God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Silent night.

The god judge was too lazy to take the stairs, and jumped directly from the window into the courtyard. The moonlight was clear and shallow, casting long shadows for him.

The leather boots stepped on the wet ground in the courtyard, stained with dewdrops hanging from the tips of the grass, and the god judge walked all the way to the gate of Honmaru, and when he passed by the door, he paused for a moment and changed his direction.

Under the dim candlelight, Higashikiri was sleeping soundly on his stomach beside the bed, Katsumaru was still wrapped in the quilt, revealing a small half of his face, and he was also in a deep sleep, but his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't relax.

The sliding door slid open quietly without making a sound, only the whirling night wind rushed in, bringing a hint of coolness.

The examiner leaned leisurely under the tree outside his hand, and wrapped the two fusangshen tightly with spiritual power, making up for the purification that had not been done when they first met, and the messy residue caused by years of use of impure spiritual power supply. The traces were removed one by one, and the cobweb-like entanglement and antiquated spiritual power passages that remained, whether it was intentional or unintentional, were also swept away. If the two vibrating knives were in the original form, then they would really shine brightly visible to the naked eye.

The spiritual power of the god-inspectors is continuously poured into the main pill, and Shi Zheng draws a certain amount of power from each of the main pills to maintain the operation, and at the same time feeds back the spiritual power after obtaining it.There is nothing wrong with this idea, but as the number of God-inspectors increases, no matter how many resonators there are to solve spiritual power rejection, it is still not enough to gather such complicated spiritual power into a peaceful and usable power. It's a simple matter, not to mention that there are good and bad among them, and the quality of spiritual power is so low that heinous existences abound.

Probably found that the circulatory system was overwhelmed, so Shizheng began to encourage new god judges to be cleaners for them—taking over the old Honmaru and Fusangshen who lost its original owner, so as to clean up the remaining spiritual power that had lost its maintenance , so that these insignificant but incompatible grit disappear from circulation as soon as possible.

There are many such impurities in the body of Fu Sangshen who accepts the spiritual power of current affairs. Different spiritual power providers have different spiritual power operation methods. Every time the spiritual power veins are reconstructed, there will be some traces left, and it will be natural to accumulate more Not a good thing.

Fu Sangshen is indeed very, very susceptible to the influence of the God Judge.

Jingmo sighed softly, and then called Shikigami to pick up the two swords that were still sleeping and send them back to the dormitory. Shikigami had already arranged the bedding for them, even if they slept with their clothes on, it would be more comfortable to sleep lying down of.

After finishing all this, he shook his dew-soaked cloak, walked across the courtyard, and pushed open the gate of Honmaru under the moonlight.

"Ah...?" Higashiri, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, opened his tea-golden eyes, feeling thoughtfully the changes in his body that were hard to describe but did exist.

Bright moonlight, silent fighting.

Both sides in the battle are quiet, only the sound of wind, insects and flesh and blood tearing. Jingmo's fighting posture is calm and casual. Most of the enemies who dare to meet will fall down in the first round. Unable to advance an inch in front of the silver cloth covering the palm, the slender fingers could easily penetrate the body of the marching army in the next second, and the black and dense enemy troops kept pouring in, but they couldn't delay even a minute.

The main formation hidden behind the army was shimmering with time-space distorted light, but before it reached enough intensity, an uninvited guest came. The god-inspector who fought empty-handed came over the moon, and a mountain of corpses piled up behind him.

After hesitating, the two swords who talked in a way that humans could not hear, took a posture to meet the enemy, covering the only one sword and moving towards the teleportation point.

"Isn't that the place I was looking for today..." The judge smiled, and walked forward indifferently, tilting his head slightly to avoid the cold light that was piercing his eyes with the sound of the wind, and accurately caught the other person with his hand. A naginata blade that cuts towards the waist.

The naginata wearing a tattered white shirt hurriedly changed to a slanted cut, but with a click, the blade was broken off from the wooden handle, and then the severed blade flew behind him like a shooting star, and in the blink of an eye, the naginata that had already been cut off The Taidao nail that is about to pass through the teleportation point is pierced to the ground.

Taking advantage of the enemy's shock and stagnation at this moment, Jing Mo stepped forward and twisted off the neck that hit him with a knife in the face.

The naginata with the broken blade let out a hoarse and angry roar, threw the wooden handle aside and rushed forward, but the silver palm had already penetrated his heart one step earlier, using this gesture like a hug to draw a picture for tonight's battle. A rest was placed.

Jing Mo pulled his hand from his chest that was beginning to get cold, shook off the remaining blood, and walked to Taidao who was not completely dead, and looked at it.

"...Regret...you..." Tai Dao spat out vague words, looking at Jing Mo with undeniable malice on his lifeless face, and his distorted smile was ominous like a curse.

Jing Mo waited interestingly for a while, then shook his head when he realized that the other party had nothing to say, and crushed the other party's throat with the hard toe of his boots.

Then he took off his blood-stained cloak, and raised his hand to cover Naginata's body, as a farewell to him.

The passage of time and space was opened at the right time, bringing the examiner back to the still quiet Honmaru. The moist soil in the courtyard sucked up the blood stained on the soles of the boots, and the flowing hot spring water took away the bloody smell from the body. Washed and ironed, all traces disappeared without a trace, and time passed by as peacefully as countless nights before.

Only Owaki Sha, who was habitually unable to sleep, noticed the movement of the mind examiner taking a bath, and silently remembered this abnormality in his heart.