Damn it, I have a pair of Sharingan eyes

"If you have never seen a glimmer of light, even if it is a flame, the moth will surely pounce on it desperately, even if it is destruction, death from which it will never return. "

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"The three super-grade spell spirits, each of them comes from the special feeding of Su Fu's fingers, so they will be more powerful than ordinary super-grade spell spirits, plus me and this gentleman, such a lineup, Xia Youjun, how about it?"

On the top of the towering urban building, Xia Youjie in front of the tarmac stared at the three super-grade spells in front of him, who were about to be taken into his pocket, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with a blazing brilliance, although the existence in front of him was obviously a delicate and lovely beauty not long ago, but now he has actually become a well-dressed man with sword eyebrows.

But he still recognized her, and he could recognize the disgusting stench on her body just by entering his nose, as if it came from the soul, and no matter how the skin changed, it could never be washed away.

"Enough... Plus them. Xia Youjie clenched his fists lightly, and the next moment, the three dying spell spirits turned into three brilliant beads under the power of the whirlpool, which were swallowed into Xia Youjie's stomach one by one.

"It's still the same as before, it's disgusting and hard to swallow...", this kind of swallowing, Xia Youjie has repeated it too many times in the past ten years, but every time it enters his throat, it is breaking his soul, tearing his reason and sobriety, making him more and more questioning and disgusted with this world.

Fortunately, today, he can say goodbye to this world, which makes him extremely happy.

"Don't you ask me what my name is, it's a new skin I've managed to find. The man dressed in a priest's uniform and a red sword at his waist showed a deep smile, but Xia Youjie refused without hesitation.

"No, Miss Kaori is still Miss Kaori, isn't it? That's why I still call you that, I don't care about your future.

"Yes? I don't care... Hehehe, that's right, if you don't have any worries, I'm afraid you can handle it calmly even in the face of death. "

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December 24th, late at night, Shinjuku, Tokyo.

"Need... Need an invoice!ahh

"Really, one spell after another, it feels like it's never finished.

As he spoke, when it once again choked the short and thick neck of the spell spirit, behind him, a handsome young man with white hair raised his horn and shouted in a deep voice to the crow-like spell spirit group that was entrenched like dark clouds in the sky: "All, dissipate!"

With the crisp sound of a fireworks explosion, the invisible powerful mana had already followed the sound and came to the high sky, and in the blink of an eye, it scattered all the spell spirit crows that covered the sky.

A rain of ashes fell, but the two of them just continued to face the wave of spells in all directions, back to back, comparable to a tsunami, and even the communication with each other seemed extremely rapid.

"Thorn, how many spells have you removed?" The

panda slammed the ground with a punch, and the dog rolled the thorns at the same time, and the fierce shock overturned all the spell spirits around him, taking advantage of this gap, the panda did not hesitate to open his claws, and directly buckled the two scarred spells in front of him, and after a crisp and crisp stabbing sound, he directly tore the two third-level spell spirits apart.

"All, don't move!" Dog

Curly Thorn poured a large mouthful of throat lozenge, but he still couldn't stop the blood gushing out of his throat at the end, even as the first first-grade magician to be promoted to a second-level magician, if he forcibly applied a spell to dozens of second- and third-level spells at once, the feedback he received would be quite huge.

Dog Curly Thorn coughed violently, and stretched out his hands with a red face, his left hand was more than six and his right hand was more than three, which meant that he had eliminated sixty-three spell spirits since the beginning of the battle, such a proud record, it was no wonder that Gojo Satoru valued him so much.

"Really? so much? It seems... I'm going to work harder, too! Before dawn the next day, get rid of these damn spell spirits! Strive for a hot red bean rice cake soup!" The

panda roared in the sky, and the mana power of his whole body suddenly rose from blue to dark purple, only to see that the stone broke the sky, and above the ruins where it was originally standing, another more powerful and taller, more rapid and violent gray shadow chased the wind and swept forward, the terrifying spell barrier like mountains and seas, everywhere it went, it was indestructible and invincible.

"But it's useless for us to refuel... Kuichiro, Yuta, you have to work hard!", the gorilla with a hideous and ugly face turned the magic power in his palm, and under the punch that shook the ground, even the surrounding space trembled violently, and it thought so secretly in its heart, but it even increased the output of the mana in its palm that seemed to be endless.

The other, Shinjuku, is the Buddha Seat.

Built in Shibuya by three generations of the Suigetsu family, this sturdy and quaint building was built in Shibuya with a strong Japanese style before the war, and its role is not only a simple underground shopping mall and subway, but also a power generation and broadcasting tower, and even a stray bullet resistance, which can be described as a nerve center hidden in the shadow of the Shinjuku government.

