The almost endless "curse power of the sky" continuously poured into Noctua Zhengdao's body, completely defeating his original spell.
You must know that the method for a conjurer to utilize the power of a spell is to rely on almost naturally occurring spells to activate and master them.
However, Gojo Satoru's power actually completely dissipated the magic mark in his body. This made Noctua Masami show a horrified look. However, he soon noticed something, and the uneasiness in his eyes gradually changed. It became incredible.
"This power..."
"The spell did not dissipate, but..."
As soon as Noctua Moth thought about it, he seemed to be able to condense the technique at any time and anywhere.
It's as if the technique doesn't disappear within the body, but is completely and completely branded into the body!
"What's the new power?"
"Of course it's more than that."
Gojo Satoru's expression finally showed a trace of solemnity at this time.
“The key to this power is the ability to step outside the established framework.”
"We will not fall into the predetermined fate..."
The extremely calm words revealed a fact that made Noctua Zhengdao's hair stand on end.
Thinking of Tian Yuan, and those high-ranking magicians who seemed like cold sculptures, the principal of the 'Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic', a first-level magician who once hoped to join the ranks of special-level magicians, had no choice but to admit.
Perhaps the world of magic has already fallen into an unstoppable reincarnation.
"So, can your power liberate that destined destiny?"
The heavy voice of Noctua Zhengdao sounded.
Gojo Satoru showed a look of wistful thinking.
"I don't know either, but at least... this will be a brand new hope!"
"And spreading this hope makes hope stronger and stronger, and you can always see the truth of fate that stops everything!"
"What's more, now I also have a target. Maybe he knows a corner of the truth..."
Hearing that someone actually knew the deepest secret of the world, Noctua Zhengdao couldn't help but be startled, and then asked.
"Who is that?"
Under the blindfold, a sharp light flashed in the blue eyes.
It also gave the words coming out of his mouth a hint of unspeakable energy.
"Liang Mian Su Nuo!"
...
Looking at Gojo Satoru across from him, Hisato Hiroyuki thought about many possibilities, but this was indeed the first time he knew about this possibility.
"You want me to give up control of my body and release Liangmian Sunuo?"
After confirming again that his class teacher was not talking nonsense, Hisuhito looked puzzled.
After learning about the situation in the magic world, he also made up for a lot of things, especially the information about Liang Mian Su Nuo.
This was the strongest cursed king thousands of years ago, and after his death, he turned into the most powerful cursed spirit.
For such a terrifying existence, even if it is sealed, part of its body is separated and sealed. It is precisely because its whole body is too powerful, and the parts that can break bones and raise ashes are destroyed.
What cannot be destroyed must be sealed with all its strength.
It's still so terrifying after thousands of years, and you can see how powerful Liang Miansu Nuo is.
Even when they first met, Gojo Satoru easily suppressed the two sides of Su Nuo, but it was better not to let such a monster out. After all, no one knew how many trump cards the cursed king had from a thousand years ago.
You must know that it was an existence that the entire world of magic had no choice but to do anything about!
A figure comparable to gods and demons.
"Don't be too surprised. Although Liangmian Sunuo is very strong, your teacher and I..."
"Not weak either!"
Slightly tapping his eye mask, Gojo Satoru had a smile on his lips.
"Just getting back two fingers of Liang Mian Su Nuo is not enough to make me feel that I need to take it seriously."
"The key to me asking him to come out this time is to ask some things. Perhaps only a guy like him who has touched the extremes of the world can know some secrets!"
He touched his chin sheepishly.
"Although after some time, I will probably know, but I can't suppress my curiosity..."
"So, Hisuhito-kun, can you help the teacher with this?"
The smiling look made it impossible to feel any anger, but at the next moment, a hand went directly through the heart of Yujin Polygonatum japonica and squeezed it violently.
After a soft sound of 'pop' was heard in the air.
His face was full of surprise, and his face was stained with blood. He had already fallen into a pool of blood, with a big hole in his heart.
The broken heart was casually discarded by Gojo Satoru.
Looking at the completely soundless Knotweed Hisahito in the pool of blood, he remained expressionless and just sighed.
"We are so familiar with each other, why do we need to pretend we have never seen him before?"
"Su Nuosang!"
The moment his words fell, the entire world seemed to be controlled by a force, and the original ground was replaced by a reflected lake.
Hishito Kizumi, who was lying in a pool of blood, stood up suddenly and stood in front of Gojo Satoru. The part of his face that originally looked like a tattoo actually had a pair of eyes again.
"Jie Jie!"
"I never thought you would wake me up in this way!"
"What an interesting junior!"
The original perseverance and sunny face were replaced by an unruly and evil aura.
They both have the same face, but they seem to be two completely different people, and Gojo Satoru knows very well that today's Knotweed Hisahito is no longer that young man, but was cursed by the most powerful curser from thousands of years ago, the most powerful person known today. The powerful special-level curse spirit Duangsu Nuo occupies the body.
Glancing at the field formed by the spread of the magic around him, Gojo Satoru didn't feel the slightest bit panicked.
Instead, he chuckled.
"Doesn't it feel good to be punched back?"
Hearing this, Liang-Mian Sunuo, who looked down upon the world and was extremely unruly, turned visibly darkened.
"If it weren't for the fact that my cultivation level is now less than 30%, how about you?"
Liangmian Sunuo knew that he was no match for Gojo Satoru now, but he did not fall behind at all.
Because he is extremely confident in himself, if he were in his prime, even the most powerful Gojo family would not be his opponent!
"I can also give you this opportunity. If Hisahito finds all of your fingers, I can release you again and let you show all the abilities of the strongest curse master a thousand years ago."
'interesting! '
This was what Liangmian Sunuo thought at the first moment. He didn't care about Gojo Satoru's challenge. Instead, it was his deep-seated self-confidence that made Sunuo's fighting spirit boil.
"What do you want?"
But he also knew very well that nothing in the world would come without a price, let alone an offer that he simply could not refuse!
Hearing this question, Gojo Satoru's breath was no longer suppressed. The power was so huge that even Ryomian Sunuo found it unbelievable!
"I just want to know, did you come into contact with the truth when you were at your strongest?"
"That truth, the truth that controls the existence of spellcasters and spell spirits...what is it!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
