Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The so-called "shadow of a snake in a cup" is a complex idiom evolved from a fable. The original story is that someone invited guests to dinner, and the bow hanging on the wall was reflected in the wine glass. The guest thought there was a snake in the wine glass, and went back home, suspecting that he had been poisoned by the snake, and became sick.

It is used to describe some people who are suspicious of everything. However, in this world, this situation is not difficult to achieve.

The way for humans to break through and become extraordinary is to have extreme emotional fluctuations, which trigger overclocking of thinking and reach another dimension.

In other words, the extraordinary is the power of thought.

Gods, humans, ghosts, and all supernatural powers are like this.

The incarnation of Yamata in front of us is only one eighth of the "Yamata no Orochi".

His power is "parasitic thoughts and controlling souls".

His specialty is similar to the original meaning of "seeing a snake in a cup of wine".

By projecting non-existent and indescribable things into the human mind, it transforms into the things he fears the most, thus completely inducing the emotion of "fear" in humans and causing them to begin to collapse from their inner weakness.

Once the mental defenses are completely defeated, the extraordinary powers will also be defeated, and the shadow of Yaki will penetrate into the depths of the mind, and one will be completely reduced to a puppet.

In short, this is a mental attack that takes effect very quickly and is extremely difficult to defend against.

As expected, Uesugi Kiyoshi was caught.

He only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, as if someone was often playing a wailing death knell in his mind, the deafening sound waves were overwhelming and really made him feel upset.

Leaning on the sword, Uesugi Kiyoshi leaned forward, his breathing became heavy and rapid, his pupils were gradually stained by black fibers, making his current state look somewhat terrifying.

Outside the barrier of Buddha's light, a senior monk secretly lowered his head and sighed softly.

"The shadow of Yamata entered his body, and his heart defense collapsed. What a pity for such a talented young swordsman."

"Everyone, be prepared. If this evil spirit attempts to break the seal by taking advantage of this incident, we will not let it do so even if its soul is shattered."

A few uneven Buddhist chants were heard, and the Buddha's light on the souls of the six eminent monks surged, and at the same time, their aura became somewhat ferocious.

They have been with the incarnation of Yaki for hundreds of years and are well aware of the methods of this evil spirit.

No one who falls into this trap can escape.

These ancient gods usually have very simple abilities, but correspondingly, these abilities are so powerful that they are difficult to decipher.

Of course, Uesugi Kiyoshi did not give up or accept his fate.

He raised his head with difficulty, bloodshot and black threads intertwined in his eyes, which was very strange.

The corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, and a ferocious smile with a bloody smell appeared on Uesugi Kiyoshi's face.

"call"

"You think I'm a weak-willed mortal?"

"That's all the strength you have! Aren't you full?!"

"Huhu."

After taking a few breaths, Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly raised his head and straightened his back.

"You are a god, but I am not?"

"Want to control me?"

"Just you?!"

"Masters, please open the door of convenience!"

These words were directed to the six figures in monk robes.

Several monks looked at each other in bewilderment. They had not expected that Uesugi Kiyoshi still had the power to resist.

The next second, the surprised expression turned into horror.

They felt a powerful force knocking on the sealed door.

"This this."

“This is the real God’s might!”

"We also make mistakes sometimes. This is not some young swordsman!"

“This is the real god!”

They are all well-informed Buddhist monks, so it is natural that they would recognize what this aura represents.

Uesugi Kiyoshi activated the stairs to godhood in his dream mirror and activated the faith accumulated therein.

A mysterious feeling surged into his heart, making the mental pollution he had suffered less severe.

Several monks looked at each other and nodded.

With a wave of the hand and a flick of the sleeves.

The door to Buddhism suddenly opened.

Behind Uesugi Kiyoshi, the ground was cracking.

A towering building rose up from the bottom to the top.

The palaces and pavilions are magnificent, with carved beams and painted pillars that are of unparalleled craftsmanship.

The white walls and red tiles, with steep eaves reaching into the clouds, carry a bit of the coolness of the moonlight.

A "castle tower" appeared out of nowhere.

At the top of the pavilion, a huge ghost ship floats without wind, making the pavilion even more mysterious.

