Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 88 Pingdingshan

The powerful grip caused Dao Mo's neck bones to creak under the strain, and he struggled desperately, his withered claws trying to pry open Wang Bai's fingers.

Realizing he couldn't fight off that strange power, Daomo desperately used his Blood Demon Art to summon a large number of bone spikes to attack Wang Bai's vitals.

However, he forgot that the bone spurs were simply not strong enough to break through Wang Bai's defenses.

Dao Mo wanted to abandon part of his body so that the rest could escape, but as soon as he made this move, he felt the runes on Wang Bai's palm glowing slightly. The sense of impending death made Dao Mo immediately abandon the idea.

Domo had a feeling that if he really did that, it would be no different from actively seeking death.

However, exposing the Ghost King's location is also a blatant betrayal, and given the Ghost King's personality, he will not let him off the hook.

Damn it, why did he have to come to this godforsaken place?

The monk Takuan stepped forward and asked with a puzzled look, "Sir, are you looking for Kibutsuji Muzan?"

Wang Bai nodded: "To resolve the tragedy that occurred here, we must start with the source, Muzan Kibutsuji, isn't that right?"

Monk Ze'an was taken aback.

If Wang Bai had said these words before, he would have thought the other person was crazy.

But seeing a demon capable of slaughtering an entire city be unable to live or die in the hands of the other party.

This made Wang Bai's words particularly convincing.

"But everyone knows Muzan Kibutsuji's location."

"Kyoto is located in the very heart of Japan."

Wang Bai was surprised. He didn't expect that Muzan Kibutsuji, that cowardly demon, would not hide his identity and would appear openly in front of the world.

That's right. Wang Bai thought that since there was no peerless genius named Yoriichi Tsugikuni in this world, he naturally had no worries.

In addition, apart from the sunlight during the day, there is nothing in this world that can threaten Muzan Kibutsuji.

This saved a lot of effort.

Wang Bai looked at the Dao Mo in his hand and said indifferently, "Since that's the case, you're useless now."

The runes on his hand shone brightly, and the concept of death was imbued into Daomo's soul and body.

Then, with a forceful squeeze, and empowered by the runes, Daomo groaned and died with an expression of disbelief.

Wang Bai tossed the limp corpse of Dao Mo to the ground as if it were trash.

However, after the body fell to the ground, the eyeballs in Dao Mo's eye sockets, which were engraved with the number "seven", actually wriggled out of Dao Mo's body as if they were alive and looked at Wang Bai.

Feeling the undisguised gaze, Wang Bai immediately turned around and met the eyes.

It's as if you can see someone sitting in a chair eating.

Is it Muzan Kibutsuji?

Do you observe the deaths of your subordinates through their evil spirits?

With a slight lift of his right foot, he sent a pebble flying, shattering that disgusting eyeball.

In the distance, Muzan Kibutsuji, inside a luxurious palace, suddenly covered his eyes and looked in astonishment at the last image that came through.

Who is that?

He was able to kill one of his strongest demons.

She didn't even have a proper chance to put up a fight before that strange man killed her like an insect!

The method used by that stranger was not that of any known swordsman. That power was neither a breathing technique nor a state of mind; it was a completely unknown power!

"Useless!" Muzan roared in a low voice, and with a flick of his sleeve, he pulverized a low-ranking female demon standing beside him, turning her into a pool of filthy blood.

After the initial shock and anger, a cold rationality quickly returned. The other party's target was clear: himself, and he was in Kyoto.

Although confident in their own invincible strength, the fact that the opponent could so easily kill Demon Seven shows that their strength should not be underestimated.

More importantly, the unknown made Muzan, who was used to controlling everything, feel extremely uncomfortable.

"We can't let him arrive in Kyoto like this." A ruthless glint flashed in Muzan's eyes. "We must find out his background before he arrives, and ideally—eliminate him completely!"

He immediately issued orders to all the Upper Moon demons and all the demons near Kyoto through the blood connection!

"All upper moons, depart immediately! Head to the major routes eastward to Kyoto!"

"A dangerous human is approaching! Probe his abilities at all costs, wear him down as much as possible, and then—kill him!"

