In order to gather the three artifacts and successfully carry out the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes, it is impossible for Long Yi to give up the indispensable spell of the eight-foot Qiong Hook Jade.

But if he was allowed to participate in the war in the name of the Zen monastery, he would feel uncomfortable.

For a while, he was a little upset, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and his teeth were lightly closed.

Maybe I saw Ryuichi's entanglement.

Satoru Gojo put the Coke down, picked up his sunglasses again, took them on, and spoke.

"The pre-imperial competition used to be a battle between families, but now it is different from the past, and now it is no longer the era of the past, and other forces other than the family are also eligible to participate in the competition. "

"For example, the Spell Academy, which has only risen in recent years, and the Spell Society.

Among them, most of the students of the Spell Academy are from the family, and those who are strong will inevitably be inspired by the family to participate in this big war for the family, and the current Tokyo Academy,

But I'm still worried about who to play. "

Gojo Satoru's words, Long Yi naturally understood it, but he gave Long Yi one more choice, except for the Zen Academy, in fact, it doesn't matter where he fights.

Anyway, he only has one goal, that is, the eight-foot Qiong Hook Jade, and he doesn't care about the rest.

Rather than returning to the family that he didn't have the slightest attachment to, it was better to cooperate with the high commissioner.

"It's a good idea. "

"Hahaha! Noctuidae has always been obsessed with you, and if you agree, I'll talk to him later. Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone and was about to call Nocturnal Moth.

"I'll go directly to the Spell Academy tomorrow to find him, and just to see how strong the so-called Tokyo No. 1 is. "

"Okay, it's nothing, I'll go, or wait a minute, the gorilla should urge me again, bye-bye~".

Gojo Satoru got up, and the mana power of his whole body exploded, like a cannonball, wrapped in gusts of wind, and instantly burst out of the window and disappeared.

In the huge room, only the figure of Long Yi remained.

"Gorilla~! "

Ryuichi listened to Gojo Satoru's words before leaving, and suddenly a chimpanzee in a black suit and big sunglasses suddenly appeared in his mind, screaming and beating his chest, and carrying a funny panda schoolbag behind him.

This is probably the worst time that the night moth has been hacked.

The autumn breeze is cool, and the maple leaves are falling.

Long Yi looked at the towering tree outside the window, thoughtfully, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked upward, revealing his trademark smile.

At present, the progress of the Soul Detention General is only fifteen percent, and there is no way to provide him with any progress in recovering spell spirits below the first level.

In other words, if you want to improve the Soul Commander, you must have a large number of first-level spell spirits, or even more powerful special level spell spirits.

The Eight Miscellaneous Snake, a terrifying ancient demon god super-grade spell spirit, is an endless nightmare in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of Long Yi, it is a big fragrant bait, and it must not be let go.

It's not a bad idea to cooperate with the Jujutsu Academy, and since the Jujutsu Academy can develop to its current scale in Tokyo, where there are many families, the means and power in it are naturally not to be underestimated.

In order to gather the curse of the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes, Long Yi weighed it in his heart and made a decision.

"I'll go to the Spell Academy tomorrow. "

When his mind was settled, he didn't think much about it anymore.

The toes touch the ground slightly.

The shadow below him made a strange ripple, like a pool of stagnant water.

Woo woo ~ ~

A figure slowly emerged from Long Yi's shadow, white clothes and black hair, and his resentment was monstrous, as if countless souls were entangled, it was the heavenly woman who was recovered by Long Yi.

Or so called.

Special Grade Hypothetical Spell Spirit, Celestial Woman!

From the end of the Warring States period.,A monster that made up a collection of all the ghosts of resentful women.。

In that era of wars and fluctuating people's hearts, this strange story left an imprint in the hearts of countless people.

Men who abandon their wives in order to survive, and even sell their wives for a few mouthfuls of food, fear the revenge of the heavenly wife.

The women who are women are afraid of the abandonment of men, and the girls who are girls are afraid of the legend of the goddess.

All these negative emotions were poured on the goddess who did not exist in itself.

At a specific time, in a specific place.

The haze from the nightmares of countless people, the ghosts born from the negative emotions of darkness and filth.

Tempura was born!!

Just like the legend, devouring the lives of men, drowning the negative man alive with long hair.

You don't love concubines, concubines dance for you.

Jun said that the long hair is beautiful, and the concubine is buried here.

When humans are afraid of something illusory and non-existent, an imaginary spell is born.

Instead of searching for it, it is better to create it yourself.

But today's era is no longer the war-torn era of the past, and if you want to give birth to the negative emotions that are enough to evolve a super-grade spell spirit, it is almost impossible to rely on ordinary strange stories.

And even if it is derived, it may be the kind of third-level spell spirit similar to the coconut in the toilet.

It simply doesn't make sense.

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