The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in the Comics

After finishing what he had to say, Yakumo Zi, who killed a demon king-level python in this battle, held a sun umbrella, nodded to the dark area with a faint smile on his face.

"Since the matter is over, I will go back, Yan, I have time to play in Gensokyo."

Yakumo Zi turned around after speaking, stepped into the space crack that appeared behind her and left.

After Yakumo Zi left, Shan Weiguo suddenly said: "Yan, you guessed it too."

"Well, it seems that this newly awakened person seems to want to hide his identity, but the situation is getting more and more critical now, and we don't have much time for us."

"Leave it to me, and I'll find it."

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In just a few breaths, Jiang Jing landed on the corner of the street outside Yinghuazhuang across more than 100 miles, and walked out unhurriedly after dispelling the invisibility on his body.

With a slight laziness on his face, Jiang Jing with his hands on the back of his head looked leisurely, as if he had just returned from shopping.

At this time, it is completely impossible to see from him that the front is facing countless monsters, no matter whether there are any of his own people below, he will kill him with one punch, indifferent and ruthless.

And Jiang Jing really didn't take the afternoon's affairs to heart, he collected some materials and fed them to the knife with a playful attitude, and then waved his hands and went home to eat.

As soon as Jiang Jing walked into the yard, the white cat Xiaoguang who was lying on the corridor in the front yard jumped up with a "meow", and his whiskers stood upright, as if he had discovered some danger.

But after discovering that it was Jiang Jing, the cat let out a humane sigh of relief.

"Meow!!" Xiaoguang jumped down from the corridor, walked around Jiang Jing, raised his head and looked at him suspiciously and called out.

"Heh... Are your senses so sharp?" Jiang Jing squatted down with a smile and rubbed Xiaoguang's back.

Although the breath on the body can be restrained, there will always be a trace of despair and resentment lingering after the death of hundreds of thousands of monsters. Most people can't feel it, but as a cat in the name of keen perception, it still instinctively feels dangerous and afraid.

"Meow!!" As if blaming Jiang Jing for scaring it, the white cat rubbed the cat's face on Jiang Jing's palm and looked at him resentfully.

"I found that you are a bit smart, Xiaoguang, do you want me to give you something nice?" Xiaoguang's intelligence is different from ordinary cats, and Jiang Jing, who had thought about whether to make it a demon before, was moved, and this idea came up again. stand up.

"Well, that's a good idea. Let me write it down and see how it works." Jiang Jing smiled and looked at the kitten who didn't know anything.

After teasing Xiao Guang for a while, Jiang Jing opened the entrance, changed into his slippers and walked in.

As soon as I walked into the room, I saw Mashiro Shiina holding a sketchpad in his hand, sitting at the table in the hall, quietly drawing, and beside him was a dinner sealed in a fresh-keeping bag.

Just when Jiang Jing entered the room, Shiina Mashiro looked up and said calmly, "Sorata is back."

"Well, I'm back." Jiang Jing walked over.

"Is the mountain forest combat exercise interesting?" Shiina Mashiro looked at Jiang Jing quietly.

Hearing this, Jiang Jing suddenly thought of the breath of [-] rotations, great compassion..., shook his head, and threw this very unnatural thing out of his mind.

Jiang Jing nodded and said, "It's not bad, those weapons are quite advanced."

"advanced?"

"Well, advanced, the bang is very powerful." Afraid that Shiina Mashiro would not understand, Jiang Jing made a manual gesture, making Shiina Mabai's eyes light up slightly.

However, what he described was a fission-killing cannon that was stronger than a nuclear explosion, while Shiina Mashiro understood it as an ordinary shell. Shiina Mashiro had never seen a bomb explode.

"Yeah, it tastes good. Is the senior who cooks today?" Jiang Jing lifted his head after taking a bite of the fried chicken after unwrapping the plastic wrap.

"I did it tonight too." Mashiro Shiina tilted her head and said calmly.

"You did it too?" Jiang Jing was taken aback.

"What have you done?"

"Rice washing, cooking."

"Uh... not bad, I can already cook." Jiang Jing took a bite of some raw rice and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately, Shiina Mashiro on the opposite side had no expression on her face, but the corners of her eyes slightly narrowed showed that she was very happy.

Shiina Mashiro, who was waiting for Jiang Jing's return to praise him, stood up holding the sketchpad, "Sorata, I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, clothes..."

"I'll find it myself." Mashiro Shiina stopped Jiang Jing who was about to get up.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Jing looked at her suspiciously.

"Sorata looks down on people." Shiina Mashiro frowned, a little unhappy.

"Okay, Zhenbai is very powerful, let's go." Jiang Jing, who didn't intend to argue with her, smiled.

"Humph"

Seeing the back of Shiina Mashiro walking upstairs, Jiang Jing shrugged and continued to eat his meal.

But after eating, after packing up and returning to the house, standing by the window, looking at the river view outside the window, his face turned slightly cold.

Consciousness came to the depths of the soul, Jiang Jing looked at the crack on the true spirit that had stopped repairing and remained silent.

Just before his dark side surged up and began to kill wantonly, Jiang Jing keenly sensed that his true spirit, which was slowly repairing itself, had stopped.

"Sure enough, is this the sequelae of the tricky way to condense the true spirit back then? It was fine when it was perfect, but now this flaw pops out after it is damaged."

The true spirit is the sublimated product of the fusion of soul, will, and mind, which is the source of the rule of self-control. It is perfect and unique.

Back then, Jiang Jing took advantage of his depraved and distorted dark will to gather the true spirit with the help of the original imprint of the bloodline rules of the Seventeenth Avenue, and stepped into this realm in advance.