"Something is wrong."
Long Ye, who was far away from the Instinct Temple, heard the blood-curdling scream and immediately became vigilant.
He stepped on the Boots of Speed and dashed away, with Zhu Shawan following closely behind.
It was only when Long Ye broke through the monastery's door that he saw the tragic scene.
At this moment, the courtyard was already filled with corpses. What was strange was that all of them had died from beheading!
The few remaining people also fled as if they were possessed.
The samurai who had committed the crime was still standing in the middle of the courtyard, holding the scarlet tachi tightly.
Upon closer inspection, his hands were trembling. It was obvious that he had used too much strength and his body was out of control.
"Help, help!"
When the escapee saw Long Ye, it was as if he had grabbed onto a life-saving straw and ran over happily.
Unfortunately, before they could get close, they were sent flying by a flying handball.
"Master." Zhu Shawan grinned and licked his lips." His meat must be delicious."”
Although the dragon had also subdued two ghosts, it did not issue an order not to eat humans. Instead, it only ate people who were destined to die.
He wasn't a saint, and he didn't need Shipayu and Shisamaru to restrain their nature. He just needed to not kill.
Therefore, as the Dragon nodded, Zhu Shawan pounced forward.
"Haha, I'm so hungry!"
" I'm going to bite off your flesh and then chew your bones…"
Just as Zhu Shawan was getting excited, Long Ye waved his hand.
"Well, there's no need for the opening remarks.”
Zhu Shawan turned her head and saw a group of people huddled in the corner. They were more afraid of her than they were of Yao Dao.
"Heh."
Shifting his gaze to the samurai wielding the demon sword, Akasamaru smiled sinisterly and weighed the two handballs in his hand.
" Blood Ghost Spell, Critical Hit Handball!"
Before he could finish his sentence, the handball had already shot out like a missile straight at the warrior's head.
The terrifying speed even overturned bricks and tiles.
In a flash, the red-eyed swordsman turned the hilt of his sword.
With a horizontal cut from left to right, he cut off the ball without any suspense.
But was it really that simple?
"Bang!"
Two muffled sounds were heard. The handball that had been cut into four pieces was reversed and directly broke the warrior's ribs.
The warrior was on the verge of collapse, but he used the demon sword as a support point to hold on and not fall.
"Is that all?"
"I can't wait to taste your meat, haha…"
Hearing Zhu Yamaru's words, Dragon also facepalmed.
It was time to be disciplined.
If this continued…the Dragon would be targeted by the Ghost Slayer Team.
"Clang."
All of a sudden, the warrior's back leg kicked.
Invisible power bloomed in an instant, and he disappeared like a ghost.
In the next second, a head was already hanging on the blade of the demon sword.
"W-what?"
Looking at the samurai's blood-red eyes, Akamaru was stunned.
She watched helplessly as she was beheaded, not knowing what had happened.
The human head rolled to the side, and the dragon picked her up with a pout.
"Master…"
"No worries."
The Dragon placed her aside and touched the hilt of his sword.
This saber was the Sun Wheel Saber rewarded by the system. Although it was exceptionally sharp, it was far from being as handy as the Tang saber.
However, it was enough to kill ghosts.
That's right, it wasn't a demon blade at all, but…
A ghost leaning over a knife.
"Kid, is Fang Ren still in power?”
Facing Ryuya who was about to draw his sword, the samurai who was being controlled actually spoke.
The ancient voice caused Long Ye to be slightly startled.
Fang Ren? Wasn't that the emperor of Japan during the Warring States Period?
The samurai noticed that the dragon did not answer, so he continued to ask,""What year is it now?"
"Dazheng."
"Is that so?" The samurai lowered his head as if he was deep in thought." It seems like a long time has passed.”
Although the samurai was thirty years old, his voice sounded like an old man.
"Do you want my life too?"
The Dragon fell silent in the face of the warrior's question.
He had thought that it would be a ghost, but something seemed to have happened. The remnant consciousness in the demon sword had affected the samurai.
Or perhaps, the demon blade had swallowed the ghost.
"If you want it, the world can be given to you.”
"As long as…you help me kill."
The warrior spoke intermittently. In the next second, he suddenly gritted his teeth and his hatred surged.
"Kill all the descendants of Akira Mitsuhide.”
As the last word fell, the samurai suddenly brandished his demon sword, setting off an invincible sword light!
The furious warrior used all his strength as if he wanted to vent the anger in his heart.
"Wise Baldy, haha…"
The more the samurai spoke, the crazier he became. His movements were so fast that the naked eye could not see them clearly. Blood stained the blade, and the demon sword glowed with evil light.
Just as he was about to destroy the Temple of Instinct, a figure descended from the sky.
Following that, a green light shadow danced wildly.
It had scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, and a huge green mouth that emitted a dense pressure.
A dragon!
"Roar…"
With a deafening roar, the green dragon instantly swallowed the warrior.
"Wise Bald Man, Wise Bald Man…Ah!”
The unwilling wails became softer and softer until there was no sound.
The warrior fell, and the old soul disappeared.
The person riding the divine dragon grabbed the falling demon knife.
His face was young and unsmiling. His black hair was disheveled and his body was thin. He was wearing a black samurai suit and holding a silver samurai sword in his other hand.
The young man opened his indifferent eyes when he saw Long Ye.
"The Ghost Slayer is the Genji Tiancang.”
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