Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 87 The Seventh Demon

Before the demon incident, the monk Takuan thought that Shinmen Musashi was a talented child and did not want him to go down the path of killing known as "Peerless Under Heaven," but wanted him to live a real life.

Unfortunately, due to the influence of the evil spirits, this education has been repeatedly postponed.

During this process, Shinmen Musashi miraculously discovered a stone that could subdue evil spirits, which was clearly humanity's hope.

However, when the stone killed the evil spirit, one of the evil spirits escaped, so evil spirits have been chasing after them ever since.

A powerful demon with numbers etched in its pupils has already set its sights on them.

The original plan was for him to cover the rear so that Shinmen Musashi could leave this place, but unexpectedly, the other party was still staying in the same spot.

"Didn't I just tell you to take the stone and leave?! Why are you still here?! This isn't the time for you to fool around! Get out of here!"

That familiar rebuke sounded like heavenly music to Shinmen Musashi's ears at that moment.

Now that he was no longer a child, Shinmen Musashi could clearly sense the concern in the other person's words.

"It's alright, it's just a low-level demon, nothing to worry about."

Shinmen Musashi instinctively tried to draw his sword, but his hand suddenly went empty.

Looking down, all he saw was a stone he was holding in his arms.

what?

Shinmen Musashi only now realizes that his body has returned to its previous height.

The muscles in your body are not as powerful as they feel in your brain.

Has he become his past self?

Now, not only can we not help Monk Zean escape, but we might also lose the stone in our arms as our last hope.

As long as this stone serves as a sample, humanity will search far and wide for stones of the same material, thus gaining the ability to fight the evil spirits.

Even so, it was still far too late at that time, merely slowing down the rate at which humanity was going to perish.

Perhaps after he dies, someone will still discover the effects of these stones by chance, but won't that be even later?

"Hmm! Is my body's strength being restricted?"

"But it seems like your perception of the world has become more acute?"

Wang Bai's voice came from the side, much to Shinmen Musashi's delight.

Unexpectedly, this powerful figure followed him back to his original world!

Wang Bai nodded and said to Shinmen Musashi, "It seems that this is the place and time you regret the most."

At this moment, the monk Ze'an seemed to realize that there was another person next to him.

He pointed his staff at Wang Bai.

"Who are you? When did you get here?"

"Are you human or a demon?"

Shinmen Musashi quickly stopped the monk Takuan: "This is our ally, an incredibly powerful individual. Just think of him as someone like a magician!"

"A magician? One of those acrobats?"

The monk Takuan looked at Shinmen Musashi with surprise: Was the child frightened into a daze because the demon was about to arrive?

Is it possible for this clean-cut juggler to stop evil spirits?

At this moment, Wang Bai waved his hand. There was not much magic in the air; the magic was activated entirely by the magic power within his body.

The magic formed from magical energy was strongly suppressed outside the body.

The fireball, which was several meters in diameter, could only flicker with a tiny spark.

I originally thought it would be an easy job, but I never expected to encounter such a special situation!

That said, if it weren't for the fact that demi-humans were born from the Third Law, they would probably be restricted in Fate as well.

No, you can't say that.

Perhaps, without the Holy Grail that came to the world of demi-humans, the development of demi-humans wouldn't have been so rapid.

"Watch out! They're coming!"

The monk Ze'an loudly reminded the two people beside him, gripping his staff even tighter.

For unkillable monsters like demons, clubs are more practical than swords.

In the darkness, a foul stench instantly spread, emanating from a low-level evil spirit.

The monk Ze'an looked solemn. He swung his staff, which whistled through the air, and struck the head of the demon charging at the front with precision.

The demon's head caved in, and its viscous blood splattered around it like tomato sauce. Its body, lying on the ground, twitched continuously, but it was clear that it was constantly recovering.

One evil spirit after another was blocked by the monk Ze'an, but it was clear to anyone with eyes that he could not hold out for long.

Just as Wang Bai was about to make a move, he heard the monk Ze'an shout loudly.

A large bell from an ancient temple can be faintly seen, being rung atop the mountain, its sound carrying far and wide.

