The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

"Bang!" A sound like a snapping string rang out.

The ninja wielding the dagger did not stop despite the burst of blood energy, and fiercely stabbed at the blood demon soldier shrouded in crimson.

"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out, as if the short knife had struck steel.

Before the ninja could even show a look of terror, a large hand slapped him across the head.

"Bang!" His head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon.

"Roar!" A loud roar rang out, and a face with a single horn emerged from the blood-red light.

This fourth-tier Blood Demon Soldier was already stronger than these ordinary ninjas, and now, transformed into the Mighty Demon King form, his strength has become even greater.

Grabbing the two broken threads, he pulled back and dragged the two ninjas out. Before they could react, the Blood Soul in his hand turned into a red light.

The two ninjas were cut in half at the waist, and their blood surged with life force towards the Blood Soul.

The fourth-tier Blood Demon Soldier is already capable of withstanding the Mighty Demon King state, and will not die even after the power surges.

During battle, if one uses Blood Soul to devour some vital blood, it can prolong the Great Demon King's state.

"Although we have obtained relevant information, it still seems surprising," Makino Ittosai said, gripping his sword and squinting.

What was originally a simple task to kill suddenly became quite troublesome.

Perhaps having heard the commotion, the Blood Demon Soldier in his Mighty Demon King form immediately looked over.

Standing together were two people: one was Makino Ittosai, who was speaking, and the other was Kyōdō, who had a bamboo basket on his head and was holding a flute in his hands, reaching inside it.

As the music began, the charging blood demon soldiers saw a pale white flame surge towards them.

"Get out of my way!" The blood demon soldier drew his sword and was about to strike.

The pale white flames instantly ignited on top, burning fiercely as if a flame had encountered gasoline.

On a clearing halfway up the mountain, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the distant mountains and forests.

"It seems that the ghosts were the ones who killed the fourth-tier blood demon soldier." A blue and red light appeared on Zhou Ming's body.

The phantom of the armor enveloped his entire body, the Red Hare appeared beneath his feet, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade appeared in his hand, though its power was somewhat weakened without the Soul Devouring Fusion.

"I'll fuse a Blood Soul Blade when I have time, and make do with it for now," Zhou Ming thought to himself as he glanced at the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

"The Martial Saint Guan Gong? Is this a divine mask?" Tang Jiaren was quite old, and he had been amazed by this young man countless times.

Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Jiaren rubbed his shoulders and wrists. His body gradually became transparent, and his aura dissipated without a trace.

Just as Zhou Ming disappeared from sight, he turned around and looked back.

"There's not a trace of anything left. They're truly professionals." Zhou Ming felt that if he didn't use his domain ability with his aura, he wouldn't have been able to detect the other party at all.

An aura emanated from Zhou Ming without any added power, slowly enveloping a 30-meter radius around him.

In that instant, Zhou Ming turned his head and looked in one direction, where everything was icy cold.

Zhou Ming raised the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and the red dragon head blade roared as it flew forward.

Butterfly, hidden in the cloak, was instantly intimidated by the dragon's murderous aura. The powerful willpower contained within, combined with killing intent and the will to kill everything, made Butterfly's hands and feet turn cold and her whole body stiffen.

Chapter 132 The Invisible Slaughter

"Sizzle!" The concealed haori was instantly cut open.

The blade that had been blocking the flash of light was cleaved in two, and Die's entire shoulder was sliced ​​open, blood flowing through her body.

"Bang!" Butterfly was thrown backward and crashed to the ground, her body powerless.

A sharp pain struck, blurring Butterfly's consciousness, but one question remained firmly rooted in her mind.

"Why were they discovered?"

The butterfly stared wide-eyed, its pupils gradually dilating, but it never received an answer before it died.

In his last moments, he only saw the shadow of a horse's hoof.

"Bang!" Red Hare stomped on Butterfly's head and crushed it.

Zhou Ming, riding on Red Hare, used his Green Dragon Crescent Blade to lift the transparent feather robe, and the specks of blood on it made it seem as if the blood was floating in the air.

After glancing at it twice, Zhou Ming flicked the hand holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade backward.

"Keep it safe," Zhou Ming said calmly.

A Blood Demon soldier immediately ran over and caught the invisible garment, which was stained with blood, with both hands.

the other side.

Zhuang Bingwei paused slightly, a look of pity on his face; another of his companions had died.

"We've arrived!" the Japanese samurai elder with the eight-pronged mustache suddenly said.

The four elders and Zhuang Bingwei all stopped and looked at the open space in the distance.

There were no Blood Demons or Blood Demons here, only Eita Nikaido standing there, holding a demon sword in his hand.

His blood-red pupils were unfocused, and he stood there as if sleepwalking, his hands hanging limply.

Shobei stared intently at Eita, his brows furrowing deeply.

"Why can't I sense Eita?" Shobei's doubts deepened, but he couldn't find an answer.

His dual-power ability was only connected to four people, one of whom was Eita Nikaido.

