The Legend of the Demon Hunter

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The battle between Furukawa and Mr. Death fell into a stalemate. The machetes in the hands of the two huge demons disappeared, and they engaged in hand-to-hand combat with their strong limbs.

Furukawa's Blue Demon punched Mr. Dead's Red Demon in the chest, but the Red Demon fought back and punched the Blue Demon in the chin.

Under the heavy hammer, the two demons both retreated, and the armor on their bodies were dented.

However, the red demon summoned by Mr. Death still had a considerable advantage because it was strengthened by his ghost power. The blue demon summoned by Furukawa was obviously more seriously injured.

At this moment, the red demon suddenly spewed out a large breath of blood-red flames, and the flames instantly surrounded the blue demon. The blue demon let out a shrill scream and immediately rolled on the ground.

And Furukawa also took the opportunity to fly into the air.

The blood-red flame had a strong adhesion and was extremely difficult to extinguish. The blue demon rolled on the ground for a long time before the flame was finally extinguished. At this time, the blue demon had been burned beyond recognition, and his armor had turned into a charred black color.

The red demon would never miss such a great opportunity. It immediately pounced on the blue demon, trying to annihilate it in one fell swoop.

"Boom!" The red demon hit the blue demon's head again. This time, the blue demon's head, which was burnt by flames, was knocked away on the spot and fell dozens of meters away.

Seeing the blue demon being destroyed, Mr. Death crawled out of the red demon's mouth. For the first time, a smile appeared on his ugly face, but his smile was uglier than crying.

"It's too early to celebrate the victory now!" At this moment, a cold voice appeared in the air.

Mr. Dead looked back up into the sky, and after this glance, his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

Furukawa was seen holding the star disk in his left hand, and he tapped the star disk several times with his right hand. After that, the star disk shone brightly, and a creature emerged from the star disk again.

The creature was very small, only the size of an adult wild dog, but it was extremely agile. Before Mr. Dead could see clearly what was happening, the creature jumped onto Furukawa's shoulder, staring straight at Mr. Dead with its pair of blue eyes.

Mr. Death had studied ghost magic for hundreds of years and recognized this strange creature at a glance. It was precisely because he recognized the other party that he was so frightened.

This is none other than the little ghost, the magical pet that the old ghost Zhongli of the Red Lotus Cult has been refining for a hundred years.

This little ghost is one of the famous ghost pets of the ghost lineage. It can not only suck the blood of the living, but also suck the souls of the dead. It is extremely difficult to deal with. It is with the help of it that the old ghost Zhongli is able to roam freely in the Huanling Kingdom.

How did this little devil fall into Furukawa's hands?

Could it be that Guchuan killed Zhongli the old ghost and snatched this ghost pet?

Or did Furukawa use part of the imp's torso to copy it, just like Furukawa copied the demon?

Of these two speculations, Mr. Dead is more inclined to the second one, because as far as he knows, Old Ghost Zhongli has died, and usually ghost pets are extremely loyal to their masters, and once the master dies, most of them will follow him.

But no matter what, Mr. Dead knew very well the power of the little ghost.

Under normal circumstances, when Mr. Death was in his prime, he would have been able to deal with it. But now, not only was his domain of death broken, but the demon he summoned with his essence and blood was also injured by Furukawa.

Therefore, even if Furukawa only copied 90% of the little ghost's combat power, it would still pose a great threat to himself.

More importantly, who knows if Furukawa will summon some other strange things!

Thinking of this, Mr. Si showed fear on his face. Even though Changyu Jinnian held the sacred weapon Yuanwu and promised him the benefits of helping him break through the realm, he had no intention of continuing to fight!

But the extremely intelligent Furukawa guessed Mr. Dead's thoughts in an instant. The little ghost turned into a ray of light and rushed towards Mr. Dead, opening its bloody mouth and biting towards Mr. Dead's throat.

Mr. Death hurriedly drilled into the demon's mouth again and became one with the demon.

But at this moment, an invisible force suddenly appeared, which penetrated the demon's body unhindered and hit Mr. Death's body like an invisible blade.

Mr. Dead suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if thousands of ants had drilled into his brain at the same time. He was no longer able to control this huge red demon and was forced out of the demon's body.

"Mental attack!" Although Mr. Dead couldn't speak, he still understood what was causing the severe pain in his brain.

At the moment when Mr. Dead was forced out of the demon's body, the little ghost who was waiting for an opportunity had already pounced on him. He bit Mr. Dead's throat and sucked Mr. Dead's blood. In a moment, he sucked Mr. Dead into a dried corpse.

The famous Mr. Death passed away.

The red demon that lost the control of Mr. Death suddenly lost all its vitality. It fell to the ground with a bang, and then slowly disappeared, turning into a pile of ashes that were blown away by the wind.

After the little ghost had absorbed all the energy from Mr. Death, it immediately turned into a ray of light and flew towards Guchuan, then drilled into the star disk.

"Chuan, how did you do it?" Lin Xuemiao, who had helped Gu Chuan in the battle just now, flew over and asked curiously.

Gu Chuan knew that Lin Xuemiao was talking about summoning ghosts and demons. He explained, "One of the characteristics of my bloodline is that it can reverse cause and effect. I used the limbs of those two monsters to copy them."

"Oh my God! How, how is this possible?" Lin Xuemiao opened her mouth in surprise.

"Nothing is impossible. Whether it's a human or a monster, every piece of his flesh and blood, every cell contains complete information about this body. As long as it is utilized, it can naturally be copied." Furukawa explained.

"How long can your spell last? I mean the person being copied." Lin Xuemiao asked.

"It can only be released once a day and can only last for half an hour at a time. Because this spell is too powerful, it is subject to strict restrictions," Furukawa explained.

He glanced at Lin Xuemiao and continued, "I know what you are thinking. If this spell can be maintained forever, it would be equivalent to bringing this person back to life. In fact, you are wrong, because there is one thing that cannot be copied, and that is memory... So even if the person is copied, he is not the original person."

After listening to Gu Chuan's explanation, Lin Xuemiao nodded with relief: Indeed, this makes sense.

But Lin Xue Miao changed his mind and thought: This spell is already very close to resurrection from the dead. So, is there really someone in this world? No, to be more precise, is it a god? Who has the ability to resurrect from the dead?