After noon, the scorching sun was blazing, and two demon wolf tribes were rushing in the wilderness. The smoke and dust airflow they brought up gradually enveloped their bodies. From the eyes of people in the distance, it was two whirlwinds rushing in.
However, the eleven or twelve-year-old Demon Wolf Clan teenager Xintai ran very fast, and the Demon Wolf Clan companion girl behind him couldn't catch up at all, and couldn't help it. Maitreya followed behind them, rushing to the northeast all the way, crossing forests, rivers, fields and hills, and gradually entering the deep mountains with rare human traces.
The terrain on the road became more and more uneven, the woods on the left and right were rough, the rocks on the road were abrupt, and there were towering barriers on the side. The two demon wolf races in front had completely ran out of the visible range of the naked eye, but Maitreya did not panic, just opened the sky.
While marching, Maitreya also used magic power to grab a grass man from the box behind him. The grass man willow wood is bone, grass leaves are flesh, and his soft jet black hair hangs down. The look is three to four points similar to Naraku.
"Not enough." Maitreya took out the cursed grass man against Naraku, squinted his eyes slightly, and grabbed a bone nail polished from the bones of the ghost of the mind.
Ghost Bone Nail and Cursed Grass Man are both killers that Maitreya prepared for Naraku, but because of the imperfection of the sacrifice, Naraku's own mana and mentality are also very strong, so he originally planned to someday, such as Naraku, incarnate again. At the juncture of life and death, he cast a curse in the air to let him kill himself, but now he can't care much.
While chasing the two demon wolf tribes ahead, Maitreya chanted a secret spell, piercing the ghost bone nail into the heart of the grass man.
On the cliff, Nairobi stood facing the wind, looking at the two bunches of smoke coming in the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. The mountain wind blew him on the skin of the baboon, and the white silks like silver needles swayed, making him The posture is a bit more handsome, but abrupt...
"Uh." A pain from the depths of his soul made Naraku's smile froze.
"What's the matter?" Kagura stood beside Shenwu, who was holding Mingjing, tapping his lips with a small fan, and noticed Naraku's strangeness. As soon as the voice fell, the purple enchantment widened, enclosing her and Shenwu. , And then, a pain came out.
"Uh!" Kagura was knocked down by the sudden pain, his crimson pupils widened, and he fell to his knees, his heart full of inexplicable surprise.
Without seeing Kagura, the god on the side cast his gaze on Naraku who was facing the wind on the edge of the cliff.
"Very okay! Master." Naraku maintained the enchantment, passing the pain to Kagura, looking at Maitreya who was chasing two demon wolf tribes in the distance.
"You did it, didn't you?" Kagura clutched his aching heart, heard the words coming from the wind, and immediately understood, looking at Naraku's red pupils with anger, the pain continued.
Facing Kagura's question, the purple light of the transparent barrier faded, but Naraku did not respond.
"Speak!" Kagura was furious. Last time he was arranged to deal with the protagonist. He had already used her as a gunman. What did he do this time
Tormented by unknown pain, the more I think about it, the more angry he gets, the half-kneeling Kagura raises a small bat fan, and he wants to give Naraku a little bit of color, but he doesn't want the pain in the body, so he gets harder, his pores are wide, and the sweat pours out. , Kagura completely fell to the ground.
"Kagura, you have to recognize yourself, you are just a piece of flesh on my body, if you don't want this life, I can fulfill you." Naraku turned around, staring at the prostrate Kagura, And among the five fingers of his right hand, I don't know when, pinching a heart that keeps beating like a lotus bud.
"... Please, please forgive me!" Kagura's delicate face was occupied by pain, his temples were soaked with sweat, and curly black hair was on her cheeks, but even if it was so painful, she couldn't Without holding his breath, he begged Naraku for mercy.
"Come and greet our guests!" Naraku Matsushita lowered his right hand, the flesh of the heart between his fingers disappeared, and the pain on Kagura's body was slightly reduced.
Not to mention the Kagura that eased a little bit of pain, the god next to him was helplessly signaled, turned around, facing the gradual whirlwind on the cliffside mountain forest, the bright mirror flashed in his arms.
At the call of Spiegel, a demon wolf clan wearing animal skins and wolf tails suddenly walked out of the jungle. They are old or young, male or female, about thirty or forty people. Their unified characteristic is their eyes. Dim and godless, he was taken away by the mirror of godless and turned into a puppet.
Among the many demon wolves, a demon wolf child of about three or four years old, wrapped in black animal skins and wearing a wolf fur hat, walked alone in front of Naraku, and at this moment, the whirlwind in the distance came and separated, The demon wolf boy Xintai who returned to see the demon wolf boy wailed:
"Ash."
Looking at his younger brother like a walking dead, the core of the monster wolf tribe's eyes were too red, and he cast his gaze on Naraku, desperately rushing towards him, kicking him with his right leg.
"Go to me to die?" Although Xintai is only eleven or twelve years old, it is inlaid with four soul fragments, which greatly increases his physical strength and demon energy. This kick is full of strength, and there are four or five hundred kilograms of force.
Xintai's target was aimed at Naraku, but when he attacked, he was blocked by the mirror in Shenwuyi's hand. He gathered all his strength, flew up and hit the heel, accurately shot down on the mirror, and vented his force.
The bright mirror held by Shenwu's hand received a blow. The mirror surface was slightly stagnant, and the light emitted engulfed Xintai. This demon wolf clan boy flew out like a broken kite.
Xintai, who fell to the ground, was strong enough to get up, but she couldn't. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she fell completely motionless. At this time, the demon wolf clan girl in the white beast fur cape was able to reach it.
The pretty face was full of sweat, and she was ignorant of the Xintai on the ground. The demon wolf girl walked around the field for a week, watching many puppet-like comrades, kneeling there directly, fear, exhaustion, and weakness, these cannibalize her will. And physical strength.
"Master Mage." Naruo carried the baboon skin wrapped around her lower body, crossed Shenwu, and did not look at the demon wolf girl who was kneeling in front of her. Again:
"Why don't you come out?"
"Just arrived." Maitreya was holding a stick in his back, and the straw man with bone nails through his chest was pinched in his left hand. When he walked out of the shadows of the woods, he glanced at Kagura behind Naruto. There was no way, who would let Kagura kneel. With his back facing him, his kimono outlines the graceful curve of his back, which happened to be seen in his eyes, and his body was really good.
"You made these demon wolf tribes like this just to find me?" Maitreya looked leisurely, and after admiring Kagura's figure without any trace, he raised the wooden staff in his right hand and pointed to the demon wolf tribe that looked like puppets around it. ask.
"It's a monster after all! It's always hated by humans, don't mages like you exist just to retreat to them?" Naraku kept a smile on his face, and his words were mysterious.
"That's right, after all, you are not a monster!" Maitreya was tit-for-tat. At this moment, the battle between him and Naraku was without the slightest smoke, but it was even more dangerous, because this battle was not only a contest of spells and strategies, but also a collision of hearts and minds.
In addition to probing Maitreya, Nairo's words were aimed at the demon wolf clan girl who was kneeling on the ground, intending to provoke her hatred and transfer it to Maitreya.
"You are better than your grandfather." Naraku heard the words slightly, which seemed to be praise, but also revealed a news that he knew Maitreya's true identity, and the impostor used didn't work.
"When I was born, his old man was dead. To talk about it, I also want to thank you, Naraku's donor!" Maitreya didn't care about Naraku's piercing, his hand squeezed the grass man, and the words changed sharply, making Naraku applaud. His smile was a bit stagnant.
(End of this chapter)