Chapter 679 Xiaokui, Take What You Can!

Colorful patches of color fill the surrounding environment, and those strong, conflicting colors wash around like a tide.

Such a bizarre scene created an atmosphere of indescribable fear.

Lu Yewu recited the meditation mantra silently in his heart, and the Bodhi beads on his wrist shone slightly.

The blessing of Mary surrounding Tsurumi also became slightly stronger. The emotions of joy and anger in the mist slowly intertwined and merged into a positive excitement attached to Tsurumi Aoi.

The environmental changes in the world in the painting have a great psychological impact on people. Although the two disciples of the Kamiya family each have their own ways to contend with it, they can only temporarily prevent their judgment and actions from being affected.

"Xiao Kui, that Liuli should be a desolate god."

Kanoya warned the junior sister next to him like this.

Xiaolu and Miss Yunju have learned the incense magic for a long time. Her extraordinary sense of smell strengthened by the incense skill is much stronger than the extraordinary vision Tsurumi gained just after crossing the threshold of "silk beating".

Therefore, she could keenly feel that the "glazed glass" that had just disintegrated did not dissipate.

The aura belonging to the other party still exists in the environment, almost filling the space where everyone is now, and is also attached to the surging waves of color, which is even stronger than before.

"Liu Li" seems to be everywhere.

Kanoya can now roughly guess that he and his junior sister are trapped in the "painted world" controlled by the painter.

As for "Liu Li", it is either the painting spirit or painting charm bred in that painting.

Or the painting itself.

Judging from the current changes in the surrounding environment, the latter is more likely.

And if Liuli is actually the world where everyone is now, then the damage caused to "her" by Xiaolu's team just now may be nothing at all.

So tricky.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, and your lovely companion. I originally didn't want to hurt you two. I am always tolerant towards pure and beautiful girls. So, you just need to be obedient and let it go. Why do you have to make a fuss? Now? Now, the picture scroll has gone crazy, and you all have to suffer."

The painter's voice sounded clearly from somewhere in the world of the painting, and then he coldly ordered:

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family can be injured, but as for the other girl... she can be killed!"

As the painter's order was conveyed, the world in the painting became more restless.

Those waves with strong colors converge and wash away, like a wild ocean of colorful colors and howling wind and waves.

Boom!

From all over the world in the painting, countless oil-painted water spheres rise and rise at the same time.

They are thick, colorful, noisy like bubbles in boiling water, and are deadly and dangerous at the same time.

Almost instantly, all the oil paint water balloons started to move.

Many light trails were drawn in the air, either straight lines or arcs, but the final targets were exactly the same, all heading towards Kanoya.

Xiaolu's heart was ringing with alarm bells.

However, with the help of Buddhism's mind-calming techniques, plus the blessings of Bodhi rosary beads, white-clothed Guanyin sutra stickers, and many props of Shengde Royal Incense Burner, I could barely maintain my state of mind and did not completely lose my position.

Wow!

Throwing out the imperial incense burner in his hand, the small and heavy incense burner flew out quickly, smashing into pieces a gorgeous oil-colored water ball in front of him.

Tsurumi Aoi, who was beside her, also stood up and slashed a water ball that was rushing towards the senior sister, splitting it in half.

Including Sanglang and Miyako, they are also doing their best to protect Kanoya.

If it was not possible, the little kappa would even want to stuff Luyeya into her turtle shell.

The only person in the audience who struggled to contribute was the red deer.

The little monster's eyes were anxiously spinning in its sockets, and it searched everywhere for the target, but it couldn't find where "Liu Li" and the painter were now. Without an actual object, there is no way to use the control method it is best at.

Although everyone is trying hard to defend themselves against the enemy, attacks from the world in the painting come one after another.

The crushed oil paint water balls splashed to the ground and would soon re-condensate.

Further away, new water balls will continue to rise.

Such an offensive would not give anyone any chance to breathe.

Kanoya and others were like being squeezed into a small boat and being thrown into a wild and turbulent ocean. Sometimes they were pushed to the top of the high waves, and sometimes they fell hard into the bottomless troughs. Just like this, he was swaying violently in the wind and waves, struggling alone, but unable to resist the terrifying power around him. Every bump in the surrounding environment seemed to tear everyone apart completely.

