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The smile on Ibaraki Douji's face was equally ferocious.

"Little ghost, this is not outside."

"This is our home ground!"

He casually waved his only remaining ghost hand, and a storm of purple flames swept towards Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was not sure he could break the fire storm, and he did not want to use the Hundred Tales Cards here because he wanted to save the will-o'-the-wisp for the Demon King Shuten.

When he was hesitating whether to dodge or go for it, a familiar chuckle sounded out of nowhere.

The sword-shaped badge on his chest was shining brightly.

It is like a lighthouse that never goes out, guiding the route in the ocean.

The black jade-colored cane made intimate contact with the ground, and a Rashomon rose from the ground, blocking the fire storm.

Uesugi Kiyomatsu turned his head and saw someone who shouldn't be here.

Shuten-doji probably didn't "invite" them.

But here they are.

"Lord Ibaraki, what do you intend to do to our general?"

"The ghost tribe of Mount Oe can only win by numbers? It's really shameful."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked forward confidently, facing the demon army without any panic on his face.

Standing behind him were Li Fuyao and Ye San, who also had relaxed expressions.

"Uesugi-kun, go do what you want to do. Now that you have joined us, the Collectibles Association will support you!"

"Leave these minions to me."

Chapter 136 Reinforcements

Uesugi Kiyoshi had no idea where the reinforcements behind him would come from, and he knew nothing about the "Dream Web" of the Collectibles Association.

But he knew now was not the time to chat.

When he saw the people behind him, he felt a little relieved. It was not because of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but because of Li Fuyao and Ye San.

Li Fuyao's calm smile always made him feel inexplicably calm, and Ye San had fought with him before, so he had a full understanding of the strength of this senior from the Celestial Empire.

He had a lot of questions to ask, such as the familiar will-o'-the-wisp controlled by Li Fuyao, why Akutagawa Ryunosuke brought people here, where were the others, and what was the situation outside.

But thousands of words can be summed up into just one sentence.

"Oh, please."

He turned around, opened and closed his hands, tightened the sword in his hand again, and rushed towards the rugged mountain road without saying a word.

Ibaraki Douji raised his arm with an unexpected look, wanting to use the same trick again, but the dazed "Rashomon sin beasts" that emerged from the Rashomon summoned by Akutagawa Ryunosuke had already sharpened their fangs, and under the control of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, they flooded onto the territory of Oeyama.

In a sense, Ryunosuke Akutagawa's Rashomon is really a very comprehensive and powerful ability. No wonder he can sit firmly on the position of president of the Tokyo Collectibles Association. These Rashomon beasts came from nowhere, but they are fearless, have sharp teeth and claws, and are huge in number and scale, just like an army.

At the same time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression also changed, and a strange and solemn expression returned to his face again.

He once again entered the "acting" state.

This time, he did not control Rashomon as a commander, but held the black jade staff and went to fight Ibaraki Douji in close combat like a warrior.

What is surprising is that he did not fall into a disadvantage.

As the cane was swung, countless spider-silk-like threads appeared and disappeared on the cane. These spider silks were so strong and tough that even Ibaraki Douji's hellfire could not burn them.

Relying on the restrictions of the spider silk and the harassment of the Rashomon beast, even though Akutagawa Ryunosuke's physical skills were at a level that would make even Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes hurt, he still managed to hold Ibaraki Douji tightly and prevent him from splitting himself.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked deeply at Akutagawa Ryunosuke, said nothing, and just walked silently up the steep mountain road.

He appreciated it.

Entering the dream world of ghosts and gods is no joke no matter how you think about it. It is full of risks. Just now, Shuten Douji asserted that the only way to get out of here is to kill him.

But the people behind him still came to support him without hesitation.

When doing things, one should judge by the deeds rather than the intentions. Uesugi Kiyoshi kept this friendship in mind.

Although Akutagawa Ryunosuke's Rasheng sin beasts came with great force, they were still no match for the ghosts that were all over the mountains in terms of numbers.

Soon, Uesugi Kiyoshi was blocked by a group of ferocious and sturdy ghosts. They had sharp horns on their heads, wielded crude blunt weapons, took heavy steps, and came one after another, which made people's scalp tingling.

Uesugi Qing sneered, drew his sword and started to slash. The power of Ghost Cutting filled the sword, without any rules, just relying on "speed" and "ruthlessness" to fight his way up the mountain.

The sword came down with his hand, the clothes and armor were flattened, blood flowed like a stream, and the katana, which carried the power of Onikiri, was like chopping melons and vegetables. All those who blocked the way were killed with one sword. For a moment, broken limbs and heads flew everywhere, dyeing the already desolate mountain scenery with a hint of blood.

These inferior ghosts posed no threat to Uesugi Kiyozou and could only consume his physical strength.

But this is also quite fatal.

Just when Uesugi Kiyoshi was thinking about how to break out of the enemy's encirclement, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the pressure was relieved. Countless ghost shadows screamed and flew up, and fell in all directions in the mountains and forests, wailing that they could not get up again. Looking closely, they all ended up with broken bones and tendons.

