help but reach out to his waist.

His main body was hanging there.

The odachi quietly retracted all of its sharpness and quietly rested in the scabbard. Compared to a weapon, it was more like a gorgeous piece of art.

But with Jinjian's touch, it seemed to be unwilling to be left out. It let out a low buzzing sound, causing the scabbard to vibrate a few times.

Jinjian held the hilt and used his index finger to comfort it a few times.

Unexpectedly, not only did the odachi not calm down, it vibrated even more violently.

Seeing this abnormal situation, Jinjian slightly frowned. Then, he seemed to have finally noticed something and suddenly looked up in a certain direction.

After a few seconds, the handsome Fu Mourning God quietly raised the corner of his lips.

Even if it was very subtle, the thin lips that always pursed together slightly raised at this moment.

It was like a corner of the perennial ice and snow melted, revealing a flower that bloomed alone under the ice. In an instant, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

However, such a rare beauty was completely hidden under the deep darkness of the night, disappearing in an instant.

"A worthy prey — will be here soon."

The Fu Mourning God quietly stood there and muttered to himself.

The main body hanging on his waist suddenly let out a long cry of joy. Then, it consciously stopped the sound and hid its movements, as if it was patiently waiting for the arrival of the prey.

…

Don't know when it started, a group of "Time Retrogression Army" appeared in this world that attempted to interfere with history.

In order to compete with them, the Time Government gathered the Divine Inquisitors who had the power to awaken swords, as well as the awakened Fu Mourning God. They went to various eras to maintain history.

It was under such circumstances that California's Qing Guang came to the capital of this era.

In addition to him as the captain, there were two other short swords from Suda Kou. They acted together.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the number of people in each operation should be six.

But Jiazhou Qingguang's Moto Maru had just started, so there were basically no resources to forge swords. Therefore, the three of them were the only Fu Mourning God in Moto Maru.

"This is … the last one!"

With Jiazhou Qingguang's forceful attack, the last Time Retrogression Army in sight finally dissipated into black gas.

Jiazhou Qingguang shook his sore wrist, then slowly straightened his body and searched for the two short swords.

"Ahhh ~ ~ ~ I'm so tired …"

Shiro Tatō wiped the blood on his face, then jumped a few steps to Jiazhou Qingguang's side, and complained in confusion: "Why are there so many Time Retrogression Army this time, it's almost three times the usual number."

"That, that … retreat here, it's been cleared …"

Five Tigers Retreat, with soft and fluffy hair, moved step by step to the side of their companions.

Jiazhou Qingguang glanced at the two childlike short swords and found that they were injured to varying degrees.

He pursed his lips with some self-blame, and at the same time, he was also puzzled about the number of Time Retrogression Army this time, which was indeed a lot more than usual.

But now is not the time to investigate this, the most important thing is to bring everyone back to Moto Maru.

Thinking like this, Jiazhou Qingguang cleared his throat and carried out the last step before returning: "Everyone, report the number of enemies."

Because the team was currently short of manpower, in order not to make any mistakes, they would usually first detect the enemy's situation, and then verify it after the battle.

Since this was an old practice, Shiro Tatō was not surprised, on the contrary, he raised his hand in high spirits: "Here, here, randomly knocked down four!"

Five Tigers Retreat pulled the corner of their clothes and whispered: "If we retreat, there are only three … Ugh, sorry …"

Jiazhou Qingguang turned these two numbers in his mind, and then suddenly froze.

Jiazhou Qingguang's red scarf fluttered in the night wind, and his face was not looking good.

"… Did something happen?"

Shiro Tatō saw this and frowned: "Could it be … there are some fish that escaped the net?

No way … There hasn't been any before … "

Jiazhou Qingguang took a deep breath and held his forehead with a slight headache: "Unfortunately, this time we really missed one."

Including the number of kills he had, compared to the number of Tracing Army that was initially detected, there was indeed one less.

"Then, what should we do?"

Although they would verify every time, it was the first time they encountered a situation where they really missed one. So even Chaos, who had always been lively, was a little flustered.

"You two are already injured, go back to Moto Maru first.

As for the missing Tracing Army, leave it to me. "

Jiazhou Qingguang deliberated for a moment and quickly decided on a plan.

"But …"

"Don't worry.

There is only one opponent, and I alone am enough to deal with it. "

Faced with the hesitation of the Snakebite, Jiazhou Qingguang added.

This reason did not sound wrong.

The Snakebite were successfully persuaded to return to Moto Maru, and Jiazhou Qingguang also began to search for the Tracing Army.

However, not long after searching, Jiazhou Qingguang was a little discouraged —

The Tracing Army usually had clear targets, and most of these targets were extremely influential historical figures.

Logically speaking, all he needed to do was to wait beside these celebrities and wait for them to show up.

However, this time was different.

The information provided by the main palace was very vague, so he did not know where the Tracing Army would go after leaving the battlefield.

Helpless, Jiazhou Qingguang could only recall the famous figures of the Heian Era, and then ponder over them one by one with a headache.

Of course, while thinking, he himself was wandering around Pingan Jing, trying to see if he could find a dead mouse by chance.

Then, after wandering for an unknown period of time, Jiazhou Qingguang sensed a wave of demonic energy —

Powerful, cold, and extremely aggressive …

In Kyoto, where the Yin Yang Masters had the most influence, this wave of demonic energy, which was like a mark, seemed to clearly indicate —

This place was unusual!

So Jiazhou Qingguang immediately changed direction and rushed over — yes, it was not wrong to go and take a look.

…

Jiazhou Qingguang cautiously came to the front of the mansion surrounded by demonic energy.

— "Three Paths"?

Under the hazy moonlight, Jiazhou Qingguang saw the words on the plaque of the mansion.

He could not help but frown, feeling that it sounded a little familiar.

However, Jiazhou Qingguang did not dwell on it for too long. He quickly focused his attention on searching for the Tracing Army.

Now that the gate of the mansion was closed, Jiazhou Qingguang simply climbed over the outer wall and entered.

After landing, what entered his sight was a relatively spacious area.

There was a small pond specially opened by the owner, as well as a variety of transplanted plants.

Jiazhou Qingguang guessed that he had probably entered the courtyard of this house.

Jiazhou Qingguang pulled his scarf and was about to investigate when he suddenly heard clear footsteps —

It was the sound of wooden clogs knocking on the ground.

It was crisp and neat, steady and calm … It was a signal that had been indifferently waiting for a long time.

Jiazhou Qingguang's pupils suddenly shrank.

The bright red scarf fluttered, cutting through the cold night air.