Chapter 79：

Butterfly Chanahui was worried about Butterfly Ren's accident, and arranged her and Chanahu in the logistics unit, but Butterfly Butterfly was worried that Chanahui would go to the frontal battlefield?

The two sisters have been together for so long, and they still don't know each other's thoughts.

Therefore, it is impossible for Butterfly Chanahui to ask Butterfly Endure to go out alone without Su Jin as a shield.

"Is there permission?"

When Yihei Xiaoban heard this, he nodded, and then suddenly appeared in front of Tong Mo, inserting the blade into his neck:

"Five times the concentrated dose, it is said that the Lord studied when he was bored. You are lucky."

Tong Mo's eyes widened, the huge amount of toxin almost didn't kill his brain.

Butterfly Chanahui sighed, but said: "Okay, let's hand over the logistics here, the ghost's last power should have been concentrated in the imperial palace."

Hearing this, Yujun Tianyuan and Yihei Xiaoba nodded, and immediately left here.

It's not that they are relieved, but because Tong Mo's death is inevitable, and several people have killed so many ghosts, they naturally know what ghosts will be like when they die.

And now Tongmo is like that.

He has long since died, just because of the ghost's regeneration ability, he can see the world for a few more seconds.

Butterfly Chanahui looked at Tong Mo, shook his head, and said regretfully:

"It's a pity, I still want to kill you with my own hands."

After speaking, she also left the alley and headed towards the Imperial Palace.

Tong Mo widened his eyes, his eyes full of despair and regret.

Death was too painful, especially when he was poisoned to death like this, which made him suffer even more. The huge pain made him want to cry out, but he didn't have the strength to say anything.

His heart was about to collapse.

And just then, footsteps sounded.

Tong Mo couldn't help raising his eyes, but he saw a girl in the uniform of the Ghost Killing Team with her hair stuck behind her head with a butterfly hair accessory.

This girl is Butterfly Ninja who follows behind Butterfly Chanahui.

Tong Mo, whose consciousness was already blurred, could not see the ghost killing team uniform on Butterfly Shinobi for a long time, but he just held on and said with his last breath:

"You... are you the goddess who came to save me?"

"Please, save me, I don't want to die yet!"

Hearing this, Butterfly endured a smile. She pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled gently:

"Go to hell, idiots."

Tong Mo widened his eyes and turned into fly ash.

But at this time, Butterfly Ren snorted coldly: "When I didn't see that you wanted to eat my sister? Scum!"

After she finished speaking, she paused, turned around, and looked at the black-haired young man in a black kimono and white feather knitting behind her, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised:

"Sure enough, Mr. Su Jin, don't worry about your sister."

Su Jin just smiled when he heard this, looked up into the distance and said:

"Sarah, who knows..."

Butterfly endured a laugh, but thought Su Jin was shy.

Obviously, one became the lord and the other was a style. Why did the two of them feel a little alienated in front of her?

Could it be that she was afraid of misunderstanding something?

At this time, Su Jin next to him narrowed his eyes, smiled and said, "Forbearance, you should go back."

"Oh!" Butterfly Ren nodded, and understood why Su Jin and Butterfly Chanahui didn't let her participate in the war.

When it comes to winding the strings, she is really too weak, and she is really involved, but it's just seeking death.

But Su Jin is the complete opposite of her.

Thinking of this butterfly, she asked with anticipation:

"Mr. Su Jin, will you take action when dealing with the ghost dance Tsuji no miserable?"

Hearing this, Su Jin paused, then smiled at Butterfly and said, "Of course!"

He will naturally make a shot, but which kind of shot will be left to Butterfly Ren's own imagination.

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royal residence.

on the roof of a mansion.

Hei Death Mou, who was lying on the bricks and tiles, held a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and his six eyes turned to look at the sky, looking like he was bored in every possible way.

However, in the courtyard of the mansion, one after another evil spirits were holding the severed limbs and stump arms, where they were gnawing fiercely.

From the precious clothes left on the severed limbs and stumps, they could vaguely see their so-called noble status.

However, for Black Death Mou, the nobles of the human race didn't care about him hundreds of years ago.

Even the 'Ghost Dance Tsuji Wu Miserable', who has been renamed Su Jin, does not have much binding force on him.

He and Guiwu Tsuji Wumai have always cooperated, and Wumai gave him an immortal body, which he used to improve his swordsmanship strength, and incidentally protected Wumei. That's how the two traded.

However, now that Su Jin is attacking Edo, even if he is not willing, he still needs to take action in the face of some things.

For example, the army in batches.

In fact, most of Edo's protective forces were destroyed by Black Death Mou and Yiwoza.

At the same time, in the winding string, the two of them faced the regular army by themselves.

At this time, Bantiangou, who was in charge of scheduling, suddenly appeared in front of Hei Dead Mou and shouted in horror:

"Master Black Death Mou, the second Tongmo on the winding string, the third Yiwozuo on the winding string, the jade pot has all lost contact!"

