When the strongest man in the world of magic swaps bodies with the pirate empress

Ribeiro Cezar International Airport, Belém, Brazil.

The staff took the passport of an Asian man and looked through his basic information.

"Ge Dousu... Gulu?" The local staff spelled out the Roman pronunciation of Xia Youjie's name, raised his head, and compared the man in front of him with the photo on his passport.

Kensuo was wearing a cassock that Brazilians had never seen before, and said with a smile: "yes"

"How many days do you want to stay?" As usual, the staff asked several questions.

Kensuo was not nervous. There was no error in his passport—at least ordinary people couldn't tell. He calmly dealt with the customs issues and was quickly released.

"Hey, don't push me!" a woman in the queue next to her yelled, glaring dissatisfied at the middle-aged man behind her, "Everyone is queuing up, there's no point in being anxious."

The middle-aged man was dissatisfied: "Who pushed you? Please don't step back and squeeze me, okay? The hot ball is pressed against me, it's so hot..."

Luo Hu had not yet recovered from his airsickness. He stood between the two people who couldn't see him, with a look of confusion on his face.

The customs gate is strictly controlled, and only the inspection channel can enter and exit. They couldn't attract any special attention, and their behavior of destroying the wall and poking at the crowd was passed over, so they had to line up among the people exiting the customs, pretending to be invisible passengers.

Anyway, the machine cannot detect their existence. Although the manual review is a bit slow, it can still pass.

Most strangers will keep a safe distance of about half a meter when queuing - just enough for the special magic spirits to be stuffed in the middle. Huayu and Tuogen are in a good position, but Luohu doesn't know if she is too lucky. The problem was that his body shape was too wide, and it was actually "discovered" by the two people in front and behind him.

It doesn't count as a discovery. Ordinary people can't see the curse spirit. They will only mistakenly think that the other party is too close to them and they are in contact.

The woman in the front was too lazy to argue with the man in public. She patted her shoulders and back in disgust, took a small step forward, and was twenty centimeters away from the man.

Not to be outdone, the man curled his lips and stepped back twenty centimeters. The two of them combined gave Lehuduo nearly half a meter of space.

This was not a good thing. If Luo Hu was still awake, he would definitely think that these two humans were looking down on him, and he would burn them with anger.

The current situation is extremely fortunate for humans. Luohu suffers from airsickness and has no time to deal with them.

When the "person" and the three magic spirits walked out of the airport and truly set foot on the ground, Luo Hu's face improved a little.

Belen has a high coverage of green plants, and Hua Yuting liked this place. She stretched out her finger and spawned a small flower, feeling the concentration of magic power in the air.

"Sure enough, compared to Japan, the magic power here is pitiful."

She was a little worried about Tuo Gen.

If the super-grade curse fetus that has not yet fully hatched left the place of birth, and without the nourishment of the curse, Tuo Gen's growth rate will slow down infinitely.

"Look on the bright side, it will be easy to find the target."

Ken Suo has never obtained six eyes, and is not as good at searching as Wu Jiao Satoru. Moreover, if the target is Wu Jiao Satoru, Xia Youjie's technique cannot be used.

But in areas where curse power is generally low, as long as Gojo Satoru uses the curse power, it will be much easier to find his remnant. But on the other hand, beware of being discovered.

Kensuo had no intention of finding Gojo Satoru himself. This was the reason why he spent a lot of effort to bring his three partners.

If the plan went well, Kensuo planned to use the sudden incident of "Rangmian Su Nuo to awaken" to delay Gojo Satoru... But Gojo Satoru didn't play according to common sense, and jumped out of his chessboard with one step.

Brazil, Amazon…

What is Gojo Satoru doing here?

Any unintended actions could affect his final plans.

Kensuo cannot let go of any mistakes.

Mainly...he hasn't found the most critical key yet.

"Xiayou." Luohu's voice came from diagonally below. The recovery power of the special spell was very strong, and there was no trace of the waste that had been vomited into a fourth-level curse.

Green smoke rose from the volcano-shaped head, and the recovered spirit gained arrogant strength: "Is Gojo Satoru here? I'm going to kill him now!"

The hatred of airsickness was also added to Gojo Satoru. Rakuho, who had not yet played against Gojo Satoru, was so confident that he never thought about the possibility of losing.

"We have to find him first." Kensuo walked slowly and raised his hand to hail a taxi.

He opened the passenger seat first and let Tuo Gen, who was the most at ease, sit in. Then, under the strange gaze of the taxi driver, Kensuo opened the door of the back seat and waited for a long time before sitting in the corner seat.

Kensuo, who looked like a foreigner at first glance, explained in English: "This is a safe travel method used by our country to pray for blessings."

The taxi driver, who barely understood English, could only nod.

Language barrier is the best reason to shut up chatty drivers.

Arriving at the entrance to the Amazon rainforest, Kensuo turned his gaze to the forest curse spirit who was completely relaxed and said, "Hua Yu, I'd like to trouble you to use your abilities to search."

The forest was where Hua Yu came into play. She squatted down to the ground and poured her magic power into the plants. The unknown bird seemed to have seen the invisible curse of this ordinary person. It flapped its wings and landed, finally stopping on the branch where Hua Yu had protruded from his eye socket, and made a crisp chirping sound.

"...there is filth."

Hua Yu's hand turned into a branch and went deep into the ground, blending with the green plants of the rainforest, and he discovered the shallow distribution of mantra.

