Chapter 678 Phantom Light

After the moment of glory and sparkle, the dream and life burned together.

Only dust and ashes fell from the sky.

The world gradually collapsed before our eyes and disappeared without a trace.

Everything is moving away quickly, waving goodbye.

There was no time to confirm the result of that sword strike, but that kind of thing didn't matter anymore. Perhaps he had been extremely uneasy and fearful about everything in this world, but he would not doubt this sword.

Because it's over.

Whether it's the other person or yourself.

In the rapidly darkening world, countless flashes of light flashed before Sasaki's eyes.

The small essence accumulated in a long life flies before your eyes. What it brings is not uneasiness and fear, but indescribable fulfillment and gratitude.

It's like returning to the past again. Under the laughter, language, wine glasses, moonlight and flowers, everything has become so real.

The phantoms of the past emerged from the dust and stood quietly on both sides of the road, silently bidding him farewell.

Those familiar faces kept appearing, their eyes warm.

Lord Douzhen, teacher, Miss Kohaku, Zatoichi...the professor, the principal, and Mr. Huaishi...

At the end of the darkness, Sasaki looked back, bent down gratefully, and expressed his final thanks to those who had accompanied, encouraged, and helped him along the way.

All along, I have been taking care of you.

"thank you all……"

Sasaki Kiyomasa closed his eyes with satisfaction, and went with the sweet dream.

.

In the dead silence, Jiujing heard the sound of cracking.

Tiny sounds rang out from within his body and spread outward... until finally, the sword blade in his hand shattered into pieces and turned into fly ash.

It is unbelievable that there is such a bright and shining sword light in this world, as if a person's life is pinned on this sword.

With only the spirit of nothingness, he outlines the incarnation of King Ming and rains down thunderbolts like punishment from heaven.

Then, it's all over.

He froze in place, lowered his head, and saw the rapidly spreading cracks on his hands and body.

At that moment, his life, will and soul were destroyed by this bright sword, destroying him without mercy or mercy.

There is no room for maneuver anymore.

it's over.

So abrupt.

But the murderer Satomi Kujing's mood was extremely calm.

I didn't feel ridiculous, and I didn't wonder in disbelief why I would die here. Even if the hatred has not been vented, even if the plan has not been completed...

Just like a wild dog dying in an alley, he accepted this reality calmly and calmly.

You even have time to think about what kind of hell you will fall into if you are full of sins.

But where in this world would hell be reserved for oneself?

After a person dies, the essence will dissipate, and the clear essence will rise, washing away the painful memories, and return to the vast sea of ​​silver. The world after death does not exist, there is no hell or heaven, there is only nothingness.

Death is ugly, just like myself.

I deserve this ending.

In the trance brought about by this dissipation, he heard voices from the past.

Those were the words I heard when I held the sword for the first time.

"Are you Jiu Jing?"

The young samurai with an unkempt beard knelt down and looked at the child in front of him. "This is the first time we meet. I am your swordsmanship teacher. Just call me Sasaki."

He tried his best to smile kindly, but he grinned like a monkey, which was extremely funny.

"Don't be afraid." He said, "Swordsmanship is actually very interesting!"

"Really?"

The child looked up at the adult in front of him, doubtful: "I heard from my father that swordsmanship is difficult and dangerous."

"Although it's a little bit, it doesn't matter."

The somewhat unattractive man held the wooden knife and waved it vigorously twice. He looked back as if he was displaying some treasure: "Did you see it? It's not difficult at all."

"Kendo is very magical. It can hear you. As long as you make a wish for it and keep moving forward, it will surely come true!"

The warrior put his hands on his waist and suddenly asked: "Jiu Jingjun, do you have any dreams?

"I have no idea."

"Eh? Don't you want to be a scientist or astronaut? That's really rare... So, what's the job you want to do?"

The child shook his head: "I can't think of it either."

"Then, what about the things that must be completed?"

The teacher leaned down and asked seriously: "Such a thing must happen, right? Everyone should have thought about it."

Jiu Jing froze in place, confused for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage: "I want to protect everyone, is this a dream?

Father, father, brother, Ryuunosuke who is always bullied, Asuka who loves to cry, Maki and Mieko who like to play the most, and...and Miss Kohaku! "

I never thought about being invincible or how powerful I would become.

I just want to protect them and make them no longer afraid.

I want that lonely princess to stop worrying and smile.

I want them to be happy...

"Is such an innocent thing a dream?"

In the long silence, the child looked at his future teacher uneasily. Instead of the expected ridicule and contempt, he saw a serious and serious face.

"You are obviously a brat, but your dreams are the same as mine. Jiu Jing, you should not be underestimated."

The warrior suddenly laughed proudly, stretched out his hand, rubbed his hair, and told him: "From now on, you are my competitor! Let's work hard together!"

"Um!"

The child nodded vigorously.

Something was shining in his wide eyes.