Having witnessed Shinmen Musashi's previous attack, Wang Bai naturally realized that this was the artistic conception of the monk Takuan, and immediately stepped out of this illusion.

Then they saw that the evil spirits who heard the rebuke stood frozen in place, their skulls smashed by the monk Ze'an, but they lay motionless on the ground.

Is this considered dead?

No, Wang Bai could feel that the cells in the other's body were still growing, but even after a complete recovery, the evil spirit remained motionless.

However, Monk Zean's condition clearly deteriorated; his movements slowed down, and his spirit was noticeably less vibrant than before. It was evident that the use of this artistic conception was not without its costs.

Wang Bai thought for a moment. Since he couldn't use forces that acted outside the body, what about forces that acted inside the body?

Magic surged through his body, and the most basic enhancement magic continuously strengthened Wang Bai's physique.

The oppressive force of that world has clearly weakened considerably, and my body is now visibly stronger.

No, that's not enough. This alone won't be enough to fight off those evil spirits.

Wang Bai thought for a moment and then drew runes representing death and destruction on the back of his hand.

The world's oppressive force suddenly intensified, causing the runes to flicker continuously before finally stabilizing at a faint glow.

Runes can still be applied directly to the body.

After defeating another demon, the monk Takuan accidentally bumped into a stone. If he were in his prime, he wouldn't have cared, but now this small stone had disrupted his balance.

The demon seized the opportunity and its sharp fingernails suddenly stabbed towards the neck of the monk Ze'an.

"Oh no, am I going to die? I couldn't even protect that child until the very end, and now humanity's last hope is about to be lost."

The monk Ze'an thought he had cultivated enough, but he still had a deep sense of regret.

*Pfft—*

A hand struck out from beside the monk Zean's cheek, piercing through the demon's skull with its bare flesh.

Before the demon could even let out a scream, it turned into ashes and vanished into thin air.

"It's too early to say these things!"

Looking at the dead demon, Wang Bai was very satisfied with the magic trick he had improvised.

Before the monk Ze'an could even rejoice at his narrow escape from death, he was shocked by Wang Bai's killing of the evil spirit.

"How is that possible? How did you do that?"

Monk Ze'an looked at Wang Bai's hand; the other man wasn't holding the magical stone either.

"call"

A long sigh came from the forest on one side.

An elderly man, thin as a rake and dressed in loose monk's robes, came out holding a rosary made of human bones.

Despite his demeanor that of a high-ranking monk, he gave off a sinister feeling.

In the dim light, one could see the other person's open eyes, which emitted a red glow.

Within those dark red pupils, the character "柒" was clearly visible.

"This is----"

Monk Ze'an's heart sank. From the other person's appearance and clothing, the most crucial thing was the number in his pupils.

The Seventh Demon.

【Skull Pill·Domo】

"As fellow practitioners, why are we struggling so bitterly in this sea of ​​suffering?"

Domo's voice was like rubbing rotten wood, each syllable carrying a sensation that made one's hair stand on end.

"There's no need to say anything more to someone as inhuman as you."

The monk Ze'an was unwilling to say anything more to the other party, but instead secretly glanced at Wang Bai.

The opponent was able to defeat the evil spirit so easily; could he also be a grandmaster?

But I've never heard of such a young grandmaster before.

Domo seemed to have a particular appreciation for the monk Takuan: "It seems you are still blinded by your own limited understanding. Can't you see the glorious future that belongs to humanity?"

"Following the king of the new humans, Muzan Kibutsuji, let's establish a true kingdom of perfect humanity!"

"May everyone live longer, may everyone have a stronger body, and may everyone draw closer to the image of Buddha!"

Looking at the person in front of him who was loudly proclaiming Dao Mo, Wang Bai felt that the other party was like a crazy demon, not at all like a monk.

Recalling the scenery observed through the Imaginary Tree, Wang Bai retorted sarcastically without hesitation, "Since you describe it so well, why are there so many corpses in every city? And why are you chasing after this old man and young man?"

Dao Mo looked at Wang Bai, his disgust clearly visible: "How can you, a lowly creature, compare yourself to us perfect humans?!"