Moreover, the attacks in the scroll are not just those colorful water balls.

You can already see the colorful dots slowly connecting into lines in the distance and then converging into faces.

Several towering watercolor walls, like tsunami waves, quickly took shape. They were insurmountable and unstoppable. They seemed to be slapping towards Kanoya and the others in the next second!

Aragami is really not that easy to deal with and defeat.

Under such a situation, Xiaolu and the others could no longer find a way to break the situation with their own strength.

And at the moment when those watercolor walls rumbled forward, they were gorgeous and strange, and in the turbulent environment where only the ink could be heard, a somewhat abrupt music suddenly sounded.

It was the little old man who had been observing the battle situation who blew the shakuhachi.

The music was desolate and powerful, changing from slow to fast, like the sound of footsteps of a group of monsters passing through a golden wheat field under the reflection of a large moon in the sky.

As the shakuhachi was blown, a red wide-rimmed wine bowl rolled out from behind Shikanoya and others.

This inconspicuous wine bowl stood up and rolled like a wheel.

The ground was still covered with thick, colorful colors. But the track of the wine bowl rolling over was very flexible and unhindered.

Moreover, where the red wine bowl passed, those thick colors would disappear and turn into clear water color.

The water marks drawn along the way also carried the sweet aroma of wine.

Well, this thing is not an ordinary wide-rimmed wine bowl at all, it is the "Star Bear Cup" of Xingxiong Tongzi.

The Star Bear Cup quickly rolled to the side of Shikanoya and turned upside down on the ground.

Then a large amount of clear wine gushed out like a fountain, pushing the "Star Bear Cup" high into the sky.

A white and delicate hand lazily stretched out from the wine spring, and the slender five fingers held the red wine bowl steadily.

Then, a beautiful female ghost with a single horn on the top of her forehead and wearing a loose red Tang robe appeared.

Tsurumi Aoi didn't recognize who this person who suddenly appeared and looked like a person who was definitely not human was.

But Shikanoya knew.

After the master conquered Oeyama, the king of Oeyama, Xingxiong Tongzi, followed the master.

"Sister Xingxiong!?"

"Yeah, good evening, Xiaolu."

Xingxiong said this and stretched his waist by the way. He didn't seem to be aware of being in danger at all.

Because of her movements, the red Tang robe on her body swayed, and under the high-slit hem, the fleshy and elastic thigh skin appeared from time to time.

The female ghost king of Oeyama sent a look to Shikanoya.

The meaning she wanted to express was a bit complicated, and I don't know if Xiaolu could understand it.

It's basically --

Don't blame me for not coming out to help you at first. Your arrogant master told me to protect you secretly. Even if there is an emergency, I should not show up unless it is absolutely necessary.

Of course, now it is a desperate situation.

Xiaolu and the others really can't beat them.

While talking, the watercolor walls have been pushed in front of everyone.

The red "Xingxiong Cup" was thrown high by the one-horned female ghost, and a large amount of clear wine rolled out of the wine bowl.

The waves formed by these wines are not inferior to the oil paints controlled by "Liuli" in terms of momentum.

The two forces of clear and transparent and heavy and colorful collided like a flood in the space, with great momentum and thrilling collision and erosion.

The violent space turbulence made Lu Yewu and others unable to stand firmly.

But Xingxiong standing beside them still looked at ease.

A strange story that has just entered the threshold of the wild gods, compared with Xingxiong, who has been enjoying incense offerings in the Ibuki Daimyojin Shrine for who knows how long, with stable power and outstanding strength, is still too inferior.

There is also a gap between wild gods!

Soon, several high walls of oil paint were forced back by Xingxiong.

The wave of wine she controlled did not stop there, but pursued the victory relentlessly.

It was stronger and more massive and washed around.

The two figures of the painter and "Liuli" were directly swept out from the depths of the world in the painting by the tide of wine.

In the surrounding space, those gorgeous colors all withered, everything became dull, and the frenzy of "Liuli" was replaced by the smell of wine.

The painter's home advantage no longer exists.

Xingxiong held the red wine bowl back in his palm: "Go, Xiaolu, and... um, Tsurumi, right? Don't worry, I will tease you."

