Overgod Ascension

"Hijikata Fujiyong—why do you want to learn kendo?"

This is a kendo gymnasium, and Hichikata Fujiyong, who was still a child, was kneeling on the ground, in front of him was an old man in hemp clothes and clogs with sharp eyes.

"To become an excellent samurai!"

"wrong!!"

Bang, the bamboo sword was struck, and the pain pierced the bone. What made Hijikata Fujiyong even more unforgettable was the look in the eyes of the old man: "A samurai should have no fear of life and death, and a swordsman should have one heart and nothing else! Mystery!"

At this moment, the figure of the old man looked so lonely: "When one day, you can abandon life and death, honor, and even the status of a warrior, you will truly appreciate the essence of Wunianliu!"

boom!

In reality, Hijikata Fujiyong stepped back a dozen steps, his hands almost numb.

Even though he is a generation of swordsmen, he is already middle-aged, and he doesn't have the ghostly power blessed by Wu Ming's magic!

The ultimate 'power' that he condensed just now - Killing God One Slash, is already the pinnacle of his life, the sum of the murderous aura accumulated in the past twenty years!

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted!

Now, his physical strength is declining from the peak, and he will never return to his previous state.

More importantly, Wu Ming on the opposite side would never give him a chance to adjust.

'Are you going to die? '

Hijikata Fujiyong murmured in his heart, and suddenly became determined: "Even if I abandon life and death, abandon dignity and the name of a samurai, I will defeat you!" '

At this moment, he finally abandoned his fear of life and death, his obsession with warrior honor, and even...abandoned himself!

And in this gloomy state, Hijikata Fujiyong suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret technique that Wu Nianliu had never comprehended emerged in his mind.

"Profound Truth—the position of the floating bird!"

Hijikata Fujiyong's mind was as calm as water for a moment, or in other words, his heart had flown out of his body and combined with some extreme power in the whole world.

This kind of power was so great that he got out of the unfavorable state at once, assumed the posture of a swordsman, and slowly drew out his sword.

Crash!

The waves are rough, and there seems to be the long chirping of seagulls on it.

"Um?"

At this moment, a barren sea seemed to appear in front of Wu Ming, with rough waves, wind and snow, and floating birds flying high in the surf!

The floating bird finally turned into a beam of sword light, appearing in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

"Lord!"

Matsushita Kenichi, Matsushita Shota, etc. were shocked, even abandoned the honor of the samurai, and stood up one by one to draw their swords.

Ding!

After the crisp sound, the two figures merged and separated.

"I'm fine!"

Wu Ming slowly stood on the spot, looking at the big cut on the five-color robe on his chest, his face was rather ugly.

"My lord, Wu Yun is prosperous, invincible in the world!"

Seeing the face of the lord opposite, Hijikata Fujiyong fell to the ground, the victory and defeat were naturally clear at a glance, and Matsushita Shota and the others bowed down with joy.

'If it wasn't for the five-color robe this time, I would definitely be injured...'

Wu Ming thought to himself, he is a real person himself, a cultivator, and it is strange that he does not use magic weapons when dealing with swordsmen and warriors.

It's just that he didn't expect that the opponent could break through in the end, causing his five-color robes to be damaged a lot.

At this time, he came to Hijikata Fujiyong, looked at the bleeding wound on the opponent's body, and there were still black marks of wind and thunder around him: "What else do you want to say?"

"I really want to..."

Hijikata Fujiyong's eyes brightened a little at this time: "I seem to be back in my hometown, to see the cherry blossoms, and...to drink the samurai tea she brewed..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end he fell helplessly.

He tilted his head, and immediately fell into complete darkness.

...

I don't know how long it has been.

Hijikata Fujiyong opened his eyes again: "Is this... the kingdom of heaven?"

The surroundings seemed to be a dungeon, dark and damp, but there were dark brown blood stains on the stone platform below him, which had long since dried up, as if filled with endless ferocity and resentment.

"It seems... that a person like me cannot become a Buddha after death. Could it be that this is the kingdom of the Nether Shura..."

"Wrong, you are still alive!"

Wu Ming's figure slowly walked over, with a strange aura that he had never had before: "Tell me, who ordered you to come here?"

Although it was normal for the swordsman to seek revenge for his apprentice, Wu Ming still felt something was wrong.

"Speak out quickly, or I will destroy your no-thought flow!"

At this time, he naturally didn't need to hide.

"With Oniichiden's capacity, it does have the ability to destroy the Wunianliu, but I came here entirely on my own will... Hasegawa Zaemon is my most beloved disciple..."

Hijikata Fujiyong wanted to struggle, but found that the body below the head had lost consciousness, so he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"Didn't lie?"

Wu Ming frowned: "Forget it, anyway, you will say it sooner or later..."

While chanting the divine mantra, a cloud of white mist emerged, wriggling like a small snake, and got in from Hijikata Fujiyong's facial features.

"You... evil yin and yang skills!"

