In the mist, there seemed to be a breath boiling and burning.
Under the bloody sunset, it was the time when people in Dongying were said to encounter demons.
But for the countless beings who are ready to move in the darkness, today will be an important moment for them to announce their return.
Purple lightning flashed across the sky, and thunderclouds rolled.
The ubiquitous sunset rays seem to become two poles of the world. On one side, there is a cloudless sky, and on the other side, there are dark clouds covering the sky and thunder rolling.
The extraordinary circle of Kyoto Imperial were also surprised by the terrifying aura that gathered together.
At the next moment, the door to Ye Zhonghuo was opened.
A man walked out slowly, looking at the countless ghostly creatures in the shadows, a world that ordinary people couldn't see at all, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.
...
"What a strong smell..."
In the room of the Daomo sect, the leader of the Daomo sect, Daomo Longyi, smiled and looked at the countless disaster clouds gathering on the sky.
It was a force that would make his heart palpitate.
Even...not weaker than the gods!
"I don't know which guy did it."
"It seems that the Nakiri clan and those guys are going to have a headache..."
As if he thought of something, Dao Molong sneered, continued to cross his legs and began to chant the scriptures of their lineage.
Not far away, a figure covered in black mist began to struggle and wailed silently as the scriptures appeared, but was ignored by Dao Molong.
...
"It's the breath of hundreds of ghosts."
Also in the corner of Kyoto Imperial Palace, the huge aura under the sunset shook the entire Kyoto Imperial Palace's barrier energy, but it seemed to perfectly complete the barrier of Kyoto Imperial Palace.
The tall man who was drinking showed a look of surprise.
Many years ago, the bond between Kyoto Imperial and Eastern Sakura was set by an Onmyoji who was the most talented among the three imperial gods and humans.
But no one knows that, apart from these human gods, the former master of hundreds of ghosts, with his unparalleled talent, is also the creator of these barriers.
The existence of hundreds of ghosts has also contributed to the stability of these barriers.
Light and shadow rotate, heaven and earth change into yin and yang. If the barrier wants to exist for a long time, naturally it cannot let go of the power of the dark side.
But since the death of the Lord of One Hundred Ghosts, the true power of these city barriers has not appeared again for a long time, and loopholes have gradually appeared in the protection of the barriers.
To this day, that power has once again inspired the shadow side in various cities in Tokyo, completely making up for the shortcomings of the Kyoto Imperial Barrier.
"It seems..."
"It's indeed a sign of great times."
"Even the Hundred Ghosts are coming back..."
The position is different. Back then, the man designed and killed the leader of the Hundred Demons. This man also played a role. But now he is in another position. The Hundred Demons once again have a leader and can protect Dongying's safety. .
For him, it is a better thing.
Even sharing the night of Kyoto Royal and even Tozakura is not an unacceptable thing.
"But...the next battle between humans and gods is the key."
"It's time for those guys in Dongying to clean up."
A trace of murderous thoughts flashed in his eyes, echoing the flashing thunder in the sky, and integrating his terrifying aura into the quiet courtyard.
The few people guarding outside the courtyard felt a sudden increase in pressure and looked at each other in confusion.
I don’t know what on earth that adult had in mind to get so angry.
...
"Martial Saint..."
"Old man, this step of yours is not something that ordinary people can take, right?"
In Liangshan Park, an uninvited guest unexpectedly came today. However, he seemed not to realize that he was unwelcome. Instead, he sat carelessly on the main seat and looked at Hayato of Fenglin Temple opposite, showing a smile like an evil ghost. .
"Compared to you, at least it's more than most people can hope for."
"At least the integration of movement and stillness is a stage above the master level for martial artists."
"As for whether you can condense your own boxing intention, connect your spirit, make heaven and man one, cleanse your marrow and cut away your hair, it all depends on opportunity."
"Who can reach this point by chance?"
Facing the rudeness of the visitor, Fengrinji Hayato didn't show much dissatisfaction. As for doubting that his method could not really work, that was normal.
Is there a 100% replicable path for everyone to reach this point?
In fact, beyond the master level, the method of integrating the energy of movement and stillness can already allow many master-level experts to go one step further.
