Chapter 1685 Christmas gift (I feel like I still have to buy some nuts to eat)


    Special curse spirit, real person.


    It has a technique that can directly touch the soul and change its form. For real people, the soul appears before the body. In fact, no matter what kind of damage is caused to a real person, as long as its soul is not damaged, it is no surprise.


    In the eyes of real people, no magician is its opponent, because magicians do not know how to protect their souls at all. As long as it is touched by itself, it can launch a magic trick, twist the opponent''s soul and kill it.


    In front of the real person, as strong as Gojoji, you have to be careful to avoid being touched by it. And now, it has grasped Duanmu Huai''s wrist. In the eyes of the real person, this is already his own victory!


    But now is not the time to boast about your victory!


    The other party killed two ruthless Suzunuo, so he must take action immediately!


    “The transformation of inaction!”


    With the real person''s shout, it felt that its power had penetrated into Duanmuhuai''s body and then touched the other party''s soul.


    Win!


    At this moment, the real person''s eyes shone with excitement. Even the powerful magician who can kill both sides of Sukuna will soon become his own collection!


    This shows that I am the strongest!


    However, the excitement of the real person lasted less than a second.


    "ha?"


    The real person had no idea what was going on. He stared at his body with wide eyes. At this moment, the real person''s body no longer looked like the young man in his twenties just now. On the contrary, its body swelled like a wriggling maggot, like a filled sausage. Its hands and feet forked like a tree root, and its fingers turned into slender roots.


    The real person at this moment is more like a ginseng than a human being.


    "Why?"


    The real person could not understand. It knew what was happening. The moment the real person''s power touched Duanmu Huai''s soul, it felt an extremely strange force attacking. The art of protecting his soul had no effect in the face of this strange force.


    At present, its soul has been completely eroded and distorted by this strange force, and is changing in an irreversible direction.


    "For...why...what are you...?"


    The real person widened his eyes, stared at him and withdrew his hand, looking at Duanmu Huai leisurely. At that moment, it saw, saw the real soul of this girl, which was indescribable, full of the great horror of twisted, dark, and destructive aura.


    Countless eyes emerged from it, staring at it. When the real person felt the other person''s eyes, fear flowed through every blood vessel in its body. The echoes of a thousand mouths echoed like the drums of death heavy metal in the real person''s soul, almost defeating its sanity.


    The soul has begun to become moldy and deformed. The force penetrates every corner of the real person''s soul like venom, swallowing its soul like highly corrosive sulfuric acid. The real person wanted to scream, but its mouth could no longer make any sound. When it opened its mouth, its vocal cords and tongue had transformed into dozens of soft and slender, bursting out of its mouth like octopus tentacles. They bloomed and stretched in the real person''s mouth like anemones in the sea.


    The swelling body gradually began to turn into a pool of mud, like a hole in the originally filled with air was pierced, and the real person''s twisted and deformed body began to slide down to the ground. Its body has no bones to support it, and it is like a bunch of molluscs.


    “————”


    The countless eyes that appeared from the wrinkles like a gap in the belly of a fat man with 300 kilograms looked at Duanmuhuai with horror, as if they were looking at some indescribable fear. It is an existence that is more abomination than death and more fearful than nightmare.


    During the whole process, Duanmuhuai did nothing. He just took a napkin out of his pocket and wiped his hands, then threw it aside. It was just such a simple action. When Duanmuhuai threw away the tissue in his hand, the thing that was originally a real person had turned into a pool of indescribable flesh and blood, like a large pancake spread on the ground and mixed with meat paste.


    Every fold is a mouth. When the mouth opens, it will only scream like a mentally retarded fool. In the sharp teeth, you can see eyeballs filled with fear, like rats hiding in their own hole, staring at the cat outside in fear.


    Because this scene was so terrifying that even the monk who was originally smiling had a stiff face at this moment, staring at the real person who had completely turned into a foreign object in disbelief, unable to speak.


    It was not until the real person''s body began to swell again, and then turned into a pool of mud with a "pop" sound that the monk trembled, came to his senses, and looked at Duanmu Huai in horror.


    At this time, the monk''s face had long lost his previous ease of expression.


    “It’s you next.”


    Duanmuhuai grabbed the hilt of the sword and stared at the monk in front of him. The latter had a pale face and kept retreating backwards.


    "You, who are you?!"


    The monks could not understand why the real person became like this. He understood why this happened. Real people once twisted human souls and shaped human appearance into monsters. Then, on the other hand, as long as the soul of a real person is distorted, it will naturally mutate.


    But he couldn''t understand.


    Why? Why would a real person who should have distorted the souls of others be distorted?


    Could it be that this magician, like a real person, has the ability to distort other people''s souls?


    "You don''t have to worry about this, you just need to die."


    Duanmuhuai held the weapon and walked slowly towards the monk.


    "Do you know? There is a story on Christmas. Santa Claus will go to the children''s houses in the middle of the night. If they are obedient good kids, then Santa Claus will give them gifts. And if they are disobedient bad kids, then Santa Claus will kill them..."


    As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised his sharp blade.


    "Santa''s clothes are dyed red with the blood of a disobedient bad boy?"


    "What do you want, you??"