When Homer was recalled earlier, Shobei wanted to recall Eita Nikaido as well, but found that he could not sense him.

Even though it's right in front of you, you can't apply your abilities to it.

Eita Nikaido's blood-red pupils suddenly focused, turning to look at the four elders, his gaze especially fixed on the samurai elder.

A burst of crimson energy erupted instantly, spreading outwards like smoke and mist.

"Such a powerful killing intent, even more terrifying than before," the warrior elder exclaimed in surprise.

"Kill him and seize the demon sword Hirumaru!" the short-statured Onmyoji elder immediately ordered.

He had discovered that Eita's condition was the worst they had anticipated; he was completely under control and unleashed his strongest killing intent the moment they met.

Paper figures flew out from the elder's sleeve, twelve in total, circling around him, with only one of them appearing lifelike.

The shikigami depicted on this paper is a strong humanoid creature with a red face, long nose, wearing monk's robes, and holding a knife in its hand.

The appearance of the two swordsmen greatly excited Eita Nikaido, and a layer of blood-red aura covered the demon sword in his hand.

He moved like a ghost, rushing over in an instant.

The painted-face ninja elder stepped forward and spat out a large fireball.

Eita Nikaido swiftly dodged the fireball with a sidestep, but a crow-like shikigami flew to his side, about to howl.

A flash of crimson light appeared, and bloodstains appeared on the crows flying in the air.

The shikigami, which should have been difficult to kill directly, has completely vanished.

This caused the Onmyoji elder behind to frown, his gaze focusing on the blood-like substance clinging to Nikaido Eita's sword.

"Be careful! The opponent's sword can attack the soul," the Onmyoji elder immediately warned.

Eita Nikaido drew his sword and shredded the rosary-like energy spheres, looking at the monk elder with annoyance.

The other person held prayer beads in their hand and silently chanted unknown scriptures. One by one, the tiny beads of energy flew out and flew towards Nikaido Eita.

"Kill him, his sealing ability is dangerous." This thought suddenly appeared in Eita Nikaido's empty mind, and he acted the next moment.

The entire Mianshan Mountain was filled with the stench of blood, with killing and being killed happening repeatedly!

A blood-red dagger pierced through the Blood Demon Soldier's mind, killing him instantly before he could even unleash his Ghostly Aura.

Then, wisps of blood-red energy floated from his body, and his entire body quickly withered, turning into a dried corpse.

The ninja who had succeeded in his attack was also somewhat shocked by what he saw; the Blood Demon was truly ruthless.

Just as the ninja's attention was momentarily distracted, a dagger pierced through his head.

The toxin's paralysis prevented the ninja from feeling pain, thus causing him to lose his will.

"Bang!" He fell to the ground and became a corpse.

Tang Jiaren left silently without revealing his figure, without even glancing at the ninja's corpse.

Then, like an invisible grim reaper, it continuously reaped the lives of ninjas, moving through the outer perimeter of this area.

"I'm left to guard the entire perimeter by myself. This kid Zhou really knows how to order people around!" Tang Jiaren thought to himself as he stretched.

He turned around and glanced at the clearing in the forest behind him, wondering if that kid's men could handle it.

Kill as many ninjas as possible, and at the same time, act as an outer force to kill any who manage to escape from the inner circle.

In the jungle, Takeshita Akira moved through the forest at incredible speed, silently reaping the lives of ordinary ninjas with the Soul Eater, formed from the blood on his hands, like the scythe of death.

Suddenly! Takeshita Akira stopped in his tracks. A familiar person was slumped on the ground.

"Mr. Tang?" Takeshita Akira said expressionlessly.

At this moment, the old man was sitting on the ground, leaning against a big tree, with blood flowing from his right hand. It looked like a healed wound had encountered a problem.

"Don't worry about me." The old man lowered his head and gripped his right arm with his left hand.

A red light flashed in Takeshita's eyes, and without a sound, he suddenly and rapidly began to move.

This silent and incredibly fast attack speed is precisely Takeshita Akira's signature technique.

The sudden loss of his senses immediately alerted the old man, who drew a short knife and held it in front of him.

The blood, now congealed with the Soul Devourer, sliced ​​through the short sword as easily as cutting tofu, and then chopped down on the head.

The head fell to the ground without a drop of blood flowing out; only a continuous stream of blood mist and the soul-devouring energy that had been upgraded drifted towards the blood.

"I thought he could fool you!" A voice suddenly rang out, and upon closer listening, it turned out to be Tang Jiaren's voice.

Beside the empty space, Tang Jiaren slowly awoke, looking down at the Japanese soldier, Aoyama Yohei, whose face had contorted and returned to its original form.

"Mr. Tang is too kind. There is absolutely no way that some ordinary ninjas could have injured you!" Takeshita Akira said respectfully as he turned around, his heart skipped a beat.

It's terrifying that he didn't even notice the invisible Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren looked at the decapitated corpse and exclaimed, "What a realistic transformation! If we could learn this ability, the Tang Clan's business would be much easier."