Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"But even in a world where the future does not exist, where is there a way for him to choose? From the moment he rejects the future that we have chosen for him, fate is already doomed."

"This is the reason I want him to guide him to our world, because here, he will clearly recognize all this, Takasaka Takeya-he is the abyss of chaos in the world, the symbol of hatred, the root of sin, He is the original sin."

Luo Tianshu stood up, he picked up the pen on the table, and the scattered ink blocked the continuation of the writing on the scroll.

"This twisted crime has gone further and further on the wrong path. If it is not stopped, the flame of despair will burn with our world sooner or later. Therefore, for the future of the world, this mistake must be corrected. Row."

"Huh—it really fits your statement, arrogant fellow," Dan Tlyan didn't stingy with her own mockery: "Don't forget, he has six deadly weapons, integrating the power of Gensokyo. A monster, do you have a chance?"

"It's a pity, Dantrian, my abilities are useless in combat."

Luo Tianshu honestly admitted that he was weak, but suddenly he changed his words: "However, to defeat him, it seems that I don't need to do it myself, right?"

"Really?" Dan Trian glanced at Luo Tianshu and said: "Do you have other suitable candidates? Don't forget, your previous'insurance measures', but directly'surrender to the enemy'."

"Don't say that, Dan Trian, Qingming has her own ideas, too. It's not her fault."

Luo Tianshu said indifferently: "Compared to her, isn't there a ready-made candidate here? When he gets there, he will definitely meet no matter what."

"Hey, shouldn't you mean..." Dan Trian was taken aback for a while, looked at Luo Tianshu in surprise, and found that the other party didn't mean to be joking at all.

"Didn't I often say that no matter how good a copy is, it is definitely not as good as the prototype."

With a free smile on the corners of his mouth, Luo Tianshu’s tone was as indifferent as before: “He who was taught by Miss Jing over there can’t be the protagonist, because he doesn’t understand the self-sacrificing stupidity of a hero, and he has not given up any companion. It’s emotionally used, and it has lost the recklessness of choosing to face everything, and more importantly—"

"Here, it's not his'story'."

Chapter 42—Awareness That Is Too Late

"You guy......!!!"

Rao Paqiuli is known for her calmness. At this time, she was also angry and uncontrollable. Sakuya's appearance like a broken string kite completely angered the magician, and the sage stone was thrown out as a stone without money. .

Although it is a powerful magician, in fact, Paqiuli did not study alchemy too deeply. The sage stone as the trump card is actually equivalent to a bomb in her hand.

The sage's stone, which is poured by Qi Yao's magic power, can be said to be the most powerful of all kinds of magic that Paqiuli mastered.

The sage stone thrown by her was accelerated briefly in the air through magic, and shot at Wu Ye one by one like bullets. Unfortunately, before Wu Ye, there was a huge monster like the Westward Demon standing here.

Boom boom boom————!!

The ear-piercing blast almost shattered the atmosphere, and the cross-hanging branches of the Westward Demon were crushed into powder by the Stone of the Sage. But compared to the short-lived magic, the body of the Westward Demon seemed to cover the sky and the sun. Better.

"hateful!"

Paqiuli gritted her teeth. As a Western magician, she had no precise knowledge of the monster Sakura standing in the Far East. Now it seems that Yakumo Zi's prudence is correct.

She couldn't even shake the Westward Demon with all her strength, so it was no wonder that she needed so many helpers.

"Magic, don't stop, just keep attacking like this."

A loud and loud voice rang from behind Paqiuli, the huge wind pressure lifted the bracts on her head, and when she turned around, the towering body that looked like a big mountain passed by her.

It is the reinforcements of the ghost race.

One of the advantages of the Westward Demon is its sheer size. This overwhelming difference in size is enough to make them headaches, but in front of Cuixiang, this is nothing.

Cuixiang's huge hands are like poking a window paper, tearing apart the Westward Demon's defenses, and the branches that are entwined around her trying to stop her are all rushed, and the parts they touch are all melted. Made an invisible ghost fog, let it return without success.

On Cuixiang's shoulders, there were two other ghost kings standing on the left and right, breaking off the annoying branches one by one for her.

Yuko and the Ghost Clan attacked back and forth, coupled with Pa Qiuli's side support, barely suppressed the Westward Demon, and now the center of Wu also lost this layer of protection.

