The giant eye in the sky kept twitching, pulling at the lines of curse power. During this process, the melting of the Ghost Emperor's head became more serious, and obvious cross-sectional cracks began to appear on his neck.
"This guy's head is not original and he can't stand the current situation!"
Seeing the changes in the Ghost Emperor, Kamiyakawa became calmer and calmer.
"Mary, turn into a whale, Inugami, open the way!"
Under Kamiya's order, the shikigami coordinated with each other and launched a fierce attack.
Mary's giant machete cut through a large, twisted black line of cursed power.
The Inugami breathes out blazing fire, and the sin-burning fire red lotus dances in the darkness, and there is an ancient and decaying scarlet aura that continues to permeate and melt the surrounding thick lines.
"Woo-"
The transformed whale in the sky blew its conch horn and raised the ocean scepter in its hand.
The skeletal whale chirped melodiously.
The sound of the conch trumpet and the cry of the whale both convey a sense of sadness, reverberating in the air, and each note is like a cold arrow.
Four skeletal whales swooped in from four directions.
With an aura capable of destroying everything and overwhelming mountains and seas, it crashed into the vortex hanging upside down in the air at the cost of its own collapse.
A deafening roar sounded, and a large number of pale bone fragments flew everywhere, mixing together like a thick layer of white gauze spreading out to cover all sides.
Countless black lines of mana in the sky collapsed.
Under the giant eye in the clouds, the amount of magic power that was still connected dropped sharply.
"Now! Little Tapir!"
The shikigami's excellent coordination gave Kamiya an excellent opportunity to attack.
"Puff——!"
A burst of dreamy rainbow light jumped out from Kamiya's side, fell on the ground and condensed into the appearance of a white alien beast.
The Dream-Eating Tapir raised its nose high, and the shimmering red clouds spread out from its forehead and limbs, squeezing through the black line of curse power that was already riddled with holes, and enveloped the Ghost King not far away.
Under the control of the little tapir, at this moment, no matter what state the Ghost King is in, it is difficult for him to have the strength to fight back.
Clang!
The text in his hand vibrated and buzzed, flashing with a strange light.
The indigo sword pulled Kamiya's body and disappeared. The next moment, he reappeared in front of the Ghost King five meters away.
Fighting skills are useless, and there is no way to get ahead of yourself.
Kong Wu's powerful ghost hand swept across, and the fierce ghost cutting blade slashed diagonally upward from left to right.
Aiming at the cracked neck of the Ghost King!
With Oni Hand and Oni Kiri, both the speed and power of this sword are difficult to describe in words.
It doesn't have any fancy skills, but it is the pinnacle of Taitōshu that has reached an extraordinary level. With one slash, the surrounding environment changes.
The majestic crimson blade was like a pale crescent moon pressing out.
Wherever the blade touched, even the air solidified.
The surrounding thin black line of curse power and the cloud of auspicious light summoned by the Dream-Eating Tapir suddenly gathered on the blade and disappeared without a trace at the astonishing speed of lightning.
The ultimate secret of the transcendent stage of the Self-Revealing Taito, Yun Yao.
The blade struck the black bone at the Ghost King's neck, as if it were cutting into dull wood, but it didn't make the slightest sound.
On the contrary, it was Onikiri itself, sweeping out the mighty Yin Qi.
The gloomy cold wind howled, and for a moment it was like an innocent ghost howling, and the evil soldiers passed by, causing the creatures to wither, and hundreds of miles of wasteland.
Kamiyagawa's black hair and clothes were blown around, and the mask of jealousy on his face looked even more bizarre in such an environment.
The twisting black thread and the remaining power of the shikigami were wrapped up in Onikiri's thick blade, and the Oni Emperor's head was chopped off.
The head rolled to the ground, and the headless skeleton finally fell to the ground helplessly.
Heijiangmon's corpse is still incorruptible, but it is no longer a huge skeleton, but has returned to a state like a mummy, and it has broken into several parts and fallen to the ground.
Perhaps because the Ghost King was beheaded, the surrounding black lines shrank at this time, like a leech that had been sprinkled with salt and couldn't help but twist on the ground, and slowly shriveled up.
In the end, the black vortex on the ground slowly dissipated.
Another whirlpool of black clouds in the sky also slowly subsided. The giant eye in the cloud just glanced at the Kamiya River on the ground again with resentment, and then seemed to be unwilling to do so. Its outline was obscured by the darkness of the night, and it soon became invisible.
Breathed.
…
Inside the thirty-six rooms.
Yucheng, Onizuka and other remaining spiritual masters were blocked by the black vortex and were unable to step forward to help.
It was also impossible to see what the situation was like in the Kamiya River rushing into the whirlpool.
After waiting anxiously for a long time, they finally saw the vortex slowly dissipating.
Standing in the center is the tall and erect Kamiyagawa and his shikigami.
They were breathing heavily but seemed fine.
"it's over?"
"The disciples of ghosts and gods win!"
The exorcists cheered up.
Sure enough, no matter what kind of enemy it is, as long as the disciples of ghosts and gods are present, there will be no problem!
"I have a feeling that what the Ghost Emperor did just now seems to be a bit like the fellow eastwarder I came to help before... Fortunately, he was stopped in time."
Kamiyagawa dragged the knife forward and walked up to King Xingshi's head.
The mask of hatred on the head has regained its luster, and the three gorgeous colors on it are mixed together, which is breathtaking.
King Xingshi's blue pupils flashed slightly, and he raised his head to look at Shen Gu.
"It's very similar..."
He said this with difficulty, his voice was broken and breathless.
This guy is actually not dead yet, he really has a tenacious vitality.
Kamiya lifted Onikiri up: "What do you mean?"
"You...are like Abe Seimei and Ashiya Michimi at that time."
"Really?" Kamiyakawa shook his head, "I may disappoint you. I don't look like anyone else, I am just myself."
Onikiri swung down and slashed off King Xingshi's head.
There was a dull sound as the blade penetrated flesh.
The three-color resentful face was blown away by the impact.
"Prajna."
Kamiya called out softly.
A figure with purple and white ruffles swept out from his side.
Prajna caught the strange mask.
The moment she touched Fang Xiang's face, the mask dissipated into flowing light of red, blue, and brown, flowing toward the prototype of the third unformed mask suspended around her waist.
Sure enough, Prajna and this mask are destined.
The Wraith Spirit Fang Xiang should be regarded as the trophy of this battle.
However, Prajna "accidentally" came into contact with it during the battle and absorbed it uncontrollably. The deal was already done, and even Kamiya couldn't stop it.
Ding bell——ding bell——
Zashiki seized the opportunity and rang the bell.
Wrapped her little mother with auspicious breath.
To be continued...