Chapter 8 Section 7

I have to admit that the life hunter is the most terrible enemy of the blood race. To eliminate such a terrible enemy, "Legend" must be used. As the "God of War" of the Minamoto family, Yoshitsune knows that legends are created by words. No one knew what happened in the underground imperial city, and even the legend makers only fabricated a wonderful final showdown according to the needs of lies.In particular, the sealing secret technique passed down from generation to generation by the Wu family, and the two heart surgeries performed by Wu Chan in the Western Regions, etc., are facts, but they are used to explain the content of the curse and add a sense of presence to the confrontation between the two heroes... But that's all .

The essence of the legend is nonsense. Slowly use the strategy of "cannibalism" to weaken the strength of the enemy's life hunters until the vitality of the blood race is fully restored.No, until the fighting power of the blood clan is a hundred times that of the hunters.At that time, the life hunters will not only lose their strength, but also lose their ambition, and the blood race will be able to march forward and completely wipe out this destined opponent. The content of the legend is determined. But to convince these life hunters of such legends, a lot of strong evidence is needed.

Producing evidence doesn't just rely on Mao Ran's primordial beast roaring everywhere. On the Kunlun Mountains. "Let's use the most terrifying methods to mourn the dead master." Yoshitsune looked at the iron statue of Jiang Gonghan in front of the Lie Mingshi's ancestral temple with a grim expression. What a sacred place this is. The roof of the ancestral temple of the Hunter is firmly protected by the thaumaturgy "Xuanmingtian Guardian Curse", forcing monsters not to dare to approach, and the Jiang Gonghan Iron Statue smelted with the Golden Curse is even more beautiful. is the heart of the mantra.

Abe Seimei raised his hand high, and summoned thirty-nine thunderbirds full of electricity from the clouds. The Thunderbird whirled wildly, opened its mouth to gather electricity into thunder, and the ferocity almost broke the sky. Benkei raised his spear high - that silver Kowloon spear, borrowing the strength of Yoshitsune's arm, leaped high into the clouds. "Drink!" When the thunder fell, Benkei threw the spear down at the same time. The huge thunder was instantly attracted by the Kowloon spear, and the spear rolled towards Jiang Gong's portrait. There was a loud noise, and the sky and the earth were all white.

The enchantment of Xuanmingtian's protective spell was completely shattered by the thunderstorm, and Jiang Gong's iron statue also collapsed into hundreds of pieces. Burning smoke billowed from Yoshitsune's feet. This is just the beginning of the curse.