The bearer of ghosts and gods who return the spell

At this time, Soma Josuke noticed the eight nails engraved with complex spells evenly distributed around him, which were the spells used to seal him before.

The breath coming from above seemed a bit familiar. I really wanted to feel it there, but I couldn't remember it.

Almost subconsciously, he gently raised his left hand, and the black curse power, which was several times stronger than before, swept through it instantly. When he looked at it, there were no traces of those curse nails.

"Sōma-kun!"

At this time, a dozen mechanical pills suddenly sprang out from the woods. When they saw Soma Josuke standing there, they suddenly screamed.

The few puppets he originally left here were all killed by the Zen Garden Fan. Gojo Satoru was temporarily unable to contact them, so he directly used all the mechanical puppets he could drive and rushed here immediately.

He was originally worried about something happening to the stone monument, but the moment he saw Soma Josuke, his anxiety turned into surprise.

"Are you OK!"

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, the first person he saw was Jiwan, and he happened to have a lot of questions to ask.

But before he could speak, Mechamaru said eagerly: "Souuma-kun, we'll talk about other things later, something big has happened!"

......

Shibuya Light Building, five floors underground.

Luohu was sweating profusely as he fled among the crowd. After experiencing countless death threats, he now only had one idea - why hasn't it been 10 minutes yet?

"Did that bastard borrow Gojo Satoru's hand to kill me?"

After a moment's distraction, Gojo Satoru's palm came close to Ryoko's head again.

He didn't look back and had no time to look back. The terrifying spell approaching behind him instantly revealed his current situation.

At this time, he could no longer care about anything, and gathered all the spell power in one place, and high-temperature flames like a gas explosion burst out instantly.

"It's this move again, can't you use another move?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand to disperse the smoke surrounding him, and complained speechlessly.

Although the moves were repeated, they were indeed quite effective. He was always just shy of completely hitting the monkey that was jumping up and down.

But he was in no hurry.

If this continues, and the number of hostages continues to decrease, the space he can use will become larger, and then there will be no place for this guy to hide.

"beep--!"

Just as he was about to continue his pursuit, a long whistle suddenly roared from the other end of the railway.

"finally come!"

Liuhu, who was still running away, also stopped and looked excitedly at the light in the darkness that seemed to guide them to victory.

The subway slowly stopped at the platform, and the crowd that originally dispersed to avoid Gojo Satoru suddenly moved towards the platform again.

"Don't squeeze, you bastard!"

"Damn it! Let me go first!"

They scrambled to get closer, thinking they could escape the area by getting in the car.

But who could have imagined that what greeted them would be an even more terrifying hell.

"This... what is this!"

Chapter 189 Ten Years Past (4K)

Unlike naturally born cursed spirits, modified cursed spirits formed by real people who have transformed their souls can also be seen by ordinary people.

The people who were at the front were now too late to retreat even if they wanted to.

No matter how hard they struggled, the crowd behind them pushed them step by step into the abyss of hell.

"呲-"

The sound of the carriage door opening was like the ecstasy of hell.

They could only watch helplessly as these monsters pounced towards them. After a burst of severe pain, they lost consciousness...

The transformation curse that had been suppressed for a long time in the overcrowded carriage was completely released at this moment.

Like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, no grass grows wherever the curse spirit passes, and the number of hostages is greatly reduced.

"Hey, Luohu, I didn't expect you to be able to hold on. I was afraid that I would be late."

The real person jumped out of the train control car, and the frightened subway driver behind him was gradually expanding. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a six-eyed monster and joined the killing team.

"Hey, if you were a little later, you probably wouldn't be able to see me."

"Half of the people here have been killed by me."

The real person looked around.

According to the previous allocation, this place should have been full of people, but now it is basically not even half of it.

"Ah, didn't you agree to use the crowd's cover to fight guerrilla warfare? Why did you kill so many?"

"Is that even a question?"

Following Luohu's eyes, Zhenmao looked at the white-haired man who had been staring at them.

Gojo Satoru!

This is the first time that a real person meets the most powerful magician face to face.

"Under such conditions, I can actually push you to this extent. It's interesting!"

"Pull out your body!"

As if he had discovered a new toy, Masato jumped directly onto a transformed snake-shaped curse spirit and rushed towards Gojo Satoru.

The distance between the two parties shortened in an instant, boom!

"Haha, you really can't hit it!"

The hit missed, and the already alert Makoto managed to dodge Gojo Satoru's fist, once again opened the distance between the two, and said excitedly:

"Well, although I didn't say hello properly, I still have a meeting gift for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored crystal wall that originally blocked the fifth underground floor and the fourth underground floor broke apart, and countless people wearing weird costumes fell from there.

"Damn!"

In fact, Gojo Satoru had just wanted to use the area to expand, but in the blink of an eye, there were more hostages occupying a large amount of space.

There must be accomplices from above who are constantly dropping hostages into this place to achieve the purpose of restricting themselves for a long time.

If this continues, his previous plans will be completely ruined, and the death toll in this incident will reach an unpredictable level.

Although Gojo Satoru didn't care about the death of ordinary people as much as Hisato Hisashi, the current situation was still beyond his acceptable range.

"Inaction transformation·Multiple souls!"

"Red Blood Manipulation·Supernova!"

Faced with the current situation, Gojo Satoru remained calm as usual and did not panic as the curse spirit expected.

He glanced at the opponent's attack again with cold eyes, "Do you think I really have nothing to do?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru slowly raising his finger, Rokuro's heart was once again dominated by fear. He had seen this action before!

how can that be possible!

This guy didn't hesitate!

Do you really want to expand your field in this small space? ?

Doesn't he know that doing this will kill a large number of hostages instantly? ?

According to their original calculations, Gojo Satoru would definitely be hesitant about whether to use the field at this time.

Once a spellcaster hesitates, his ability in battle will be greatly reduced. If they join forces at this time, they will most likely be able to achieve their ultimate goal, but now...

"The field expands!"

"Boundless space!"

The complex and mysterious scene of the universe appeared, but before it had time to experience it carefully, it disappeared without a trace.

This is the 0.2 second field expansion that Gojo Satoru envisioned in his mind.

For 0.2 seconds, I couldn't even take a breath.

But in the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru completed about half a year of information injection.

At this time, everyone in the field had lost the ability to move.

This level of information is already about the limit that ordinary people can bear. Any more information may cause complete brain damage.

But for special-level spell spirits, this effect is not too strong. It can only make them temporarily stop their actions. Even a slight touch or too obvious movement around them may bring them back to consciousness.

Therefore, what he wants to do now is not to exorcise the special curse spirit, but to target the transformed curse spirit here. Only in this way can most of the hostages be prevented from dying.

......

Every second that passes, several curse spirits die.

At this time, Gojo Satoru kept moving through the crowd, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

When his figure became clear again, it was officially announced that all of the approximately 1000 transformation spell spirits invested here were dead.

"Bah."

Just as he was about to sweep the sharp blade towards the curse spirits still stagnant in place, an inconspicuous small square suddenly fell at his feet.

"Prison Gate, open the door!"

A sound that seemed to have stopped somewhere suddenly sounded from behind Gojo Satoru, but he did not look back.

At this time, all his attention had been attracted by the small square in front of him. The huge blood-colored pupils emerging from the square had reflected the outline of Gojo Satoru, locking him firmly.

"not good!"

The information conveyed by the six eyes made him make a judgment all of a sudden. Just when he was about to leave the range of the pupils, the footsteps behind him suddenly approached.

"Are you okay, Mr. Guard?"