Wang Bai was speechless. No, isn't the monk Ze'an standing to the side also the lowly thing you mentioned?

Oh, Monk Ze'an is a Buddhist.

No wonder this evil spirit Qi was so polite to the monk Ze'an, and even hinted at giving him a chance to change.

"Alright," Wang Bai didn't want to waste any more words, "I'll just ask you one question: Where is the Demon King Muzan?"

Dao Mo's dark red pupils, engraved with the character "Seven," suddenly contracted, staring intently at Wang Bai. The already eerie atmosphere in the air instantly became even more stagnant and filled with murderous intent.

"You lowly creature—how dare you address that lord by his name?!" Domo's voice was no longer its previous decaying, abrasive quality, but instead carried a sharp, piercing shriek. "How dare an ant like you know the whereabouts of Lord Muzan!"

Before he finished speaking, Dao Moqian's thin figure swayed like a withered leaf blown by the wind and disappeared from the spot in an instant!

The next moment, Wang Bai felt the sky darken and a huge red sun replaced the moon.

As shadows fell, Wang Bai looked up and saw a skeletal bodhisattva, several meters tall, nodding at him.

Despite being a Bodhisattva, he gives off a sinister and eerie feeling.

Wang Bai's pupils met the empty eyes of the skeleton, and Wang Bai felt his body gradually cooling down, his thoughts slowing down—

No, that's not right!

It's that power called artistic conception again!

Logically speaking, shouldn't this power be used only by righteous people?

How come even villains possess this strange power?

Wang Bai couldn't escape the environment like he did when facing Shinmen Musashi.

Depict runes that break down the environment as much as possible.

In reality, Dao Mo looked at Wang Bai, who was standing there dumbfounded, and laughed.

"This is a lowly thing; even a true Bodhisattva cannot bear to look upon it!"

"Just watch, this is the final fate of lowly creatures!"

Dao Mo pointed his finger, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open.

Dozens of sharp, pale human bones suddenly emerged like spikes from the ground, carrying a chilling aura as they pierced fiercely towards Wang Bai, who stood frozen in place!

"Be careful!"

The monk Ze'an shouted loudly.

But it was too late for him to save Wang Bai.

They could only watch helplessly as Wang Bai, immersed in the artistic conception, was buried by bone spurs.

However, when the bone spurs pierced Wang Bai's body, they seemed to hit steel plates and broke off one by one.

Everyone present, both humans and ghosts, was stunned.

What's going on here?!

This external stimulus woke Wang Baisu from his immersive experience.

Wang Bai looked at his body; cracks had appeared on its surface.

The body enhanced by magic is almost comparable to some extremely strong alloys. The reason for these cracks is that the influence of the artistic conception has been reflected in the physical body.

Damn it, it seems I have to find a way to deal with this mood.

The runes I was writing in my mind had some effect, but without external stimulation, I probably wouldn't be able to escape the illusion.

"You bastard? Are you not human either?"

When Dao Mo saw that his Blood Demon Art had no effect on the other party, he immediately began to doubt Wang Bai's identity.

Only evil spirits possess such inhuman bodies. Could it be that the other party has some kind of fetish for dressing up as an ordinary person?

Wang Bai did not answer. He flashed and created a loud sonic boom in the air.

The next second, the fist, carrying immense kinetic energy, struck Daomo's head.

Faced with such a terrifying blow, not only the head, but the entire upper body was crushed by the air pressure.

The remaining body, braving the intense wind pressure, quickly moved its legs to escape.

The spine and related nervous system grew as it ran, and the vocal cords, barely formed, burst into a tirade: "Damn it! Are you some new Twelve Fiends?"

"Don't you know how to respect your elders?!"

"I will definitely tell the Demon King! Just wait to be punished by him!"

Wang Bai, who was clearly behind him, suddenly appeared in front of the charging evil spirit and grabbed its newly formed spinal nerve.

The intense pain caused Domo to let out a piercing scream.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"If you kill me, the Demon King will surely sense it!"

"At that time, you will definitely be punished as an evil spirit!"

Wang Bai tightened his grip slightly, the spine on his hand creaking as he lifted Domoti off the ground: "Where is Kibutsuji Muzan?"

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