I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Xinghan's five senses are extremely sharp, as if he had a rearview mirror or reversing radar installed.

He seemed to have gained an omniscient perspective and could clearly sense the trajectory of the sword.

The spiritual power in the body instantly condensed at the fingertips, forming an invisible barrier.

"fall!"

Xinghan shouted softly and swung his finger forward.

I saw the sharp swords shattered into black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Xinghan's movements were quick and decisive, without a trace of drag.

Even he himself couldn't help but be impressed by his handsomeness.

It seems that he really has the basic qualities as an Onmyoji:

calm.

strength.

Drawing cards depends on luck.

You have to spend money or you have to be a hard worker.

Everyone can.

……

His eyes swept to the ground again, and even the little paper man sweeping the floor had disappeared.

"You should have asked earlier!" Xinghan was slightly disappointed.

Coming to the world of immortals, he strictly abides by the etiquette of communication and greeting.

But the result is that I didn’t ask anything. It’s better to get straight to the point!

What is the martial ethics?

What if this little paper man without a nose, eyes or mouth could speak!

Xinghan stretched his arms twice and accidentally flew into the air. He quickly landed safely.

"Huh... You really need to be careful and don't go up into the sky casually."

The lightness of his body made him have more trust in the Onmyoji's system.

Feeling the spiritual power in his body surging like a spring, Xinghan couldn't help but want to understand more about the relationship between the two worlds at the moment.

"Gemotes and gold coins are vital resources in the system."

He muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with anticipation, and looked around, trying to find any clues related to these resources.

Although there are many mysteries, Xinghan roughly understood the reason for his physical weakness - the depletion of spiritual energy.

The scene when using the Star Meteor Strike before was so shocking. The size and power of the stars are probably proportional to the spiritual power, right?

It must have consumed a lot of energy for him to use such a powerful move.

Xinghan thought to himself that he must have used a huge amount of spiritual power.

He realized that in this world, every battle and release of skills required a huge expenditure of spiritual energy.

The replenishment of spiritual power is therefore particularly important, but he is not yet sure of the specific mechanism and rules of replenishment.

This made him shudder.

Even though it was dark in front of him, he was still able to escape danger.

It’s true, Xinghan is a bit of an ace up, and the character he plays this time around is not bad.

"It will definitely be done. There's nothing to worry about. This isn't just a one-man show. There are so many shikigami waiting for him to control!"

Thinking of this, Xinghan became a hundred times more confident.

After all, the abilities of those shikigami are unique.

In the world of "A Journey with the Phoenix", they are all elites who have been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

I guess his fighting skills are top-notch!

After a moment of stabilization, Xinghan adjusted his hairstyle as he waited for the little paper mannequin which had not shown its face for a long time.

I could feel the spiritual energy in my body flowing as I breathed in and out, and it had basically recovered about 70% to 80%.

He stood up and walked forward, but unfortunately, the black fog around him began to fluctuate again after he moved.

Originally I thought that the move just now was the last madness, but these black fog thieves were still unwilling to give up. It seemed that the start switch was pressed and they became active again.

When the stars move, the black fog moves.

The division of labor was obvious, and this thing was just blocking him.

"That's too much! Back off!"

Xinghan shouted.

But the black fog spread more and more, covering the surrounding space, and there was no sign of being scared away.

"Back off! Do you hear me?"

Xinghan shouted again.

The black fog became more and more rampant, like an insurmountable barrier, blocking his way forward.

Xinghan looked around with a determined gaze. Apart from him, there was only endless black fog and rocks.

Wait, there looks to be something on the rock.

Xinghan moved closer and saw that it was dark green, densely grown vines that covered the entire interior of the cave.

He didn't know what it was.

Xinghan frowned and stared at the swirling black fog in front of him.

He tried to figure out the logic behind the black fog, so he began to issue tentative commands.

"left!"

He ordered, watching Kuromi's reaction closely.

Black Mist hesitated, as if unsure how to carry out the order.

Xinghan remembered the voice of the man in the black fog just now, coughed lightly, and tried to change his voice, "To the left!" he ordered again.

The black fog seemed to understand instantly.

Perhaps because of doubt, the black fog slowly spread to the left, but immediately returned to its original position.

Xinghan regained his own voice again.

"left!"

he ordered.

The black fog moved slowly and without any movement, as if it didn't understand who was speaking.

After hesitating for a long time, it finally spread a little to the right.

Oh? Are you this kind of black fog?

Xinghan's eyes flashed with a thorough understanding. There would be no good results if you go against him.

If Heiwu was a person, he would kindly advise him not to get into trouble.

It seems that it is time to let the black fog go away.

Xinghan stood in front of the black fog, his hands on his hips, a playful smile on his lips.

He has quickly sorted out the special "understanding" between Black Mist and him.

Whenever he gave orders in a normal voice, Black Mist would hesitate, refuse to carry out the orders, or fight back passionately, as if to prove him wrong. Whenever he used the voice of the person in the Black Mist, Black Mist would become a brainless diehard fan.

"hehe."

Xinghan snorted coldly, his eyes sharp.

Standing in front of the black fog, he seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of rolling darkness.

He frowned slightly and tried to communicate with the stubborn black fog with words.

"To the right."

He spoke the order clearly in his own voice, which was full of unquestionable authority.

However, the black fog seemed to deliberately go against him and did not move to the right.

Instead, it pounced to the left even more arrogantly, like a giant black dragon with bared fangs and claws.

Xinghan raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he became more certain of his judgment.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Xinghan raised his lips, cleared his throat, and imitated the man's tone:

"Three turns."

A magical scene happened. The originally unruly black fog began to slowly rotate after hearing the imitating sound.

Like an obedient dancer, it gracefully turned three circles in the darkness, as if bewitched by the sound of the stars.

Still a little shy?! Being a ball of black mist... is that too much?!

After turning around, the edges spread gracefully, and the appearance of the black mist also revealed a hint of loyalty.

Seeing this, Xinghan's eyes flashed with cunning again.

"To the right!"

Xinghan spoke again in the voice of a strange man in the black fog.

The black fog slowly expanded to the right...

It seems that Black Mist really only obeys that mysterious man.

Xinghan seemed to have found the secret to communicating with the black fog and continued to imitate the man's voice.

Issued a more playful order:

"Hit yourself."

???

The black mist seemed to hesitate at the order, but eventually it shrank into a ball obediently.

Then he "punched" himself hard, and Xinghan had to applaud him for being able to do it.

It tumbled as if shocked by its own power, looking a little embarrassed, yet intoxicated.

Xinghan couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, "It's extremely stupid, but also cute."

He put his hands on his hips, a smug smile on his face.

He kept changing his voice, sometimes majestic, sometimes playful, giving all kinds of strange orders to the black fog.

Under his teasing, the black fog moved to the left, then to the right, sometimes rotating, and sometimes shrinking.

It seemed to be controlled by Xinghan's voice and became a plaything in his hands.

"Hahaha, it seems that I have really played you badly." Xinghan laughed and looked at the black fog that was completely under his control.

He knew it was time to put a perfect end to this game...

"Stop!" Xinghan gave the order.