The roar reverberated through the forest, and the earth trembled and cracked.

Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, and the missile brushed past his hair.

He stood up, panted for a moment, and ran to the edge of the mound under the cover of the night and the light of the fire.

The Mystic Dragon had stopped spitting out poisonous breath. Its ferocious body was bathed in the moonlight, casting a huge shadow on the mottled snow.

Yan Lanyu climbed up the mound with his hands and feet. He was so fast that he didn't even feel the sharp gravel scratching his calf.

He grabbed the edge of the mound, and the blood that seeped out from his fingernails immediately dyed the gravel red. He used the momentum to climb up, and his knees trembled slightly as he half-knelt on the ground.

After a while, he stood up and looked at the Mystic Dragon. He saw three blood-red lanterns gathered in the air and looked at him.

At that moment, sporadic gunshots sounded from afar, and the fire of the bullets flashed in the night.

The turbulent air seemed to have frozen. Under the vast night sky, only the young man and the Mystic Dragon were looking at each other.

"Tamani-kun," Yan Lanyu said.

The dragon lowered its head slightly. After becoming a demon, its powerful demonic nature had completely replaced its last bit of personality. In fact, it couldn't tell who Yan Lanyu was anymore.

"I know that all of this won't end. The Tantric Sect will pursue me to the end of the world for a lifetime.

Even if everyone disappears, as time passes, another Tantric Sect will be born. "

"But I already hate this kind of endless repetition. It constantly brings trouble to others, puts the truly good people in danger, makes others bleed and sacrifice for me, and then is brought back to that absurd cycle of reincarnation by fate again and again.

If I don't disappear, all of this won't end. "

Yan Lanyu bit his index finger and used his heart's blood to draw a series of characters on his palm. Then he opened his palm, and the blood on his palm suddenly glowed red!

The Mystic Dragon seemed to feel some kind of danger, and suddenly raised its head.

"These are your Four Pillars and Eight Characters." Yan Lanyu's cold and pale face smiled slightly.

"I haven't told you before, but thank you for your New Year's gift.

After so many years of kindness, I'll return it all today. "

The Mystic Dragon let out a roar and suddenly pounced. However, Yan Lanyu's movements were faster. He took out a lighter and lit it, pressing it directly on his bloody palm!

Burning was actually the simplest way to make charms work.

When Yan Lanyu drew a talisman with blood on his palm, it was equivalent to using the other party's birth date to make a temporary talisman. Although the talisman was so simple that it didn't even have half a talisman scripture, it was still made using the other party's birth date.

For some Onmyojis, mastering the Four Pillars and Eight Characters of the other party was equivalent to mastering half of the other party's lifeline!

With a whoosh, the green fire enveloped Yan Lanyu's entire palm. Amidst the crackling sounds of the flames, the Devil Dragon roared as it approached. In the midst of the chaos, its fangs hooked onto Yan Lanyu's clothes, lifting him up into the air and throwing him away!

Bang!

Yan Lanyu fell heavily on the ground. His chest made a terrifying cracking sound as he rolled down the slope.

The green fire on his palm didn't extinguish after rolling. Instead, it burned brightly. The Devil Dragon let out a heart-wrenching roar. It ignored everything else and crushed countless trees as it charged forward, biting Yan Lanyu once again and lifting him up into the air!

Yan Lanyu let out a different roar. Blood mixed with minced meat gushed out from his mouth and chest. Amidst the green fire, his mangled hand desperately grabbed onto the fangs!

In a flash, he was suspended in the air. Beneath his feet was the Devil Dragon's bottomless throat.

The next moment, poisonous breath gushed out of the Devil Dragon's throat and instantly enveloped him!

Dizziness, suffocation, intense pain.

The flames on one side of his arm were burning fiercely, but they couldn't stop the cold brought about by the rapid loss of blood.

So cold … Such a thought flashed through Yan Lanyu's mind in a daze.

It was a familiar feeling of death. It was as bone-chilling as the last time, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

"The Four Pillars of Year, Month, Sun, and Hour predict fate. The Eight Characters of Heavenly Stem and Earthly Branches predict good or bad luck."

"The Five Elements triumphs over restraint. Xing Chong's harmony is what the Yin Yang Dao relies on."

Amagi Akizashi paused for a moment. He poured a cup of yellow wine from the red clay wine pot and sat cross-legged leisurely.

Outside the paper door, heavy snow swirled in the air, covering the room in silver.

In the distance, the footsteps of the night watchman creaked in the snow. The lantern flickered in the night and gradually disappeared into the distance.

