I, the lord of ghost stories

Qing Xingdeng smiled instead, and this smile bloomed, with a swaying charm.

Concubine Jizi just witnessed this smile, and even a child like her felt her heart pounding.

Close your eyes, curl up in the corner, not daring to look any more.

"As expected of the master of strange stories, even the concubine can affect this level."

"I really didn't expect that a mere new god would have such authority..."

"I'm really...not reconciled...the gap has actually reached this point..."

Qing Xingdeng sat kneeling on the pitch-black floor, the skin on his knees felt cool.

"Hey……"

The "Qing Xing Deng" in the mirror sighed softly.She is a monster without a name, without a past.

It is just the power of Yuu Sifeng, who forcibly endowed him with such attributes.

The meaning of existence is also to share the power of the Qingxing Lantern of Bobai Monogatari.

Originally, for an elf like her, life and death are as fragile as shadows.

At this time, I feel the breath that is constantly increasing, the vitality that emerges from the inside out.

They are constantly pouring in from outside, coming into her body, filling the illusory body.

Kneeling outside the mirror, on the cold and dark floor, the green-clothed monster glowing like a huge blazing furnace.

Its lingering and majestic aura makes her feel like being evaporated just by getting close.

But under the design of His Highness, it declined at an alarming speed...

Just by feeling, roughly one-twentieth of it has been lost...

It seems that a certain boundary has been broken, and she found that she has obtained a lot of knowledge and abilities out of thin air...that is the power of the monster Qing Xingdeng.

"Sister, now I am Qing Xingdeng."

After the silence, Qing Xingdeng, a young girl in the mirror, began to persuade:

"Surrender, sister."

Qing Xingdeng's whole body trembled, and he clutched his chest, as if the pain of being torn apart came from deep inside.

The birth of another Qing Xingdeng is to tear her essence out of thin air and fill in the past.

"The concubine admits that this is indeed beyond my expectations...I didn't expect to have such authority."

"However, the concubine has not completely lost!"

The cold and sweet voice echoed in the darkness.

Qing Xingdeng's hair is disheveled, but he is as noble as ever, and still maintains his confidence.

"The concubine can be active from the past to the present, under the pressure of countless onmyojis, priests, and similar monsters, don't underestimate the concubine!"

Stretching out his hand to hold it, a pair of exquisite painting scrolls tied with red strings quickly unfolded in the air.

The texture of the picture scroll is delicate and exudes a faint fragrance. There is an ink painting of mountains and rivers on it.

In the painting, a thick-haired black monster, like an orangutan, climbs among the rocks.

"Come on, buy me some time!"

The snow-white slender palm was suddenly pressed against the drawing paper, and an empty aura blew past like a breeze.

Jue (さとり) is a legendary monster living in the deep mountains of Mino Country (now Gifu County). It is covered with thick black body hair, just like a chimpanzee.

It is quite smart, can speak human language, and can perceive people's inner thoughts. It is a monster that uses words to confuse people's hearts.

Its essential power may be used to block the power of confusion and tampering.

The girl Qing Xingdeng in the mirror blurred and disappeared slowly.

Sure enough, with the explosive release of Jue's power, it did briefly push back the oppressive power.

Panting slightly, she lowered her head and straightened her appearance, but was immediately startled again.

The picture scroll in his hand ignited a small flame from the core, and the whole picture scroll began to burn gradually, scorched black, and turned into fly ash...

The power of feeling can't be resisted at all.

Jue's mournful weeping could be faintly heard.

Even the essence of her "hundred things - sense" is disappearing...

"Sleep……"

Qing Xingdeng put down the scroll and clenched his hands.

"Qing Xing Deng..."

"Until now, do you still have unrealistic ideas?"

Following the youth's clear voice, it sounded from the mirror, and a clean white light appeared on the mirror.

Yuu Sifengin sat on the chair with a calm expression, as if chatting with a friend, asking the slightly embarrassed Lord of Hundred Monogatari.

"It's you!"

Qing Xingdeng stomped on the floor angrily and stood up.

"Why do you treat the concubine like this! How did the concubine offend you!"

Facing the questioning, Sifeng Yuanyou behaved frankly.

"I am the master of ghost stories, and it is impossible to let the monsters who specialize in collecting stories wander outside of myself."

"This path is the only one, and there can only be one person in charge of the theory of ghost stories."

"Just now, you have also tasted the pain of being torn apart and power taken away... just another Qingxingdeng appears, and it will be so painful. If there is a second Qingxingdeng of the Lord of Hundred Stories Woolen cloth?"