Uesugi Kiyoshi summoned his mirage here.

Buddha's light, mirage, black fog.

Three colors interwoven.

Uesugi Kiyoshi, who had a chance to catch his breath, raised his sword again.

The black threads in his eyes quickly faded away.

"If I can't kill you with one blow, I'll just have to do it a few more times."

"The embodiment of disaster, the ancient snake god, the evil spirit that controls souls"

"I said so."

"If you meet me today, your fate will be over!"

Chapter 362 God Does Not Walk Alone

"Oh, that's not surprising."

The Yaqi incarnation was not at all panicked.

He waved his sleeves wrapped in gold and jade, and black mist dissipated from the cuffs.

"For you to be chosen, your beliefs must be stronger than those of ordinary people."

"As long as you are still alive, you must have abilities comparable to those of gods."

"It's okay, don't think that's all I have."

"Please show some respect to the gods who have existed since ancient times!"

As he breathed in and out, Yaqi's incarnation's eyes bulged out and were bloodshot.

"The snake demon has entered my body, my soul has returned to my sleeves, I am a puppet enslaved by the snake god."

"Meet the enemy!"

It sounded like an ancient marching order. After a few whispers, bursts of wailing suddenly sounded in the black fog.

A transparent, ghost-like spirit flew out from the snake demon's sleeve, took root on the ground, and transformed into a human form.

One by one, the "souls" with pale faces, ferocious expressions and empty eyes gradually surrounded Uesugi Kiyoshi at a very fast speed.

Most of them are monks.

Uesugi Kiyoshi saw a familiar face, the Master Mingkong, who he defeated yesterday, was among them.

This bastard died inexplicably yesterday, and Uesugi Kiyoshi still suspected that there was some trick. Now it seems that this Yamata no Snake demon had played a trick on Mingkong's body, causing his soul to fly away and turning him into a puppet in the hands of others.

Seeing this scene, the six figures in monk robes, even though they were highly accomplished monks, could not help but feel surges of emotion and rage, their brows tightly furrowed, and they couldn't wait to take action and give the snake demon a thundering blow.

Every one of them is the soul of the monks of Daitoku-ji Temple over the past thousand years.

Some are in reality and are seduced by the snake demon, while others enter the pagoda after death and fall into the hands of the snake demon. Their souls are imprisoned here, at the mercy of others, and cannot be reborn.

"You can't be completely immune to my [Devil's Heart]."

"All you can do is use the power of God to fight it. If I'm not mistaken, you used the purest [Faith]."

"How long can you hold on?"

"For me, using the devil's heart to disturb your nerves is as simple as swinging a sword. It is a simple [instinct]."

"Hey, before you are completely controlled by me, let these little friends of mine entertain you."

"Thanks to those monks, I have made quite a few friends over the past few hundred years. These monks were all Buddhist practitioners before they died. After being controlled by me, in addition to the power of the snake demon, they can also use some Buddhist magical powers. Although they are pitifully weak, this number is great."

"Can you handle it when you are so disturbed?"

The snake demon transformed by Yaqi smiled sarcastically, looking like he was confident of what he had done.

Indeed, in his eyes, Uesugi Kiyoshi's harsh words just now were just whining.

This snake god is one of the oldest beings in this country and has countless followers. Even if it is just one of his eight incarnations, it is not easy to deal with.

Even though he has been suppressed for so many years and sealed by Buddhist practitioners, he is still in the dream mirror. His ability to instinctively control souls has not shown any signs of weakening.

More and more snake demon enslaved souls appeared, staring at Uesugi Kiyoshi covetously.

It seemed that as long as he showed a flaw, these souls would rush over and tear him into pieces.

"Just like this, your soul is devoured by me, your body is taken away by me, and your [luck] is accepted by me."

"And this power to kill gods!"

The snake demon incarnation is already declaring victory.

As he spoke, the pitch-black silk threads raged in Uesugi Kiyoshi's pupils again. The snake demon used all its strength. Uesugi Kiyoshi's thinking was strongly disturbed, and the desire for brutality and bloodlust rose in his heart. The feeling of sinking that he had not felt for a long time was about to rekindle.