The room was warm and cozy, like late spring. There were several cherry blossoms in a glass vase by the paper window, and the fragrance of plum wine was rising from the stove.

Several disciples knelt on the tatami and bowed their heads to indicate that they had memorized it.

One of the female disciples bowed her head deeply on the floor. She then raised her head and carefully asked, "Then, if we use the Four Pillars and Eight Characters of the Eight Characters of the Four Pillars as Fate Talismans, what effect will it have?"

"It has many uses, but it mainly damages the soul."

"Will it kill people?"

Tian 'er Akizashi teased, "Who are you interested in that you won't rest until you die, Yuuko?"

All the disciples laughed. The female disciple named Yuuko hurriedly said that she didn't dare.

"Using the Four Pillars and Eight Characters of the Eight Characters of the Four Pillars to kill the owner requires a strong foundation of spiritual power. At the same time, the caster's soul will most likely scatter. It is a dangerous technique.

In reality, there are many techniques that can kill people without spilling blood. Therefore, this kind of curse that kills a thousand people but harms eight hundred people has long been included in the category of forbidden spells. "

Yuuko hurriedly stood up and said yes. All the disciples noted it down.

"It's cold now. When spring comes, I will teach you the Eight Characters of the Eight Characters of the Eight Characters of the Four Pillars."

Amagi Akizashi paused. He had a thoughtful expression. His fingertips slightly rubbed the fine patterns on the wine cup.

Everyone was silent for a moment. After a moment, they heard him lazily say, "Let's end it here for today … Lanyu."

Behind him, a youth in purple stood up and gently opened the paper door.

Everyone bowed their heads and saluted. They stood up and walked out in a line.

Yan Lanyu lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. Only when the last female disciple left did he almost silently close the paper door.

Amagi Akizashi sat by the stove and stared at the cup in his hand. It seemed that he suddenly had a strong interest in the colored glaze wine cup that he used daily.

Yan Lanyu didn't think it was strange. The man in front of him had been the head of Tantric Buddhism for eight years. He usually acted like this.

He often became interested in something that he saw every day and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Things as big as the new paint on the roof of the house. Things as small as the roundness of the pearls on the door curtain. There was even one time when he excitedly took out the paper that he had written in the previous years and sorted it out. After tasting it for an entire afternoon, he burned it.

That was actually a sign that he was thinking about other things.

Every time he did that, he was actually thinking about some questions that no one could think of.

This Sect Leader's actions and thoughts were always unexpected, but they were also unusually accurate. That kind of vicious insight sometimes even gave people a chilling feeling.

Yan Lanyu walked behind him as usual and knelt down. At this moment, he suddenly heard him call out, "Xiao Lanyu — —"

"Yes."

"We have known each other for so long. Now that I think about it, it's really fate!"

"… …"

Yan Lanyu looked up and saw the head of the sect looking back at him with a smile.

"… … So?" Yan Lanyu asked calmly.

"Nothing, I was just sighing.

Ah, the fate between people is really wonderful. When you were a teacher at Eastern University, you probably never dreamed that you would know me, right?

So it's not an exaggeration to say that we are sitting here today because fate is unpredictable. "

The candlelight made a slight crackling sound. Yan Lanyu quietly looked back at Amagi Akizashi. In the dim light, his eyes didn't even have a trace of fluctuation.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"… …"

The head of the sect blinked and sighed. He muttered a few words like "You don't want to admit it again" and "Why do you always lie to yourself". He picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

Yan Lanyu lowered his eyelids and picked up a hairpin from the lampstand to pick up the wick.

That hairpin was actually placed here by Amagi Akizashi. Perhaps he wanted to tactfully say, "Keep your hair".

In fact, according to the customs, it was normal for a young man of this age to keep his hair. However, Yan Lanyu was indifferent, so the head of the sect didn't mention it.

"Eh?"

Amagi Akizashi covered the wine pot on the small stove with his hand and suddenly thought of something, "Speaking of which, we are so fated. We have been together for so many years, but there is still one thing that we haven't done."

"Yes."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"… …"

The head of the sect waited for a moment, but there was no response. He sighed and said, "You are really a person without any curiosity … I say, we haven't had our fortunes told yet. Aren't you curious about the result of our fortune telling?"

Yan Lanyu put down the hairpin and stared at the candlelight without blinking. He didn't say anything.

After a while, he took a breath almost silently and said, "I'm not too curious.

Things like fate can't be told. "

The room fell into silence. Other than the sound of the candlelight burning, there was only the slight rustling sound of the snow falling outside the window.

