Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The idiom "a bow reflected in a cup is like a snake in the water" is a complex sentence that evolved from a fable. The original story is about someone hosting a dinner party. A bow hanging on the wall was reflected in a wine cup. The guest thought there was a snake in the cup, and when he got home, he suspected that he had been poisoned by a snake and fell ill.

It's used to describe people who are suspicious and paranoid, but in this world, this situation is not difficult to achieve.

The path for humans to transcend the ordinary is through extreme emotional fluctuations, which trigger an overclock in thinking, allowing them to reach another dimension.

In other words, the extraordinary is the power of intention.

Gods, humans, ghosts—all extraordinary powers are no exception.

The Yamata no Orochi in front of me is only one-eighth of the original Yamata no Orochi.

His power lies in "parasitic thinking and manipulating souls".

His specialty is similar to the original meaning of "seeing a snake in a cup" (a Chinese idiom meaning to be suspicious of something).

By projecting non-existent, indescribable things into human thought, they are transformed into what he fears most, thus completely inducing the emotion of "fear" in human beings, causing them to begin to collapse from the weakness in their hearts.

Once the mind is completely defeated, even extraordinary power will be rendered useless, allowing the shadow of Orochi to penetrate the depths of one's mind and turn one into a puppet.

In short, this is a mental attack that takes effect very quickly and is extremely difficult to defend against.

Uesugi Kiyoshi unsurprisingly fell victim to the virus.

He felt a darkness before his eyes, as if someone was constantly playing a mournful death knell in his mind, the deafening sound waves churning and disturbing him.

Leaning on his sword, Uesugi Kiyoshi bent down, his breathing becoming heavy and rapid, his pupils gradually becoming stained with black threads, making his current state somewhat terrifying.

Beyond the barrier of Buddha's light, a high monk lowered his head and sighed softly.

"The shadow of Orochi entered his body, causing his mental defenses to collapse. What a pity for such a talented young swordsman."

"Everyone, prepare yourselves. If this evil spirit tries to break the seal through this incident, even if it means its soul is scattered, we will not let it succeed."

Several uneven Buddhist chants rang out, and the spiritual light around the six high monks surged, while their aura also became somewhat fierce.

They have been with the incarnation of Orochi for hundreds of years and know this evil spirit's methods all too well.

Those who fall victim to this trick have no chance of escape.

These ancient gods typically possessed very simple abilities, but correspondingly, these abilities were so powerful that they were difficult to counter.

Of course, Uesugi Kiyoshi did not give up, nor did he accept his fate.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and black wisps, creating an eerie scene.

A vicious smile, tinged with bloodlust, stretched from his lips to his ears.

"call"

"Do you perhaps mistake me for a weak-willed mortal?"

"Is that all the strength you have? Didn't you eat enough?!"

"Huhu."

After catching his breath, Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly straightened up.

"You are a god, but I am not?"

"You want to control me?"

"Just you?!"

"Masters, please open the door to convenience!"

This sentence was spoken to the six figures in monk robes.

The high monks looked at each other in disbelief. They had not expected that Uesugi Kiyoshi would still have the power to resist.

The next second, the surprised expression turned into horror.

They sensed a powerful force knocking on the door of the seal.

"This this."

"This is the real deal, Shenwei!"

"We can misjudge people too! This is no young swordsman at all!"

"This is a true god!"

These were all knowledgeable Buddhist shop owners, so naturally they could recognize what this aura represented.

Uesugi Kiyoshi activated the ascension staircase in his dream, stirring up the faith accumulated within it.

A mysterious feeling welled up in his heart, which made the mental pollution he had been suffering from lessen.

The monks exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

With a wave of his hand and a flick of his sleeve.

The Buddhist path suddenly opened up.

Behind Uesugi Kiyoshi, the earth was cracked in patches.

A towering building rose up with a roar.

Palaces and pavilions, adorned with jewels and gold, their carved beams and painted pillars a masterpiece of nature.

White walls and red tiles, steep eaves reaching into the clouds, still carrying a touch of the cool moonlight.

A castle tower suddenly appeared.

At the very top of the pavilion, a huge ghost ship floated without wind, adding to the pavilion's mystique.

