Look carefully, this is how realm is used!

Just like the passers-by on the streets of this world, they cannot see gods or demons and have their own ordinary lives.

Precisely because he is ordinary, Shen Fuyuan wants to live. He no longer cares about the living or the dead, but he can never agree to anything that the dead can't do.

A confused brain leads to a significant decline in thinking ability, but you still have to think.

As long as you want, it proves that you are still alive. As long as you want, you must find a way. If you die of frustration once, even the divine talisman will look down on you if you want a second time.

...realm...and only realm.

Finally...a reversal!

The realm of fusion and separation——!

Chapter 62: The artifact named the disappeared undead?

In this vast and boundless state of mind, there is a tiny part that is pried open, although it is extremely small, it is the light of salvation.

The night wind blew in the forest, swaying the slender branches and making the tender green leaves rustle.

The space where Shen Fuyuan was staying began to slightly distort, and the distortion became more severe as time passed.

Fujisaki Hiroto, who was unaware of the situation, cautiously retreated dozens of meters and kept a close eye on the abnormality.

"Father, my realm is fluctuating again."

The Chi, who remained in the form of an artifact, began to report.

The space was distorted to the extreme, as if even the moonlight in the sky was sucked in, and Shen Fuyuan's figure was no longer visible.

"Leaving ghost, oyster ghost, and equipped ghost."

"Go there."

Using the Leaf of Words and the notebook dropped by the Divine Talisman, Fujisaki Hiroto summoned the Face Demon and then gave the order.

"Yes."

The three-faced monsters obeyed the order and ran towards the place where the space was distorted without hesitation.

At this time, the energy shock wave spread in all directions, knocking away the approaching face monster.

Because they were quite far away, Fujisaki Hiroto was fine and lowered his arm that was blocking the wind.

Living things are always curious and fearful when facing the unknown.

Fujisaki Hiroto was not afraid, but his eyes were fixed on the unusual place, and he gripped the Zen stick with greater strength, obviously being on high alert.

You can never go too far wrong.

Fujisaki Hiroto believed this statement and had been tricked before because of his carelessness.

The wound on his back reminds him all the time.

The raised dust dissipated, revealing the situation inside. The hideous and terrifying demon disappeared, replaced by a human figure.

This figure is Shen Fuyuan.

At this moment, half of the young man has restored his original appearance, while the other half has become pitch black and has many demonic eyeballs.

His upper body was bare-chested, and his lower body was wrapped in a piece of cloth, but if you looked closely it was not cloth, but something that looked like cloth.

The black color has a hint of fluorescence, and the edges and corners are floating like liquid.

The image of Shen Fuyuan is strange yet relative.

This weirdness did not last forever. The human side gradually covered the demonic side.

If nothing unexpected happens, Shen Fuyuan will soon return to human form, at least on the surface.

How is it possible to transform from a demon back into a human form without relying on the name given by Yan Zhiye!

Hiroshi Fujisaki was in a state of turmoil.

When Chi turned into a demon, it relied on Yan Zhiye to recover and also gained the demon form of a fish.

But Chi thought it was too ugly and rarely used that face.

What’s more important now is that the other party doesn’t have an extra name like Nora, nor does he have his original name.

Yes, Shen Fuyuan’s chest was clean, and the name of the artifact had completely disappeared.

"What are you now?"

"A nameless undead?"

Fujisaki Hiroto spoke first, breaking the heavy confrontation.

He couldn't take action until he understood the situation.

"I?"

"You might as well guess for yourself."

Shen Fuyuan gave a vague answer.

Being rational is not just a facade.

Fujisaki Hiroto thought.

"If you want to know, why not try the most secret things of God?"

He almost brought up the topic of the Death Talisman, but this time he took the initiative to bring it up.

"You said it yourself, it's no longer necessary."

Fujisaki Hiroto spoke in a relaxed tone, his eyes never leaving the room, as if he wanted to see something.

Fujisaki Hiroto became more alert, as his trump card against the artifact was gone, and it was obvious that Shen Fuyuan had regained his memory.

Although he didn't know what the divine talisman would become, he was not afraid of anything that happened in his life, just like Chi.

Fujisaki Hiroto was able to quickly obtain the Leaf of Words because of the weakness of the artifact, otherwise the situation might still be at a stalemate.

Shen Fuyuan is also weird. Others use gods and artifacts to fight together, but he fights alone.

But its ability surpasses many magical weapons. Under normal circumstances, it can be completely fine for one person, but it will fail in special circumstances.

"Something's wrong, father. His realm fluctuations haven't stopped yet."