Just like that, in the morning light, holding the teacher's hand, he walked away step by step and disappeared.

Only the lonely murderer was left in place, watching them go away in a daze. For a long time, he smiled bitterly and lowered his eyes.

"It's so stupid..."

In the silence, Jiujing fell to the sky and there was no more sound.

Welcome death.

Outside the mountain, the old Aru Komachuan who was drinking said nothing again.

It seems that he is still recalling that moment of sword light that was as solemn as a god or a Buddha.

After a long while, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the gourd. Finally, he glanced at the smile remaining on the corner of the deceased's mouth, sighed, and turned around to leave.

Never look back.

Above the clouds, Hattori still lowered his head and looked down, smelling the residual burnt smell left by the roaring thunder in the air, and frowned slowly.

After the news of Ashikaga's death was leaked, Romonukan really couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, he would not have thrown out his trump card in such a hurry.

The lightning that fell from the sky just now was not a natural celestial phenomenon... On the contrary, there was probably only one person who could be so domineering and indulgent in transforming into thunder and lightning, traveling across the world, and attacking the Satomi family regardless of the prohibition.

Among the twin walls of wind and thunder, the fourth-level sublimator holding two major miraculous signs - Kanda Soma!

It was a 'Thunder God' who had two miraculous signs, the Tendou Taiko and the Wailing Hammer, engraved on his hand. It was said that one person's power could destroy an entire border, and create a famous one in hell!

Through the secret ritual, he turned his entire body into a thunderous thunder. After breaking through his fetal membranes, he broke into Satomi's house. I am afraid that he has already impatiently started killing people and killing them for the next step. Have you created incriminating evidence?

After his superficial efforts were of no use, he took off his high-sounding mask and began to eagerly devour the corpse...

Those rotten old things have indeed become an obstacle to the emperor's great cause.

While he was thinking, a firefly flew through the air and fell into his hands.

That is an order from the seat.

But when the fine fluorescence unfolded, the order inside was not to let me take action secretly, but to continue to stand by and watch.

It's hard to understand this.

But had to obey.

Then, when he lowered his eyes again, he discovered that...the violent and arrogant lightning that fell from the sky had disappeared.

quietly.

It's like it doesn't exist at all.

I can't even feel any aura belonging to Kanda Soma...

Hattori froze on the spot.

What exactly happened?

Under his feet, the colorful figure of him freely filled the air with a strange halo, like a ferocious smile, swallowing up all intruders silently.

It was just a moment of trance.

When Kanda Soma came back to his senses, he had already penetrated his fetal membrane and penetrated deep into the demonic realm.

But there was only darkness in front of him, no sky above, no earth below, endless in all directions... Only the dark liquid under his feet was viscous and squirming, gathering into an endless sea.

Where is this?

In the dissipated thunder light, traces of the Tendo Taiko and the Wailing Hammer emerged. The last traces of thunder and lightning intertwined with Kanda Soma's face, looking around.

Even with magnetic field vision, it is difficult to see the true appearance in the darkness.

It was like breaking into a world that had already been destroyed.

There was nothing but the fetid ocean below.

wrong--

This is not even in the present situation anymore!

It is not the effect caused by the miraculous engraving of Bafang at all! Whether it is the paradise of kings or the freedom of other forms, he has personally experienced such realms, and has even had the experience of fighting against the master of the Satomi clan.

Such a desolate and strange scene is definitely not caused by the eight virtues or eight evils!

The wailing hammer fell, and the heavenly moving taiko drum vibrated, setting off a mighty echo.

The terrifying air waves comparable to missile bombardment spread out together with the fiery thunder, whipping into this dead and empty world without any warning.

But here, there was nothing for him to destroy.

Only the viscous dark ocean beneath his feet was squirming, and was torn open until a gap emerged. Countless tiny teeth suspended in the ocean emerged, and then slowly closed again.

Water has no permanent shape.

Kanda was stunned for a moment, and then struck the drum again. Thunder roared out, sweeping across, and firepower enough to destroy an entire building was vented in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person turned into a pillar of thunder again, flying in this endless dark world at a terrifying speed approaching the speed of light.

But no matter how long I flew, I couldn't see its edge.

Instead, the soundless dark ocean beneath his feet began to slowly squirm, as if slowly reviving, creating ripples layer by layer.

The air is getting hotter and muggier.

It wasn't until the first bubble slowly rose from the dark ocean that Kanda Aoma suddenly realized it.

It's like... I've been locked into a pressure cooker!

Now, the ocean is boiling.

"Haha, did you finally notice it..."

An old face emerged from the cracked sky, as huge as the sky itself. He opened and closed his lips and made a joking voice: "How does it taste in the urn, this uninvited and evil guest?"

Right in front of Guo Shouche, in the bamboo basket above the charcoal fire, a thin wisp of lightning kept jumping like a snake.

It’s hard to break free from the prison.

This place is already under the sword of the Kitchen Demon!