Almost at the same time when the Westward Demon was suppressed, the emerald green comet smashed onto Wu Ye's head along the unobservable trajectory of the sky.

Has Moriya's maiden also arrived?

Wu Ye withdrew from the center of the Westward Demon and avoided the comet attack that followed. Since the Westward Demon could not provide protection, there was no need to stay there.

He flew up to the top of the tree canopy and watched with cold eyes as Gensokyo’s power converged little by little. On the ground below, waves of resentful spirits were pierced by the rising sun almost at the same time, hanging on the ground. In mid-air, they look like prisoners nailed to wooden stakes.

Glancing at the green figure, Gangneil in Wu Ye's hand seemed to be inspired by the smell of blood, trembling with a hostile tremor.

Suddenly, the top of Wu Ye's head was covered by a shadow, and the huge ghost claw fell from the air without warning. It turned out that the free-hand Hua Fan attacked him.

Unlike the violent boy of Ibaraki a thousand years ago, the sash fan not only covers the horns of his head, but also practices the immortal method to cover up the breath of the ghost clan. If nothing else, if you launch a sudden attack, it is absolutely A good hand.

But for Wu Ye, it is still too small for him to be hit by a sneak attack of this level.

Hua Shan's offensive is very fierce, but most of the attacks of the ghost clan are open and close, and she is no exception. The biggest shortcoming of this kind of attack is that it is too heavy.

There is no need to waste energy to defend, Wu can easily manipulate the realm to make himself dodge at incredible speed.

"drink!"

With a heavy drink, Jinba's fist wind brushed Wu Ye's cheeks, and it was not easy to see this lazy sect who was so serious.

Not planning to entangle her, manipulated the realm of lightness and weight to suppress Meiling's offensive, Wu also chose to retreat again.

The tuan fan shook slightly, and the sudden gust of wind formed a wall that blocked Wu Ye's retreat. In front of Wenwen, the tyrant had stepped on the rising sun flower and released a powerful magic cannon against him.

Yuxiang’s magic cannon is like a net, restricting Wu Ye’s range of movement in all directions. The green light is endless under the night sky, but it still can’t penetrate the layers of black mist until that The blazing brilliance appeared at once.

The bombardment that almost evaporates the air is shot from the ground. Behind is the wall blocked by the storm, the left and right sides are covered by the magic cannons of Yuxiang, and there is a Hua fan in front of it. , Wu also seems to have to fight back.

Pulling off the golden key on his neck, under the distortion of his will, it turned into a giant barrel that was withdrawn from Akongru and put on his arm.

The fire of greed turned into a feather coat covering his body, and the overflowing malice of the cup of gluttony filled it as ammunition. Wu also pointed at the shining underground sun below. Suddenly, the scene in front of him was suddenly distorted.

In the corner of the line of sight, Jue's third eye was watching him quietly, Wu Ye clenched the long sword of lust with his left hand, and the red light curtain dispelled the strange ripples.

But he also missed the best time to defend against Akong's attack. As a last resort, Wu Ye pulled away and flew up again, a cold light flashing in his silence, approaching Wu Ye.

Wu also knew that whether shelling or hypnosis, they were all just feints. It was too naive to defeat him with these attacks, so their ultimate move must not be these.

Suppressing the most troublesome Westbound Demon, and driving himself to a dead end through various attacks, then, what is left is a candidate who can understand himself in one blow.

Bai Lou Sword, Lou Guan Sword, and the familiar double sword appeared in Wu Ye's sight again. The soul swordsmanship practiced by Yaomeng was undoubtedly the best choice to kill him, not only because it was swordsmanship against people, but also because of the demon. The strength of the dream is not strong.

Under the siege of many big monsters, as an ordinary half-human and half-spirit, Yaomeng is one of the very few existences that can approach him quietly.

At such a close distance, the effect of the realm has been reduced to the lowest level. Faced with the double swords that aimed at his neck and at his heart all the way, Wu also only silently provoked the long sword in his left hand.

"Ok……?"

Seeing Wu Ye's movements, the demon dream with the intent to kill him, his whole body was startled unnaturally, and his round eyes were deeply unbelievable.

""Westward Spring Breeze Cut"——"