"Bring me his head!"

The urgency and importance conveyed in the command shocked all the Upper Moon demons who received it. Since becoming Upper Moons, they had never seen Lord Muzan so prepared and serious towards a human!

In an instant, the Upper Moon demons, who were nothing short of a calamity themselves and were scattered throughout Japan, opened their numbered eyes, revealing cruel and excited smiles, and transformed into ghostly black shadows, rushing towards the direction Muzan had indicated!

Silence returned, leaving only the corpse of Daomo on the ground, which gradually turned to ashes.

Monk Ze'an stared in disbelief at the scene before him, his mind unable to comprehend the reality before him.

The powerful Demon Seven was so easily destroyed?

You must know that the opponent is a wicked demon capable of single-handedly slaughtering an entire city!

His gaze toward Wang Bai was filled with awe and disbelief.

Could it be that the other party is an incarnation of a Buddha, descending to the mortal realm to eliminate monsters?

The evil spirits have been eliminated, but it is still night.

Monk Ze'an still suggested that they rest first and continue their journey during the day.

When making the suggestion, Monk Ze'an looked at Wang Bai.

Wang Bai did not object, as he had some questions he wanted to ask the monk Ze'an.

The two sides discussed the matter by the light of the moon in a dilapidated temple.

As soon as the discussion began, Monk Takuan couldn't wait to voice his question: "Where do you come from, sir? And how do you manage to destroy evil spirits?"

Wang Bai answered truthfully, "My name is Wang Bai. I come from another world, and I was drawn here by Musashi."

Monk Ze'an suddenly realized that it was indeed a Buddha or deity who had descended from heaven.

He glanced at Shinmen Musashi sleeping beside him and thought to himself, "This kid is really lucky; he actually managed to gain the attention of a god." But he'd seen everything that had happened to him all along. When exactly did he become acquainted with a god?

While the monk Ze'an was pondering, Wang Bai's explanation interrupted his thoughts.

"As for the method of killing evil spirits, you cannot learn it. I use magic to attack the runes to give them death, thereby completely erasing the life force in their bodies."

In this world, there are no runes, no magic circuits in anyone's body, and no small source.

There is no way to use any magic.

Magic is not as useful as trickery in their hands.

The monk Ze'an was completely confused, but he understood that this method was indeed something he couldn't learn.

After explaining, Wang Bai raised his own question, recounting the hallucinations he had seen on Dao Mo: "When I saw Master Takuan attack, I also saw a hallucination of a booming bell, and when Shinmen Musashi attacked, I also saw a hallucination. What exactly are these?"

Monk Ze'an understood: "Mr. Wang Bai, what you are curious about is a power called artistic conception."

"After summarizing their own experiences and ideas, each person will create their own unique artistic conception if they reach a certain level."

"The stronger this artistic conception, the greater its impact on the enemy —"

After listening to the monk Ze'an's explanation, Wang Bai roughly understood this peculiar power.

It feels more like a mental barrier.

Moreover, this kind of artistic conception can only be understood through one's own experience; there are no shortcuts.

The only shortcut is to fight against someone with a high level of artistic conception.

However, this method has a drawback: if one cannot withstand the master's artistic conception, then one's own spirit may be crushed by the opponent's artistic conception, resulting in either neurasthenia or mental breakdown.

This has led to a situation where people with artistic conception are extremely rare.

During the conversation, a white light appeared on the horizon.

"Now that it's daytime, let's hurry on our way."

Monk Ze'an looked happily at the whitening sky in the distance.

Since the appearance of evil spirits in this world, people have been eagerly anticipating and rejoicing at the appearance of the sun.

They woke up the exhausted Shinmen Musashi, and the group set off.

Shinmen Musashi felt embarrassed; after returning to his old body, he felt extremely tired once he relaxed.

I no longer have the regenerative abilities of a demon, but I feel more energetic than ever before.

The only concern is combat ability, but the foundation of the artistic conception is still there. It's just that the body doesn't have muscle memory in swordsmanship yet, but it will be able to get back to that soon.