Hijikata Fujiyong's face turned red, but unfortunately, he was seriously injured, and he had lost the condensed energy, blood and spirit, and was unable to resist Wu Ming's spells.

His eyes became darker and darker, and finally fell into darkness.

After a while, Wu Ming withdrew his palm on Hijikata Tengyong Tianling's cover, with a hint of doubt on his face: "After hearing the news, the information bought from the ninja with a lot of money is normal...but, why do I always Feel something wrong?"

In his opinion, his fame in the Izumo country will definitely attract the attention of interested people.

And when this attention reached its peak, some temptations inevitably occurred.

Although it seems normal, there is no guarantee that there will be no hostile reincarnation in the middle.

After all, if he wanted to set up a bait to catch him, he wouldn't be so stupid. It's perfectly normal for him to go into battle by himself and use other dead ghosts.

"Forget it...whether you are a dead ghost or a hapless person, or a simple avenger, at least...it is still useful..."

Wu Ming looked at the other party's face and said thoughtfully.

This warrior already has a third-level realm. Although it is purely swordsmanship, he is still a strong man of the same level as himself in essence. With this essence, he is a candidate for a good shadow warrior.

"Hmm... I'm a little old, and I'm a little short, but these are not problems. The corpse refining technique of the Corpse Refining Sect can solve it..."

Afterwards, he immediately glanced at Hijikata Fujiyong carefully with the gaze of looking at pork in the vegetable market.

"As for the aura, I can plant a technique made of my hair and blood on him... Well, I have to say, in this regard, Fusang's Yin Yang technique is still somewhat useful..."

"The final question of control, how about inserting the Kunai Talisman in the sea of ​​consciousness? The hypnotism in ninjutsu seems to be used in conjunction with it..."

During this period of time, Wu Ming didn't do nothing.

In addition to daily routine practice, through the relationship between Ito Keihide and ninjas, I got a lot of power books about onmyoji, ninjas, and even kendo, learned from each other, and summed up the essence.

Now another high-quality material is delivered to the door. Combined with the previous idea of ​​Shadow Warrior, a plan immediately emerged in Wu Ming's mind.

Just do it!

Wu Ming took out a small knife, compared Hichikata Tengyao's face shape, and immediately opened a gash in the opponent's face without hesitation.

The creepy sound of scraping flesh and bone continued to be heard. After more than half an hour, Wu Ming looked at his work and reluctantly expressed his satisfaction.

"And... just..."

He didn't stop with his knife, and carved a pentagram circle on the opponent's forehead. Immediately, he cut open his finger, allowing drops of blood to seep into it.

"The Taiyin shines in the dark, and the spirit of the Nine Nethernesses, listen to my orders, and be as urgent as the law!"

The sound of low-pitched incantations resounded continuously in the dungeon, and circles of dark and thick ghostly air immediately enveloped Hijikata Fujiyong on the stone platform.

crunch! crunch!

Amidst the teeth-piercing voice, the bones on his body continued to proliferate, the wound on his face began to heal, blood and flesh spread, and his skin became plump and smooth, as if he looked twenty years younger in an instant.

At the same time, his face was constantly changing, gradually approaching Wu Ming himself.

"Using a knife in my face... There is always a strange feeling of discomfort..."

Wu Ming touched his face, and then looked at the figure on the stone platform who looked more and more like his twin brother, with a serious expression on his face: "Well...although it can be fake...but it's still not as handsome as me!"

...

"Everyone!"

In the meeting room of the Oni Family, Matsushita Shota, Kenichi, Ou Hayakichi, Tachibana Shigerusuke, and the recruited samurai were all there, with their hands on the ground, listening to the instructions of the Oni Family Governor, Oni Yifagan, on the chief seat.

"Everyone has worked hard this month, all the work has been done very well, thank you all!"

Gui Yifayan put his hands on the ground and saluted in the same way.

"Don't dare!"

As the head of the family, with such a humble and kind attitude, the other warriors returned the salute one after another, even more secretly heartbroken.

After all the miscellaneous matters were dealt with, Oni Yifayan said: "Thanks to the efforts of Tachibana Shigerusuke and Ou Sayakichi, the temple on the hill was also built, so I named it 'Honnoji Temple'! Please come!"

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands, and the wooden door was pulled open, and a benevolent monk walked in.

"Let me introduce to you gentlemen, this master is called Shanseng Zhengfang, who was invited by me to preside over my family temple!"

The ghost said with a discerning eye.

"My name is Shanseng Zhengfang, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice!"

The monk immediately saluted all the warriors present.

He looks very young, maybe less than 30 years old. Although he is a little puzzled, since the lord is so trusting, and there is a touch of Zen in his every move, he looks like a well-educated monk, the servants dare not Neglect is also a gift.

"Well, if you are meaningless, from today onwards, the Honnoji Temple will be handed over to you, don't let me down!"

"Hi!"

The mountain monk Zhengfang respectfully agreed, and looked at the ghost with eyes, and everything was kept silent. (To be continued.)