The realm talent is not as good as Shenfuyuan's, but the perceptive Chi reminded him.

Fujisaki Hiroto actually had the same feeling.

It is not impossible to chat with the enemy during battle, provided there is a necessary reason.

Just like now, in order to understand the situation, Fujisaki Hiroto doesn't mind showing off his victory to the enemy when he is sure of victory.

Fujisaki Hiroto couldn't guess the reason for Shen Fuyuan's fate, and the other party was not a talkative person.

It was fine before the battle, but once the battle started, there was basically no communication. He was a ruthless person who didn't talk much.

——!

Suddenly, Fujisaki Hiroto seemed to notice it, and he stepped hard with his right foot and rushed forward like flying.

"boom--!"

The Zen stick that was chopped down at some point was caught steadily by a hand.

Shen Fuyuan caught Fujisaki Hiroto's Zen stick and threw a simple punch without any incident.

Hearing the loud sound of breaking through the air, Fujisaki Hiroto didn't dare to bet that his head was harder than his fist. He used his skills to shake off the restraints and then blocked in front of him.

With the huge force of the Zen stick, Fujisaki Hiroto took four or five steps back, leaving behind several deep shoe prints.

Is he really that strong?!

Thinking back to the force just now, Fujisaki Hiroto was secretly surprised.

If you compare before and after, you will find that Shen Fuyuan's physique has become much stronger, and his muscle lines are faintly visible.

“It was a little late.”

Shen Fuyuan's image was restored, as if he had never been demonized, but his ink-red pupils proved that it was not an illusion, but a real thing.

The state of fusion and separation officially ended at this moment, and talking with Fujisaki Hiroto was just a way to delay time.

After completing his goal, Shen Fuyuan stopped talking nonsense and thought that when Fujisaki Hiroto was about to die, he might be interested in chatting.

Walking barefoot on the ground, Shen Fuyuan crossed the distance between him and Fujisaki Hiroto in one step, raised his hand and punched him in the face.

Fujisaki Hiroto naturally had to fight back, and with his Zen staff, he had an advantage in attack range.

The realm of fast and slow

The divine talisman, which he understood clearly in his heart, exerted his unique power.

Fujisaki Hiroto's attack missed, and the divine talisman had already reached the blind spot of his sight.

The perception that transcends the test of life and death tells Fujisaki Hiroto that there is danger. He does not need to catch it with his eyes, his hands and body move naturally.

In terms of combat experience, Fujisaki Hiroto is far ahead of Shenfu Yuan, but the latter has ways to make up for it.

The sense of impact is wrong!

Fujisaki Hiroto was shocked. From Chi's perspective, the divine talisman passed through her attack.

That's right, it's like hitting a non-existent phantom.

The realm of virtuality and reality

Taking advantage of his height, Shen Fuyuan grabbed the back of Fujisaki Hiroto's head with his big hand and pressed it hard to the ground.

"boom--!"

The ground shattered into a pit, Fujisaki Hiroto fell into a coma, and warm blood splattered around.

Shen Fuyuan took advantage of the situation and did not show any mercy. He put his free left hand together to form a blade, gathered strength and then stabbed it down like a real knife.

The boundary between sharp and dull

A reversal state that doesn’t even cost money.

"Don't even think about hurting my father!"

At this time, Chi took the initiative to protect his master, blocking the way with his Zen staff.

"Stop getting in the way!"

The boundary between connection and disconnection

The connection between the god and the artifact was briefly severed, and Chi was unable to maintain his artifact form and transform back into human form.

With the blessing of the realm, the flesh and blood hand knife is no less effective than a real knife or gun.

Staring at the Chi who hadn't come back to his senses, Shen Fuyuan remained unmoved.

"puff--!"

Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, Shen Fuyuan's hand knife pierced through Chi's heart.

Chi, with blood dripping from her mouth, lowered her head and immediately witnessed a large hand piercing her chest, and her pure white kimono took on other colors.

Chapter 63 Please call me a monster of the realm

"Father...sir."

Severe pain spread throughout his body, and Chi, who was unable to breathe smoothly, did not forget Fujisaki Hiroto in the end.

Sacrificing his own Chi could at most buy some time for Fujisaki Hiroto. A layer of meat shield obviously could not block all of Shen Fuyuan's penetrating hand knife.

However, the attack was not in vain. The knife missed Fujisaki Hiroto's heart and made a hole in his left waist, and blood flowed out like a stream.

Shen Fuyuan had just retracted his knife when his entire arm was almost covered in blood, some from Chi and some from Fujisaki Hiroto.

"Tick-tock-!"

It slides down your palms and moistens the soil underneath.