And today, this unsinkable barrier that can accommodate 10,000 people is quiet and terrifying, only dozens of men and women in straight suits, who are anxiously trotting left and right, reporting something to several high-level people in the center.

"There is a first-level spell spirit in the west, which has killed one of us and seriously injured three!It is still close to the Di Vatican!" "

Thirteen second-level spell spirits in the south have killed four magicians! They are asking for help!"

"And to the east, there is also a spell spirit that is constantly making killings, level... The level seems to be quasi-special!"

There is constantly bad news coming, they are like dung and slapping on the faces of the night moth and Rakuyanji, making the corners of the mouths of the two principals twitch, as veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, long before the war, they have actually predicted the number of spells that may appear in Tokyo this time, and on this basis, they have doubled the heavy troops, logically speaking, this should be a battle to grab experience.

But the situation is different from any of them imagined, the spell spirit that descended on Shinjuku is so many that it is like a tsunami frenzy that drowned Noah's Ark, every street, every corner, every building, the spell spirit is simply as ubiquitous as maggots, even if the people with the magic are sincerely united, but what if they are facing a demon king who can set off a super-standard war with the power of only one person, and attack the city and conquer the city?

There is no doubt that the result will end in a crushing defeat for them, or even a total annihilation.

At this moment, the situation on the spell master's side is already in great danger!"

"Mr. Leyanji, Principal Night Moth, it seems that in this case, we have to take action, and it will be a big problem if we wait any longer. The woman with a very strange ponytail was plump and slender, but she released Senhan's killing intent with a smile, she held the rose giant axe, and seemed to be about to fight without getting an answer from the two.

And beside her, another man in a mottled shoulder strap suit, meticulously combed his blonde hair, looking at the tragic images frequently transmitted on the surveillance at this moment, the muscles on his cheeks were also unknown for a moment, and the uncontrollable anger almost destroyed the sanity of this man known for his stability.

"Mr. Headmaster, with all due respect, such a situation is not an exaggeration to describe it with 100,000 urgency, if we don't let these first-level magicians fight, the losses that will occur next will be immeasurable, if Miss Styx wants to participate in the war, then I must go.

"Nanami...", Nightmoth raised his forehead and sighed, but in the end he didn't stop this former student, because he knew too well that he could become a good spell master, which one was not a madman?

From the Di Brahma Throne, several auras far surpassed the existence of the rest of the magicians and walked out to join the battlefield, and in the monitoring, the two principals only looked at each other slightly, but they were silent.

At the end of all positions, on the comfortable recliner, the tall and slender man quietly hid his killing intent, and said coldly: "Make such a big move in Tokyo, Jie, this bastard, what about others?"

"I didn't see it, maybe it was the same as you, hiding."

Gojo Satoru swallowed the matcha Daifuku in one gulp, but he didn't have the pleasure of eating sweets at all, but a cold sweat poured out on his white forehead.

Because he was making a long-lost gamble with Xia Youjie, and the bet was Shuiyue Soichiro and Otoku Yuta.

He put the bet on the possibility that "Xia Youjie will appear in Tokyo and take advantage of the situation to snatch Otoku Yuta and Mizuzuki Koichiro".

That's why Mizuki Koichiro and Otoku Yuta will all go to Kyoto, leaving themselves alone, the strongest, ready to make the final end with themselves ten years ago.

But time has passed too long, really too long, so long that in Gojo Satoru's heart, that uneasy imagination almost uncontrollably emerges.

"What if, Xia Youjie didn't aim at Tokyo from beginning to end, but guessed that Otoku Yuta and Mizuzuki Soichiro would go to Kyoto, and he went there alone?"

This crazy idea was confirmed by the night moth's pale face and dry murmur, like a siege hammer, smashing into Gojo Satoru's heart.

"[The window] just got a message... Half an hour ago... Xia Youjie... Coming to Kyoto, Mizutsuki, Mizugetsu ...

"What's wrong with him!?" Leyan

Temple's face was also ugly and scary, a pair of thin lips seemed to have been greatly damaged, constantly trembling, too disordered breathing, making the old man's chest tremble disorderly, if it weren't for the identity of the sorcerer, I am afraid that he would die violently on the spot, and no one would believe it.

If you want to say the last paragraph, neither the Night Moth Righteous Way nor the Leyan Temple can actually do it, but ignoring the facts will not let the facts dissipate, on the contrary, it will only exude a grander and more dazzling brilliance.

"He's dead. "