Overgod Ascension

“Tu Fujiyong - why did you learn Kendo? ”

This is a Kendo venue, or is the child Yang Fujita sitting on his knees in front of an old man dressed in nappy clothes with sharp eyes.

“To be a good samurai! ”

“Wrong!! ”

Bang, the bamboo sword was struck, it hurt deeply, making the earth vine more unforgettable, but it was the old man's eyes: “When a samurai is free from fear of life and death, the swordsman should concentrate on one, there is nothing else! This is the ultimate Oui of our mindless stream! ”

At this moment, the figure of the elderly looks so lonely: "One day, when you can abandon your life, death, honor, or even samurai status, you will truly taste the essence of mindlessness! ”

Boom!

In reality, Tu Fujiyong retreated more than a dozen steps and his hands became almost numb.

Even though he is a generation of swordsmen, he is also middle-aged, not to mention Wu Ming's magical powers!

The ultimate ‘power’ just amassed - the slaughter of God - has been the culmination of his life, the sum of the killings he has saved for almost two decades!

One drum, then it fades, three runs out!

Now he's falling back from his peak, no longer in his previous state.

More importantly, Wu Ming across the street would never give him a chance to readjust.

Are you going to die? ’

The earth's vines murmured courageously and suddenly became resolute: ‘Even if I abandon my life and death, my dignity and the name of the samurai, I will also defeat you! ’

At this moment, he finally abandoned his fear of life and death, his stubbornness about the honor of samurai, and even... abandoned himself!

And in this state of meditation, Tu Fu suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret trick that no thought stream had never understood came to mind.

“Oui - the position of the floating bird! ”

Tu Fujiyong's heart was as quiet as water for a moment, or that his heart had flown out of his body and combined with some extreme power in the entire heavens and earth.

This power was so great that he pulled himself out of his disadvantage, out of the swordsman's position and slowed out the knife.

Wow!

The waves surged, and there seemed to be a long roar from the gulls.

“Hmm?”

In this instant, Wu Ming seemed to emerge in front of a wild sea, with waves and snowstorms, and floating birds surfing high!

The floating bird eventually turned into a sword light, almost blinking in front of itself.

“My lord! ”

Kenichi Panasonic, Xiangtai Panasonic, etc., even abandoned the honor of the samurai, getting up one by one to pull the knife.

Ding!

After the crisp noise, the two figures split up.

“I'm fine! ”

Wu Ming slowly stood in place and looked at his chest. He looked a little ugly with an open mouth on his five-color robe.

“Princess Changlong Wuyun, the world is invincible! ”

Seeing the opposite of the monarch, Tu Fuji-kun appeared unable to fall, winning and losing naturally at a glance, making too many people from Panasonic Xiang happy to worship.

‘If it weren't for the five-color robe, I would have to get hurt...’

Wu Minghuan thought to himself that he was a real person, a monk, against Jianhou samurai, it was weird not to use magic tools.

I just didn't expect the other party to finally make a breakthrough, damaging their five-color robe.

At this time, he came to Fujiyoshi, and looked at the bleeding wounds on the other side, surrounded by scorched black traces of wind thunder: “What else do you want to say? ”

“I really want to...”

Tu Fujiyong's eyes got a little glorious at this time: “It's like going back home to see the cherry blossom, and... drink the samurai tea she made...”

He shook his hand out and seemed to want to grab something, but eventually he couldn't help himself.

As soon as his head twisted, he fell into total darkness.

……

Don't know how long it's been.

Tu Fujiyong opened his eyes again: “Is this... heaven? ”

It seems to be surrounded by a dungeon, dark and damp, with dark brown bloodstains on the stone table beneath it, already dry, as if with endless resentment and resentment.

“Looks like... people like me will not be able to transcend Buddha after death. Is this the kingdom of Ghost Shura...”

“Wrong, you're alive! ”

Wu Ming's figure slowly walked over, carrying an unprecedented evil temperament: “Tell me, who is it that sent you here? ”

Although it is normal for this swordsman to seek revenge for his apprentice, Wu Ming still feels a little wrong.

“Speak up, or I will destroy your senseless stream! ”

At this point, he naturally does not need to hide.

“In the capacity of the Haunted Palace, I do have the ability to destroy the mindless stream, but I came here entirely with my own will... Hasegawa Zuowenmen is my favorite disciple...”

The earthly vine bravely struggled, but found that the body below the head had lost consciousness and was forced to laugh bitterly.

“Not lying? ”

Wu Ming frowned: “Forget it, you'll say it sooner or later..."

With a spell in his mouth, a white fog emerged, creeping like a snake, and drilled in from the five officials of Fujiyoshi in the earth.