As for truly approaching the level of Martial Saint, it depends on each person's understanding and luck.
The guidance given by Fuulinji Hayato was just a direction.
"You came to me probably not for these things..."
"Tell me what's wrong."
Others don't know the details of Yujiro Noma, but Hayato Fuurenji is very aware of this guy's unprofitability.
"I want to participate in the next battle between humans and gods!"
Not feeling embarrassed at all to have his thoughts exposed, Yujiro Fanma spoke seriously.
There was a hint of shrewdness in Hayato's eyes as he looked at Fengrinji.
At this time, Feng Linji Hayato didn't understand that Fanma Yujiro was looking for him. He was looking for that boy Zhao Fuyu.
Just as his thoughts flashed across his mind, suddenly a terrifying aura as powerful as a tornado spread from Ye Zhonghuo's side, and even Liangshanbo was affected.
Hayato of Fenglin Temple, who was as powerful as the Martial Saint, had to rush all his energy and blood to dispel the cold aura and envelope the entire Liangshanbo with a warm aura.
But at this moment, his eyes flashed as he looked towards Ye Zhonghuo, revealing a hint of surprise.
"That is..."
"Hundred Ghosts?!"
On the contrary, Fanma Yujiro was not surprised at all, and looked at Ye Zhonghuo with an expression that he had finally started.
"That kid has always disliked not having his own power and intelligence network in his hands."
"It looks like he finally took action."
"Hundred Ghosts... is a very good target."
Miu Furinji and Kenichi Shirahama, who came in because they felt something was wrong, also looked surprised when they heard Yujiro Noma's words.
"What do you mean?"
"This power is..."
"Chef Buyeo?"
Fuulinji Hayato seemed to have thought of this too.
"It is a crime to possess a jade. It is better to have power than not."
"Besides, Baigui Zhong is a force with a good reputation. Now it depends on Zhao Fuyu whether he can control this force well."
...
"I originally wanted to hand over Totsuki Academy to him..."
"Now it seems that others think earlier and further than me."
Next to Nakiri Senzaemon was Erina, and the two of them were also looking at the terrible tornado from a distance.
'Ghost soup...'
'This boy has already shown his ambition! '
After a while, the unforgettable soup dish appeared again, and Nakiri Senzaemon's expression became more solemn.
But Nakiri Erina showed a smile.
...
His appearance remained unchanged, but his extremely heroic and wild demeanor was completely different from his usual self.
If he didn't look exactly the same, no one would recognize Zhao Fuyu on the street now.
Wearing simple daily attire, facing the hundreds of ghosts each exuding ominous auras among the clouds and thunder.
His expression was calm, and there was an arrogance that looked down on the world.
It seems that this kind of Zhao Fuyu is his truest self, the kind of arrogance that goes deep into his bones, he despises princes and despises gods.
"I am the lord of all ghosts!"
A short sentence, as if it were taken for granted, without soliciting the opinions of the hundreds of ghosts gathered now.
Instead, he directly announced his identity.
However, the hundreds of ghosts present turned away from the hustle and bustle of the past, leaving only endless silence.
Even a big demon like the Daitengu just looked at Zhao Fuyu quietly, as if he was exploring whether he could bear the responsibility of this role.
"I shall be the Emperor of the Night, and I will not obey orders!"
"Those who violate the order..."
"No forgiveness!!"
A cloud and dragon pattern appeared on the back of his left hand. Zhao Fuyu stood with his hands behind his back in the last red glow of the setting sun, as if a piece of blood had been shed.
The sound of a cold and decisive voice was tantamount to announcing the beginning of a bloody killing.
However, for these Hundred Ghosts, only such a leader is worthy of their following, enough to once again make the Hundred Ghosts supremely famous.
The mountains roared and the tsunami roared, and all the ghosts chanted together.
Accompanied by the sound of the ground shaking, all the ghosts who came into view bowed down in unison.
Pay homage to the new Lord of the Hundred Demons.
"Respect the Ghost Lord's order!"
"No!" "No!" "No!"
(The final volume of Kyoto Royal: Lord of One Hundred Demons)
