MTL - The Sword Deity in Tokyo-Chapter 258 0X Night Walk
"I can't get it, don't even think about it!"
Thinking in his heart, Yuta Miyamoto had a mortal heart. He lowered his head and looked at the pen in his hand, his eyes were crazy.
After getting a nimbus, Yuta Miyamoto knew the role of this pen, which could show the animals and plants in the drawing, the characters in fantasy, and the weapons.
However, after he drew some supermodel weapons before, they were similar to toys and could not use any power at all. This made him know that some smart pens are not materialized and have their own capabilities.
The characters shown in the point pen are all dull, only knowing to act in response to orders, without any thinking ability.
However, Yuta Miyamoto knew that it wasn't the point pen that couldn't give the character the ability to think, but that if he wanted to give the character spirituality, he had to sacrifice the point pen itself.
Thinking about it, Miyamoto Yu held his pen firmly and looked at the special class in front of him and Kimura and the tree. He was unwilling and resentful, but he also knew that he could not resist, and he could only let these people out Good for it.
Yuta Miyamoto thinks in her heart, her movements are not slow.
And when Miyamoto Yuta had a change ... or a little bit of a magic brush change, Kimura and Chikuri reacted.
However, even if Kimura and Shu are quick to respond, they are too late.
Yuta Miyamoto absorbed the spirit body of the nibble pen, and after using it for a year, she had already intersected her mind. This is also why Kimura and Shuki took the nib pen in their hands, and when Miyamoto Yuta moved in his heart, the nib pen returned to Miyamoto Yuta's own hands. So even if Yuta Miyamoto no longer had the ability to resist, Kimura and Shuki did not put away some nimbuses, after all, the other party could take back an idea.
Suddenly, the whole bedroom exploded, the sound of bombardment, the sound was not loud, but it shocked the soul. At the moment, everyone in the special class was stunned, including Yuta Miyamoto himself. Although Kimura and the tree had no time to stop, they still protected Shiba Chiba next to him and wrapped the other person's body with aura, without being hit by the mind.
He calmly glanced around, and found that although the people in the special class were attacked indiscriminately, the blow was not severe, it was just short-term inability to move.
Just as Chimura and the tree guarded Shiba Chiba, the nibble brush instantly melted away. And the stack of paintings on the table was automatic without wind, and the next moment's faint pens turned into a ray of white light, and the rays of light drew into the drawings on the table.
‘Squee’ ‘嗤’ ‘嗷’ ‘嘤’ ‘桀’…
Waves of sounds that did not resemble humans emerged from the drawing. The huge voice was extremely noisy, and there were various negative emotions in the voice, which made people irritable. It was like announcing the return of the king, making Kimura and the tree frown slightly.
He threw out a soundproof and wrapped the bedroom. In this way, even the loudest voice will not disturb other residents.
Now when Kimura fights with a tree, he no longer uses Fu Run, but every day he takes time to draw runes. Fu Yan's role is diverse. Although he has strength, sometimes strength is not the basis for solving all problems. For example, now, although he can consume aura and isolate the sound in the room, he has to consume a lot of aura. It is not as simple as a soundproof sign.
He stared at the drawing on the table without acting lightly.
This kind of thing that absorbs the aura and is born after the birth of a spirit body is collectively called a spirit.
Spirits have different abilities. In the era of rejuvenation, he may still be afraid of it, but Yuta Miyamoto has used it for a year and he is still so powerful. There is a point where the nib is a harmless spirit.
After the call was gradually lowered, the sound of that draft tent turned into powder, and the characters in the hundreds of drafts did not appear in the next moment, but turned into a ray of light, and they rushed away in all directions. Seeing this, Kimura and Tree's faces changed slightly. He responded quickly, directly controlling the Sun Moon Sword, and intercepting these black lights.
These black light are probably the creatures who just screamed in the painting. He doesn't know what it is, so naturally he can't let these creatures escape.
But although the speed of the Sun Moon Sword is very fast, these Wuguangs fled in all directions. He stopped and killed forty or fifty Wuguangs in one second ... but there were still nearly a hundred Wuguangs away. It soon disappeared into his eyes.
"this is…"
On the same day, after the sword killed all forty or fifty Wuguangs, they also absorbed all the auras in them. But Kimura and Shushu didn't rejoice, but frowned.
Reiki?
You know, all the ghosts that had gathered in the house before had stunned eyes and no aura in their bodies. Of course, the advantage is that these ghosts are only drawn, so they are not as afraid of the sun as the soul.
But now these forty or fifty black rays stopped by the sun and moon sword are full of aura in the body!
Thinking, Mr. Kimura and Mr. Tree had deep eyes. He came to Yuta Miyamoto and saw the other person still stunned. He just stepped over and said coldly. "
Stuck to the ground, Yuta Miyamoto turned back, he was not angry, but laughed, "Of course it is a hundred ghosts!"
There were more than 150 monsters in the room just now, which were painted by Yuta Miyamoto this year. And after he drew it, just in case if these monsters were worn out, in order to be able to replenish the first time, he had a lot of backups.
Thinking, Mrs. Miyamoto's mentality at this time is very good. Now that he has a sense of death, the corner of his mouth with a faint smile, even if he dies, he will die decently. This year, he should have enjoyed everything, and he laughed straightly, "After the point pen has melted, all the internal energy is used to point the spirit. The creatures that are manifested at the cost of the point pen sacrifices are all Can grow and have their own consciousness. "
At this time, the director of Mitani also returned to God. Although he had just been rumbling about ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~, he still heard what Miyamoto Yuta said. He looked iron-clad, "Hundred ghosts?"
"Yes, these monsters will follow the legendary setting. There will be many people killed across the country ..." Miyamoto Yuta saw Kimura and the tree without expression, he was a little disappointed in his heart, he wanted to see each other Anxious and furious, he continued, "And these monsters have energy in them, and they are much stronger than the monsters in my house just now."
This guy is crazy.
At this moment, the thought came to everyone's mind.
Kimura and Shuki did not expect that Miyamoto Yuta's thinking would be so extreme. Seeing that he couldn't resist, this guy directly and decisively sacrificed some nimbus, not even giving himself a little backward.
If Hiroyuki Miyamoto was still alive, now ... looking at the head of Mitani, I'm afraid I can't get out of special classes.
"Leader Mitani, the next thing will be left to you to handle. I'll go back first." Thoughts turned sharply, Kimura and Shu knew that this matter was brought to an end, and then the special lesson matter.
"Okay, Sir Kimura, please walk slowly." The director of Mitani responded, and saw Kimura and Shuki leaving with Chiba Shiori. He gritted his teeth and looked at Yuta Miyamoto sitting on the ground, his face sullen, "Kid Do you think that if you do this, special lessons will easily kill you? Too naive, there is another word in this world called life is better to die, I will let you experience it. "
The sudden appearance of so many monsters in various parts of Japan is a dangerous signal for social stability throughout Japan. It is also a huge workload for special lessons.
If it is not handled well, he may be the end of the class.
Watching Mitamoto Yuta's face change dramatically, Mitani's head sneered, and he wouldn't be named Mitani without cutting the skin.
