I am a godslayer, not your hero.

Xian Juanguang frowned and circled around the sound of the string.

"Strange, to have such spiritual power, he must have been trained or have a high concentration of divine blood. How could that be possible?"

"Any questions?"

Xian Juanguang said calmly: "Whether it is divine blood or spiritual power, it will not increase your life span. If you want to use your spiritual power to do evil, it will damage your luck."

"Under such circumstances, psychics around the world gradually came to a consensus - apprentices who delve into the ways of magic should shoulder the 'obligations of noble men'. This is not only about inheriting mysterious techniques and knowledge, but also about using themselves as shields to protect the people when society is facing a crisis."

"Even in the corrupt temple of gods, Onmyoji will abide by this code."

"Why don't you want to take responsibility?"

Hearing this, Mingxian immediately started to think.

The key words were found here.

The power of the spell will not increase one's lifespan, and it can even prevent one from doing evil, otherwise one's luck will be damaged.

Is this the kind of world where the stronger the cursed power, the more severe the suppression from heaven and earth?

Or……

This world is the same as the world where the original story takes place. There exists a high and mighty god of fate who holds the fate of all living beings in his hands and decides the fate of everyone?

However, Mingxian did figure out one thing.

“No wonder the concentration of divine blood in his heart can make the gods admire him, but he has never received any related practice.” Mingxian murmured.

Xian Juanguang said calmly: "If Xiaoxin embarks on the path of evil, he will have to face supernatural phenomena. If it is ordinary, it will be fine. But if he encounters something related to gods, he will die immediately."

"Just like this time."

At this point, he paused, and continued, "There are still many people in Japan who have divine blood and talent but have not practiced. During the World War, Tokyo even became a safe haven for descendants of gods who wanted to stay away from the devil."

Hearing this, Mingxian pointed at his hair.

"Is it because of divine blood that Japan has so many colorful hair colors?"

Xianjuan Guang nodded.

"I thought it was caused by some superpower." Mingxian complained.

Then he changed the subject.

"You just mentioned something related to gods. Are you talking about the God of Disobedience?"

Xianjuan Guang nodded: "It's rare that you know the God of Disobedience. From the records of magicians in various parts of the world, we know that the God of Disobedience has rarely set foot on earth since four hundred years ago."

“Only the thunder from the sky falls from time to time, accompanied by the spread of the blood of God.”

"Some people suspect that it is because the moment the gods set foot on earth, they encountered heavenly punishment, causing their divine power to escape and turn mortals into descendants of gods."

"However, starting from one hundred and fifty years ago, the God of Disobedience occasionally appeared, and each time it caused quite a commotion."

“It seems to have gotten more serious over the years.”

Xianjuan Guang shook his head, seeming very worried.

Ming Xian almost understood the worldview of this world. Four hundred years ago, the Gods of Disobedience were destroyed by some force. When they died, the dissipated power led to the spread of God's blood. Many humans obtained the God's blood and became descendants of gods.

However, under the laws of the world, practicing will not increase one's lifespan, and even if one gains power one cannot do whatever one wants.

And because of the moral requirements of the mysterious side, it is necessary to face the huge crisis.

Many descendants of gods do not have such a high level of awareness, so they choose to stay away from supernatural powers.

Because of the two world wars, many descendants of gods chose to immigrate to peaceful Japan. Because of the Genmaki family, this country has maintained a national policy of peaceful diplomacy for many years, and has become a place where many descendants of gods live in peace.

"If a person is contaminated with the power of a god at death, he will obtain the blood of the god." Ming Xian suddenly asked: "Then do you know what a person will get after killing a god?"

Xian Juanguang looked at him blankly.

“You will gain power.”

Mingxian said softly.

Wow!

Countless pieces of paper fell from the sky.

Not Agito: Chapter 10: Paper-cut Soldiers

From the sky, countless pieces of paper fell to the earth like light snowflakes.

These papers are colorful, as gorgeous as rainbows, but without a single word on them. They float down slowly and finally touch the earth lightly. At that moment, a faint green smoke rises up, like ghosts from the underworld dancing.

As the smoke spread, blurry human figures gradually became clearer, as if they were born from nothingness, or came through the cracks of another world.

Countless paper figures stood on the vast beach, exuding a faint yin energy.

There were so many of these paper figures that in the blink of an eye, they exceeded a thousand. They were densely packed all over the beach, like an endless sea of paper, magnificent and majestic.

In the sky, a green figure emerged. She had very long hair and her head was shrouded in clouds, looking very huge.

"Hello again, novice warrior."

The voice of Lady of the Nine Heavens, like an oriole, rang out.

"Your mission as my tool to avenge Miroku has come to an end. Now I will personally eliminate you."

Hearing this, Ming Xian curled his lips and smiled: "What a condescending statement, but sending out some paper figures and hiding yourself, don't you think too much of me?"

The Lady of the Nine Heavens said with a smile: "I think it is enough to deal with a newborn."

Ming Xian: “…”

Before it was called a newborn warrior, but now it is simply shortened to just newborn.

Did this goddess do this on purpose?

Lady Jiu Tian Xuan Nu continued, "If you can defeat my followers, I wouldn't mind playing with you in person after I'm resurrected."

Having said that, there is nothing more to say.

Mingxian slowly moved forward.