The head of the sect laughed, "Don't be so pessimistic, Xiao Lanyu.

Please go and get my natal chart … It's in the locked cabinet. "

Yan Lanyu got up and went to the inner room. After a while, he came back with a red sandalwood chessboard-like wooden board. There were sixty lines on it, and it was filled with heavenly stems and earthly branches.

There was also some yellow paper and some ink brushes. The head of the sect dipped the brush in the ink and wrote a string of characters on the paper, "This is your birth date."

Then he picked up another piece of paper and wrote, "This is mine."

Yan Lanyu's pupils shrank in horror.

But Tian You Qi Zhi acted as if he didn't see it. He smiled and crumpled the two pieces of yellow paper into a ball. The flame at his fingertips burned the paper into black ashes and scattered them on the natal chart.

Then he took the yellow paper and wrote a string of complicated calculation runes. His knuckles touched the natal chart. He seemed to be very serious. He didn't seem to notice Yan Lanyu's pale face beside him.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he finished the calculation and wrote down the final result on the natal chart.

"Oh."

"… … How is it?"

The head of the sect shook his head and seemed to be very regretful, "We are not fated to be husband and wife."

Yan Lanyu's nerves were originally extremely tense. Hearing this, he didn't react for a while. He subconsciously said, "Ah?"

The head of the sect laughed and looked at him up and down with a playful gaze for a long time.

Although the room was very warm, the gaze made Yan Lanyu's back feel cold like thorns. It felt like the careless playful attitude of a feline beast before killing its prey.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous?" The head of the sect said leisurely, "Why don't we make an agreement?"

"… …"

"As long as you don't touch my birth date, I won't touch yours. How about it, is it fair?"

Yan Lanyu's throat was so tight that he couldn't make any sound.

The wick of the lamp crackled and exploded. Faint sparks splashed in the air.

"… … Haha, look at you being so nervous."

The head of the sect waved his hand and smiled while drinking wine, "I'm just kidding. I'm such a good person. Why would you touch my birth date?"

In the mountain forest, the towering ancient trees that were uprooted fell on the snow. The dragon's body violently spasmed and rolled because of the great pain, squeezing countless withered trees into wood chips.

"Roar —!"

The Mystic Dragon violently shook its head, and Yan Lanyu's body was smashed between the rows of sharp fangs!

His ribs were broken, his chest was torn open by the fangs, and his thighs and arms were bleeding profusely.

It was so cold.

Yan Lanyu tried to lift his hand wrapped in the flame and bring it closer to him to feel some heat, but he couldn't feel the existence of his hand at all.

He could almost clearly feel the arrival of the final moment. Although he wanted to throw himself into the embrace of death, his last bit of consciousness forced him to linger on.

He had to hold on.

The Mystic Dragon's soul hadn't suffered the most fatal damage yet. He had to at least hold on until the moment when the Life Talisman burned out.

With a squeak, the tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and ear-piercing noise. Then the door opened, and Yu Jingzhong rushed out and began to climb up the mound with his bare hands!

The Giant Dragon's struggle caused large pieces of gravel to fall from its head. Yu Jingzhong's face and hands were scratched several times, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. He grabbed a protruding rock and jumped up, cleanly flipping over the mound.

He took a breath and looked up, only to see the Giant Dragon suddenly let out a violent roar. Its head was raised high, and then it suddenly smashed the ground!

With a loud bang, the rocks cracked, the ground was overturned, and the trees flew up into the sky.

Yan Lanyu's body was thrown out from between the fangs and fell heavily on the ground!

Yu Jingzhong cried out, "Yan Lanyu!" Then he staggered forward in the violent tremors.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu's body convulsed and trembled, and blood flowed all over the ground.

His jeans were torn by the gravel, and a long strip was torn from his knees to his pocket. Two small yellow balls of paper rolled out from his pocket.

No one saw this scene, and Yan Lanyu, who was struggling to breathe in pain, didn't notice it at all.

The next moment, the yellow balls of paper came into contact with the burning green flames on the ground, and immediately burned into two golden balls of light —

It was Zhou Hui's Protective Charm.

The Giant Dragon's body coiled, rolling up several towering trees and smashing them toward Yan Lanyu!

Yu Jingzhong roared, and like lightning, he passed through the falling pieces of soil and gravel like a storm. However, he couldn't make it in time because of the violent tremors and cracks on the ground.

He watched helplessly as a black shadow fell from the sky. At this critical moment, two gorgeous golden meteors suddenly rose from Yan Lanyu's side.