“You... evil Yin Yang technique! ”

Tu Fujiyong's face rose red, unfortunately he has been seriously injured, and he has lost his condensed qi, blood and spirit, much less his ability to fight Wu Ming's technique.

Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and you're finally in the dark.

A moment later, Wu Ming retracted the palm pressed on the lid of Yung Tian Ling, with a slight suspicion on his face: “After hearing the news, the information bought from the ninjas with heavy gold, everything was normal... but why do I always feel something wrong? ”

In his view, his name would certainly attract the attention of the hearts and minds.

And when that caution peaked, some probing inevitably happened.

Though seemingly normal, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no hostile returner in the middle.

After all, if he wanted to bait him, he wouldn't be so stupid. It's too normal to go straight to work and use other scavengers instead.

“Forget it... whether you're replacing the dead or the bad luck, or the pure Avenger, at least... it's a little useful...”

Wu Mingtuan elaborated on the face of the other side, if there is any thought.

This samurai already has three levels of boundaries. Although it is purely a swordplay, it is essentially the same as its own strength. It has this essence, which is the choice of a good shadow samurai.

“Hmm... a bit old, a little short in shape, but this is not a problem, the alchemy of the necropolis is enough to solve...”

He then immediately looked closely at Tu Fujiyong with a gaze at the pork in the vegetable market.

“As for the breath, it is possible to plant on him a technique made of my hair and blood... well, I have to say, Fusang's Yin and Yang technique is still somewhat useful in this regard...”

“How about a final control problem, a misery in the sea of knowledge? Hypnosis in ninja seems to work well with...”

During this time, Wu Ming didn't do anything either.

In addition to daily routine practice, it is through Ito Jingxiu and the relationship of ninjas, to obtain a large number of strength books on Yin Yang master and ninjas, and even swordplay, to make up the strengths and sum up the essence.

Now there is another good material coming to the door, combined with the previous concept of Shadow Warrior, a plan immediately emerged to Wu Mingxin.

Just do it!

Wu Ming took out the handle knife, compared to Tu Fujiyong's face, and immediately opened a mouth on the other face without hesitation.

The creepy scratching of the bones kept coming. Half an hour later, Wu Ming looked at his work and barely expressed his satisfaction.

“And… is…"

His knife continued, engraving a five-star array on each other's forehead, swirling, cutting off his fingers and allowing a drop of blood to penetrate.

“Too shady, Nine Ghosts' Qi, obey my orders, hurry as the law commands! ”

The low sound of the spell kept ringing in the dungeon, a circle of dark darkness and darkness, and suddenly wrapped the earth on the stone table.

Squeak!

Among the acidic voices, his skeleton continued to grow, the wounds on his face began to heal, his flesh spread, and his skin became fuller and smoother, seemingly suddenly twenty years younger.

At the same time, his face was constantly changing and he gradually moved closer to His Excellency Wu Mingben.

“Pushing a knife in my face... there's always a strange discomfort...”

Wu Ming touched his face and looked at the person on the stone table who was becoming more and more like his twin brothers. His face was serious: “Hmm... even though he could be fake and true... but he was still handsome without me! ”

……

“Gentlemen! ”

Among the Haunted House of Councillors, Shoutai Matsushita, Kenichi, Hayashi Taisei, Maosuke Tachibana, and the solicited samurai were all standing on their hands and listening to the instructions of the Haunted Family Governor on the throne.

“Everyone has worked very hard this month. The work has been done very well. Thank you, gentlemen! ”

The ghosts lay their hands on the floor, and the same salute.

“I dare not! ”

As the head of the family, the gesture is still so humble and good that other samurai salute each other and turn their hearts and minds.

When all the chores were taken care of, the ghost glanced: “Thanks to the efforts of Maosuke Tachibana and Hayashi Taisei, the temple on the hill was built, so I gave it a name, called" Instinct Temple "! I'm invited, too! ”

Yan Bi, clapping his hands, the wooden door was opened and a benevolent monk walked in.

“To introduce the monks, this master is called Sammon Zhengfang, and I invited him to preside over my temple! ”

The ghost says it in a glance.

“My name is Sammon Zhengfang. It's a pleasure to meet you! ”

The monk immediately saluted the samurai present.

He looked very young, perhaps not even thirty years old, although a little confused, but since the monarchs were so trusted, and in every move, he did have a faint Zen taste, very much like a noble monk, the ministers did not dare to be lazy, but also salute.

“Well, if it doesn't make sense, from today onwards, instinct temple is yours to preside over, don't let me down! ”

“Hi!”

Sammon Zhengfang respectfully promised to look at the ghost with one eye and say nothing.