The beautiful female ghost with one horn still had that calm demeanor.

In fact, she knew very well.

The worrying Kamiyagawa left behind a backup force with the strength of a wild god beside his two apprentices, and she was not the only one.

In fact, without Xingxiong Tongzi's explanation, Shikanoya had already led his shikigami to rush towards the reappearing "Liuli".

The master said that all opportunities to end the battle must be seized in time!

Like her senior sister, Tsurumi Aoi also attacked the enemy at the first time.

And her target was still the painter.

At this time, the painter was soaked in wine, and his originally tied gray hair was also scattered.

The artist's temperament was no longer there, and he was more embarrassed.

He had already felt the obvious intimidation from the one-horned female ghost who suddenly appeared and easily resolved the attack of the scroll.

Although he didn't know what happened.

He didn't know why Tsurumi Aoi and the others were protected by such a powerful ghost clan.

But the painter knew that tonight's operation would undoubtedly fail.

But he was unwilling to accept it.

He had been preparing for too long.

He was only a little away from taking Tsurumi Aoi away and turning her into a real Liuli.

If he didn't fight to the death at this time, how could he accept it?

So the painter once again clenched the Smiling Aoki.

The pale large wakizashi once again flashed a strange arc of light like a grinning ghost face.

He was about to raise the Smiling Aoki to resist Tsurumi Aoi's fierce attack.

But this time, his body suddenly felt heavy for no reason, and his movements became stiff and slow.

Something climbed onto the painter's body without him noticing!

In his sight, the figure of Tsurumi Aoi and the sharp blade of the red Ichimonji were getting closer and closer.

And on that solemn red, there was a light white color that he had never seen before.

It seemed to be an origami bird, flying up and down with Tsurumi Aoi, and he could vaguely hear the childish children's song coming from the paper bird.

The painter suddenly lowered his head when he realized that something was wrong.

He saw that his body was being tightly hugged by several illusory, child-like human-shaped dolls.

All of those human-shaped dolls grinned, raised their delicate faces high, and stared at him innocently from below.

"Play together, play together!"

They shouted and laughed, and climbed up and down the painter's body with their hands and feet.

The moment he saw the red spirits of these human-shaped dolls, the painter was desperate.

Because they were entangled and too close, he could feel that the aura of these human-shaped dolls was not inferior to the "Painting Glass" that had just broken through the level of the wild gods!

Why are Tsurumi Aoi and the Tsurumi family, which has fallen into decline, protected by so many wild gods?

And the painter's doubts may never be answered.

The red spirits restrained his movements, making him unable to even do the most basic defense of holding a knife.

Tsurumi Aoi rushed in front of him and stabbed through his chest with a single word.

The sharp blade was excited because of the blood, and it jumped and hummed in his chest.

The red death was sent to the painter.

"Granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, you... look like her."

His vision and consciousness had begun to blur, and the painter finally looked into Tsurumi Aoi's eyes.

Those gloomy but extremely pure eyes really looked like the perfect "Tsurumi Glass" he imagined.

"I don't look like anyone, I am myself."

Tsurumi Aoi is Tsurumi Aoi, and has never been a substitute for anyone.

She is the daughter of Yoshikoji and the apprentice of Kamiyagawa.

She knows this better than anyone else.

Tsurumi's eyes flickered with red light, flashing again with that sharp, fierce color like a fighting dog showing its fangs.

And this kind of sharp eyes will probably never appear in the eyes of "Tsurumi Ruri" imagined by the painter.

"What a pity..."

The painter murmured.

When he was dying, there was no smile on his face.

The corners of his mouth were pressed down, twitching slightly, but the pain and pleading in his eyes were no longer there, and there was more sadness, pure sadness.

The painter's right hand dropped.

Clang.

The smiling Qingjiang fell to the ground, and the metallic sound it made was cold and bleak.

Tsurumi heard the senior sister shouting not far away: "Xiao Kui, it seems that this place is going to collapse! Let's go out with Sister Xingxiong and take what we can!"

Kanoya is worthy of being Kamiyagawa's inner disciple.

He has acted like a master.

I wanted to sleep last night, but I overslept. I am very tired after returning to work. The next chapter will be better tomorrow.