Spell Return: Unlock eight special skills at the beginning

The anger of shame burned in his heart.

"Don't worry, Ryuichi, Hooka will be sent to you by my family tomorrow. The patriarch of the Zen monastery looked at Jia Maoya triumphantly.

"I don't seem to have anything to do with the Zen family, and the reason why I still have the surname Zen is because this is the only thing my parents left me. "

"You don't have any other ideas, otherwise I don't mind, in the future, in this world, there is only one Zen temple!!"

Long Yi's voice was cold, his eyes were like electricity, and he didn't have a good impression of the Zen family.

No matter how upside down the other party is, it is difficult for him to raise the slightest compassion.

After saying this, without waiting for others to react, a ghostly light suddenly appeared on his body, like a streamer, breaking through the sky.

"Tomorrow I want to see what I want to see, otherwise...."

His words did not finish the deep meaning, but it was indeed listened to by everyone~ .

A moment after Ryuichi left.

The arena fell into a long silence -.

"Academy, I hope to get your explanation at the end. Jia Maoya glanced heavily at the depths of the academy, and in this way, he disguised his embarrassment.

"Ahem, cough, cough~ Everyone, everything that happened in the sky, we, Tokyo Academy, will give a satisfactory explanation to the three families. "

"However, the old body and Lord Tian Yuan still have some important things to discuss, so I won't leave you behind!"

The melodious voice slowly came from the deepest part of the academy, and everyone who heard it felt as if their whole body had become more relaxed, and even their souls seemed to have been baptized.

"Old Fox~"

The thoughts of the elders of the three royal families were surprisingly the same.

...............

Woo woo ~ ~

Quack Quack ~~~

The strange cries of the crows and the wails of the dead seem to be the leitmotif of everything.

Anyone who hears that voice will feel a little chilling.

In the middle of a cold and deep canyon.

Countless crows flew all over the sky.

Black feathers rained down in the sky. 、

With every step the man in black takes, a crow falls behind him.

Smack!

Smack!!

Bang!

Every land he walked through was covered with the corpses of crows.

It's like a road to death piled up with life.

This valley is one of the most famous places in the whole of Fuso.

Suicide Valley.

Every year, more than 3,000 people from Fuso come to see the valley and commit suicide.

The way they die is bizarre.

But without exception, all of these humans have one thing in common, that is, they all disappeared.

What's even more bizarre is that there is not the slightest scar.

It's as if these humans never had any internal organs... There are countless legends about it, and even countless hunters have come to visit the mist-covered Death Canyon.

But somehow.

Death Canyon is exceptionally quiet tonight.

The man in black walked along the slender path of the canyon, and every step he took represented the fall of a life.

Finally. 、

He stopped in front of a log cabin.

The black mana power on his body continued to surge, and an ominous aura slowly emanated from his body.

It's like it's calling for something.

Crunch~

The dilapidated wooden gate let out an overwhelmed scream.

A diminutive old man walked out of the hut.

The old man was naked.

Slowly walked in front of the man in black.

Looking at the group of crows behind him, who had already covered the ground with corpses, he pursed his mouth.

"Fool me with this kind of thing again~"

The old man's voice was like friction coming from a dilapidated blower, and goosebumps couldn't help but rise.

He crouched on the ground and pulled out a pipe at random.

Mei Zizi took a sip.

But if you look closely, you will see that it is not a pipe at all, but a human head that has been reduced countless times, with a bone knuckle, which he sucks in his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes, as if with a bit of enjoyment.

On the path of death formed by the crow, the translucent aura was quickly gathered in mid-air, and quickly approached the old man's pipe.

"Yarrow, I hope you can help me, we have a chance in this era. The man in black sat down beside the old man, and the voice came from the crow on his shoulder.

The old man did not look at him, but tapped the ground lightly with his pipe.

"Help, the plan of the Eight Snakes and the Two-Faced Servants? "

"Plan this, calculate that, what do you think of yourself. "

"I've been impatient since a thousand years ago. The old man said with a little complaint in his tone, taking another puff of his cigarette.

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"Didn't you have a big plan before?

"Well~ That guy from the Gojo family is even more perverted than the Gojo one used to be, and in this generation, there is a monster that is not weaker than him. "

"Yarrow, think about it, we are the real human beings, how many years has this world been occupied by disgusting worms, we should be the masters of this world. "

The man in black took off his hood.

His true colors were revealed.

That face is actually eight points similar to Gojo Satoru, with silver hair and blue eyes, sword eyebrows and star pupils.

"Lies, how many years have you used this body. Yarrow didn't respond directly to his attitude, but looked at the man in black, as if he was remembering something.

.............

Liar, who was called the man in black, touched his cheek with his left hand and gently rubbed it a few times.

"I don't know, I've lived too long. But I'm still young compared to you, the oldest of the spell spirits, and you're really not willing to help us?"

"As long as you join, our plan will definitely succeed, and I have different purposes from the Eight Miscellaneous Snake and the Two-Faced Sufu. "

"I want to resurrect the king of all spells, who has been asleep for too long, forgotten by the world for too long. "

"Yarrow, don't you want to resurrect your brother?"

Yarrow didn't speak, just put the cigarette tube on the ground, and the red magic on his body clung to his body like a spider web, and two sharp horns appeared on his head.

A red line rose from the corner of his eye.

"Hehe~ Lies, you guy was born in the lies of human beings, deceiving everything, you are different from all pure spells, you can even deceive yourself. "

"But this is the only thing I believe in you. "

"Because nothing in this world can be deceived...."

"Death !!"

Since the birth of human beings, they have been constantly afraid of everything they do not know.

Endless negative emotions are constantly increasing, and the horror born from those negative emotions is the spell spirit.

And the most primitive and deepest fear of human beings will always have only one, that is, the complete end of life.

The eternal pain of parting,

and the unpredictable panic of the afterlife.

Death!!is the deepest fear!!long!_

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