After the blood thorn killed one person, a layer of red mist formed around me, which was murderous.
It makes me look like a murderous god.
The second uncle and Huang Jiu on the side were frightened by this powerful murderous aura and did not dare to come close.
Seeing this, the other seven ninjas shouted in island language and attacked me at the same time.
When the ninja moved, my body moved.
The speed is comparable to that of the Ink Hermit.
Although I can't control my body, I can clearly feel every movement, down to the traces of blood thorns drawing and piercing.
The masculine energy erupting from the blood thorns suppressed the yin and yang energy of the ninja.
The next second, I really saw what martial arts in the world are, only fast ones can't be broken.
Less than a second.
The seven ninjas stopped and maintained their final posture to take action.
I also stopped. The terrifying murderous aura quickly faded away, followed closely by fatigue.
Tired as never before.
It seemed that just that second had consumed all my energy.
When I collapsed on the ground, seven ninjas fell to the ground one after another.
Their souls have been destroyed, and they are so dead that they can no longer die.
I sat cross-legged on the ground and circulated my mind. After the Tao Qi circulated for several weeks, the pain in my body was relieved.
When my second uncle saw me opening my eyes, he came over and asked, "Was it possessed by the Sky Killer just now?"
I nodded.
Thinking back to what happened just now, I feel frightened.
Because at that moment, I completely lost control of my body.
At that moment, even if I was facing a relative of mine, as long as he was judged by blood thorns, I couldn't control myself and would still kill him.
I told me how I felt just now, and my second uncle frowned slightly, "It's a bit too much to take the spotlight instead of the host."
"But since they recognize you as their master, they won't seize your body."
One hundred and eight divine generals, all of them are righteous men and cannot do anything to seize their lives.
I'm worried about Xiao Cui.
When the second uncle heard this, he smiled and patted me on the shoulder and said, "You can worry about other things, but worrying about Xiao Cui is a bit unnecessary."
"In a real fight, one hundred and eight divine generals working together may not be enough to defeat Xiao Cui."
I don't quite agree with my uncle's statement.
Xiaocui is a true god, and he has also stepped into the supreme realm.
But she is only a god in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. If she steps out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, she will definitely be restricted.
And the one hundred and eight generals are faintly evolving in the direction of true souls.
How strong is the true soul?
The little-footed girl is an example. A scare can scare her directly from the realm of exploring the underworld to the realm of coming out of the world.
Moreover, that doesn't seem to be her upper limit.
I asked my second uncle: "Can the blood thorn be returned to Mr. Song now?"
The second uncle was stunned for a moment, "Are you out of your mind? This kind of artifact is beyond the reach of others, but you want to return it?"
I nodded.
There were altars in the mountains, and the entire forest was soaked with blood. Among the countless dead souls, who can guarantee that there are not one or two innocent people among them?
If Blood Thorn judges Xiao Cui...
I'm not afraid that she won't be able to defeat the 108 generals, but I don't want my body to be controlled by the blood thorn one day, and I will stand on the opposite side of Xiaocui and take action against her.
Seeing my insistence, the second uncle nodded and said: "You can give it back, but Song Lai will probably seal it, and then the blood thorn will not be able to grow. What a pity for a magical weapon!"
I put the blood thorn back into the leather case and handed it to my second uncle: "Please help me return it to Mr. Song."
The second uncle thought I was talking about the future, but he didn’t expect me to give him the blood stab right now. He was stunned for a moment and said, “You can take it with you now!”
I shook my head.
It has become out of control, and it is growing extremely fast. I don’t know if I will encounter Xiaocui again and it will lose control.
Since there are hidden dangers, it is natural to eliminate them at the initial stage.
The second uncle sighed regretfully and suddenly asked me: "If Xiaocui becomes a murderous demon in the future, will you stand firmly by her side?"
"Maybe!" I couldn't give a definite answer.
But in my heart, I already have the answer.
The only person who can accompany me until I grow old is Xiaocui.
I'm not with her.
Who else can be by her side?
The second uncle saw what I was thinking, patted my shoulder and said: "I will return the blood prick to Old Cripple Song for you. I will ask for her opinion on the little female ghost inside. If she is willing to follow you, then I will Bring it back for you!"
I nodded.
The blood thorn is very good, and it is also a token of the head of the Song family.
But no matter how good it is, it doesn't belong to me.
I can't stand the justice of one hundred and eight generals.
I am afraid that I will let down Song Lao Lai and let down the trust of the 108 generals.
The second uncle took it, and the blood thorn buzzed and vibrated in the leather sheath, as if trying to persuade him to stay.
The second uncle has no skills, so he will not be counterattacked by it.
I reached out and touched her gently, saying my final goodbyes.
Huang Jiudao: "In the future, I'm afraid you will never meet such a treasure again!"
I stood up, not disappointed because I gave up the blood thorn, but felt more relaxed than ever before.
Because sometimes, justice, like morality, is a prison.
What's more, even without the constraints of blood thorns, I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, nor will I become indifferent to right from wrong.
What I want is the freedom to follow my heart and my own judgment.
I changed the topic and asked my second uncle: "By the way, second uncle, what is the background of Fang Henshao? That night you went after the Xu family, and he came to us again, and he can also touch the blood thorns."
The second uncle said: "There are countless Taoist magic arts, but there are only two types of magic that can really be called magic arts. The second one is called Wanxiang Magic."
"Young master Fang Hen learned the art of all things. He can imitate anyone's breath, voice, and even skills. You should be careful when you meet him in the future, don't let him fool you."
Um?
I just said that when Fang Henshao was kicked away by his second uncle, his breath and manner of speaking looked like Aunt Su Yimei.
It turns out that I can imitate others.
I asked curiously: "Second uncle, what is the number one thaumaturgy?"
The second uncle patted his butt and stood up and said, "Where do you get so many children? Why? Go back and ask your wife in a few days."
The second uncle gathered the ninja corpses together and prepared to burn the corpses with talismans.
I quickly took out my mobile phone and took pictures of several people's faces, planning to show it to Tang Guoli when I got back.
Our country is now powerful. Even if the ninjas of Sakura Island have wings, it will not be easy for them to fly in.
With the photos, Tang Guoli could probably find out the channels through which these people came and went.
While my second uncle and I were disposing of the bodies, Huang Jiu had already taken out the old man and the young man and continued to tie them to the wooden stakes.
Huang Jiu pointed at the corpse of the ninja and said sadly: "Did you see it? It's because of your gangs that the people of Sakura Island dare to cause chaos on the land of Kyushu. If your ancient tribe did something to help people, would they dare to be so arrogant?"
Looking at the people on Sakura Island, the old man and the young man rarely spoke.
I believe that if they knew the whereabouts of the ninja, they would definitely not stand idly by.
Because we were born on this land and love this land equally deeply.
