Jujutsu Kaisen: I Am The Strongest Spellcaster

Gojo Satoru glanced at Wenren Moyan, who had already rushed forward out of anger.

He said to Xia Youjie, "Jie, take the whistle and leave first. I'll go help Wen Ren."

Xia Youjie nodded, without hesitation, he protected Ieiri Shōko behind him and summoned the Cursed Spirit to protect him tightly.

Ieiri Shōko is the only one in their group who has no fighting ability and is a support medical staff.

It is also a very rare existence in the Jujutsu world and is a national treasure-level figure.

In addition, there is Gojo Satoru, Wenren Moyan, Xia Youjie's best friend at the same time, and the only girl among the four.

Every time these people fight, as long as Ieiri Shōko is present, the first task is to protect Shōko from being harmed.

You must know that apart from Wenren Moyan, only Ieiri Shōko has understood the reversal technique.

Even Gojo Satoru didn't realize it!

And Ieiri Shōko will use the Reversal Technique to heal her partners.

Anyone who plays World of Warcraft or MOBA knows that when fighting in a group, protect the wet nurse first.

Before this special Cursed Spirit can activate its realm to block this place, Xia Youjie needs to take Ieiri Shōko out of here as soon as possible.

After all, as long as it is a powerful Cursed Spirit, it will have its own realm of birth.

Although not as rare and powerful as Domain Expansion.

But it is still very difficult to deal with. From the perspective of ordinary people, it is like a ghost beating a wall!

At this time, Wenren Moyan had already arrived in front of the blade Cursed Spirit.

Seeing the other party's arrogant attitude, Wenren Mo Yan smiled coldly.

"Drag? It's illegal to drag in front of me."

"Ghost Face, pull him in!"

"Understood, Master!"

The ghost face suddenly appeared behind Wenren Moyan, his hands formed seals, and the majestic spell power poured out.

A weird and terrifying grimace, half red and half cyan.

The voice sounded like two people speaking at the same time, with an accent.

"Domain Expansion."

"Knife Mountain!"

"Chainhai!"

A sharp sound pierced the air, and a black ball formed by the power of the curse suddenly appeared at the highest point of the mall.

Almost the entire upper half of the building was filled.

Gojo Satoru looked at the realm hanging in the middle of the air, as if he had lost a million dollars.

"Oops, that guy Wen Ren Mo Yan got the better of him!"

Gojo Satoru regretted that he should have moved faster, he also wanted to kill monsters.

There was no other way, so Gojo Satoru had to wait outside.

At this time, Xia Youjie has safely sent Ieiri Shōko to a safe place.

Then rushed back.

He looked at Gojo Satoru who was sitting on the ground bored, and then looked at the field that appeared above the mall.

"Satoru, what's going on?"

Xia Youjie asked in confusion, looking around, but did not find Wenren Mo Yan.

It seems that it is mostly within the realm.

Watching the fluctuation of the spell power, it seems like hearing someone's ink words.

Gojo Satoru was unhappy and curled his lips: "What else can happen? That guy Wenren is really selfish. He eats alone."

"Is this so?" Xia Youjie murmured, looking towards the realm above.

In the field, the Blade Cursed Spirit, which was just born, no longer has the high spirits it had before.

Instead, he looked around with confusion and fear, a little hesitant and at a loss.

Iron chains like a sea, gathered like mountains, densely packed with sharp blades.

This seems to be the most terrifying execution ground in the world.

Even if the Blade Cursed Spirit takes one step, his feet will be pierced by countless blades and bound by iron chains.

There is no blood here, no temperature, only countless blades flashing with cold light, with powerful energy, like back stabs.

The chain, as thick as a python, snakes around the entire space like a swimming Ryuichi, waiting for opportunities to move.

"You hold your head too high."

Wenren Moyan looked at the Cursed Spirit of the blade that was still standing, and actually dared to look up at it.

Wenren Moyan said in a cold voice.

"Kneel down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely tyrannical force was like a mountain, pressing hard on the newly formed burly body of Blade Cursed Spirit.

boom---

A huge force mercilessly pressed the blade Cursed Spirit onto the ground full of blades.

For a moment, dark green blood flowed across the area.

The Blade Cursed Spirit howled in pain as countless holes were opened in its body.

If the Blade Cursed Spirit could speak, he would definitely say that he is still a child!

After all, he hasn't been there for ten minutes since he was born.

I just pretended to be a bitch when I came on stage, so what?

Wenren Moyan doesn't care about that. He dares to kill the people I save and he dares to show off in front of me.

Who will die if you don’t die! Not only do I want you to die, but I also want you to taste what it means to live worse than death before you die.

No one, not even Sukuna, can show off in front of me. They have to eat three kilograms of defense before they are qualified to talk to me.

The only one who can show off is me, who knows what people say!

Blade Cursed Spirit struggled hard, with all the curse power in his body, but his body seemed to be suppressed by a five-fingered mountain, unable to move.

In the face of the absolute strength gap.

His resistance seemed so weak and insignificant.

This is because Wenren Moyan did not use the unlimited Cursed Spirit speech technique.

Instead, he simply used spells.

If it were an unlimited Cursed Spirit speech technique, let alone wanting to get up, there wouldn't even be the thought of resistance.

But, that wouldn't be fun.

Wen Ren Mo Yan just wanted to watch the other person's furious look of wanting to resist but being powerless and helpless.

Behind him, Ghost Face sighed.

"As expected of my master, this aura and strength are so powerful that I can suppress the special Cursed Spirit with just one word!"

"I simply can't find another person who can compare with the master."

Wen Ren Mo Yan pinched his throat. After all, he suppressed a special Cursed Spirit to a level that was worse than a dog.

My throat is still a little affected and it feels rather itchy.

Wen Ren Mo Yan coughed and finally got rid of the discomfort.

If he let the Blade Cursed Spirit know, he would be forced into this kind of virtue.

You just have a itchy throat, so don't break your defense and doubt your life.

The blade that breaks defenses Cursed Spirit: Ouch, what are you doing, Ouch aha~

My blade, Cursed Spirit, is a special grade Cursed Spirit after all, so you should give me some respect.

There is no nonsense in what Wen Renmo says.

"hang up."

The ghost face behind him was very obedient and manipulated a few iron chains to hang the blade Cursed Spirit in the air in large characters.

This reminded Wen Ren Mo Yan on the side that he seemed to have been hung up by Ghost Face like this last time.

This kid doesn't have any hobbies.

Then the whipping session began.

The blow caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere, it was too horrible to look at.

After a while, all the flesh on the surface of the blade Cursed Spirit was removed.

Ghostface's whip is made of chains and blades.

Simply put, there are a lot of knives on it.

With one draw, a pile of flesh and blood can be cut off.

The taste is similar to Lingchi.

But just when Ghost Face was pumping vigorously, the Cursed Spirit of the blade exploded!

A flash of blood flashed by!

It actually broke through the realm of Ghost Face and flew towards the outside.

The speed was so fast that even Wenren Moyan was shocked!

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