Uesugi Kiyoshi summoned his mirage here.

Buddha's light, mirage, black mist.

Three colors intertwined.

Having gained a respite, Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his sword again.

The black streaks in his eyes faded quickly.

"If one strike doesn't kill you, then I'll strike you a few more times."

"The embodiment of calamity, an ancient serpent god, an evil spirit that manipulates souls."

"I said so."

"Your fate is sealed today that you have met me!"

Chapter 362 Gods Are Not Alone

"Heh, it's not surprising."

The Orochi avatar showed no sign of panic.

He waved his sleeves, which were covered in gold and jade, and wisps of black mist emanated from the cuffs.

"If you were chosen, your beliefs must be stronger than those of ordinary people."

"If you are still alive, you must possess abilities comparable to those of gods."

"It's alright, don't think that's all I'm capable of."

"Let's show some respect to the gods who have existed since time immemorial!"

With each breath, Orochi's eyes bulged outwards, bloodshot and full of veins.

"The serpent demon has entered my body, my soul has returned to my sleeve; I am a puppet enslaved by the serpent god."

"Meet the enemy!"

Like an ancient military command, after a few murmurs, a series of mournful howls suddenly rang out from within the black mist.

A transparent, ghostly spirit flew out from the snake demon's sleeve, took root on the ground, and transformed into human form.

One by one, pale-faced, ferocious-looking, and vacant-eyed "souls" gradually surrounded Uesugi Kiyoshi at an extremely rapid rate.

Most of them were monks.

Uesugi Kiyoshi saw a familiar face: the monk Mingkong, whom he had defeated the day before, was among them.

Yesterday, that bastard died inexplicably. Uesugi Kiyoshi was still somewhat suspicious that there was a trick involved, but now it seems that the Yamata no Orochi demon tampered with Mingkong's body, causing his soul to be scattered and turning him into a puppet in someone else's hands.

Upon witnessing this scene, even the six monks, though highly accomplished, were filled with surging emotions and burning anger. Their brows furrowed tightly, and they longed to strike the serpent demon with a thunderous blow.

Every single one of them represents the souls of monks from Daitoku-ji Temple over the past thousand years.

Some were in reality and were lured by the snake demon, while others died and entered the pagoda, where they fell into the snake demon's hands. Their souls were imprisoned here, at the mercy of others, unable to be reborn.

"You cannot be completely immune to my [Demon Heart]."

"All you can do is fight it with divine power. If I'm not mistaken, you're using the purest form of faith."

How long can you hold out?

"For me, using demonic energy to disturb your mind is as simple as you swinging a sword; it's an instinct that's perfectly natural."

"Hey, before I completely control you, let my little friends entertain you."

"Thanks to those monks, I've made quite a few friends over the past few hundred years. These monks were all Buddhist practitioners before they died. After I controlled them, besides the power of the snake demon, they could also use some Buddhist supernatural abilities, although they were pitifully weak, but there were quite a few of them."

"Can you handle this when you're so distracted?"

The snake demon, in the form of Orochi, smiled mockingly, looking completely confident.

Indeed, in his eyes, Uesugi Kiyoshi's harsh words were nothing more than pointless whining.

One of the oldest beings in this country, the serpent god with countless followers, even one of its eight avatars is not easy to deal with.

Despite being suppressed for so many years, sealed by Buddhist practitioners, and still within a dream world, his clone's instinctive ability to manipulate souls shows no signs of weakening.

More and more serpent demons are enslaving souls and eyeing Uesugi Kiyoshi with predatory intent.

It was as if if he revealed the slightest flaw, these spirits would swarm him and tear him to pieces.

"Just like that, your soul was devoured by me, your body was taken by me, and I'll accept your [luck]."

"And there's this power...to slay gods!"

The serpent demon incarnate is already declaring victory.

As he spoke, the dark silk threads raged again in Uesugi Kiyoshi's pupils. The snake demon used all its strength, and Uesugi Kiyoshi's thoughts were strongly disturbed. A violent and bloodthirsty desire surged in his heart, and a feeling of depravity that he had not felt for a long time was about to be rekindled.