"It's very scattered. It's the remnants of different people, but the spell power is somewhat the same..."

"It's a tribe." Kensuo put his hands into the sleeves of his cassock.

He has Xia Youjie's memory and knows information about Miguel from the African tribe.

In primitive tribes that are isolated from the world, there are some primitive people who have inherited the spells of their ancestors. Their techniques are mysterious, ancient and unknowable, and the function of the "black rope" woven by Miguel's tribe is what Kensuo is extremely afraid of.

Confusing spells with each other...the seal of the prison gate may be canceled by the "black rope"...

Speaking of which, since Gojo Satoru defeated Fushiguro Jinji, Tennibo Hoko, who was also able to lift the seal of the prison gate, has also disappeared.

If you were still in the world of magic and still in China, with your eyes and ears, you would be able to find out some rumors, and you wouldn't be like now with no information at all.

There is only one possibility. Gojo Satoru sealed Tennihoho overseas, and only he knows the location.

So Gojo Satoru went abroad this time for Tenni Hoko?

Kensuo, who suddenly figured it out, felt that he could not delay it any longer. What if Gojo Satoru gathers Tenniboho and Black Rope before the plan is implemented... Then even if he successfully seals Gojo Satoru, he will get out sooner or later.

"He has the aura of a conjurer, but... he is surrounded by our compatriots, who are very strong."

Hua Yu, who had been scouting the rainforest, spoke up. She accepted the signal from the end of the branch and expressed her opinion: "It feels very similar to Xia You. Is it the same technique?"

The same technique?

The leisurely expression on Kensuo's face disappeared for a moment.

In addition to Xia Youjie, are there any other magic spells?

"There is only one compatriot, and there is no one else within my range of perception." Hua Yu broke the wrist that had grown into the ground and asked: "What are you going to do, Xia You?"

"Do you still have to ask? Just kill that human and save our compatriots!" Luohu stepped forward, ready to take action.

Kensuo ignored him and looked at Hua Yu who stood up: "How strong is that compatriot?"

"...The power of the curse is on par with ours, so he should have self-awareness."

It's a special grade...

"Rather than this, I'm more curious about how this 'comatriot' was born in this country with little magic power." All the special-level magic spirits in Japan have records in the High School, and these three are Ken Sora It took a lot of effort to find a partner to open a high school. Whether it was a Japanese curse brought out or a foreign curse born overseas, Kensuo was surprised.

"Want to take a look?" Hua Yu looked at Luo Hu, who was striding in the opposite direction, and didn't know how to say something to remind him that he was going the wrong way.

"Let's go. There is nothing dangerous in this rainforest. Liuhu's current state can easily expose us. It's not difficult to find Liuhu with your spell mark. Let him find a place to vent."

Kensuo found a reason for Luohu to be "separated".

If the special cursed spirits cause a scene... Gojo Satoru will most likely be forced out.

With leaky corals as bait, you don’t have to worry about your identity being discovered. Such a good idea is unnecessary.

Luohu, who didn't know that he had been left behind, still strode forward majestically, with blind confidence on his face.

……

When Tiger met Kensuo and his "people", he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He has seen many spellcasters and shikigami users from outside the region. As far as Tiger knows, the only people who control the curse spirits are the Apache family.

However, unlike the Apache who could only subdue one curse spirit, Tiger now had two high-level curse spirits in front of him, as well as... a black-haired man who was suspected to be the owner of the two curse spirits.

The black-haired man in cassock looked at Tiger: "It's a bit different from the magic spirit manipulation technique. This is more like cursing the other party...?"

"I see, there is an existence similar to Rika Kimoto." Kensuo, who has rich experience as a magician, quickly saw through the true nature of the real person. At the same time, he said to Tiger, who "conceived" the real person: "You are really amazing. But as far as I can see, your talent for spells is not high, which means... is your hatred so strong? How long has this thing been following you? It's a shame that you haven't died yet after being haunted by a special curse. ah."

"……who are you."

"It's too late to introduce myself. I am Xia You, a magician from Japan. Judging from your attitude, you must be very troubled by this curse spirit. Do you need me to 'eliminate' it for you?"

"I know that 'elimination' is a term used by outsiders' spellcasters, which means elimination." Tiger crossed his arms, his center of gravity steady, and took a defensive posture. "Look at the companions around you, you can really exorcise this." Foreign object?”

When the real person saw the two curses on Kangsuo, a look of interest flashed across his stitched face: "Hey... you say I'm a foreign object? That's too much, Tiger."

"Shut up, foreign object." Full of malice, wanting to kill but unable to kill, Tiger had no good temper towards the real person.

Not feeling disgusted at all, the real person still smiled playfully: "It's rare to meet a guest. I really don't show any kindness to you. Fortunately, I helped you heal many tribesmen."

"They are not my people."

"Forget it, the days of following you are over." The real person lowered his voice, and while Tiger was guarding against Kensuo and others, he secretly extended his hand with a normal attitude.

A real person born from Tiger's negative emotions. Once Tiger dies, he will die soon.

Tiger will not commit suicide, and the real person will not hurt Tiger. This has been a tacit understanding between the two for several years.

Now, this balance is disturbed.

The real man took a gamble, and the man in cassock in front of him had a way to maintain the existence of the cursed spirit.

There was no warning, no murderous intent, just an everyday contact.

The real person touched Tiger's back.

He raised a cruel smile:

“Inaction transforms.”