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Volume Six·Remnant Dawn Chapter 25 Different·Death of God

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    Purple marks were densely carved on the seal, and the thick barrier covered the entire space without blind spots. Zabuza slowly let go of his left hand, and the dark tooth Huang Quanjin fell to the ground, colliding with the lavender seal and making a "ding-dong" sound.  .

    The sound of "Hissing~~~~~" entwined around the hanging fingertips, the "Zheng————" wind sound finally made tears drop on the fingertips, "Tearing————" with the wind-cold arms and seals  After the collision, blood turned into droplets and flew out in a roar like tearing lightning. The smoke of chakra collision silently blocked the vision

    "Tick tock"

    "Tick tock"

    The broken lavender mirror slowly healed under the abundant chakra. The distorted left hand pressed against the mirror made of seals. A metacarpal bone penetrated the flesh, and a little redness carved a fresh mark on the lavender seal.  Mark of.

    There was no expression on Zabuza's face, and a trace of self-mockery emerged in his heart. The chakra of the miko from the Demon Country is comparable to that of a tailed beast

    On the other side of the underworld, Zabuza's self-deprecating smile was slightly gentle, and he could not hide the bitterness at the corners of his lips. He gently hugged the girl who could barely feel the weight in his arms. His broken teeth bit the corners of his lips, and blood dropped on them.  The girl's pale face was as withered and haggard as if she were dripping tears

    The weak breathing and the sweetness of the mouth hid the smell of burning on the girl's body, and the miracle she wanted to maintain stopped at the last moment

    A ray of sourness surged in my heart but could not bring any trace of tears. It hugged the body in my arms almost cruelly. The fire of karma slowly ignited from the chained body. The fireworks ignited in my arms burned my skin.  But it doesn't feel real. Losing again and again is not a tragedy, it's just a comedy directed and performed by myself. The flashbacks in the story are not performed on the other side of the underworld. The only thing left is the murmur that stopped at the corner of Zabuza's mouth: "Tanzi  Didn’t I say everything would be fine"

    Bloodshot tears tore his eyes, and he couldn't tell whose blood slipped from the corners of his eyes. Zabuza slowly raised his head and looked at the miko opposite through the sealing technique. His hoarse voice was so calm that it was a little indifferent: "Can't compensate? These have nothing to do with it.  Do you really care about important garbage, miko from the land of ghosts?"

    The silver-haired miko looked at the pale yellow ghost eyes, and for the first time since she fully inherited the power of the miko, she felt slightly timid.  A strange kind of lucidity grew in Zabuza's mind. Pathological killing, distorted reason, cowardly self, and the small world maintained by suppression were shattered

    'Zabuza' appeared on the bank of the Yellow Spring River. Looking at himself holding nothingness in his arms, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with an evil smile, and he spoke lightly: "Only by giving up feelings will there be no pain. I won,  Zabuza"

    ‘Zabuza’’s body slowly disintegrated, pale and lightly covering the hidden space

    The paleness in the pale yellow eyes faded silently, and the darkness revealed seemed to be clearer in the lavender barrier. Zabuza looked at the witch outside the barrier and said slightly depressed: "I don't know how to compensate you, then you  "

    “What can you do to compensate me?!!!”

    A hoarse voice was shouted forcefully, and the black ghost shadow slowly covered Zabuza's body, and pale cracks tore on the shadow, "Uhhhhhhhh~~~~~~"

    "Hungry" "Hungry" "Hungry"

    The ‘god’ who controlled resentment fell, and uncontrollable resentment overflowed from the body. The hungry undead couldn’t wait to tear apart the fragile shadow and rush towards the living flesh and blood outside the barrier.

    Dozens, hundreds, thousands, endless undead crawled out from the broken ghost shadow, and instantly filled the narrow barrier, people piled up on top of each other

    "Squeak——" Nail nails and broken bones made a harsh sound on the barrier. Looking at the countless undead souls with exposed internal organs and exuding corpse odor, the witch outside the barrier couldn't help but turn slightly pale.  What exactly did you seal

    The expressions of the samurai guarding the witch were even worse, and the sound of their companions' teeth chattering could be heard in their ears.

    Let them fight with terracotta warriors and ninjas, and they may still have the courage to die, but fighting against the kind of ghosts that only existed in the Onmyoji era makes them feel chilled in their hearts.

    Zabuza silently looked at the corpses crowding around him, and pressed back the dislocated finger bones of his left hand with his right hand, and slowly raised the beheading sword. The wind hissed on the blade of the beheading sword, "Zheng————" sounded,  The sharp attribute condensed on the blade of the decapitating sword. Zabuza silently raised the decapitating sword and slashed it down, "Squeak~~~~~~~~!!!"

    The blade splashed dazzling sparks on the lavender barrier with the wind hissing, and the slightest cracks burst wherever the blade touched. "Clang——" a section of the blade cracked, piercing Zabuza's cheek and piercing it.  He saw several undead crowding behind Zabuza. Countless undead souls were tearing at the lavender barrier in vain. Except around Zabuza's body, a steady stream of undead souls were still coming from the holes.Shadows crawled out, crowding the small space in layers.

    Ziyuan looked at the seal being broken step by step, gritting her teeth and increasing the input of chakra, but she still couldn't stop the growing cracks

    “Squeak~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

    The decapitating sword shattered piece by piece due to the friction between the wind and the barrier. The fireworks splashing on the face did not disturb Zabuza's expression at all. The tiger's mouth and fingers were a blur of blood and flesh. The decapitating sword trembled and squeezed into the lavender bit by bit.  within the barrier

    “Wow————!! Bang”

    It was as if the sound of breaking glass resounded in a world where there was no other sound except the roar of the undead due to suppression, stripping away the last silence in front of the door of life and death.

    "Roar~~~~~~" Layers of Arhat-like undead fell from high places. The undead that broke through the prison continued their body's instincts without hesitation, running and crawling towards the living creatures not far away.  body.

    “Clang————”

    “Array~~~!!!” “Shoot!!!” “Protect the miko!!!!”

    The samurai swords that had just been sheathed were drawn out again. Teams of lightfoots formed a square formation under chaotic orders. The three standing spears were pointed diagonally at the attacking dead. Scattered arrows roared into the rotting dead.  On top of his body, several undead souls fell over under the force of the arrows, and were trampled into flesh by the 'corpse brothers' who came one after another behind them. More of them ignored the arrows hanging on their bodies and rushed forward  .

    Slowly holding the shattered beheading sword in front of him, he silently looked at his hands that had begun to heal. Most of the people who ran out of the ice first were the civilians he had killed in order to strengthen his 'turbidity', and the reason was just  It was just because I was afraid of not being able to protect Shiro, but I didn’t even notice that you were guarding me, Tanzi

    Zabuza turned his head slightly and glanced at the lifeless ghost figure behind him. For some reason, he didn't have the roughest heart-wrenching sadness in his heart. The overflowing darkness had spread on the blood-colored soil, and the soil was soaked in blood.  In the dark and burning paleness, the resurrected corpses are released one after another

    "Puff——" "Puff——" "Puff——" The sound of spears being stabbed into the body was endless. The layer upon layer of spears caused the sea of ??corpses to stagnate slightly. Dozens of corpses hung on the bodies of the guns, twisting and shaking.  , the corpses that came one after another crowded hundreds of corpses on the spears in a few breaths, and the dense forest of spears tore apart in the breath of the undead

    Being rushed into the forest of guns, Qingzu panicked. A dozen leading samurai rushed forward with samurai swords. Within a few breaths, they were buried by the surging undead, "Oh~~~~"

    “Chi—” The shriek of tearing flesh and blood and excruciating pain impacted Qingzu’s panicked mind.

    "Bump——!" "Bump——!" A dozen undead stepped on the piled corpses of their 'companions' and dug into the array of light feet. Several gaps leaked out of the already panicked gun array, and they were barely blocked.  The undead outside the gun circle swarmed in

    "Whoosh——" A light-footed man dropped his bamboo spear and drew out the Kodachi sword from his waist and chopped off the head of the undead. The putrid body took a few steps forward and fell headfirst into the mud. He had no time to rejoice and lost the three spears leaking out.  Several corpses squeezed in through the gap in the defense, and they threw Qingzu to the ground before he could retract his knife. "Chi——puff——uh ah ah ah~~~~~~" Blood spattered out,  Wu Ming was dismembered and ended up being snatched by the undead

    "Huh" Zabuza exhaled a breath of turbid air. The smell of being surrounded by a group of rotting corpses was not that good. He dragged the decapitating sword with almost no blade forward with his backhand

    A steady stream of undead souls are still pouring out of the white prison. Occasionally, a few dead people wearing broken footwear are mixed in, pulling their own incomplete or blood-stained weapons and rushing forward  

    Cold sweat covered Mitsui's forehead. While guarding Shion, he forced himself to calm down while pulling Shion, who was already in a daze, to run back. Dozens of ninjas from various countries were closely guarding them.

    "Uh vomit vomit~~~~" Ziyuan stumbled and fell down. The contents of her stomach couldn't help but gush out of her throat. She could foresee death and was used to it.  There is no way to escape the bloody hell created by people fighting each other.

    Mitsui came back, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted: "Master Shion, you and several other ninja masters go to the five major ninja villages to seek refuge, and let me cut off your heir"

    “Ugh~~~”

    Ziyuan vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water and stretched out her hand to stop Mitsui who rushed back, but her squirming stomach made her lower her head and continue to vomit. When she looked up, Mitsui's figure had disappeared into the noisy light feet  

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