"Huh?" Hei Dead Mou rolled his eyes and said, "Is there any priests who haven't been killed by me? Or did the Ghost Killing Team take action?"

Hearing this, Bantiangou immediately agreed:

"It's the ghost killing team, and my little ghosts have reports of witnessing them."

Hei Dead Mou adjusted his posture and sat down, and said lightly:

"It seems that the columns are dispatched in groups."

After speaking, he jumped off the eaves and walked towards the moat of the Imperial Palace.

"Lord Black Death Mou, who are you?" Bantiangou said inexplicably.

"I'm going to try the level of contemporary pillars."

Black Death Mou said lightly.

Hearing this sentence, Bantiangou immediately became overjoyed, knelt down and said goodbye:

"Respectfully send the black death Lord Mou."

After Hei Dead Mou left, the dog said happily:

"One of the winding strings made his own shot, and it's stable. This one is stable. It's just a mere ghost killing team. Is it possible that he can kill Master Mou in seconds? Just kidding~ Hahahaha!"

Chapter 0096 Ghost King 'Ghost Dance Tsuji No Misery'

The Imperial Palace, the stone bridge standing on the moat.

Hei Death Mou, who came to meet him, looked at the five people in front of him calmly, shook the knife, shook the blood beads off the knife, and said doubtfully:

"The breath of the sun, the penetration of the world, where did you get this inheritance that I have long since cut off?"

Hearing this, Fengzhu Immortal Kawasumi snorted, touched the scar in front of him, and grinned:

"Damn, I was almost cut in half by the opponent."

"Be careful, this man is nothing like any other winding we've come across."

Yanzhu Purgatory Xing Shoulang looked at Black Death Mou with a solemn expression. Gathered five pillars, besieged one person, and almost killed one person, and each of the four was injured.

One of the winding strings, Black Death Mou's strength is far beyond their imagination.

"Does it rely entirely on itself to become stronger? It seems that there is a huge difference in strength even in the winding."

Yanzhu Beimingyu Xingming stopped the bleeding from the wound on his arm and said in a low voice.

In his opinion, there may only be two levels of winding ghosts, the first level is Black Death Mou, and the second level is other winding.

The strength of one of the winding strings is unquestionable.

At this time, the snake column Yihei Xiaoba next to the immortal Kawasumi said:

"Hey, are you still alive?"

"You can't die, take care of yourself, obviously your arm is about to break."

Immortal Kawasumi grinned, adjusted his breathing, and gradually stopped the bleeding.

At this time, Yujun Tianyuan, the sound column next to him who was only slightly injured, was looking at another stone bridge not far away, frowning:

"It doesn't look optimistic over there."

On another stone bridge, Shuizhu Tomioka Yiyong was entangled by another winding ghost, Fallen Ji.

That Fallen Princess is a twin evil ghost, and she shares power with her brother, the prostitute Taro. In the case of two-on-one, even if Tomioka Yiyong learned the breath of the sun and opened the stripes and the transparent world, he was still entangled. live.

And the last remaining style was also unable to get out because the large army commanding the ghost killing team contained 2,000 miscellaneous fish ghosts.

In this case, even Yujun Tianyuan, who hates Tomioka Yiyong more, is not:

"Speaking of which, are we really okay with this? Let Tomioka fight against the fallen princess alone?"

At this time, Snake Pillar Yihei little Banai Bihei died and Mou said:

"Even if you say so, but once we assign one person to support, then it won't be a matter of Tomioka alone."

One of the winding strings is Black Death Mou.

The man successfully dragged five pillars on the stone bridge and saw no hope of victory.

At this time, Black Death Mou, who had not received a response for a long time, said indifferently:

"People of the Ghost Killing Team, no matter how hard you struggle, everything is already doomed."

Hearing this, Undead Kawamiya shouted in dissatisfaction:

"As a traitor of the Ghost Killing Squad, you who surrendered to the ghost dance Tsuji no miserable have the qualifications to say this?"

"A traitor?"

Black Death Mou Liu's eyes moved for a while, and then he said indifferently:

"What about the traitor?"

"I have long understood in the short 20-plus years of human life that human beings have limits after all!"

"And the supreme swordsmanship cannot reach the limit in that limited life."

"So, is this why you betrayed the Ghost Killing Squad and became a ghost?"

Yanzhu Beiming Yu Xingming clenched the hand axe and meteor hammer in his hand:

"How pathetic!"

"Sad? Joke."

Hei Dead Mou held the knife in his hand and said indifferently:

"Old age and death are the greatest sorrow of swordsmen!"

At this moment, the last winding ghost, Bantengou, flew from the sky, laughing loudly:

"Lord Black Death Mou, I'm here to help you!"

call!

A crescent-like slash slashed across Bantengou's arm.

Looking at the **** broken arm in front of him, Bantiangou was dumbfounded.

At this time, Hei Death Mou, who was holding the knife, said indifferently: