master transferred to spellcaster

In the mysterious space of red and black, light red air as thick as a substance flows in it.In the depths of the mist, the tall figure inspected his spoils.

"It was discovered."

Feeling that the thin thread connecting the two was blocked, he paused slightly as he was counting the sacrifices with his fingertips, then turned his wrist, covered his mouth, and suddenly laughed loudly, his face contorted, and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.

"Hoohoo, hahaha, hahaha——finally, the plan of the poor monk is finally coming true!"

"Although this body is still greedy for the time spent with you, it's a pity that the appearance of the poor monk is necessary. There is nothing you can do about it. No matter what, let the poor monk present a wonderful drama for you on stage!"

This evil figure has become a demon.

……

Fujimaru Tachika inexplicably felt a chill behind her, and looked back, but there was nothing.

"what happened?"

"It's okay. It's just... this doesn't seem to be the way you came here?" He remembered that there seemed to be only one way leading here when he came here?

"Ah, it's really different. It's a defensive technique."

Gojo Gojo maintained the same style as before, even if he lived ten years longer, his life was not much more peaceful than he was ten years ago. He enthusiastically explained this ancient and powerful technique that can change paths at any time to achieve defensive purposes.

"Those old men always say how powerful this thing is. No one has been able to crack it since Ping'an Jing. I think it's because Yin Yang Dao and Shinto have all disappeared after Ping An Jing. That's why he brags about it. I was six years old. I can see through."

Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head, complaining mercilessly.

"Oh, do you mean by default that you can stand up to the top figures in the Heian era, Wu." Xia Youjie put his hands in his pockets and responded with a smile.

"Isn't that of course."

As the person with the weakest fighting power on the scene, Tatsuka Fujimaru was placed in the middle position intentionally or unintentionally by the two. For some reason, she felt that she should not speak out, so she silently shut up and listened to the bickering of the male high school students on both sides of her.

The wind blows and the flowers fall.

The pink and white petals swirled and landed on the back of Fujimaru Tatsuka's hand. When the eyes followed the petals, there was a black and red corner of the clothes at the end of the corridor, and the red foot pockets were faintly visible between the movements.

"What a coincidence, Master."

Dressed in a monk's robe that is no longer in the past, the onmyoji changed into an exaggerated Noh costume, with his sleeves folded, which seemed more dignified.

The shadow of the eaves hangs down, blocking half of the figure, and it blends harmoniously with the surrounding Heiankyo-style old-fashioned buildings so harmoniously that it is almost picturesque.

There was a smile on Ashiya Michiman's face, without the slightest hostility.

"You have been away for too long, and the poor monk is looking for you everywhere with anxiety."

——If one ignores the fact that he is standing in the hinterland of the Gojo family, in a labyrinth that is said to be extremely difficult to break through.

"You! How is it possible, how is it possible that someone can break through here!" Wujo Satoru put on a shocked expression in an extremely cooperative manner, his eyes widened and his mouth opened.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes symbolically, and did not comment on Gojo Satoru's overly expressive performance.

For this curse spirit, they are all just npcs in the dream, what matters now is... Fujimaru Tachika.

"Hmm." Fujimaru Tachika, the focus of her gaze, responded lightly, "Do you still remember what I said before?"

"What?" The tall onmyoji tilted his head.

"Tell me what you know, from beginning to end." The black-haired, blue-eyed boy repeated word by word.

The command meaning of this sentence is too strong, which is somewhat inconsistent with his master's usual style, so Ashiya Michimitsu quickly remembered the scene when this sentence was uttered last time.

He still maintained a dazed expression, "This sentence... Does the master still have doubts about the poor monk? The sincerity of the poor monk is so questioned, it really, really makes the poor monk..."

The curse spirit in front of him took a step forward, buried his face in his palm in pain.

Responding almost instinctively, Fujimaru Lixiang tugged Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's backswing forcefully, "Get out of here!"

The second half of the sentence stagnated in the throat was spat out with a sharp smile, "Let the poor monk——what a surprise!"

In an instant, a colorless beam of light fired from the void, frantically strafing towards the position where the three of them were standing. Wherever the beam went, everything was annihilated into ashes, and all protection was useless in front of it.

The moment he was reminded by Fujimaru Lixiang, Gojo Satoru dragged him to the sky. Xia Youjie was a step behind, but he also avoided the attack in time with the magic spirit before the beam of light strafed him.

The three of them stood in the air, watching the buildings below collapse one after another due to the loss of bearing surfaces, splashing a large amount of dust.

No one expected a collapse of that magnitude to do any harm to the place.Soon, a black and red figure rose from the smoke and dust on the wind and stood opposite them.

"So the master began to suspect the poor monk so early? The heart of the poor monk... I really don't know what to do. Should we cry? But the poor monk wants to laugh so much now! You actually understand so deeply Poor monk, this love, this love, um——nectar!"

With Ashiya Doman as the center, the originally clear sky is like clear water dripped with blood, and the bright red color spreads at an extremely fast speed, turning into crack-like traces.