"In the same way, letting you go on is actually dividing my strength and even threatening my path... Tell me, can I allow it?"

"Now, let me ask you again, are you willing to bow your head?"

"I, as the god of all ghost stories, can allow you to keep your current position and power, but you can't move forward."

"Give up the road and become my Hundred Monogatari."

Chapter 160 The Prophecy of "Pieces"

"Heh... are you proposing to my concubine?"

Qing Xingdeng let his hair covered in black hair drape behind him, swaying gently in the wind.

The sharp eyes met the peaceful gaze of the boy in the mirror without fear.

"There are countless monsters and humans who have courted my concubine, but none of them succeeded."

"Do you understand this as a courtship..."

In the mirror, Sifeng Yuanyu was a little troubled, as if he couldn't understand her thinking.

"Naturally, what's the use of asking for a concubine to be your Baimonumento?"

Qing Xingdeng took it for granted.

"This kind of thinking, I have seen too many human beings say that you are no different from them."

Yuu Sifeng slightly raised his head and smiled.

An invisible oppressive force, oppressing within sight.

Qing Xingdeng's eyes suddenly sharpened, his slender and delicate eyebrows moved slightly, even under his pressure, he still refused to bend his knees.

"Answer me, do you want to be my story, so that you still don't lose your honor... In fact, you should also know that no matter how hard you try to collect Hundred Stories, it will help you less and less. "

"You have almost exhausted the potential of monsters."

Under the increasing pressure, beads of sweat oozed from his delicate forehead.

Her back was still straight, and a trembling could be faintly seen on the curve of her beautiful waist.

Her whole body was trembling, and she was under tremendous invisible pressure, but she was still stubborn and refused to bow her head.

This force is not exerted on any one place, but it is evenly and equally oppressed in her whole body like gravity.

The boiling demon power was almost forced out of the body, and the flowing crystal jade color, like the light of the medulla, constantly resisted on the surface of the body.

From time to time, a small chirping sound broke out.

It was like the sound of broken glass.

Crash, clatter, a large piece of colored glaze collapsed, and tiny streamers scattered into the air, disintegrating into a cloud-like gaseous state, revealing a hazy and clear light.

My heart seems to be dripping with blood, and every light that dissipates and disintegrates is the strength accumulated through hard work.

To resist this pressure, she paid a heavy price.

Even so, she still stood upright, and this posture was reflected in Yuu Sifengin's eyes.

"Why bother?"

"The world of spirits is not created equal."

Sifeng Yuanyou showed no mercy, but just told the truth.

Pity is a humiliation to her, this is not Sifeng Yuanyu's original intention.

"Monsters are inherently inferior to gods, otherwise the world would not be controlled by gods behind their backs."

"You are neither willing to bow your head, nor can you escape. If you hold on, you will really die."

Up to now, in the land of Dongying, there are no more than a thousand people who are truly worthy of gods, and among them, there are not many who can surpass Sifeng Yuanyu.

Most of them are still on Gaotianyuan, and they will never come to the present world at all.

Qing Xingdeng is a very strong monster, but that's all.

"Ask you one last time, would you like to be my Hundred Monogatari?"

"Forgive my concubine... I can't agree!"

His teeth were chattering slightly, Qing Xingdeng had almost reached his limit, his face finally showed a look of pain, and his back was slightly bent down.

This is what seems to be a great shame.

There was a surprising light in her sharp and somewhat narrow eyes.

"The concubine's body...in the future...will repay...this...revenge..."

Although the words are very light, the strong emotions contained in them are like the malice spreading from hell.

Witnessing this scene, Yuu Sifeng finally stood up and walked forward.

"understood."

After all, she refused to bow her head.

That's the only way to do it.

"I didn't want to be like a bad guy..."

Sighing self-deprecatingly, but Yuu Sifeng did not hesitate.

Stretching out your hand over the mirror is like walking through a water curtain.

A huge wind, carrying a fresh spiritual energy, can suddenly come over.

Suddenly sank, the pressure on the whole body became several times heavier.

Qing Xingdeng half-kneeled on the ground, gasped for breath, and wet his whole body with fragrant sweat.

The cyan clothes seemed to be translucent, as if they had just been washed, and they were attached to the body with exquisite curves.

"Time is up……"

His vision began to blur, and it turned black in bursts, and the demon power in his body almost froze.

In this life and death line, her heart is extremely clear.

It's a familiar feeling...