Abnormal Moon

The Nue in Fushiguro Megumi's hands is only as tall as a person, and its ability to discharge electricity is almost invisible. But in Sukuna's hands, the Nue can grow as tall as a seven or eight-story building, and the lightning bolts it strikes are as thick as water tanks!

In other words, the strength of a shikigami is linked to its master; the stronger the master's spell power, the stronger the shikigami.

If Roy takes Moxuro under his wing, then as Roy's magical power grows stronger, Moxuro's basic power should also continue to grow stronger!

It seems that Mo Xuluo might be able to follow him for a long time.

The problem is that Roy's current limit of magical power has been there for a long time, and there's simply no way to break through it.

"Alright, now it's your turn, Fuheishen'er."

These thoughts flashed through Roy's mind, and he quickly came to his senses, turning to look at Fuheishen not far away, a leisurely smile appearing on his face.

"Ah, it's not just you, there's that old woman too... Let's leave that aside for now, what are you going to do now, are you going to fight her?"

Roy raised the Black Furnace Demon Sword in his hand towards Fuhesh.

On the demonic sword, the flames of purgatory quietly coiled and burned, radiating astonishingly high temperatures.

Seeing this, Fuheshen lowered his center of gravity and tensed all his muscles.

A defiant smile spread across his face.

"Alright, come on, let's fight!"

Fuhesh was not afraid of any battle.

That knife was very strong, extremely strong.

It's not the kind of power that comes from having strange or unusual abilities, but rather pure, unadulterated power!

If he were hit by that knife, even with his physical body, he would definitely be cut in two.

But this is not a reason for him to avoid fighting.

Anyway, he was already dead, so there was no reason for him to cling to a second life.

The last time he faced Gojo Satoru, he didn't run away, and thus lost his life.

This time, facing this white-haired brat, he absolutely has no intention of running away!

Even if I die here, there's nothing to regret!

"teacher!"

At the same time, Shen Er made up his mind about this.

A voice suddenly entered Shen'er's ears without warning.

"hold head high?"

His expression suddenly turned terrifying.

And in the midst of a crucial battle, someone inconsiderately disturbed him?

He turned to look.

Then I saw a black-haired boy.

Shen Er was slightly taken aback when he saw the boy.

His features had a subtle sense of familiarity.

"benefit."

Roy glanced behind him and called out the boy's name.

"Have you met up with Huzhang and the others?"

"Yes, teacher. After noticing that Moxu Luo had been defeated, I came to check on the situation."

Fushiguro Megumi arrived a short distance behind Roy. Knowing he might become a burden, he didn't rush forward but instead cast a cold gaze at the black-haired man opposite him from a distance.

"Is this man also a curse master, like that old woman, who came to capture us alive?"

"That's a bit hard to say!"

Roy glanced at Fukuro Megumi, then at Fukuro Shinobu opposite him, and slapped his forehead in exasperation.

Fuhesh was stunned.

His silence at that moment could only be described as deafening.

benefit?

This white-haired brat actually called him Hui?

Those strangely familiar features, those icy eyes that seem to reflect in a mirror—could this kid be—his son?

"Do you want to fight again?"

Roy looked at Fuhesh and asked this question.

But the demonic sword in his hand had already drooped slightly.

"..."

Fuhesh did not speak.

He simply gave Fukuro Megumi a deep look.

It was as if his features were etched deeply into his soul.

Then he turned around, stomped his foot hard, and soared into the sky, leaping out of the tent and flying towards the distant horizon.

Before long, his figure disappeared from their sight.

"Won't you kill him?"

Fukuro Megumi watched the rapidly departing figure, her expression revealing nothing, but she asked Roy this question.

This kid, I didn't expect him to be so bloodthirsty.

But this is perhaps a bit too filial.

“Killing him in front of you wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Roy sheathed the Black Furnace Demon Sword, put it back in the storage case at his waist, shrugged, and gave Fukuro Megumi a cryptic reply.

It is already inappropriate for a son to scold his father.

When a son kills his father, it can easily turn into a blood feud.

Although Shinji wasn't a good father, he was still Megumi's biological father, someone connected by blood. Killing Shinji in front of Megumi was not something a teacher should do.

"Moreover, I know his whereabouts perfectly well and can deal with him at any time."

Roy looked down at his palm, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

Depending on brain function, each person can tolerate approximately two or three surgical procedures.

Roy's brain function is quite good; he can withstand three procedures.

One of them is Su Nuo's slash.

The other is Youyou's teleportation—he can teleport at will to any place or person he has marked with his magic.

The reason he was abroad one moment and rushed to the juvenile detention center to save the day was because he used a teleportation technique.

During that brief contact, he had already used his magical power to leave a mark on Shen'er, so he could teleport to his side at any time.

The clinical trial of the procedure ended in complete success.

The initial idea of ​​an infinite imitation technique can now be put on the agenda.

Chapter 348 Hui and Shen'er (64k)

Outside the juvenile detention center.

"Teacher Roy!"

Seeing Roy and Fushiguro Megumi walk out of the gate side by side, Itadori Yuujin waved vigorously and, with a face full of excitement, took the initiative to greet them.

Kugizaki Nobara stood beside him, kicking pebbles at her feet with a look of utter boredom.

"Mr. Roy, I never expected you to be back!"

Assistant supervisor Kiyotaka Ijichi bowed and nodded to Roy with an extremely respectful, corporate-savvy demeanor, making it impossible to tell that he was older than Roy.

"The cursed spirit inside has been exorcised, and no one has died."

Roy glanced at Ijichi Kiyoko, knowing he was just a mouthpiece and a laborer, and didn't blame him.

"You'll have to find someone to handle the rest yourself."

"Yes!"

When Ichiji met Roy's indifferent gaze, he felt a sudden pressure. He respectfully responded and hurriedly left.

"Alright, you three, you really put on a show of being a bunch of hidden talents and promising young geniuses during this mission. Don't you have anything to say?"

Roy turned to look at the three people beside him, a forced smile on his face.

Hisahito Itadori scratched his head and raised his hand with a delighted expression.