Yu Zhong didn't even have time to react to what was going on. Then, the meteors cut through the sky and brazenly exploded beside the Giant Dragon!

It couldn't be described as a grenade or a sniper rifle. The yield of a high-energy rocket launcher couldn't be compared to it.

Half of the night sky suddenly became bright. For a few seconds, Yu Jingzhong's retina violently turned white, and he couldn't see anything. Even the sound was absolutely still.

Then, the entire ground collapsed, and the mound sank into a huge pit. The trees silently turned into fine powder under the strong light.

After that, Yu Jingzhong couldn't remember what he had done at all. His memory was completely blank for a few seconds.

When he regained his consciousness, he only found himself lying on Yan Lanyu's body, surrounded by a large amount of dust that was so thick that he couldn't open his eyes. The ground was still trembling slightly from the aftershocks.

He lay there numbly for a long time before he could barely lift his head. When he moved his neck, it made a crisp cracking sound.

He saw that the surrounding area had been leveled into a pit, and he and Yan Lanyu were lying at the bottom of the pit. The ruins were a mixture of dead branches, wood chips, rocks, and soil, and the choking smell of the violent explosion floated in the air.

Yan Lanyu's eyes were closed, and his face was pale. It was impossible to tell if he was alive or dead.

"…" Yu Jingzhong wanted to call his name, but he breathed in too much dust that his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.

He put his trembling finger under Yan Lanyu's nose, and after a long while, he pressed his pulse tightly. Finally, he let out a roar that sounded like a huge stone had been lifted from his heart.

Zap! Zap!

Behind him, there was a noise similar to that of an electric current passing through. Yu Jingzhong used his bloody elbow to support himself on the ground. When he looked back, he realized that he was able to preserve his life in such a violent explosion and was intact.

In the air behind him, there was a golden shield-like light shield, forming a huge hemisphere with a radius of three or four meters. It tightly blocked him and Yan Lanyu behind the barrier.

The electric current was sizzling through the translucent golden shield, and there was a burning pattern on the surface of the shield. It was a pentagram.

Yu Jingzhong had done research in this area, and he knew what the symbol represented at a glance.

It was the Yata no Kagami.

It was the mysterious power of the Yata no Kagami that Yan Lanyu placed in his soul!

Yu Jingzhong staggered up, gasping violently, and reached out his hand to the light shield.

With a whoosh, the light retracted and climbed from his fingertips to his palm, condensing into a dazzling pentagram. Every corner of the pentagram was in a shooting shape, inscribing a dense and complicated spell that was difficult to read.

Yu Jingzhong clenched his fist and leaned over to hold Yan Lanyu tightly in his arms.

"Don't … don't be afraid," his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to recognize. He murmured, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home now."

The rough wind left a lasting pain on his face, and the sharp gravel on the ground pierced through the soles of his shoes. Every time he landed, he felt a heavy weight on the soles of his feet. However, he seemed to feel nothing. He staggered slightly and walked forward under the slight shaking of the ground.

At this moment, there was movement in the bushes at the edge of the pit.

Then, half of the broken dragon's head rose from the shadows. It was almost blown to pieces, and its huge mouth was wide open.

Yu Jingzhong stopped and faced the dragon's head.

At that moment, his heart was unusually calm, and there was no fear at all. He even felt a little calm.

In his arms, Yan Lanyu's life was rapidly fading away. They could either escape together before the last moment arrived, or die here together.

There was nothing to be afraid of. This was the worst ending.

The three bloody eyes on the dragon's head had dimmed at this moment. Only the middle one suddenly lit up in the night, emitting a ferocious red light.

Then the red light projected a figure in the void. It was very blurry at first, but it slowly became clear in a few seconds. The facial features, clothes, and figure all showed a familiar outline.

Yu Jingzhong's breath stopped.

He saw the man fall to the ground from the red light. He waved his hand very casually and smiled, "— Yo."

He was in his thirties or forties and was wearing a simple bathrobe. It was loose, revealing his strong neck and chest.

There were bloodstains on his body and cuffs. He looked a little embarrassed, but his smiling demeanor was very relaxed and relaxed.

"Tsk tsk, Little Lanyu." He seemed to shake his head a little regretfully and said, "In the end, you still broke the contract."

Yu Jingzhong narrowed his eyes coldly.

He recognized him.

The man in front of him was the soul of the Devil Dragon, the only living person in the history of Japanese Yin-Yang Sect who became a devil, Amaterasu Itachi!