Ye San still had a casual expression, but he didn't know when a long stick made of dark gold and iron appeared in his hand.

This stick is much longer than the ordinary eyebrow-reaching stick, more than two meters long, and is not much inferior to the spears used by brave generals in ancient times to kill enemies on the battlefield.

Then, the entire length of the long stick was suddenly dyed with a faint pure white flame. At the same time, the stick moved with the person, twisting, flicking, and cutting.

The sound of the sticks was like thunder in all directions or like heavy rain hitting banana leaves, rising and falling continuously. Wherever it went, ghosts and horses fell to the ground. Suddenly, the view in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi became clear, and there were fewer ghosts blocking the way.

"Is this the Qi that the Heavenly Dynasty warriors practice?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi instantly recognized the pure white flame on the stick, which should be an extraordinary power.

Ye San's somewhat indifferent words floated into his ears.

"Ah Qing, since you call me senior, then Third Uncle will treat you as his own junior."

"Someone wants to deal with you, I can't just sit there and watch."

"Ah, I'll just try to move my old bones a little bit to make way for you."

"Go, show that damn ghost king how your [wrongs will be repaid] works!"

"Young man, you always need to hone your skills. A so-called warrior swordsman cannot just stay at home. The stronger the opponent, the better it is for you."

"Don't worry, you won't die today with Uncle San here."

Although he was surrounded by corpses and blood, Ye San's expression was actually kind and his tone was very firm.

This sentence seems to be the truth and there is no possibility of it being overturned.

Even if he didn't have this relationship with Li Fuyao, Ye San was very optimistic about Uesugi Kiyoshi, an excellent, mature, and well-behaved young man, who was not an enemy. When the head coach of the Tai Sui Gang saw him, he immediately loved his talent and thought it would be a piece of cake to help him, so he didn't mind at all.

Just treat this as an investment. According to Uesugi Kiyoshi's temperament, this investment is a sure win.

Uesugi Kiyoshi and Ye San looked at each other in a trance, as if the person standing there with a kind smile was his master Kamiizumi Hidekawa.

Soon, he reacted.

He lowered his head slightly, said "thank you" in a low voice with gratitude, and without hesitation, he ran out. After a few leaps, his figure disappeared in the vast red leaf forest at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, Li Fuyao also walked over leisurely.

"Uncle San, I'll go over and take a look. You take care of this place."

Without waiting for Ye San's response, she stepped on the blue-green ghost fire, and climbed up the stairs in white clothes, full of fairy air, not taking the mountain and the ghosts on the mountain seriously.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's journey was not very smooth. He had not walked for long when endless numbers of ghosts emerged one after another, like moths to a flame, trying to stop him even at the cost of their lives.

He frowned slightly and began to think in his mind - something was wrong.

How many ghosts are there in this Dajiang Mountain?

There were hundreds of people who were killed by him and Shen Cheng as mystics, and the number of those who just blocked their way was almost in the four digits.

Oeyama, who had such strength, was completely sealed into the dream mirror world.

So where were the people who sealed them in the first place?

Those Onmyojis?

But the current Onmyoji and Heian-kyo are not that strong, right?

Is there something fishy going on here?

Chapter 137 The Sword and the Ghost King

My thoughts wandered for a moment, then quickly came back together.

I will think about these things slowly after I kill Shuten-doji and capture the demon spirit.

Although there were still ghosts blocking his way, their number was not enough to tire him to death.

He tightly grasped the discolored and blood-stained sword - there were already many small and dense cracks on the blade. The extraordinary craftsmanship of the Collectibles Association would not last long. This sword had cut too many things tonight.

If you continue to use it like this, the blade will soon become blunt and then scrapped.

However, the enemy's general was also approaching.

Unconsciously, he had already entered the Oeyama Mountain, which was said to be located in Tamba Province, the lair of the ghost tribe and the territory of the ghost king.

There were pale bones everywhere all around, and the ground was dark red, as if it was soaked in blood, with a disgusting smell that made people feel nauseous.

This isn't a great place in any sense of the word.

Especially there are many ghost shadows in front of you.

Just when his body paused for a moment, Li Fuyao, dressed in white, had already caught up with him. It was unknown where this girl got such a fast speed.

Li Fuyao naturally stood side by side with Uesugi Kiyoshi, looking calmly at the densely packed ghost tribe that looked like insects and ants, with a hint of inexplicable smile spreading from the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

"Well, any kind of supernatural power has its advantages and disadvantages. If you want to kill all these ghosts with the sword in your hand, even you will be exhausted."

If someone else said this, Uesugi Kiyoshi might think she was being sarcastic, but when Li Fuyao said it, the tone and expression made him subconsciously think it was just a normal chat.

"It doesn't matter. Friends are supposed to help each other and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses~"

"Leave it to me~Leave it to me, Qing, go ahead."

"Do what you have to do."