On the road, they occasionally encountered some scattered, weak demons, and Shinmen Musashi would simply use his swordsmanship with stones to smash them to death.

The monk Ze'an went from being shocked at first to getting used to it.

There was a celestial being descending from the sky beside him, so it's not surprising that Shinmen Musashi had such growth.

They even naturally accepted the future that Shinmen Musashi spoke of.

A day in heaven is a year on earth. With the help of immortals, the monk Ze'an temporarily experiences the future, a dreamlike scenario, and is once again amazed by Wang Bai's power.

Soon, the group encountered several ragged civilians on the road.

This means they have arrived at the survivors' gathering place—Pingdingshan.

After passing through layers of mountains and forests, a flat area on a mountaintop that was easy to defend and difficult to attack appeared before the three of them.

The surrounding forest has been completely cleared, leaving a large open space to prevent evil spirits from hiding there and to use the sun as a defensive barrier.

The wooden fences and watchtowers all demonstrate that the residents here have long been in a state of high alert.

It was clear that this was not the first time the monk Ze'an had been here. After the villagers who were guarding him recognized him, their tense expressions eased slightly, and they quickly opened the heavy wooden door.

Upon entering the settlement, Wang Bai saw the people inside. Although they were all doing some kind of work, it was clear that their eyes had lost hope; they were merely clinging to life out of fear of death.

Only the eyes of some children running and playing still showed any sparkle.

Upon seeing Wang Bai's unfamiliar face and his unusually clean, luxuriously made clothes, everyone was curious, wary, and yet held a hint of expectation in their eyes.

In the center of the gathering place, on a cleared open space, two elderly men were practicing together, or rather, instructing the young people around them.

Although he was old and his temples were gray, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Holding a wooden knife, he stood still as if he had blended into his surroundings without any flaws.

Every simple swing, block, and thrust of his embodies the ultimate swordsmanship principles of returning to simplicity, precise, efficient, and full of pressure.

He was none other than the grandmaster of swordsmanship, Yagyu Muneyoshi.

The other one wielded an unusually long wooden spear (plain spear), his movements were wide and sweeping, yet he remained as steady as a rock.

His marksmanship is not about pursuing flashy techniques, but rather contains a serene, Zen-like tranquility combined with explosive power.

He is the spear master, Hozoin Inei.

The monk Takuan stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Lord Yagyu, Lord Hozoin."

The two masters stopped what they were doing, their gazes sweeping over the monk Takuan and landing on Shinmen Musashi.

His expression immediately turned serious. Although there were few signs of combat on his body, an aura of extreme killing intent naturally emanated from him.

Just as the two masters were about to ask a question, their attention was drawn to Wang Bai behind them.

There was an aura about the other person that was clearly different from that of ordinary people. You could also faintly feel a white and golden light emerging from behind the other person, but when you looked closely, there was nothing there.

"Takuan, you're back. And these two are—"

Yagyu Muneyoshi spoke, his voice questioning.

"The matter is rather complicated and very important. Please step aside and let me explain in detail—"

After a pause, Monk Zean glanced at the surrounding crowd and added in a low voice, "This time we have hope."

,hope?

The first words spoken by the monk Ze'an surprised both masters.

But both of them immediately realized that what the monk Takuan was about to say was definitely unusual.

The two masters exchanged a glance and waved to the young people around them, saying, "That's all for today. Go and reinforce the surrounding fences, and be prepared to defend against attacks from evil spirits at any time."

After the crowd dispersed, the group went to the basement, where a demon with only one head remained imprisoned.

Yet even this single head still retains the instinctive function of breathing.

"This time we discovered a piece of ore, the material of which allows even ordinary people to inflict fatal damage on evil spirits."

"Please look, masters!"

After saying that, the monk Ze'an immediately threw a stone at the head of the imprisoned evil spirit.

The demon immediately let out a scream and gradually turned to ashes in the air.

The two masters became excited; the meaning of the scene before them was self-evident.

If there were a large quantity of these stones, even an ordinary person could slay evil spirits.

Even if their grandmasters possessed such weapons, they could kill hundreds of times more evil spirits.