The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Even so, this is a helpless choice, so... farewell."

Shiki Yingji didn't hold anything that could be called a weapon. If I had to say it, it was just the mediocre stick of repentance in her hand.

She who judges the dead is originally not qualified to take action against the living. The King of Hell does not have pure good and evil, and her sense of right and wrong is just a guidepost for the dead.

But now, Shiki Yingji wants to judge an undead soul through her own hands. This is undoubtedly a violation of the rules of the world, but unfortunately, maybe everyone has forgotten it, or maybe everyone does not Willing to believe that--

On the ground, no one can stop the King of Hell.

The top of the stick of repentance has a sharp shape. Siji Yingji aims it at Huo Qing'e's heart. With this stab, the other party will not have to endure too much pain, and the death that comes quietly is the most peaceful.

A cold dead silence shrouded the huge hall of rights and wrongs. Shiki Yingji gently raised her hand, gave her penitent stick a space to accelerate, and then stabbed it down without mercy.

"Well"

Huo Qing'e couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. The pain of her body being torn apart was so intense. Now that her consciousness was clear, she was like a suffering saint, bearing these meaningless sins.

The blooming blood flowers on her chest condensed into threads and fell down the stick of repentance in tick-tick-tick ticks. The countdown to the last time started in her mind, and she seemed to be able to see her own death line.

Facing the end called death, Huo Qing'e's eyes flashed with many unwritten regrets. One stroke at a time, some were left behind, some were relieved, some were regretful, and some were disdainful. In the end, she expressed her feelings clearly. The throat that smelled of sweet blood expressed its own question——

"Why, stop?"

The desire to die receded like a tide. Huo Qing'e stretched out her hand and touched the stick of repentance that was only half inserted into her chest. There was deep doubt on her face: "Why?"

Siji Yingji did not answer her question, but stood up silently, ignoring the stick of repentance still left on Huo Qing'e's body. After leaving a confining spell, she turned around and left the hall.

Huo Qing'e looked at Si Ji Yingji's leaving figure with complicated eyes. She could feel that the other party's murderous intention and determination were not fake, and there was absolutely no reason to stop.

In fact, this is also the case. Shiki Yingji never thought about keeping her hands, but an accident forced her to stop what she was doing.

Quickly arriving at the door of the main hall, her uncertain expression showed that Shiki Yingji was not at peace in her heart.

Looking at the other side of the Santu River, in the direction of Gensokyo, she couldn't help but murmured: "Akong has awakened? How is this possible? It happened a full year and a half earlier than planned. Is this also the result of the change? "

The wind is howling.

No, it is not the wind that roars, but the ominous demonic power in the wind.

The sun disappeared, and the demonic cloud formed by the huge demonic power covered the sky. What roared was not the lightning in the sky, but the flames from hell.

Spurting, rotating, the dark red hellfire was jumping, singing a tragic song of death and despair. Akong, whose whole body was filled with blood, stood on the earth as if he was reborn from the fire.

"Ah, you're back?"

It seemed like a greeting from a wife who was waiting for her husband to return. There was a sickly flush on Feng Jian Yuxiang's face, and her body was shaking not because of fear, but to welcome the supreme pleasure that was about to come.

"...get in the way."

Akong's cold eyes swept over Feng Jian Youxiang in front of him, and the flames focused on the hand cannon on his right wrist rolled over without any explanation, and a large sea of ​​flowers was instantly burned to scorched earth.

There were crackling sounds one after another, and her beloved flowers were treated so cruelly, but Feng Jian Yuxiang was not angry. In other words, the appearance of "A Kong" had completely eradicated her despicable emotions.

Using his domineering flames to force Ji Feng Jian Youxiang to retreat, Akong's sharp eyes like blades fell on the two people in the air the next moment.

But it was not Takeya and Reimu, but Shenzi and Tu Zigu.

"The technique has an ancient flavor. It's an onmyoji's trick. So that's it, is it you?"

The cold question fell on the ears of the two of them. Neither Shenzi nor Tu Zigu understood why she, who was a companion a second ago, suddenly turned into a hostile state.

No, that doesn't seem right. She doesn't seem to belong to any side, because she seems to be attacking people on both sides at the same time.

etc.

Shenzi glanced at "A Kong" in surprise, and then asked uncertainly: "Who are you?"

If she hadn't been at the scene all along, it would be difficult to regard the gloomy iceberg and the dull hellcrow as the same person before. Isn't the gap too big?

But "A Kong" didn't pay attention to Shenzi's question. She stared at Shenzi quietly for a while and then said: "It seems that it's not you."

"ah?"

Shenzi frowned and looked at "Akong". Before she could ask the rest of the words, Kazami Yuxiang on the other side couldn't wait any longer.

"It's really too much, to leave me alone like this—"

Facing the fist coming with the sound of breaking wind, "Kon" did not dodge or dodge, and directly swung his hand cannon against Kazami Yuka's fist.

The terrifying wind pressure spread from between the two of them, rolling up petals all over the sky. The two of them in the rain of flowers were bathed in this beautiful and ruined scene, with the agitated fighting spirit running freely.

"You're in the way, flower demon, get out of my way." Although he said so, the movements of "A Kong"'s hands did not show restraint at all, and the radiating flames almost turned the sea of ​​flowers into the color of hell.

"In the end, you still didn't remember my name?" Feng Jian Youxiang's eyes dimmed, but her fist style became more fierce: "But it makes me very unhappy. I owe you a favor for no reason. There is a limit to humiliation. !"

"tsk"

The black wings spread out, "A Kong" soared into the sky in the blink of an eye, stepped through the atmosphere with one step, and turned into a red meteor and rushed into the sky. Fengfeng grinned when he saw Youxiang, and followed closely behind.

Two streams of light, one red and one green, kept intersecting in the sky. The demonic power vibrating in the air almost made everyone unable to open their eyes. Wu Ye stared at the red meteor intently.

He always felt like he had seen that "Akong" somewhere. No, it wasn't like, it was definitely!

He must have seen "A Kong" like that before!

But where is it?

Before Takeya could figure out the answer, Reimu's anxious shouts came to his ears. Takeya woke up and saw that the red meteors in his field of vision were getting bigger. When he came back to his senses, the scenery on both sides of him was Step back quickly.

"What's going on, Master?"

What he heard was still a familiar name, but Akong's tone made Takeya feel extremely unfamiliar: "Where is Yingji, why are we fighting that flower demon, and what's going on with that technique, and that Onmyoji doesn't have one?" dead?"

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After listening to "Akong"'s question, Takeru was completely stunned. Now he only had one thought in his mind, that is, what on earth is this guy talking about?