Xian Juanguang took action first. He quickly turned around and faced the phantom of the Queen Mother of the West, while protecting Mingxian behind him.

"Unknown goddess, isn't it too much of a loss of divine grace to deal with a child in such a high-profile manner?"

Ming Xian: “…”

Jiutian Xuannv: "..."

The man and the god were speechless for a moment.

Why is this person adding drama to himself?

The Queen Mother of the West didn't bother to pay attention to Xian Juanguang, an ordinary person with some divine blood, and just chanted the spell in a plain manner.

"Xu Xu Ling Ling, Supreme Jade Purity, help the needy and the needy, cut paper into soldiers, three souls return to the left, seven spirits return to the right, quickly stand up and obey my orders."

These paper soldiers do not eat or drink, do not speak, and are not harmed by any earthly weapons. They advance and retreat in an orderly manner, charge into battle, and completely obey the control of their masters.

The steps are light and powerful, as if they were those of a ghost dancer from the underworld.

The paper soldiers rushed towards Mingxian with weapons in hand.

Xian Juanguang saw this scene, took a deep breath, and said quickly: "Go find Xin quickly and leave here. I will hold back these paper soldiers."

As he spoke, Genmaki Hikaru's eyes were determined, and he grabbed the remaining weapons of the armor, while recalling the method that the Onmyoji had said.

Turn bullets into a method that can kill mythical lives.

"Get out of the way."

Mingxian grabbed Xianjuanguang's shoulders, threw him behind him, and then stepped forward.

Gene lock, second order.

open!

The thought was filled with energy and transformed into magic power, which issued commands to the huge curse power in the body. The curse power flowed towards authority, and the usurped divine power flowed throughout the body.

The paper soldier's sword gleamed coldly as it ruthlessly chopped towards the sounding strings.

Clang!

A deafening sound of clashing swords echoed.

Mingxian suddenly raised his right arm to block the paper soldier's sharp blade.

The moment the upper arm touched, black spread from the contact point of the arm and the blade. The color was so deep, as if the night sky swallowed up the stars, or like the feathers of a phoenix that had just been reborn from an endless sea of fire.

This miraculous transformation is not just a change of color, but also a transformation of the essence of life.

The black color quickly devoured every inch of Ming Xian's skin. His clothes were first burned to a scorched yellow, and then turned into molten iron and were reshaped, like a work of art in the hands of a craftsman. After millions of times of hammering, it finally became a shocking masterpiece.

Mingxian's body changed, every inch of flesh and blood turned into steel.

The outline of the muscles is faintly visible, as if countless dragon scales are attached to the body, forming this body.

A pair of eyes turned into red gems, bronze horns stood proudly from the top of the head, and the bronze body, as strong as an ancient oak tree, stood firmly on the ground.

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"what!"

The strings were pierced through the clouds and split the rocks, making the air around them tremble.

The teeth had completely turned into silver-gray metal, sharp and neat, like the fangs of an ancient behemoth.

The iron hand grabbed the paper soldier and tore it apart with its sharp teeth.

呲————

Confetti flew up in an instant.

His head lowered, and the steel on both sides of his jaw slowly closed, concealing the sharp teeth that were powerful enough to tear apart a storm, but it could not hide the indomitable will and wild power emanating from the depths of his soul.

The body turned into a living "sword".

Not only the body, but even the clothes turned into bronze armor.

Matter that is touched will also be transformed into steel weapons.

Ming Xian threw a punch at the paper soldier, and the paper man shattered into pieces, just like a fragile dream shattered by the iron fist of reality, with paper scraps flying everywhere.

Then, thousands of paper soldiers seemed to have received an invisible command. They regrouped and transformed into a mighty army, carrying an endless breath of coldness and death, and rushed towards Mingxian.

boom!boom!

Countless weapons carrying sinister energy fell like lightning, and arrows rained down like rain, dense and swift, each one trying to penetrate the iron body.

However, to him, all these attacks were nothing more than a sudden rainstorm on a summer afternoon. Although fierce, they were not enough to shake him at all.

Ming Xian controlled the magic power and sent it toward his arms.

The cursed power immediately flowed out and gathered in his right arm according to his will.

A sharp metal blade suddenly grew out.

Zheng!

Ming Xian swung his arm, and the sharp blade was like the scythe of the god of death. Wherever it passed, the paper soldiers broke into pieces. Their bodies were easily cut apart, just like delicate paper-cut artworks, shattered under the brutal force.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of paper soldiers disappeared.

All that was left were scattered pieces of paper and a strange laugh that lingered in the air for a long time.

"Hehehe!"

Amid the eerie laughter of the paper soldiers, countless paper soldiers were suddenly flattened by invisible giant hands and turned into a piece of thin paper. The paper was blown up into the sky by the cold wind and changed rapidly as if they were tied into new shapes.

One after another huge snakes appeared.

As soon as these giant paper snakes appeared, they opened their mouths and spit out lightning, fire, and cold air at Ming Xian, as if they wanted to wipe him out completely.

Countless attacks came towards Ming Xian, but could not shake him at all.

Fierce!

A raging fire started to burn, and Yin fire burned on the paper soldiers' bodies. The raging fire from the underworld did not have a trace of warmth, but instead brought a chill that froze everything around it.

Xian Juanguang looked at this scene and couldn't help but shudder.