    The monk was already pale at this moment. He stumbled backwards, but he couldn''t even walk steadily and fell to the ground. He could only sit there in despair and watch Duanmuhuai walk towards him. Although he also possesses powerful power, at this moment, facing Duanmu Huai, the monk did not even want to resist.


    He looked at Duanmu Huai as if he was looking at an incomprehensible and indescribable monster. This was not a human at all, but a monster in human skin!


    Just like in a horror movie, watching the serial killer walk towards his victim with a chainsaw in despair.


    "You have such power, you can do anything! Why! Why do you still obey the orders of those old men!"


    “I only have one purpose.”


    Duanmuhuai raised his sword. "That is to eliminate all the curse spirits and protect humans, it''s that simple."


    As he said that, Duanmuhuai waved the weapon in his hand towards the monk.


    “—I know the method!”


    Accompanied by the monk''s heart-wrenching shouts, the sword in Duanmuhuai''s hand stopped above his head, and the latter stared at the cold light in front of him, sweating profusely.


    "explain."


    “…Okay, OK.”


    The monk nodded tremblingly, swallowed his saliva, and then looked at Duanmu Huai.


    "Do you know? In fact, outside Japan, there are extremely few magicians and spell spirits, almost nothing."


    "oh?"


    Hearing this, Duanmu Huai became interested.


    "This is the first time I heard about it. What is the reason? It can''t be because your population is of high quality."


    Quantity piles up quality, this is a truth that has remained unchanged since ancient times. Originally, Duanmu Huai thought that since Japan has so many magicians, there will definitely be more in other countries. After all, there are more countries in the world than in Japan. Since Japan has spell masters, other countries must have talents too.


    "Do you know Tianyuan?"


    "Who? I haven''t heard of it."


    “I think so.”


    The monk smiled bitterly.


    "She is a magician a thousand years ago and is considered a contemporary person with Nimian Sukuna."


    "Oh? So, this old woman has lived for a thousand years?"


    “Not only that.”


    When the monk said this, he also gritted his teeth.


    "You also know that all spellists have their own unique techniques, and Tianyuan''s technique is immortal. However, this spell is not completely immortal. Tianyuan will also grow old, and once she is old to death, her technique will be activated and evolved to the next realm - that is, existences similar to curse spirits."


    As he spoke, the monk became more and more excited.


    "The spirit of mantra survives by instinct. Tianyuan does not want to evolve herself, so every five hundred years, she will find the right person to assimilate so that her lifespan will be reset and she will no longer age and remain rational. Not only that, Tianyuan has also set up barriers throughout Japan to monitor the situation in various parts of Japan. It is also because of the power of Tianyuan that Japanese magicians have such powerful mantras and barriers..."


    "Okay, I understand what you mean."


    Duanmuhuai interrupted the monk''s story. After all, as a judge, he has experienced too many similar things.


    In fact, since I visited the Asian Space before, Duanmu Huai has a doubt in his heart, that is... why is the Asian Space so close to the real world?


    As we all know - well, all players know that although sub-space is disgusting, there is a thick barrier between it and the real world. As strong as the evil gods of Chaos, they cannot actively break this barrier to invade the real world. They can only influence and control humans through weak places, create a large number of massacres and various supernatural events, thereby weakening the barriers of the real world so that subspace can integrate with the real world.


    At the beginning, Duanmu Huai just thought that the subspace of this world had gradually merged with the real world. But when he heard the monk say that there are only Japanese in the world with the most magicians and magic spirits, Duanmu Huai immediately realized something was wrong.


    This shows that someone is weakening the barriers between reality and subspace in Japan!


    Then, the monk determined Duanmu Huai''s guess.


    Tianyuan.


    A psychic who has lived for thousands of years and has also covered the entire Japan with his own barrier. As mentioned before, a large number of supernatural events and abnormal deaths will weaken the barrier between the real world and the subspace. Although I don’t know why Tianyuan did this, the result is that the barrier here is weakened, and more and more humans with psychic energy are born due to subspace. And their power in turn catalyzes the increase in subspace creatures, that is, the spell spirit.


    The curse spirit uses human fear as the form, killing humans, creating more unnatural deaths, thus making the barriers in the real world weaker...


    Well, that is to say, all this is because the immortal one refused to die obediently.


    Then, on the other hand, as long as Tianyuan dies... the problem will be solved halfway.


    "Where is that old man?"


    "In the high school of spells."


    The monk honestly gave the answer.


    "However, it is not easy to find Tianyuan. She is best at barrier art. In the high school, among the more than a thousand doors that are constantly changing positions, there is only one door leading to the Hongxing Palace where Tianyuan is. Since you are a special magician, as long as you ask to see Tianyuan, you should get permission."


    "Very good, thank you for your information."


    As the words fell, the sword light flashed.


    Before the monk could even react, his head and body were split in half by Duanmu Huai. In the end, the monk had a dull smile on his face, as if he had not reacted to what had happened at all.


    “This is a good Christmas gift, I accepted it.”


    Duanmu Huai picked up the box that fell from the monk''s hand that was said to have sealed Wu Jue, and smiled slightly at the monk''s body.


    “But a pity, you are still a bad boy who needs a lesson from Santa.”