"Hmm—" Xia Youjie snorted, his figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

"What's up, Jay?"

"The dream has been polluted by that guy, hurry up, I may not last long."

Xia Youjie didn't exaggerate his own ability, he was completely relying on this dream to exist now, if the opponent focused on attacking the dream with all his strength, he would hardly have any defensive ability.

"Then let's do as planned before, we must contact Da Vinci as soon as possible to kiss them."

Gojo Satoru suddenly interrupted Fujimaru Tachika's words, "Ah, I forgot to say, Da Vinci's words..."

hum-

Without any warning, beams of light beams several times the number before were strafed again, almost intertwined into an inescapable net, and the terrifying energy emitted by it clearly showed the fate of being hit by it.

Gojo Satoru extended the No Lower Limit to the two of them, and while avoiding the space that was dyed red, he survived the attack dangerously.

"Teacher Wujo, are you okay!"

"It's okay, my lower limit is not so easy to break through." Gojo Satoru frowned silently, damn it, this high school body is really too weak.

"What exactly is that thing?"

"The attack of the fantasy tree. The fantasy tree itself is a large collection of magic power, and the energy release alone is scary enough. It is best to avoid it if possible."

Fujimaru Tachika cast her eyes on Ashiya Michiman not far away.

He doesn't seem to want to put them to death right now. The energy of those beams looks terrifying, but the actual power is far lower than what he remembered... I just don't know if the other party is really releasing water or the strength has not yet reached its peak. up.

Or maybe it's a cat-and-mouse game, which fits the other party's style, doesn't it?

But it also means there is room for conversation.

"Michiman Ashiya." Fujimaru Tateka read out the other person's name, "What is your purpose?"

"The purpose of the poor monk?" The other party put on a thoughtful look.

"Cultivate fantasy trees, prepare sacrifices, and separate you from other followers... Isn't this already clear? Why do you still come to ask the poor monk?"

Ashiya Dao clapped his palms, and suddenly realized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the poor monk almost forgot that you don't have any memory."

"Then, please allow the poor monk to introduce you—"

During the interval of speaking, the blood red spreading from Ashiya Michimitsu's back has already eroded half of the sky.

At this moment, the scene under that half of the sky began to shatter, distort, and reshape into another completely different scene.

Under the blood-red sky, an object similar to but different from the fantasy tree Gojo Satoru had seen appeared not far away, and under it were dense low-rise wooden houses.

A fire was burning on a building that obviously did not belong to modern times. Warriors shuttled through the streets and hacked and killed people at will. Accompanied by screams and howls, the bright red blood pooled on the ground and soon penetrated, as if absorbed by something.

"Hell Realm Mandala? Heian-kyo."

Ashiya Michimitsu raised his arms, as if introducing his beloved toy, showing the scene of blood flowing behind him.

"Ah, but using the same name isn't too insincere. Let the poor monk think about it...Then let's call it Hell Realm Mandala? Change it to Heianjing...how about it?"

The scene in that picture is so lifelike that it's hard not to believe that...it was a real scene.

"If you want to provoke me, I have to admit, you succeeded." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, his eyes were ice-cold, "The poor monk doesn't seem to be talking to you, the most powerful person who can't protect anything? " Ashiya Michiman satirized Wujo Wu lightly, and then extended an invitation to Xia Youjie, "Xia Youjie... the poor monk knows your wish, how about it, do you want to abandon that place and cooperate with the poor monk?"

"It's not just monkeys, the world you planned is a place where even magicians can become nourishment - you'll understand after seeing that scene." Xia Youjie struggled to maintain his stability, with disdain still appearing from the corner of his mouth, "And, I won't cooperate with such rubbish as a curse spirit."

"He said so. Master, what do you think?"

Under the clear sky, there was no anger or disgust in the blue pupils, they just cast a distant glance.

"Daoman, you still haven't told the truth."

Hey, Enlightenment's student's level of pure love is a bit too high. Is this the meaning of the trust mentioned earlier?Xia Youjie's cheeks were sweating.

Gojo Satoru was also taken aback, but the information captured by Six Eyes told him that after Fujimaru Tatsuka's words came out, the other party really froze for a moment.

what's the situation?

"Absurd! Are you so naive as to think that what the poor monk did was just a joke!"

Like a child being questioned, Ashiya Michimitsu intensified his attack angrily, and the blood-red outline suddenly expanded for a round.

The outline of Xia Youjie's body quickly diminished, "I can't hold it anymore, Fujimaru, haven't your reinforcements arrived yet?"

"Not yet. If it doesn't work, I can only..."

"I didn't finish talking just now, but I—" Gojo Satoru interrupted again, but was interrupted by a sudden loud buzzing sound just like last time.

A great shadow fell upon them.

What came this time was not a beam attack, but——

"Moshi Moshi, this is the beloved Leonardo da Vinci... May I ask if our chief investigator Gojo Satoru and the gold medal master Fujimaru Tachika are below—"